The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 302: Lie of the Century
Every mosaic floor-to-ceiling window in the church was dimmed into light of pale orange, and the brilliant holy light spread down along every long staircase.

The bright light steps are like one piece after another of country terraces swaying in the afternoon sunlight, reflecting the azure sky and pure white clouds. If a breeze blows, the sky and the earth will shake and splash out layers of ripples covered with light spots.

The young man named Ansu Morningstar stood at the end of the light stairs.

There was a smile on his lips, his navy blue eyes reflected the dignity of the stars, the golden saint's shawl rustled in the wind, and the pure white dress also emitted sparkling golden light. Under the tasseled shawl, the slender and white arms were raised high, and the glorious scepter swept across all things and people below the steps, and all the glory was gathered and shone in his scepter.

You mortals have no right to confer honors on me.

he smiled.

The holy light patterns on the dome projected down, making it look even more sacred and ancient!
This grand occasion was also transmitted via magic broadcasting and appeared in the central terminals of various administrative cities in the empire.

All the nobles, noble attendants, and royal knights in the ceremony hall stood up from their seats. They looked at the sea of ​​light with fear and anxiety, and felt the shock of the stormy waves constantly hitting their hearts. They were all well-informed people, and naturally knew that this miracle in front of them symbolized that the glorious awarding ceremony had begun! The gaze of the glorious goddess was about to come!
But why.
No one baptized Ansu, so how could he start the ceremony?
They totally couldn't understand, they totally couldn't believe: Ansu was clearly just a cursed child spurned by the Glory, this rude border barbarian despised by the nobles, how could he start the ceremony on his own without the company of Her Majesty Cersei, how could he attract the attention of the Goddess of Glory!
Not to mention the cursed child, even the most pious, holy, and noble descendant of the saint in the Farol religious family could not win the coming of the goddess. Only the saints and sons of the church, only the chosen ones favored by the glory, could accomplish such miracles.

Only the Son can baptize, honor, and crown Himself.

"You mortals have no right to confer honors on me." Ansu's words still echoed in their ears. They sounded extremely arrogant, deliberately disdainful of all noble royal power. Could it be that it was not arrogance, but just a fact?
Only the Son can crown the Son.

And divine power has never been below imperial power!
"You're getting stupid."

Crown Prince Terry's face darkened. He raised his head and narrowed his narrow golden eyes. He could not directly crack the sacred magic of Merlin, the god of magic, and naturally he could not expose the lies behind it.

"You are rejecting the friendship of the royal family, your Excellency."

He was not talking to Ansu, but to Luojia Fast who was beside him.

Prince Terry's eyes swept across the bishop's seat on the third floor, and finally landed on Merlin Andre, who gave him an innocent smile. Seeing that he was pretending to be confused, Prince Terry knew that this was a trap set by Merlin against the royal family to lift up his disciple Ansu. Both parties were playing a game of chess. This was a counterattack against the imperial power invading the Holy See!
Do you want to promote Anzu as the Holy Son to fight against Cersei?

This old man was born.
But once this drama has begun, you should play it to the end and see who has the last laugh.
There was an imperceptible sneer on the corner of Prince Terry's face. Since it was Merlin's plan, no matter how much he exerted his imperial power on Luojia, the Vatican could not take the initiative to stop him, because he was exerting power on a person who did not exist!
Once Merlin takes action, the shielding magic will fail and the lies of the Church will be exposed to the world.

The coldness in his eyes became more and more sinister, but the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter. The eldest prince showed a polite smile and looked at Ansu and at Lorga Fast who was invisible beside him.

She is just a fragile girl who has just entered the fourth level.

Not even a noble.

"I hope you can hold on. The ceremony will take a long time, three hours." Terry said with a smile, "I hope you can hold on until the ceremony is completed."

"Don't lose your composure."

Milton's imperial power is not just an abstract concept, nor a vanity in name only. It is the law granted by the god of order and balance. It is the real right that exists in the blood. That law is pressed in the blood of all citizens of the empire, and class is the stepping stone of the law. Therefore, Milton can rule the empire in peace and stability.

As the first in line to the throne, Terry Milton is also the demigod closest to the imperial power.

Untouchables, kneel down!
He put his index finger and middle finger together and slowly pressed down. The vast and powerful imperial power gathered at Ansu's side.

