The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 751 - 384 "Do You Need Me to Kill Her?"_2

"The fire hydrant won't open!"

"There's no water inside!"

"No worries, there seems to be water in the oil tank over there, we can connect it to the fire hydrant!"

"You're a genius!"

The firefighters, with their extensive experience in firefighting, immediately sprang into action. Finding the hydrants inoperable, they quickly tapped into the nearby gas station's oil tank and directed the stream of oil towards the raging flames.

Through their desperate efforts, the fire was finally brought under control.

To witness this unprecedented Witch Tea Party, all citizens had gathered en masse in the dense district, none of them expecting that by just coming to watch the spectacle, the fire would find them!

This was truly a scene of apocalypse.

Looking at the city gradually being consumed by flames, the Chaotic Citizens were panicked, unsettled, fearful, and in their excitement, verging on madness. Their eyes trembled as they gazed upon the golden kite-colored sky, revealing emotions of fervor.

As more and more people perished, the chaos led to the rise of Radiance, but this was not the radiance of the gods, it was the radiance bestowed by royal power!

If the demigods of the Chaotic Council didn't act, the entire Holy City would be reduced to ashes.

The overwhelming wildfires also approached An Su. Miss Luojia unfolded a blessed barrier in front of An Su, and the river of fire followed the patterns of Holy Light, spilling in all directions. Luojia turned back to look at An Su, blinked her silvery eyes, indicating they had a fortress to rely on.

An Su frowned. Cersei was using the power he had amassed, ruthlessly slaughtering everyone indiscriminately, with no regard for age or weakness.

Realizing this, he stopped the output of his Magic Power and stopped attacking Cersei Milton. With that, the flow of the wildfire ceased,

but the next second, An Su's brows lifted slightly, finally showing a look of surprise.

Against everyone's expectations, time seemed to freeze at that moment—

An Su was no longer attacking Cersei, but Princess Cersei raised her hand, a crazed smile hanging on her lips, she slid it across her own throat. No blood spurted out, instead a towering inferno erupted.

This was self-inflicted damage!

She was inflicting harm upon herself, and under the jurisdiction of divine royal judgement, this harm could be transferred to become a Catastrophe!

[Radiance Level: 53%]

Once the Radiance Level broke through the limit, the Radiance of Nether would fall, and the entire Era of Chaos would be destroyed by Cersei first, marking his defeat.

This was Cersei Milton's overt scheme.

An Su knew the weakness of divine royal power, and so did Cersei.

To break this dynasty, one had to infuse Cersei with damage—if Cersei was not killed, she would kill instead.

The gamble was on who would burn out first and turn to ashes, and who could climb to the last rung of Fate's Staircase!

More and more citizens fell prey to the devastation, more and more skeletal remains turned into sparks and ashes. All the eyes of Nether's Followers were fixed on this place, watching the golden kite-colored royal power and Radiance, feeling the panic, unease, hatred, and disgust in the eyes of all living beings. Princess Cersei gazed upon the Esoteric Country ablaze because of her, revealing the most deranged smile of her life.

[Radiance Level: 54%]

[Time until dawn: five minutes]

Let the entire world burn, whether it's the Esoteric Sect or the Orthodox Church, let the whole world be engulfed in this great fire!

Burn all that is Holy, all faiths, all stale and boring dogmas, to ashes!

From the day Cersei followed in his footsteps, stepping onto the tenth floor of the Magic Association and glimpsing the world beyond Heaven's gates—

Princess Cersei understood the truth about the gods, comprehending the nature of faith.

Every descent into Nether, every rise and fall of civilizations, every massacre and birth, all cycles, were nothing but the arrogant games of the gods; there was never any nobility, never any sanctity, never any so-called Radiance!

No chastity, no healing, no alchemy, no forests, no Order, no stars, no Radiance!

Only fear!

Even faith itself was rooted in the fear of the living towards the Catastrophe.

Fear of the heavens, fear of the earth, fear of the raging storms, fear of landslides and ground shatterings, fear of the unknown, fear of death—they sought comfort and thus began to believe in gods, in the unknown existences beyond the stars, which led to the earliest forms of primitive faith.

