The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 450 - 269: Pushing the [Mistake] to the Pinnacle_3
Compared to An Su, further away there were targets more worthy of slaughter, greater mistakes that deserved correction.
She lifted her pure white eyes, locking gazes with the azure eyes in the crimson sky.
The Azure Sorceress, proclaimed as the most 'demonic witch' in the 30,000-year history of the Esoteric Sect, had an even more infamous reputation spreading across the lands even 30,000 years after her death, thanks to an unknown Chaotic Saintess's fan's propaganda, the Azure Sorceress was now the embodiment of extreme evil.
Having already killed the Dawn Saintess, how joyous it would be to kill the Azure Sorceress as well—even if it meant her own death.
Cersei walked barefoot toward the crimson sky, her smile growing more frenzied, kill, kill, kill!!
The Azure Sorceress slightly furrowed her brow, this wasn't the pleasant scent she was searching for.
But it didn't matter, she'd start with an appetizer.
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The witch smiled gently.
Watching this scene, Luo Xiaohei sighed softly, wondering why Cersei hadn't been blown up.
She also wanted to join in the slaughter, but unfortunately, she was just a Luo Xiaohei now.
The battle before their eyes involved two Peak Saints, a rank not suited for their current level to join in.
"Cersei has already been gravely injured," An Su said calmly with seriousness, "She won't be able to stand against the Azure Sorceress."
The Grand Dawn Ceremony was not something that could simply be interrupted; the vast Holy Light would, in turn, devour the caster. Cersei might seem unscathed, but An Su knew she had already sustained severe injuries.
"Meow." Luo Xiaohei tilted her head, so this was the end, Cersei couldn't fix the mistake.
She shook her tail, meowing at An Su, urging him to use the sneaky tricks he was good at.
As a Chaotic Saintess, Luo Xiaohei only needed a glance to understand the cause of this world's collapse: due to some reason, the Azure Sorceress, who shouldn't have appeared at this time, did appear and thus saw through the reality of the Nether World, becoming the greatest mistake of the world.
To correct the paradox and stop the collapse of the Dawn Cathedral, the Azure Sorceress had to be killed.
"Meow." (What idea have you thought of?)
She stood with hands on her hips, "Meow meow?" (How should we correct the world's mistake?)
"Why bother correcting mistakes?" An Su watched Luo Xiaohei with bemusement, tilting his head, "If everyone is wrong, doesn't it mean there is no mistake?"
Luo Xiaohei fell silent, she felt that An Su was even more extreme than Cersei... the problem isn't you, but the entire world, isn't it!
An Su watched the read alerts spread across the entire sky, watching where pure white met azure, and the layers upon layers of shards where the sky fractured, and he smiled.
For someone like Merlin, a designer by birth, a malignant bug was never unfixable, fixing one major bug always led to more minor bugs, and for a player who stops at nothing, bugs in the game were tools to be utilized!
Bugs are poison for ordinary players, but for rogue players, they are a double-edged sword. True rogues can even exploit bugs, such as replicating oneself in a cycle at the moment of a swift fall...
This is not a bug; it's a feature of the game.
Merlin's philosophy allows the existence of 'mistakes' in the human world, and An Su not only allows mistakes to exist, he acknowledges them, praises them, and uses the spiral staircase created by these mistakes to climb step by step. Chaos is a staircase, mistakes are also a staircase—it's all steps for the youth to climb upward!
"Since the mistake has already been born."
He looked calm, but his pale blue pupils reflected a cold radiance. The youth smiled and said, "Let us delve deeper into mistakes, for mistakes lead us upward."
"Meow?"
Luo Xiaohei stared at An Su warily, feeling that An Su was definitely about to do something unimaginable. And now, the mission had probably failed, hadn't it? Cersei had given up on the Dawn Ceremony, both the second and first missions had failed, this world was no longer qualified... How could one climb upwards then?
Contrary to Luo Xiaohei's expectations, An Su calmly turned around, ignoring the enemy that was about to strike. He composedly straightened his disheveled clothes and headed toward the Holy Hall that had been swallowed by the sea of light.
The Holy Hall had been completely destroyed, yet the statue of Radiance still stood among the rubble. He first stood silently before the statue, regaining his spent magic power and Holy Light. After waiting for a while, he left the statue and walked deeper into the church.
He searched among the ruins. After what seemed like a long time, An Su found what he had been looking for and smiled.
It was a bouquet of Golden Kite Flowers.
In the deepest desolation, the golden kite flowers bloomed at their peak, their golden petals gently swaying as if shaking the brilliant dawn light of the entire world—the Golden Kite Flower, blessed by the deities, was therefore not harmed by the Holy Light.
Cersei had a habit, a habit unknown to anyone else in this world. Nobody knew, for those who knew were all dead, but An Su knew.
After personally taking a life, she would plant a Golden Kite Flower in the soil of the burial site. This secret... even the Magic God Merlin didn't know, otherwise, he wouldn't have drunk Cersei's Golden Swallow Flower Tea.
The Dawn Saintess's body was personally handled by Cersei.
Although the Holy Blood had been taken by An Su, the shell was secretly buried by Cersei, for she knew that the Saintess's remains must not be left to An Su.
An Su bent down and dug around the Golden Kite Flower in the soil, using magic to remove layer upon layer of foul, moist earth, finally, at the very bottom, his magical tendrils touched the cold remains.
The Dawn Saintess, Her Majesty Maria, was quietly lying in the soil.
The Goddess's blessing still lingered on her favored body, everything was so vivid. Her skin had not become stiff and discolored from death; instead, it was so white and delicate, resembling the fine snow in early winter. The golden kite flowers clustered around her body, the golden petals fluttering in the wind, reflecting a dazzling light, casting the dawn light on the Saintess's cheek.
She lay there peacefully with her eyes closed, as if merely asleep.
Everything was so beautiful, so peaceful.
"Let this world's [mistake]—"
An Su plucked the swaying Golden Kite Flower, the last dawn light of this world, and held it in his palm, recklessly proclaiming, "reach its peak!"