The Ceremonial Hall could understand and agree with the prince's behavior. The royal dignity was insulted, and it was natural and understandable to show the royal power to Ansu. But they didn't know that Prince Tyrell was not targeting Ansu, but the commoner next to him, Lorgar Fast!
Ansu could feel the breath beside him trembling constantly, and the temperature in his hand was getting colder and colder. This ceremonial staff was not held by Ansu alone, but by Ansu and Lorgar Fast. But now, Lorgar seemed to have no strength to hold the staff, and the originally sacred and brilliant holy light also trembled slightly and slowly dimmed at the same time.

The imperial power of the demigod is only directed at Luojia.
An frowned. This kind of imperial pressure, which was not physical but came from the soul and blood, was something he could not resist. He could only hold on with his willpower. So as long as Luo Jia let go of the scepter, he would also let go of the scepter. This time, they were able to advance and retreat together.

Anzu felt his hand being clenched.

"I'm fine. I won't let go. I won't let go even if I die."

A weak but still clear voice came from the side, Luo Jia whispered in Ansu's ear,
"Mr. Ansu, let us begin our grand ceremony together."

Luojia Fast, you are getting better and better at lying, and your lies are becoming more and more bold. An Su shook his head helplessly, you even dare to deceive the whole world.

The baptism has begun. The sacred singing of the church choir rang out gloriously, the golden orchestral music and the white accordion played at intervals, and the melodious violins spread the brilliant music notes in every corridor, hall, and courtyard of the church. Even the lesser nobles outside the ceremony hall, the wealthy and powerful people outside, the tens of thousands of spectators gathered in the First Church District, and the ordinary citizens who swarmed in from even outer areas, all heard the sacred music coming from the depths of the church.

Cheers and applause suddenly broke out, creating a huge wave of sound in the crowd. They all knew that the long-awaited sacred ceremony had begun! The apostle of the Goddess of Glory was about to descend in the church!

The last time I witnessed such a grand occasion was decades ago.

It had been a long time since they had seen such a vast ocean of holy light.

The magic radio broadcast this scene, and hundreds of miles away, thousands of miles away, and tens of thousands of miles away, the municipal squares of every city in the empire were broadcasting this century-long ceremony. They saw the young man with gray hair and dark blue eyes standing at the highest level of the light step.

"I baptize myself in the name of the Son, the Holy Daughter, and the Glory." Ansu said.

"I baptize you in the name of the Son, the Holy Daughter, and the Glory." Luo Jia said softly.

Ansu had performed countless baptism and honors ceremonies in his previous life, so he was very familiar with the process. He first washed his hands with holy water, then made a cross on his forehead, and then applied holy water to the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, and lips. Ansu did not perform this ceremony alone. Luojia's slender white hands were also dipped in holy water, and followed Ansu to stroke his forehead, dotted on the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, and lips.

Ansu felt Luojia's fingers were cold and cool, trembling slightly in the air.

Every minute and every second is torture.

The glorious sight has descended upon this place, and the dim night has been cleared by the clear light of the sky. "I believe in the supreme glory, I believe in the original light of the seven gods, I believe in the pure white dawn, I believe in our goddess."

An Su lowered his eyes slightly, and it was impossible to see the specific expression in his dark blue eyes. He turned his eyes away and looked at the eldest prince who was sitting on the throne on the second floor. The latter supported his cheek and squinted his eyes, with a cold and complacent smile on the corner of his mouth.

The pressure from the demigod-level imperial power is hard to bear even for an ordinary saint.

What's more, Luojia is now holding an awarding ceremony for Ansu.

The only way to defeat imperial power is to not believe in any imperial power.

But the Milton royal family has ruled the empire for thousands of years, and this deep-rooted awe and honor has taken root in people's spiritual anchors, becoming heavy shackles and confinement that can never be removed. It is impossible to climb new steps with shackles, so it is understandable if Luojia gives up.

“I don’t believe in Him.”

"Mr. Ansu, I believe you."

Despite this, a clear, weak voice with a slightly trembling tone came from beside me, and the voice was as low as the chirping of an insect.

".Because we are each other's gamblers."

