The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 392

[Chapter 387 Memory Fragments of Week 1 Purpose]

True God is… the pillar of the world?

The moment Annan heard this statement, a cold current surged up from the back of his head, and a deep buzzing sound suddenly sounded deep in his mind –

at that moment, Annan had many hallucinations.

It’s like hearing someone whispering words that I don’t understand behind me, and there is a rustling voice in my ear; it’s

like seeing a stranger looking at me silently in a dusty space, There was

a sudden chill in the bottom of my heart;

it seemed that there were many people around him who were smoking continuously, which filled the air with so much smoke that he could not even open his eyes, making Annan feel that his throat was too dry to breathe, and he kept choking:

“Cough , Cough-”

… this is, what is it?

In Annan’s eyes, the figures of Paper Ji and Alexander suddenly began to blur.

With Annan’s choking cough, a lot of smoke, a lot of dust, and a lot of haze constantly appeared around him.

They were large enough to cover the air around Annan, and everything around him turned grey.

At this time, Annan had already realized that he should have triggered a certain condition and then fell into a hallucination somewhere.

At the moment when the surrounding smoke and dust dissipated, An Nanli peeped into the fog.

A few fragments of memory flashed before his eyes:

a white-haired woman who looked somewhat similar to Zhi Ji, only taller and taller, with a majestic face and a stern and stern temperament, appeared in front of Annan:

“——Annan. Anna.”

She uttered the dragon language in her mouth, her voice low and complicated: “Is this the name you gave yourself?

“I agreed.

where your father is, I will speak for you.

”

Following, is the second memory:

“–your luck is not bad.

”

She looks about twelve or thirteen years old, the blonde girl is playing dice, her eyes are smiling like a crescent moon: “At least this year…”

“…Next year? Uh…you don’t have next year to talk about.

”

” ——I am already the eighth light, and you will be the seventh light.”

The sixteen-year-old boy in a white robe with white hair and white skin shone with colorful rainbow lights, with a gentle smile and a clear voice: “Tianche, don’t Let’s wait too long.”

“- Frostborn.”

The black-haired blacksmith with kinky muscles and upper body repaired the scars, and every scar was shining like lava, and at a glance he could tell that he was a man who was not good at words. .

He looked at the blueprint in his hand and frowned: “It’s weird. Frostborn are looking for something new. Can your heart still freeze?

” That’s all.

It’s called an internal combustion engine, right?

Not the heat of transpiration, but the fire of an explosion.

I remember.

Nice idea.

let me try.

”

–nice story.

You call it Hamlet, right?

The

arrogant old man with an aquiline nose and deep eyes put down the manuscript, tapped the handrail rhythmically with one hand, and looked over with a half-smile: “But it shouldn’t be written by you.

I can tell that these stories do not belong to you.

“Don’t repeat other people’s stories, child. You might as well tell me about your life in another world…that’s your own story.” ”

—I

feel it.”

, the beautiful woman in the thick and simple blood-colored pope’s robe showed a compassionate, demonic, and maternal gentle smile, holding a blood-filled gold cup in both hands, placing it in front of her lower abdomen.

And she knelt down in front of Annan at the moment, and asked Annan to rest her head on her chest and look straight down at the blood in the Holy Grail in front of her belly.

She lowered her eyes tenderly, touched Annan’s neck with her warm neck, and whispered in a dreamy voice: “What you long for is flawless light. You long for the fire of justice.

“You will take light as your blood, and fire as your heart…the pillar of the heavenly carriage.”

Under the woman, the long hair and robes that touched the ground turned into dark red bloodstains.

Behind her dragged a carpet of blood from the other side straight to here.

“—Is this your choice, Annan?”

The immature girl with silver hair and purple eyes and a beautiful face, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked over worriedly: “The road of justice? You don’t need to listen to the woman holding the cup. ”

The

‘Heart of Justice’ is the most critical of holy bones.

IMHO, it certainly doesn’t look good on your character… why don’t you try ‘perseverance’ or ‘patience’?

“The

girl is sitting in the arms of a black-haired woman four or five years older than she looks. The black-haired woman’s eyes are wrapped in black cloth belts, but her arms are tightly wrapped around the silver-haired girl, letting her sit On his lap, his lips were tightly closed and he didn’t say a word.

But somehow, Annan always felt that she was saying something silently.

But when Annan tried to listen, he suddenly realized that this was just a Dream.

Immediately afterwards, Annan vaguely heard a voice.

“…Annan?

Annan?

He heard Zhi Ji ‘s

anxious cry.

He suddenly woke up from his dream.

At this time, Annan realized that he was lying on the table, and Zhi Ji was concerned and nervous, and hugged Annan from behind. Her

shoulders, and put a hand on Annan’s forehead.

She felt that Annan woke up at the first time, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

“…What’s the matter with you?

Zhi Ji helped Annan to sit up and asked Annan, ”

You have triggered some kind of ritual… I saw traces of Ms. Silent, so I didn’t dare to interrupt.”

”

Uninterrupted is…that’s right…that’s right…”

Annan felt a little hoarse in his voice.

The more he talked, the more he felt that he couldn’t speak.

He opened his mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

At this time, Zhi Ji suddenly reacted.

“Wait, I understand… Annan, don’t be in a hurry to speak.”

She comforted Annan a little, patted Annan’s back while looking at Alexander and asked; “Is there a glass container? Pure glass , a water glass will do, and an ashtray will do. It’s better to make it bigger.”

“Ah…wait.”

Alexander nodded, turned and walked into the back room.

This man with a ferocious face but a sense of security, quickly took out a fish tank with some water droplets remaining from the house.

I don’t know where the fish in it went.

“Does it need to be cleaned? Is this big enough?”

he asked Zhi Ji.

Zhi Ji shook her head, looking at the fish tank with a little hesitation: “It’s a little too big…but that’s fine.”

She put the fish tank on the table, asked Annan to stand up, put her hand on the fish tank, and put her wrist on the sunbeam Down.

“Remember not to speak for a while, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com I won’t let you speak, so don’t say a word.”

After warning Annan, Zhi Ji stroked Annan’s slender white wrist with her fingernails, and at the same time He recited in a low voice: “Silent things come to this urn… The blood of forgetting comes to this urn.”

Blood spurted out of Annan’s wrist instantly.

But it wasn’t red blood, but it wasn’t dark red either.

It was a gray-black paste as thick as ink.

As soon as it appeared, it was like escaping from the sun, flowing quickly over the skin and falling down from the fingertips.

It left no trace on Annan’s skin or even discolored his skin.

Looking at this thing, Annan immediately thought of the filling of black sesame dumplings, and then thought of the prepared black sesame paste…

“This is ‘Silent Ointment’.”

Zhi Ji explained to the curious Annan: “It Also known as ‘Blood of Oblivion’, it is a high-level curse material.”