The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1174

[Chapter 205 The Saint in Green Clothes]

The door that had imprisoned Annan for more than three weeks finally opened at this moment.

Annan looked at the bright red and sticky moonlight outside the door, pouring in through the self-opening door.

For a while, Annan felt as if he had passed away.

And at the next moment, Annan finally popped up the panel for the main quest that was almost a month late:

[Main quest: Choice]

[Reduce the number of purifiers to “one person”]

[Meet ████]

[Until Tianliang]

“…do you have to wait until dawn?”

Annan murmured in a low voice and walked out the door.

He didn’t pay much attention to and analyze this main task.

Now that it is known that this nightmare itself is full of malice towards him… Then there may be some kind of trap hidden in this main quest.

At least that’s what Annan thinks now.

——He decided to explore this nightmare by himself first.

If he really encounters any critical information that makes him have to review his main quest… Then by then, Annan will definitely not drown with his old thinking.

Maybe it was because of being imprisoned for too long.

The moment Annan left this “prison”, he felt a little discomfort instead.

How can I describe that feeling…

It’s like staying in a stuffy room with a broken air conditioner for a long time, and my body has adapted to the feeling of being hot and humid.

When I went out at night, I was blown by the slightly hot natural wind, and I could actually feel a little coolness infiltrating in, and I could even feel a strange touch from the surface of the skin.

… Annan made a judgment for the first time.

If he guessed correctly, the world actually exists in the world.

Only before Annan left this “initial period”, time was completely stopped.

So even though Annan stayed there for a long time, Annan, who had already reached the youth stage, did not grow a beard.

Even his clothes weren’t dirty or wrinkled, and his hair wasn’t messy at all.

After all, even if Annan gains a golden body, it is impossible to stop normal and healthy “growth functions” such as growing a beard.

Just like Ingrid couldn’t prevent herself from getting pregnant.

To eradicate this level of “instinctuality”, ritual pruning is necessary.

Unless you stop being human at all.

It was only after Annan left the house that he realized…the location he was in was not in the wild.

But in the downtown area.

——In other words, Annan judged from the surrounding wreckage that it should have been in the downtown area.

I saw that in the middle of the night, everything was silent.

Only the blood-colored full moon that seemed to drip with blood stared at Annan, and a black star accompanied the blood moon and hung high in the night sky.

Annan looked up.

I saw the blood-red moon that was red to black, looking like a bleeding eyeball cut by a knife.

Just looking at the blood moon made

Annan feel a strange and uncontrollable obsession.

In a trance, Annan seemed to see a group of marks inscribed in the depths of the blood moon.

It looked like a tangle of yellow tentacles entwined, circling, twisting, and flickering.

When Annan came back to his senses again, he seemed to hear a low singing voice from deep in the air.

—It seemed to be a French song.

Judging by rhythm and length, Annan thought it should be an opera.

The song was flowing on the street corner, as if it had long legs and could move.

He followed the song’s reputation.

But those crimson mists blocked Annan’s vision and his perception attributes.

There also seemed to be people passing by faintly on the street.

But Annan wasn’t sure it was really a human.

He could clearly see one silhouette after another, passing by in the thicker and thicker blood mist.

But the sense of disobedience was that instead of hearing their footsteps, Annan heard a sticky and damp sound.

The sound even reminded Annan of the lubricant applied to the skin.

Even so uneasy, the familiar architectural style around still made Annan feel a strange sense of nostalgia –

he subconsciously walked towards the direction of the singing.

As Annan gradually walked in that direction, he seemed to be lost in the blood mist, and Annan’s sense of direction was gradually lost… The singing gradually became louder and clearer.

But strangely, Annan was not injured by the blood mist.

Instead, a strange longing gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn’t hunger, it wasn’t thirst.

It was something from the depths of my heart…

“…Huh?” After some

time, Annan raised his head and suddenly murmured.

Because of the building in front of him, he really knows it!

He also finally knew why he felt a strange sense of familiarity just now.

Not that Annan had traveled or lived here… but because he had played Assassin’s Creed.

——The building in front of you is Notre Dame de Paris!

“…No wonder I always feel that this street is so familiar.”

Annan murmured in a low voice.

Is this Earth?

But not quite like it.

After learning a certain conjecture—that is, all the worlds are actually some kind of mirrored versions of the earth, Annan is not sure whether this dream corresponds to France in a certain era.

The only thing that Annan can confirm is that there is absolutely a problem.

That is, it is too dark and too quiet inside Notre Dame de Paris.

There were so many people on the street, and although there was no conversation, it was obviously not late at night.

At this time, Notre Dame de Paris should not be completely dark.

Or to put it another way – even if this place is over, the door should be closed.

Instead of such a dark open door.

Just when Annan stopped at the door thinking.

But he saw a ball bouncing slowly from the inside, rolling out, and stopped in front of Annan.

Annan picked up the ball silently.

With his perception suppressed by the blood mist, Annan can still confirm at this distance that this is indeed a ball… not something hiding explosives.

…Does this mean you want me in?

Annan thought about it, but decided to go in.

There was indeed no one in Notre Dame de Paris, but the blood mist had dissipated.

This made Annan at least feel that his vision became clearer.

In a pile of tightly closed doors, Annan once again saw the same traces of paint smeared on the doors as the yellow twisted marks he had just hallucinated.

Annan always felt that this mark was familiar, but it seemed to be too ancient knowledge, and Annan couldn’t remember it for a while.

He walked into the room.

He heard the source of the singing.

It came from a tape recorder – oddly enough, Annan could hear the vocals with the characteristic roughness of a damaged sound quality.

But when he was outside, it felt like someone was walking and singing on the street.

One sleeve reached over and turned off the tape recorder with the palm of his hand.

It was a… man in a green robe that shimmered with radiance.

UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Probably a man.

He—or rather, his body was radiating the brilliance of divinity without end, and Annan could see its overwhelming sense of holiness with just a glance.

This made Annan restrained and became vigilant and polite.

“I have no intention of staying here…”

Annan said, leaned over and asked politely, “Excuse me, how can I get out of here?”

The man opposite did not answer Annan’s question.

Shadows covered most of the man’s face, revealing only two emerald-like eyes without pupils.

This eye reminded Annan of his “Angel’s Left Eye”.

Coincidentally, Annan’s left eye also looks like this.

And in the middle of his forehead, there is a very beautiful emerald gemstone inlaid.

It was shining like the man’s third eye.

The man just stretched his finger to the seat opposite him and motioned Annan to sit down.

Annan easily understood the meaning of the other party, and did not take the attitude of resistance.

Do not know why.

Annan just felt that the other party should not hurt himself…

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