The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 531 - 298: An Su’s Coronation (4800)_2

Even in the worst-case scenario, the Church would consciously limit An Su's development.

Feeling the complex gaze of the Cardinal, An Su fully understood that what he was wading through tonight was troubled waters. The only solution was to openly break with the Royal Family and publicly declare he did not need royal power.

But the star was about to fall, and An Su needed tonight's coronation ceremony, the blessing of the gods, which only the Saintess could bestow through baptism, and there were only two Saintesses.

The most crucial point was that An Su prided himself on having been born entirely dark. The only thing he could remotely call virtuous was that he didn't emotionally blackmail others—he was skilled in physical kidnapping, but not moral hostage-taking, nor did he beg people; he preferred to be passive.

She had no obligation to confront the Royal Family, such a huge awakening.

An Su had the backing of the Chenxing Family, as well as a Demigod Level uncle and a well-connected third uncle, but that idiot was an orphan, with no one to support him.

Cersei loved nothing more than to assassinate and bury bodies.

So this morning, he hadn't mentioned tonight's events to that person; because An Su knew that once he spoke, judging by that idiot's nature, he would certainly act on it. Most importantly, she didn't understand politics and would only make things worse—An Su was very disdainful.

He lifted his gaze to the second tier, symbolizing royal power, watching the Eldest Prince's warm smile. This was an open scheme, and An Su could only swallow this move. It was nothing more than a minor setback; the Royal Family stepped over his reputation to climb up in the Church's influence.

An Su calmly met the gaze of the Eldest Prince, a trace of mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth, so light yet unsettlingly uncomfortable for the onlooker.

The Royal Family was using An Su, and An Su was using the Royal Family. The only thing that irked him was being manipulated by the major players from beginning to end, nothing more.

He looked around the Ceremony Hall, the most lavish and magnificent hall in the world: numerous statues dissipated the most holy colors, gigantic stained glass scattered light into colorful patches that seamlessly integrated into the Church's epic murals. Thanks to the Royal Family's desire to create momentum, this very hall, which was originally intended for the Bishop's coronation, was utilized.

Along with the attendance of seven Bishops,

The blessings attracted by the ceremony were set to be the greatest in nearly a decade.

Boring politics, boring influence, boring reputation, boring prospects.

These guys would never understand that for a dark player, for An Su, only solid levels represented everything.

The star was about to fall; as long as everyone died, as long as the Imperial Capital was destroyed—

All honors would become ruins, steps for his ascent!

"Saint Heir An Su Moningsta, in the name of the Saint Heir and the Holy Father, guided by the Radiance, please ascend the steps," the bell of the tower tolled slowly, the choir sounded hymns, and the Church's Ceremonial Officer announced to An Su.

For a moment, the entire Holy Hall fell silent.

Countless rays of Holy Light scattered the images through the Demon Net, rapidly spreading to the Magic Screens and proliferating across all urban Magic-guided terminals, displaying An Su Moningsta's visage to all the citizens.

The people lowered their voices, gazing at the newly proclaimed saint.

In full view of everyone.

The young man with silvery-white hair and dark blue pupils slowly stepped in his long boots onto the First Tier of the holy staircase made of light, looking up to see countless radiant stairs layered above him, stretching upward to the divine third floor, the brilliance extending as if reaching directly to Heaven, connecting the sky.

Amid the countless chants, An Su could feel the gaze of the Goddess gradually converging here.

And Cersei Milton, on the second tier of the staircase, the golden light reflected in her pupils shone with pleasure. She waited quietly, holding up her gown with snow-white silk hands, a perfect smile playing at her lips, waiting for An Su to approach her.

Come,

An Su Moningsta, stand by me, whether you want to or not, we must learn to disguise our "true nature".

You cannot escape.

This is just the beginning.

In the future reign of the Golden Kite Dynasty, supreme evil cannot be absent.

The more wicked, the more it highlights Justice; the more wicked, the more necessary its existence. If the citizens are resentful, eliminating the evil suffices; just conquer the supreme evil, and all contradictions, dissatisfaction, and class divisions are forgotten and ignored in the process of combating evil, naturally vanishing. Whether she kills the utmost evil, or she is killed by it, happiness is brought to the people.

This is the path Cersei seeks.

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An Su calmly looked at the Princess on the second tier. Suddenly, he paused as if sensing something, looking towards the highest tier with a resigned smile.

In the eyes of all, he climbed to the second level of the staircase, nearing the Princess, holy light from all around pouring onto the youth. His silvery-white hair floated in the air like willow fluff, each strand reflecting the dazzling, holy golden light.

The citizens watched this scene, feeling that the young man before them was indeed a true saint, so divine and beautiful, radiating near-perfect brilliance—alongside the Saintess blessed by the golden kite, they seemed a pair destined by nature.