The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 544 - 303 I Am Destiny, I Am Chaos_2

"I am the reason for your destruction,"

This world could only reflect those dark cyan eyes, along with the blazing Star Fire everywhere!

Burn, burn, only burn.

"I am the promised fate,"

An Su tore apart the remnants of Tai Rui's consciousness, as well as the gateway to the Prince's spiritual world, blood splattered everywhere, limbs flew, he was mad yet lucid, his boots crushed and trampled underfoot into the dust, stomping the remains of royal authority into the soil, then he drove the staff of royal authority into its spine, nailing it into the pallid earth, turning the golden scepter into their most splendid tombstone. The youth revealed a refreshing smile,

"None of them are!"

The Star Fire completely incinerated the remnants of Tai Rui's consciousness, yet the flames did not cease, instead they backflowed into Prince Tai Rui's spiritual world, the defenses transformed in an instant. An Su's will stepped into the Prince's world, a world that was dazzlingly golden, a spotless Golden Kingdom, where resplendent and luxurious Golden Kite Flowers bloomed in abundance, and ethereal nobles walked amongst them, so nobly holy and beautiful.

If the world blooms full of golden flowers, then the whole city shall don golden armor!

Entering the Golden Kingdom with him were chaos, life, and pain-filled stares, the chaotic Mother Goddess turned gold into copper and iron, the Mother Goddess of life turned nobles into livestock, and the Mother Goddess of pain sprinkled corpses across the land!

The Three Pillars had only just descended into the depths of Prince Tai Rui's soul, and his spiritual world began to mutate, to fall, to step towards madness—the corrupt spiritual soil could no longer produce gold, pigs and sheep oozing pus dressed in fancy tailcoats, shouting loudly, mountains of corpses giving off a dark green stench, while the Golden Kite Flowers bloomed even more brilliantly amidst this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

They reveled in this feast upon the Demigod's soul. But this time, An Su was neither a bystander nor fodder; he too was a guest partaking in the banquet.

[Behold, today I set you above nations and kingdoms, to uproot and to tear down, to destroy and to overthrow, and also to build and to plant]

The frenzied whispers of the Three Pillars echoed in his ears, and the chants of the Holy Tier resounded from the high heavens.

He stepped into the Golden Kingdom, scattering the remaining Star Fire into all the copper and iron City-States, burning among all the noble livestock, uprooting, destroying, overturning, devouring everything the Demigod had into the Star Fire, and finally, let those sparks set the world ablaze!

Overturning all that is holy, desecrating all that is glorious, then planting chaos, life, pain!

An Su watched Terry Milton, his calm smile unfurled.

The soul and body were originally one, the mutation of the spirit would lead to the aberration of the body. By drawing the attention of the Three Mother Goddesses into the depths of Prince Tai Rui's soul, this was An Su's true purpose, the final puzzle piece, to overturn all worldly conventions, and then to build!

Prince Terry, carrying your splendid royal authority,

Please live, fight, struggle, in the most despicable form you hate, reject, and despise,

And at the end,

Died in this ugliest posture.

To pay back the curse with darkness, to repay kneeling with groveling.

At this moment, An Su's soul's blasphemous laughter reached its peak!

"An Su Moningsta!!"

Prince Tai Rui let out the most mournful, most piercing, most hateful howl, his final words.

The soul's time was long, but in reality, it was just an instant, the nobility in the Ceremony Hall suddenly erupted into a wave of alarmed cries, they all retreated in terror, even the most experienced and knowledgeable of them had never seen such a horrifying scene in their lives.

That noble and dignified Prince Terry, after letting out an animal-like venomous yell, began to contort chaotically, all his elegance, his dignity, all his glory seemed to vanish.

He writhed in agony on the ground, from his arms to his ankles, from his neck to his facial features, his eyes, his ears, and his nose, all began to twist painfully, wild growths of flesh burst through his spine, spilling dark green corpse fluid and copper and iron, along with writhing life tendrils and squirming little mouths.

