The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 938

[Chapter 459 The Great Curse: Black Mammoni (2 in 1)]

Hearing Vladimir’s words, Annan narrowed his eyes.

He was silent for a while, but suddenly a humble and gentle smile appeared.

“I have no other means…”

Not only was there no fear, but also no tension on his face.

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, released his own photochemical transformation, and returned to his human appearance.

“—Is that really the case?”

Annan showed a playful smile, and even loosened his hand holding Sanzhi Siren.

Seeing Annan’s reaction, Vladimir froze in his heart.

He knew that Annan was not the kind of person who bluffed to pointlessly delay time.

It must have been something he overlooked.

Vladimir quickly rethought the entire plan in his mind, confirming that he should have no omissions.

He vaguely felt that something wasn’t right… but he couldn’t realize what was wrong.

“You want to force me to use the three sirens.”

Annan said leisurely: “Since you know the abilities of the three sirens, and you can say the name ‘Crazy Heart’, it means that you are not from the cold winter. The information I obtained while I was there.

“—Because the three Sirens in the hands of the Grand Dukes of Winter did not have this ability.

”

And the most important thing is.

In fact, the real name of this ability is “Blood of Madness”. Although it is very similar, it is still wrong after all. As an

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Vladimir mispronounced its name, but he didn’t show any hesitation. So he probably didn’t know the three sirens directly, but got some information from other people.

“If I guess Yes, you should have found relevant clues from an elf ruin.

“The psychic manipulation ability of ‘Crazy Heart’ can be used three times, but after the third use, the white woman will be unsealed due to the weakening of the sealing power. After the white woman is re-sealed, the number of uses can be filled up.

” The first half of the paragraph was information from Chiron.

The latter sentence is Annan’s own speculation… But he felt that this speculation should not be wrong.

Because the ability of Mad Blood is too easy to use, it is impossible for the Elf Emperor to not use it once.

When the empire disintegrated, the white woman did appear in a flash.

Not long ago, when Annan got the Three Sirens, the number of [Blood of Madness] had been refilled.

“In other words, the elf emperor must have used this ability to control someone – such a useful ability, it is impossible to leave it unused. Since this is the case, there are also elves, so how can you fight this ability… Maybe you got a rebound from it. The technology for this ability, maybe not.

“Then there are only two possibilities.

Annan said leisurely: ”

You have either acquired the ability to fight the [Three Sirens], and hope to rewrite my mind through my own power.

“Either, you don’t know how to fight against the three sirens. But you don’t want me to use this ability, so you bluff and want to seal my ability.”

Speaking of this, Annan narrowed his eyes slightly like a cat. He lowered his head suddenly and bit Vladimir’s hand in one bite.

Vladimir’s mouth was immediately bitten and bleeding.

But Vladimir did not attack Annan because of the pain.

He silently retracted his hand, looked deeply at the fresh scar on his hand, and said nothing as if he was thinking about something.

“Of course, the two choices you gave me – I won’t choose either.”

Annan said calmly: “You always see through fate and learn about the ‘original trajectory of fate’, but you still ignore some In other words, you didn’t think about that possibility in the first place.”

He gripped the three sirens tightly.

“The tragic writer…?”

Vladimir murmured.

Annan chuckled: “Yes – this was originally a murder, but also a conspiracy. In any case, this is the domain of tragic writers, and you can’t ignore this obvious point.

“Then, only One is possible.

“—the tragic writer is assisting you. Or, you think he is assisting you… Or, ‘one of the tragic writers’ is assisting you.”

“One of the…”

Vladimir repeated this noun.

“Sophocles – it’s you.”

Annan said calmly: “Why did Vladimir talk about so many gods, but he didn’t mention you?

“I’m afraid it’s because his actions were determined by you. Instructed.

”

“Oh, then you misunderstood me.

A

malicious voice sounded in a low voice: “How can this be called an order…” The

voice can be heard, and it is undoubtedly the same person as the “Meranbos” that Annan saw in the mirror before, but he His

voice line was completely different.

His right hand was placed on Vladimir’s right shoulder. It appeared without warning and silently.

He was not like Melanbos, who was neatly combed back into a large shape. He

has a black suit on his back, wearing a formal suit similar to that of a black suit.

Instead, he wears a white toga robe that is very similar to Professor Gray’s… a white toga robe with some purple decorations. His big hands, like those of a basketball player, are casually pinched with one hand. He is wearing a booklet. And his hair is also messy and loose, emphasizing a very natural state.

It is different from the state of Melanbos, because the Toga robes reveal more body parts, which can be seen from him. To his well-defined muscles.

His whole person looks like a perfect sculpture has come to life.

“—this is love.

”

Sophocles made a low voice so confident.

He raised the booklet in his hand with one hand, reciting affectionately, as if immersed in it, with a very magnetic and vibrato voice that made him sound like a poet: “I sing only for my own ears. , I only listen to songs that make me happy. My tongue speaks strong words only for myself. My hands doodle and toil only for myself, and my feet are like wild horses, roaming the field at my own will. Sex Run –

“But only my eyes – my eyes are not mine.

“What I see in my eyes is not my own world. It is the light in everyone’s eyes…

“Therefore I conclude!

I am not a man, and I am not the light, I am the one who sees the light, the one who sees the heavenly chariot!

”

—that’s the verse in “Praise the Name of the Crane”.

Sophocles left Vladimir’s shoulder with his right hand.

“The Crane—”

He bowed to Annan, respectfully. Yili: “I praise the skycar.

”

But because the gesture was too respectful, it seemed a bit yin and yang.

At this time, Vladimir finally raised his head and looked deeply at Sophocles.

The sudden appearance of Sophocles was obviously not in him .

within his control.

