The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 774 - 391 Morning Star World_3

Madman.

The Last Bishop's pupils contracted slightly, for He had never seen a creature pierced by the Chaotic Spear who could still walk like An Su; but what could the young man in front of him do? He could do nothing. Both his soul and his body were bound; he was incapable of accomplishing anything.

Nor could he kill anyone,

—except himself.

Perhaps detesting that his own body had become an encumbrance, An Su drew a Cang Lan-colored blade, the hue dazzlingly vivid between crimson and radiance. That drop of Cang Lan was once a teardrop from the origin's eye; An Su gently gripped that teardrop of Cang Lan, letting it caress his own neck!

"I need not your coronation."

"You were never the Bishop of Chaos, I am."

Countless spikes simultaneously pierced through An Su's Magic Circuits, binding them completely, but it was already too late, for the Cang Lan Blade had already swept across An Su's throat.

"I am not bestowed with 'errors' by you, I am the error itself."

The effect of the Cang Lan Blade was— to sacrifice any being not higher than An Su's Rank.

And naturally, An Su himself could not be below his own Rank!

[Delicious child, you have profoundly attracted the delight of the Mother Goddess of Life!]

At this very moment, the blood-red moonlight poured down like a deluge, even Heaven had been cracked open a fissure, and from beyond that crevice, a round of blood-red moonlight cast His gaze down.

Pleasure set the entire world ablaze.

He was not the only Child of the Curse in the history of Nether, but he was the sole Child of the Error—

This was why An Su was so enthralling to the Mother Goddess of Life, to Her it was the ultimate and unique feast.

I offer myself!

A brilliant Chef Saint would present even themselves upon the dining table.

An Su cast aside his cumbersome body, plunging both his body and soul into the River of Life; the Cang Lan radiance twinkling in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and though both his body and soul were being devoured, the young man's lips still wore that most mocking, most frenzied smile.

The smile on the face of the Last Bishop, however, had vanished, He watched An Su with incredulity, He could not believe that An Su would actually do this.

Every one of An Su's responses, every one of An Su's possible futures, billions of outcomes had been calculated and seen through by the Pure White Eyes.

But An Su's this particular choice— the choice to self-sacrifice— the Last Bishop had never foreseen; is this what they call 'error'...

No matter how one thought about it, it went beyond common sense.

An Su, intending to find that girl, would have never sacrificed himself; how could he save anyone else if he himself were dead? Hence, An Su certainly did not die for now; absolutely not.

This lad was by no means merely for 'sacrifice'.

For An Su knew, for the sake of accomplishing Heaven's plan, for the sake of committing the thorough 'error', Heaven would never possibly allow An Su to die so easily—thus he chose to commit suicide in an instant, moreover in such a manner as to be a sacrifice to the Mother Goddess of Life.

Exactly because, the Last Bishop would never allow An Su to be consumed by God.

And the most critical point, the first circuit of His own Radiant Judgement, was Holy-Level magic, capable of resurrecting the souls of the righteous.

This was common knowledge.

With just a moment's thought, the Last Bishop understood An Su's true motive.

This blasphemous lunatic dared to even use God; he dared to treat God as his pawn, making use of God to contest against Him.

To snatch food from God's dining table, as the Last Bishop, He had no choice but to do so.

An Su gambled both his body and soul on the table of God. Radiant Judgement would only resurrect the righteous, and An Su was far from righteous, yet he dared to fantasize about being resurrected!

This madman....!

"Naive brat."

The Last Bishop swore, but the corners of His mouth split open with the most frenzied and joyous smile, His laughter almost bringing Him to tears: this little madman, good good good, this little madman, truly worthy of being a pupil raised by Merlin, He retracted His earlier statement, it wasn't boring anymore.

Since you wish it thus, why not comply with your plan?

What does it matter if I drive wolves or swallow tigers?

Even if they are so-called gods, so what!

This is Heaven, not the starry sky of gods!

An Su is a lunatic, Merlin is a lunatic, and He is also a lunatic; from the time when the scarlet moonlight thoroughly tainted the young man's body and soul, the purest and grandest radiance descended from the sky, as the soul's Angel's Judgment adjudicated good and evil. It guided the lost spirits back to their fallen bodies, pulling An Su Moningsta, who was about to fall into the dining table, back again.

[The child that was about to be eaten flew away.]

[Faceless One, you have aroused the wrath of the Mother Goddess of Life!]

To steal from gods, the Last Bishop's lips trickled with fresh blood, only feeling a sweetness in his throat; even his origin suffered an indelible backlash.

[Chaos level: Seventy percent]

"Bishop Your Majesty, it seems I've bet correctly."

An Su was still drenched in fresh blood, lifting his azure eyes with a smile as he looked at the Last Bishop,

"You once said, your Radiant Judgment only judges good and evil, and only revives the righteous, but I proclaim myself certainly not righteous."

"In fact, the so-called boundary of good and evil is judged by you, defined by you, isn't it?"

This is the Radiant Judgment of the origin, this is conceptual magic.

The reason An Su could bet correctly was not merely on confidence but because his Radiant Judgment was plagiarized from the Last Bishop, with core pathways and criteria standards stemming from the same source, and the judgment criteria of An Su's Radiant Judgment was the 'appearance' of the soul.

But aesthetics is a subjective matter; hence, it can be inferred that the Last Bishop's view of good and evil is also a subjective matter.

That's why He is the Bishop of Chaos!

"You slaughtered an entire era, you slaughtered everyone, yet after using Radiant Judgment, no one was revived."

The youth's pale blue pupils reflected in the Pure White Eyes, at this moment, incredibly bright and clear.

Even though those eyes were merely mortal, unlike the Magic Eye that connects to the source like 'Pure White Eyes ', they mirror a transparent world just the same.

"It's simply because you deeply believe, within the Era of Chaos, not a single soul is righteous, and no one deserves salvation."

The Last Bishop was stunned, raising his eyes and looking at An Su coldly.

Unbelievably cold.

"The reason you can't escape from Nether, having struggled for thirty thousand years, is simply because deep down you believe you were born a slave. You fear neither gods nor dare to rebel against them, but you only truly fear destiny."

"Just like you stand before me now—"

"It's simply because deep down you believe. Once I find my girl, I will be unable to seize this so-called 'fate' for you."

"This is the world you see, those Pure White Eyes, the Nether World they see."

"It's not that you're trapped in Nether; it's that you chose Nether."

The desolate wind swept across the long stairs, beneath the fragmented sky, the wrong sunset, and the blood-red Red Moon, amidst the lengthy silence, the Last Bishop revealed a helpless smile, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly.

[Error level: Seventy-two percent]

"... Little one, you really do have the gift of gab."

"Alright, alright."

His smile grew more insane, those Pure White Eyes increasingly joyful, as He took several steps forward, the world plunging into chaos and jubilation with the Last Bishop.

"You prove it to me, child of Morning Star."

"Prove to me, try hard to flee before me, desperately search for your girl."

"Before the wrongs of the world come to an end—"

"Show me the world reflected in your dark cyan eyes."

[Final Volume, Morning Star World]