The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 935

[Chapter 456 [Fate]]

As the Sublime Fake emerged.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed – if it was expressed in a comic-like manner, now Annan only has white lines left.

Everything around turned to a cloudy gray-black.

resentment.

fear.

despair.

curse.

cry.

weep with grief.

At the moment of being submerged by the rapidly expanding gray-black domain, many noisy whispers appeared in Annan’s ears at the same time.

Just like those complicated feelings, they all reflected in Annan’s heart.

But –

can’t hear it.

Completely inaudible.

Because there are too many voices, they are too mixed… Every voice tried their best to express something, but Annan couldn’t hear anything.

The next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.

The surrounding gray-black world shattered silently and suddenly.

But that was not smashed by Annan’s power… but was actively terminated.

Only then did Annan realize that he had been covered with bone-deep scars at some point.

His fluorescent blood soaked his body in the blink of an eye, directly dyeing the white robe he had just acquired red.

It was like being penetrated by a sharp blade.

Although the shape of the wound is very similar, it is not a “stab wound”.

– but “cracked”.

Even if Annan has been transformed into light, ordinary blades can’t hurt Annan at all… But these wounds still appeared on Annan’s body,

and the white robe on his body was not even torn or cut.

It’s like a tattoo sticker soaked in water, and the pattern on it is transferred to the skin.

These wounds appeared on Annan out of thin air and caused huge injuries directly to Annan.

[Health: 65%]

Just a random blow from the start, it easily took away one-third of Annan’s life.

This is even considered to be merciful…

Otherwise, he only needs to target Annan’s heart, brain or the light wings behind him to attack – this is Annan’s weakness today.

Annan clenched Sanzhi Siren with an ugly expression and took a step back.

The three steps in front of him were all wrapped up in the gray-black domain.

Plants become rotten and dry, and the sun dims.

Fragments like pure black catkins floated in the air.

Plants withered like ghosts, ferocious like demons in the gloomy and gray field, and the air is full of despair.

…is this really … the Suffering Element?

Annan was a little suspicious for a while.

He also saw the suffering saint.

Although they were all attacks using “own wounds” as the medium… But the sublime fake body of Vladimir the Winter Defender reminded Annan of the god of memories and despair named “Grey Carpenter”.

Annan did not use magic to heal himself.

After actinization, the light from the blood leaching out of those wounds became brighter—not the wriggling granulation, but the light that stuck to the body.

His health was rising at a palpable rate.

However, Vladimir, who had just attacked without hesitation, did not continue to pursue the element field and pursue it.

Instead, as in the beginning, he held his cane and stood there calmly, looking at Annan calmly.

“Why—”

Annan asked in a low voice.

He didn’t ask anything specific, just expressed his doubts.

Because he didn’t understand too much.

From the very beginning, when Annan learned of Vladimir’s existence… he felt that this person was full of fog.

Why did he defect – this question, Annan has already got the answer.

but……

How the hell did he know about the worm?

Why does he have to go looking for worms?

What is his image of worshipping the worm?

At the Grand Duke’s Mansion, he clearly had an advantage, why did he suddenly escape?

And why is it now that he rushed out and dragged Annan to the wilderness, and launched an attack without saying a word?

After he used the power of his own elements to easily injure Annan, why did he stop in place and not pursue him?

——Only Vladimir’s behavior pattern, Annan could not understand.

He was like a lunatic, unpredictable.

…Maybe he’s really a lunatic too.

“Why?”

Hearing Annan’s question, Vladimir chuckled softly: “Your Majesty, not everything in this world has to have a reason.

“If you insist… I think you must know. That sentence.

“—Fate is the rut of the sky.”

“…I have heard this sentence.”

Annan asked quietly: “But, what do you want to express?

“We are the only ones here.

What do you want to say… it can be said here.

”

Suddenly attacking himself, but he didn’t chase after him when he was healing…

Is this the hope that Annan would not interrupt the next topic?

Then listen to him, it’s okay. After talking for

a while, all the injuries on his body will be healed. No

matter what Vladimir wants to do, in short, make sure that he is at his peak… It is definitely better than forcibly fighting the opponent when he is not healthy.

“I have been thinking about this since a long time ago. .

In the

mouth of Vladimir the Winter Rebel, a low and cold voice sounded: “Fate… what is it?”

”

But what surprised Annan was that his voice gradually began to become younger… just like the face of the Winter Defender at the moment.

His moonstone-like gradually light blue pupils did not change in the slightest with his tall and straight back.

But on his face… that face covered with centipede-like scars, is gradually getting younger.

The scars on his face were all scars that appeared after he left Annan.

As they faded, the sunken flesh on his face filled with flesh, and the parched skin came back to life.

And the surrounding world has become even more desolate.

Sixty or seventy years old, forty or fifty years old, thirty or forty years old…

In the end, Vladimir’s appearance stayed in his early thirties.

– Rejuvenation.

“Fate.” A

low and rhythmic voice sounded.

That is the voice that reminds people of the man who is particularly fond of blue-eyed white dragons.

The old man exuding a rotten breath from his body, Vladimir, who is gradually younger to thirty years old, opened his jewel-like pupils and stared at Annan, as if he was sneering: “Who made the rules, there will be things that cannot be changed. fate?

“I never believe in fate.

If destiny really exists, it should never be only the sky train that can change the established destiny.

“Because if this is the case – then as long as I control the crane and let the crane change my destiny, doesn’t it mean that I have changed my destiny with my own hands?”

Annan was silent.

He didn’t know what to say.

He always felt that Vladimir’s words were not finished.

“Humph.”

Vladimir, who became young again, showed a cold smile: “Since the beginning of your birth, you, your majesty, who was expected by the gods to become a god, must not understand.

“In the year when you were three years old, Your Majesty… an old ceremonial teacher who was captured by me, known for his foreknowledge of fate, once performed a divination for me.

“He said… I will make winter change .

Be strong, and I will kill the young master I once served.

And… I will eventually become the nourishment of the sky truck.

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Vladimir said calmly: “Of course, I am not afraid of death.

“Because death is death, and everyone dies, including me. I don’t care why I die or what my death brings.

“That’s what happens after I die.

I have closed my eyes, ignorant.

What my death has brought and what has been buried is nothing but something to comfort me, my relatives and friends, whose sanity will be dissipated.

”

The meaning of death – it’s just a foolish and illusory thing.

The Winter Defender sneered: “But it’s a coincidence that I have no relatives and no friends.

I don’t care about that myself.

“What I’m curious about…he doesn’t live to that point in the future at all, so the ‘destiny’ he encounters has nothing to do with the principles of prophetic magic. How on earth did he see my — destiny?

” So I tortured him .

Without knowing me or knowing me, he explained my fate line so far.

To my horror, it all matched my experience very well.

“I asked him to predict other people, and the results were just as accurate. Whether it’s the past, or the future… it seems to be traceable.

“Then, I think – the life I have experienced so far, the Has everything that happened in the future been predetermined?

Is there some great spell that has already written my life from birth to death?

“—Even the moment when I had doubts, was already set?”