Luojia Fast, you are such a hopeless nerd who deserves to have your family destroyed! And you dare to gamble!
Since you want to play all-in, I will play all-in with you! If you like to lie, why not tell bigger lies!
An Su lowered his head, feeling the breath beside him trembling more and more, drops of blood flowing down, and the power on the other end of the scepter becoming weaker and weaker. Despite this, it was like a candle in the wind that would never go out. He raised his head, and his navy blue eyes turned to Terry Milton. He looked at the vast and glorious imperial power, and in the depths of his navy blue eyes, a rebellious light bloomed!

Ansu was unable to help resist the pressure at the soul level.

But there is one thing he can do, and that is to bite back the attacker with his soul.

Terry Milton subconsciously took a step back. He had not expected that Ansu would be so bold as to counterattack him. Ordinary nobles did not even dare to look at the imperial power, but this born blasphemous boy actually dared to show his ferocious fangs at him!
He didn't want to bother with this kid, but he didn't expect An Su to come to him on his own accord. He was simply overestimating his own abilities and courting his own destruction.

Even if we put aside the imperial power, it was just the soul of a saint who dared to touch the soul of a demigod. The rank of the soul was definitely insurmountable. Just trying to touch it would cause backlash to those of lower rank.

The soul of a saint attempted to attack the soul of a demigod, but even the craziest lunatic would not dare to do so!

What's more, he was blatantly blaspheming the imperial power! He was truly a lunatic!

But Ansu did just that. His dark blue eyes stared at Terry's soul. He gritted his teeth, bloodshot eyes, and a crazy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. The boy said loudly,
"All things are divided into order by the light, and all living things have their own ranks and duties. I abide by the order of heaven and earth, I abide by the laws, and I abide by the teachings of the pure white light."

The sacred and melodious symphony flourished, pushing the atmosphere of the ceremony to its climax. In the dazzling sea of ​​holy light, no one saw the boy's tightly twisted mouth, no one saw the blood in his pupils, no one saw his meridians throbbing with pain, and no one saw the crazy, mocking smile at the corner of his mouth!

People can only admire the great holy light.

"Ansu Morningstar, will you abandon all disobedience, blasphemy and betrayal?" Luojia stared at Ansu, his eyes trembling slightly, and recited a prayer.

"Yes, I give up." Ansu smiled and answered himself, "I give up all disobedience, blasphemy and betrayal."

This is both a question and a self-question and answer.

His dark blue eyes stared at Terry's eyes. The latter could see countless stars rising from his eyes and then falling. Countless stars were rotating to form an upward staircase. The most blasphemous, evil and chaotic light was contained in the depths of his eyes. However, he said devoutly,
"I abstain."

Untouchable, you untouchable!
Terry hated the way Ansu looked at him, but he smiled. In the spiritual world unknown to everyone, the demigod's imperial power extinguished all the stars and smashed them into the past territories. Since Ansu took the initiative to bite him back, he should suffer the backlash of this usurpation.

Then don’t blame me for trying my best!

It was the lowly demos who took the initiative to overstep their authority. Even if the Holy See saw it, even if Merlin saw it, they would not dare to say anything!
For warlocks, attacks on the soul level are a double-edged sword. Tywin was surprised that although Anzu was only at the fourth level, his soul strength had reached a terrifying level, but that was all. Compared with the imperial power and the demigods, it was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

This ceremony is witnessed by the gods, and the course of the ceremony will determine the final result.

Ansu felt his soul being crushed again, and then being pressed down to the ground by the terrifying imperial power. His soul seemed to be crawling on the ground. His lips trembled slightly, and blood dripped from around his ears, but his mocking smile became more and more proud. His spine straightened one section after another, making loud crackling sounds.

Luojia's soul was also under this high pressure. They held the scepter of God together and stood tall.

"Have you abandoned the chaotic stairs, the long river of life, and the painful road?"

Luojia kept trembling. She raised her eyes, looked at Ansu with a smile, and said softly, "Do you believe in the laws of order, the natural forest, and the glorious palace?"

"Yes."

An Su smiled and said happily, "I give up."

"Yes."

Ansu smiled again, like a madman mocking everything in the world, and also like the most pious and sincere fanatic in the world. Blood flowed from his sacred and solemn smile. He opened his hands, and a vast sea of ​​holy light covered behind him, casting a dim shadow on the saint. The light was intertwined and ambiguous in front of the church.

At the end of the sacred steps, reflecting the ancient and orderly imperial power and the entire world, Ansu said mockingly and devoutly -

"I am convinced."

(End of this chapter)