The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 541 - 289: The Gods Have Arrived, The Mortals Prostrate (5200)_2

It was utterly absurd, utterly beyond reason.

The Dark Son was not favored by Radiance, so they must have been born base, so they must die for the noble, this was the Order.

From the creation of the world, God had inscribed the sacred and the profane, the noble and the base, into the bloodstream of mankind, that was Nether's Order!

Tai Rui had to protect this great Order; as the future King of the Empire, as the first in line to the throne, he had to guard his territory, he had to extinguish all the lies of the base people, it was his duty, it was his Justice!

Since he was a child, his sister Cersei had asked him, "What is so-called Justice?"

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Continuing the tradition, sustaining the Order, the brilliant imperial authority, let the human Empire, the radiant Empire continue to be great in the ocean of Golden Iris Flowers, this was his Justice!

The usurper An Su was merely taking advantage of the power briefly left by Annand to attempt rebellion.

"Peasant," Prince Tai Rui said coldly, "kneel!"

As the golden authority was reformed, he no longer recoiled from An Su's Star Fire, he cast an overwhelming flow of golden fire towards An Su's soul, the Demigod's imperial power destroying An Su's spiritual world, extinguishing those flames, turning them into gold, forging them into the fire patterns of the Golden Iris Wand.

While Prince Tai Rui's soul was being scorched by the Star Fire, simultaneously, An Su's soul was being crushed by the wand.

He was a Demigod, while An Su was only a Saint—even just a Quasi-Saint, a sixteen-year-old boy, his willpower, certainly couldn't sustain this Demigod-level clash.

Moreover...the bloodline of Milton had been blessed by the Goddess.

As long as this radiant ceremony continued, Tai Rui could gain a constant recovery from the Holy Light.

And if An Su ended the ceremony, that too was as Tai Rui wished, whether advancing or retreating, only he could emerge victorious.

Under the wand of the golden kite imperial power, An Su's soul experienced once more the sensation of falling, endlessly plummeting towards the abyss, the immense pressure weighing on his soul, and also descending upon his body, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, his dark blue eyes further invaded by blood threads, the imperial power oppressing his soul, making him kneel before something that didn't exist!

But the descent of the soul, An Su had already experienced twenty-one thousand six hundred times.

Clutching the vast Holy Light in his arms, An Su drooped his eyes, the shades dispersing over his eyelids, the young boy's exact expression obscured.

Within Merlin Magic's shielding, he still couldn't see Luojia's appearance; at the start of the ceremony, An Su had wondered what Luojia wore, perhaps it was her usual white pleated skirt, or perhaps the dark suit she wore during the day, or perhaps the somewhat whitewashed plain-colored nun's robe.

Since the start of the ceremony, there had been just one step of distance between them, neither far nor near, so An Su didn't know what dress Luojia was wearing.

Not until now, when he touched the Little Saintess, could he roughly guess her attire for today.

The fabric's texture was lighter than the pleated skirt, thin as if melting at the fingertips like thin snow, softer than the little suit like a marshmallow, thinner than the nun's robe, with a rustling texture, as light as snow, soft as sugar, warm as sand.

— Perhaps a magnificent and delicate white gauze.

Just like her eyes.

But Luojia knew she was just a small-town girl from the border; only in hiding, invisible to all, did she dare to muster the courage, holding her tiny thoughts, carefully walking alongside An Su in the pure white Ceremony Hall, not too far nor too near, walking neither fast nor slow, her smile light and faint.

The splendid candlelight flickered in her eyes, the white gown's hem trailing floral ripples over the Holy Stairs, the Little Saintess keeping her footsteps and heartbeat low, barefoot and matching An Su's pace, she might have been smiling. A bittersweet and timid youthful emotion, only she knew, must taste of blueberries.

Merlin Magic covered everything, so no one knew, An Su couldn't see; this sentiment was understood and remembered only by her, but that was enough.

Luojia had hidden herself; now she had the courage.

"You have money to buy this dress," An Su spoke softly, "don't you have money to repay debts?"

He could imagine Luojia buying the dress, perhaps taking out her long-saved private money, perhaps unable to go to the cake shop for several months; she surely spent a long time choosing before the shop window. As she chose, perhaps drooping her snow-white eyes, frost-like lashes hiding her expression.

Perhaps by the time she finished buying, twilight had already fallen, perhaps behind her was a stretch of rose-colored clouds, or a swath of sky-blue sea; in any case, by the time she had chosen, the ceremony was about to begin.

Thus garbed in her finest, yet masking her appearance, she came to the first step of the Ceremony Hall, quietly waiting for the boy's arrival, her head hanging down, nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress, waiting for the grand ceremony to commence.

Despite it all, the white gauze was already useless.

It surely was stained with blood—like pure white snow stained with spots of red, blood stains that water could not clean, only could be washed with someone else's blood.

An Su raised his eyes, looking towards Terry Milton.

"Terry Milton, what you said is correct... but you got one thing wrong," An Su said calmly.

"Nonsense! You are just a false pretender!"