The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 756 - 386: Exiled in the Name of Chenxing_2

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——"Even more boring than thirty-year-old Aunt Cang Lan."

The curse originally imagined, the catastrophe that was thought could swallow the entirety of Avad, in the blink of an eye, turned into a blessing.

That calm world of azure reflected Cersei Milton: her originally mad facade.

Only when observed by the Morning Star did Cersei see her own visage clearly. She stared at the woman reflected by the celestial blue eyes, the woman standing under all Radiance, amidst the sea of Golden Kite's flowers, above the corpses and blood ocean, where the blood-red freshness tinted the pure white hem of her dress, and the Golden Kite's scepter as well stained with the ash of the dead.

She could clearly see, the absolute justice reflected in the Morning Star's eyes was on the verge of collapse.

Her mad, unrestrained, elegant smile vanished.

"No..."

"No... You should be fighting with me..."

Cersei Milton whispered softly, retreating several steps, feeling her shattered life essence instantly healing, the fractured Magic Circuit reconnecting, the curse becoming a blessing, her fallen rank was rising again...

Despite this, Cersei felt no joy or pleasure.

"It shouldn't be this way."

Cersei clenched her teeth, she had never lost her composure like this, her elegance, her joyous demeanor crumbled, she said in despair, "No, it shouldn't be like this!"

For the first time, she truly exposed such fear, all the emotions she had shown before, all the annoyance, joy, and sorrow, were merely acts.

Now, all pretense had vanished, leaving only... fear.

"It should have been me killing you, or you killing me!"

Under the watch of the cerulean Holy Eyes, the soul and origin wounds instantly healed, as if a miraculous full recovery—what was called a Holy blessing, but for Cersei, and for people like her, it was the most malicious, most desperate curse in the world!

An Su negated everything about Cersei, be it fate or ideology, he completely denied all the meaning of Cersei Milton. From the beginning, the so-called 'fatal struggle' was just as An Su said, merely Cersei Milton's own one-sided self-entertainment!

From the start, Cersei was wrong.

An Su had no interest in the so-called fate, he had no stance, he was neither evil nor good, this man only thought of clearing levels quickly, and the quickest shortcut to clearing each time... just happened to be evil!

He was just An Su, the Morning Star between day and night.

"...It can't be this way."

Cersei struggled to lift her gaze, she looked towards An Su, towards those azure eyes, her vision continued to stretch beyond, and saw the rising sunlight, the warm white Radiance filling the azure sky.

From above the sky, Cersei saw a higher starry space, the Radiant Nether she had longed for was slowly falling.

And Cersei also felt it, the world was rejecting her.

The Radiant Kingdom of the Golden Kite was rejecting her.

Expelling her, the stowaway guest.

Under the effects of the Reversed Pope lasting a day, Cersei returned to the Demigod Rank.

And at this moment, rank had lost all meaning, it was merely shackles and imprisonment.

A Demigod cannot enter the Era of Chaos, if one violates the principle of neutrality, they would lose the Star's consent and be expelled by the world.

Without the Star's blessing, one could neither stay in this Nether nor return to the real world. Instead, they would be exiled between Nether and reality, in that infinite, ineffable starry space, which is the domain of the eerie Outer World.

In Merlin's assessment, if not for being devoured by An Su's Morning Star Saintess, the Azure Sorceress's historical projection also tried to flee to the starry space.

Numerous exiled Outer Gods were wandering and lost within the star space.

Cersei felt her wounded origin had recovered, and immediately raised her fingertip, without a moment's hesitation or regret, she wiped her own root, she couldn't leave now, she must stay here, even if what remained was just wreckage, just ashes after being scorched by fire, she must remain.

Otherwise, everything would be meaningless!

Cersei moved her hand fast enough, but the world was faster than Cersei.

From an unknowable star space, from the very top of the long flight of fate's steps, chains forged from starlight descended from the void.

These were chains from the 'Star,' coming from a neutral deity at the seventh rank that had never manifested, never descended, never existed—or rather, the conscious embodiment of this star space.

The moment Cersei's rank was restored, she was already out of the game.

Cersei's fingertip halted at her throat, her everything seemed to come to a halt.

Her pale, delicate hand hung in the air, countless chains, some tangible, some not, bound her arms and restrained all of her, the chains traveled up the arm to the delicate collarbone, over the shoulders, wrapped around the smooth neck, intertwined at the waist, and finally, tightened around the ankles.

She was no longer the monarch vested with divine rights, nor the cruel and mad Golden Kite Princess, no longer the 'absolute justice' that reigned over the Golden Kite Kingdom.

But a prisoner.

Cersei Milton, merely a bound prisoner.

"Prince Cersei."

"I can't kill you, nor will I let you kill me."

The day was already bright, and the chaotic era had finally turned to its last page. freewebnøvel.coɱ

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