A Duke not far enough away failed to dodge in time, was swept away by those tendrils, turning into a pool of blood, then consumed by the gnawing small mouths.

The posture was unspeakably ugly, desecrated, cursed, indescribable.

Even a fledgling saint knew what this was... insanity boiling over, spiritual downfall inducing bodily mutations, and judging by the characteristics, not just one Mother Goddess!

No one could imagine, no one dared believe.

In this holy hall, in this radiant Holy Light, the Eldest Prince of the 'Golden Bloodline' descended into the arms of the Esoteric Mother Goddess and mutated into such a blasphemous monstrosity, falling from man to beast, an act only the Dark Son would commit!

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The terror of a Demigod losing control would be deeply etched into Farol's collective memory this very night.

Just for an instant.

An instant that no one could react to.

The church orchestra's symphony and the choir's chorus hadn't yet ceased, still performing the splendid hymn.

On the second floor, the Prince's writhing life tendrils swept daintily around, spattering blood like ripples among Milton's royal relatives, cropping off several heads in an instant. The Prince squirmed like maggots, ministers and princes, high officials and nobles, one exquisitely dressed head after another tossed into the air like ornate wedding bouquets, thrown up, then down, only to be finally swallowed into its belly.

The life Order bestowed by the Divine, the honor and nobility in this mincing massacre had already lost all meaning, all the personages, all esteemed gentlemen and ladies, at the moment of death, everyone was equally vile, lowly, and grotesque!

When the delicate belly was torn open, when proud eyes were gouged out, when noble bodies were consumed by countless little mouths, all glory became manure.

In the same way, nobility, glory, and exquisite beauty.

And amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as countless lives came to their end, the Golden Kite Flowers bloomed remarkably, so radiantly beautiful. Cersei Milton held her breath, watching intently the scene before her, where blood was the most conspicuous ink. It painted the death of beings into the most brilliant tapestry!

The mutation occurred too abruptly, even the Magic Guidance live broadcast couldn't be shut down in time.

This scene was thoroughly witnessed by all the citizens.

The Golden Bloodline, blessed by the Divine, the first in the Order of Princes, couldn't maintain his Spiritual Body during the grand Holy Light ceremony. Like a dark tale sung by a minstrel, he mutated into a crazed beast, rapidly slaughtering the royalty on the second floor. The bloody carnage of the flesh-grinder, the foul and blasphemous stench seemed to spill out of the screen, boring straight into their nostrils.

And another scene—

Fell into the eyes of all citizens, into all panicked and uneasy gazes, down in every slum, on every execution stage, in every abandoned alley, in every orphanage, upon every abandoned child, upon every slave, into the eyes of every Dark Son—

An Su Moningsta, Child of the Curse, cradling vast Holy Light, stood at the top of the sacred staircase, the magnificent Holy Light weaving through his silvery hair. The youth raised the ceremonial scepter, and deep within his azure eyes, as if in the name of God, he commanded the world, or perhaps, he simply questioned it.

What exactly is good, and what exactly is evil.

What is Radiance, and what is a Curse.

Is the dignity of a soul engraved within one's bloodline?

Is the class of beings predetermined by fate?

Who grants the rights of nobles? The Gods?

Are Dark Sons born to be slaughtered?

Are the Golden Kite Nobles born to be revered?

Because for a thousand years, since ancient times, it has been so, does that make it right?

So, do they deserve to die?

So, do they deserve to kneel?

There's never been such logic.

The scene before everyone's eyes told them all, fresh and starkly clear, there was never such logic!

The mutated and profaned Golden Kite Prince, after devouring another half-circle of royals, turned its numerous tiny and ugly eyes toward An Su, opening its thousands of grotesque mouths and lunging at the vast Holy Light.

But Terry could no longer do it, having fallen into the abyss of pure white Magic Eyes.

An Su stood atop the holy steps, his azure pupils without a trace of retreat or fear, not even a fluctuation of emotion, like a lake reflecting myriad stars, calmly watching it, quietly reflecting Terry Milton's ugliest face.

"I am chaos," he whispered into Terry's ear, "none of you are."