The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 745 - 382 Chaotic Audience: Another One?

Women fighting.

Since the dawn of human civilization, since the birth of aesthetics and entertainment, the art of "watching women fight" has embodied both the instincts of human nature and the humanistic concern of literature and arts; it is both the lofty and the lowly, the pinnacle of all art since the creation of civilization.

So intense,

Too intense.

The citizens of the Chaotic Church Nation cheered and rejoiced for such a glorious day, utterly unconcerned about whether stars were falling.

The Witch Garden, which for thirty thousand years could not be desecrated by blood, has today finally been stirred by the clangor of arms, all because a few women are fighting.

"Chaos is a ladder! Chaos is a ladder."

The ratings for the Witch Garden began to soar again, surpassing its own records, spiraling over ninety percent; ninety-one, ninety-two... reaching an impossible realm—ninety-five percent.

This meant that people all over the world were paying attention to this grand chaotic election.

Even the wars on the border battlefields came to a halt at this moment.

All classes with contradictions, all opposing races, all conflicting ideologies, all, for today, laid down their prejudices.

Whether they be the majestic Chaotic Nobles or beggars from the slums, whether Dark Elves or White-skinned Elves, whether Vampires or Squid People,

Whether they be ogres who are vegetarians—they like to eat plant people, or Druids who are carnivores—they like the meaty ones.

They all, temporarily, put down their contradictions and biases.

All races of the Chaotic Church Nation reconciled at this moment.

All eyes, with all fates intertwined, converge in the Witch Garden at this moment—this is the ultimate stage of destiny where all paths cross.

They... these fellows....

All came to watch women fight!

Fights among men bring war, while fights among women bring peace.

An Su thought to achieve world peace, women could take to the frontlines, just valiantly pulling hair out would suffice, while men in the rear have much more to think about—they consider which spectator seat offers the best view! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

If he had the chance, An Su would also like to quietly be a bloodthirsty spectator enjoying the show, but he's already been dragged into it by that maniac, Cersei.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he watched Cersei Milton above the garden, observing his enemy, his left eye flickering with Cang Lan's radiant light. An Su frowned.

Princess Cersei stood at the top of the Witch Garden, no longer suppressing the authority in her eyes; the splendid golden radiance cascaded down from the dome of the garden, enveloping everything within, every clear French window was plastered with rippling light reflections, each mirror reflecting the upside-down image of the Golden Kite Kingdom.

At this moment, the authority of Princess Cersei had surpassed anything An Su had seen before.

According to the original timeline, in the period of the "Imperial Capital's Fall," Cersei Milton had surpassed the realm of Saints to reach the Sixth Tier: Demigod.

The Nether World of the "Era of Chaos" is a Fifth Tier star.

Thus, the maximum Rank is Saint, with existences above Saints unable to pass the "Star's" scrutiny to enter this world. If a Demigod were to forcibly enter, they would be repelled by the Star.

Yet Cersei was able to enter, which means she is not a Demigod now. She self-destructed her own Rank, leaving scars on the Magic Circuit that touched the origin so that she could descend into this world with the Magic Power of a Demigod but the identity of a Saint.

Cersei is a stowaway, an enemy so maniacal that she spares no thought for her own shell, a lunatic that, to climb the ladder of fate, would forsake everything.

An Su is destined to put an end to such a lunatic.

"Miss Luojia."

"Let us slaughter each other."

Cersei walked lightly on the stairs, her gait as graceful as a deer. She gracefully raised her slender left hand, Holy Radiance flowing like water through her fingers. Pausing slightly, with a gentle upward flick of her fingertips, the sunlight in her hands was all scattered downward.

And what fell in An Su and Luojia's eyes seemed as if half the sky's scattered light was rolling down on them.

Huge pieces of broken sky plummeted into the night, punching holes peppered with a thousand wounds in the ground floor of the Witch Garden, each hole brimming with Holy sunlight.

The ground floor of the Witch Garden invited the top Chaotic Nobles of all of Avad, heirs from various great families, received invitations from the Chaotic Council, attending as guests to watch this ceremony, not needing to crowd outside the garden like those lowly beggars.

They were real big shots.

In the eyes of these noble big shots, this Witch Tea Party was just an excellent show.

So, with a clear conscience and faces full of anticipation, they watched this grandest of tea parties, thinking it was all just a game, all just entertainment, but only when that Holy Radiance splashed upon their bodies, and the Radiance corroded their murky souls through and through, did they realize—

They too were part of this entertainment activity.

Was it just watching women fight! Did they have to be utterly sidelined?

Countless touches on the soul resonated through the grand courtyard in an instant, and not a single Chaotic Noble could have expected that Cersei Milton would dare lay hands on them, their family powers controlled everything in the Chaotic Church Nation, and their chaotic families had persisted for thousands of years.