Faith is the anchor that connects the present world to the starry sky, and the fourteen existences beyond the stars thus descended. The so-called divine authority is but a sham founded upon tyranny and fear.

This is Farol, the unvarnished truth of the Radiant Era's proliferation to its zenith where the Milton Royal Family was but a puppet groveling beneath the theocracy. Their esteemed Golden Kite family, the grand and holy Golden Kite flower—a name of honor bestowed by the gods, a flower granted by the gods—is merely proof of being useful servants.

The legendary firstborn of the Golden Kite, the Milton ancestor who founded the Radiant Kingdom, was nothing more than a slave chosen by the gods.

It is such a lineage that spanned tens of thousands of years that made Cersei Milton feel sorrowful, even hateful.

This was not true radiance, not the light Cersei pursued; thus, she slaughtered the Royal Family of Farol's nobility.

For that reason, the Magic she created was one that wielded Catastrophe.

It should not be gods who guide mankind, but humans who guide each other; not the heavens that kill men, nor the ground, but people who do the killing! Not a right bestowed by gods to man, but a right granted to gods by man.

And the person to do so would be the king of the Golden Kite Dynasty.

The gods' arrogant game should come to an end. Even if a game, it should be a human's game!

If belief in gods originates from fear, then let all beings simply fear her, Cersei, alone!

Let her, Cersei, be the one to kill.

No longer fearing the gods but fearing people, this is the only path Cersei Milton could conceive of to end the boundless Nether.

It is also the pathological, absolute justice she sought.

Thus, she returned to thirty thousand years ago, to the final page of the Era of Chaos, to herald the true Radiant Era!

Just to prove the correctness of the path that she believed in—the staircase of destiny.

"Theocracy—"

Princess Cersei smiled madly, her Magic Circuit shattered, both soul and body trembling slightly from within, her very essence burning along with the Holy City ablaze, along with the citizens turning to ashes, burning together!

[Radiance level: 60 percent!]

Under the relentless onslaught of damage from An Su, Princess Cersei, already bearing old wounds, her body could no longer support such a colossal conversion of Catastrophe. Her Magic Power had surplus, but her Magic Circuit could no longer support the transport of Magic Power.

In spite of this, she did not cancel her domain, remaining atop the sea of Golden Kite flowers, laughing both madly and serenely; she raised her hand, as if grasping the power over the entire world, and she issued her command to the world,

"Sovereign Grant!"

[Radiance level: 68 percent] fгeewebnovёl.com

The prolonged dawn finally broke, the blood-red canopy of the sky slowly clearing, the orange sunlight gently scattering down, and in the dawning light, Avad was on fire, burning to completion, burning to dawn.

"Miss Luojia, you should rest."

And amidst the devastated landscape, amidst the mountains on fire, An Su gently patted the slightly pale Miss Luojia, who was spent from overusing her Magic Power. He looked up calmly, his gaze towards the ruined Witch Garden, towards the Cersei Witch atop the ruins.

[Radiance level 70 percent]

He revealed a serene expression.

An Su felt the gaze from the deep shadows, saw those amber-colored dark eyes, heard the unfamiliar yet familiar footsteps, as if hinting at the onset of a light drizzle in early autumn, slightly cool, slightly trembling light on a rainy night, stepping softly and brokenly, gently swaying in his shadow.

Nobody could hear the sound of the autumn rain, but An Su could: the rain falling on the plane trees, tapping inside the eaves, echoing shallowly from the depths of An Su's heart—emotionless, just a clear, cold echo.

—Do you need me to kill her?

It was as if the autumn rain was speaking.

Listening to the rain's voice, An Su looked to the highest echelons of the Golden Kite monarchy, a Nether between him and Cersei Milton, one that they should bring to an end themselves.

The warm white dawn arrived, yet the lonely morning star in the sky hadn't been dispelled by radiance, still faintly glowing.

The day finally dawned, yesterday passed, and the last day of the Era of Chaos arrived.

As the morning star shined upon lovers, An Su reclaimed the crown he had set aside—

[Reversed Pope]