Although Annan is still not out of his control… but Vladimir has vaguely sensed that something is wrong. ——Why don’t

you attack directly and kill Annan first?

This thought came to him. .

But he immediately overturned the idea again. No way

.

Sophocles suddenly appeared here, he couldn’t just come to watch the play at close range.

He could indeed attack Annan without him noticing – after all, Annan He is just a powerful silver-level superhuman. But it is impossible to attack Annan without Sophocles noticing.

Because Sophocles is the god of murder.

Before he figured out what Sophocles was trying to do when he suddenly appeared here… Vladimir didn’t plan to take it lightly.

He believed that Annan must not have guessed that Sophocles would suddenly come and muddy the water.

At such times, they are fair and equal.

Although I don’t know what Sophocles is doing here.

But Annan knew Sophocles better than Vladimir.

——It is possible that Sophocles made a special trip to watch the play.

And it’s entirely possible…

Although Annan doesn’t want to admit it, he is indeed a half-pope of tragic writers today.

And if reversed from the results.

Since the tragic writer thinks there will be drama…

Annan’s mouth slightly rises.

He has a bottom line in his heart.

“—Besides that, Vladimir.”

Annan took his eyes off Sophocles, looked back at Vladimir, and announced softly, “You have overlooked one more thing

. Answered one of your questions.

You ask me, why is it not you who was changed by me?

I said…

“—because you betrayed me.”

His voice gradually grew louder: “And this—”

“It’s your sin.”

A clear and soft voice sounded behind Annan.

Only a barefoot girl with a broken shackle on her left foot quietly appeared behind Annan.

She was wearing a light white short skirt without any decoration, her right leg was wearing long boots, she was wearing pure white stockings, and her arms were wearing long white gloves.

He wears a silver princess crown similar to thorns on his head, his left eye is closed, and his right eye is a gentle emerald green.

She held a heavy codex in her hands, and her expression was serious.

“I’m looking.”

“I’ve been watching you, betrayer,” she pronounced.

“You can’t hurt Annan in the slightest before my eyes.

——The God of Rebellion, the Forgiver of Sins.

The

Judge of all those who betray the pure and righteous, the leader of the rebellion against the dark and depraved way.

The god saved by Annan himself. The

barren and withered world, full of emerald green The living world, the dividing line between Annan and Vladimir, is symmetrical like a mirror image.

Each holding a cane or a scepter, with light or black mist emitting from their bodies, Annan and Vla staring at each other. Kimir. The pardoner

and the tragic poet standing behind them, holding or holding a book, with a serious expression or a smile.

As if the world was divided in two.

A miraculous mirror image.

“… …a new god made by you.

”

Vladimir took a deep breath, his expression became even heavier: “I did ignore her.

“Or, before my plan was almost completed, she didn’t exist in this world.”

Not to mention when he betrayed him back then.

Because it’s been too long, because it’s too self-righteous.

It made him forget… that he was once a betrayal.

In other words, he still has a past of serving others.

“The existence of gods transcends the first history.”

Annan said calmly and gently: “Therefore, it can be said that this is your destiny. When you choose to be a betrayal, everything is already doomed.

“Your failure is your failure in the first place – when you are just beginning to rebel against fate.

”

“What are you talking about?”

Vladimir interrupted Annan: “I haven’t failed yet, Your Majesty

.

”

“Do you want Sophocles to stand up for you?”

Annan’s mouth rose slightly: “The final trial of the betrayal is right in front of you. Or… do you want to abandon the dark and cast the light?

“But can you show it?

Can atone for all the sins you have committed?

”

Faced with sinners, the authority of the God of Rebellion is absolute.

The divine ability to detect, stop, and punish betrayers… makes Vladimir, who is a betrayer, unable to escape.

Annan is the one who was betrayed by him.

Everything seems to be destined.

Or, it is precisely because of the existence of Annan that there is such a “destiny”.

“Of course not.

”

Vladimir took a deep breath: “I certainly wouldn’t pin my hopes on the stupidity of others.

Now that I can prepare everything and have the initiative in my hands… then of course I am also ready for another path.

“—That’s not a happy path. I won’t have any good results, but even so…

“…At least, even if the gods are standing in front of my eyes, they can’t stop me.

”

He said, turning his right hand slightly, as if he was holding something.

The Pardoner is a very young new god.

She was born less than two months ago, and she doesn’t understand many things.

But she also instinctively ‘s sensed something was wrong——

[Sentence]

She opened her mouth and read out the words.

[Decapitation]

It was not any mortal words, and it was not even certain whether there was a sound.

It was the most advanced “decree”.

A command to the whole world.

There is no sword or sword, and I can’t see any attacking movements from her.

Vladimir’s head suddenly rolled from him.

There is no doubt that he is dead.

The pardoner’s sentence is absolute.

When she chose not to forgive

her sins, when the words of forgiveness were silent.

The vitality of the betrayal will be wiped out immediately.

–but.

Vladimir’s eyes did not close.

That’s not dead rest.

His mouth was still talking.

“I also thought about it, I got it… Does it mean that among the countless fates in the future, I will have one day to use it. It is true now that I think about it.

“It’s like the beginning of the opera, the shotgun that appeared. , will be fired in the epilogue.

I also have no turning back.

“If this is my fate – then at least let me defeat the sky train.”

His head rolled to the ground, so he kept narrating.

“Can’t even death stop him…”

Annan murmured.

Vladimir said calmly: “That’s right.

“The power of a great-level curse is somewhat higher than that of a god.

It cannot be used to fight against gods, nor can it give the holder the power to defeat gods.

“—However, its existence allows people to defeat God.”

He said so, raising his right hand.

A black Rubik’s cube spins.

“Great-level curse… Heimameni.”