The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 547 - 304: Chenxing Sends a Message_3
Stripped of the Golden Kite Flower's splendid veneer, Milton's prince was nothing more than a writhing, colossal maggot. It wriggled, it howled, it hatefully seethed with ugliness, lunging toward An Su. All azure blades leaped between its flesh, plucking its ears,
"I excise the biased ear before Radiance's hall, to seek forgiveness for the slander of all beings."
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Every Royal Guard present, every Heresy Trial Knight, every noble from the Great Gate, knew that the blessing An Su now recited was the last sentence from the "Baptism Record" of the Bible, and this prayer was often the benediction an Executive Officer would mournfully recite during the Redemption ceremony for heretics.
An Su calmly sliced through Prince Tai Rui with the Azure Redemption Holy Sword, yet this was not punishment, but redemption, this was not killing, but grace.
For these sentences are written in the Bible, inscribed on history books, etched into the souls of every Executive Officer, and so what An Su did was not cruelty or unusual. It was merely sparse and ordinary, occurring in every town, in each City-State, throughout every province, every day, every night, every hour, every minute, so An Su was not blasphemous, but Holy.
Those redeemed from desecration would have their sins absolved in blood and ascend to Heaven in blissful glory, basked in the Lord's endless Radiance—so wrote the Empire's Bible.
It was just that, tonight, the focus had shifted from a lowly wizard to the prince of the golden kite.
And this execution—
No, it was this redemption that would be conducted before the eyes of all citizens.
"I gouge out the profane face before Radiance's hall, to seek forgiveness for the sins of all beings."
An Su finally sliced open Prince Tai Rui's cheeks. Since the ceremony began, he had forgotten how many cuts he had made; he only remembered that with each slice, he cut open corrupt flesh, and from within blossomed golden flowers. Each incision heralded the blooming of a Golden Kite Flower Sea, the youth scattering the scent of Golden Kite Flowers wantonly, destroying the golden realms of the soul's world, mangling the Golden Kite's carcass in the world of the living.
With redemption atoning for execution.
The writhing maggot twisted, wailed, suffering, but it had no right to harbor resentment, because this was redemption, because such events were not novel in the Empire, it was merely its own turn.
As the vast Holy Light grew more magnificent, so did the resplendent rites.
Blood was the epic mural smeared on the walls, the torn-off faces were the crimson carpets on the floor, and the amassed corpses became the hall of Radiance. The friction of blades and flesh, bones, were the sounds of the most sacred symphony played, and when the bereft Prince Tai Rui knelt, An Su lifted the azure Long Blade of Redemption toward the prince's head—
Before the nation's public Magic Guidance broadcast,
The first golden bud fell into the soil, tumbling in front of the Holy Hall.
"God bestowed the golden iris upon the first innocents, granting them the kingdom of Gold."
An Su finished reciting the end of the "Baptism Record," but with a smile, he added a line,
"Now, I return the Golden Kite Flower to God!"
As the head of the Golden Kite Prince fell, this hours-long benediction ceremony also finally came to an end.
The sky was beginning to whiten, but this was still not dawn; it was the boundary between night and day, a grey and white canopy spread across the horizon, covering the shimmering Maria River, the bustling Imperial Capital with its fading lights, and further out the tan fields and dark green mountain ranges. Numerous stars carried messages through the greyish veil, toward the rivers of Nether, the fields and mountains, and the entire world—
On the night of Chenxing, the Golden Kite Prince, Terry Milton, was the first to lose his life.
