The Righteous Player(s)

The first saint of justice was Sisyphus who was directly related to the fall of the crown wheel master.

And Sisyphus is not a Yaselan-nor is it any of the ancient races such as elves, dragons, and giants. It is a huge cross made up of pale flames...

Long before Sisyphus ascended to the gods, it had already prepared for its own fall. Because for Sisyphus, who is a fire element, the death of an individual is irrelevant, "Fire is originally inherited from generation to generation."

In the same bonfire, even if you add firewood every day to keep the fire burning, but for the fire element, the burning fire has already changed; and the fire drawn from here, if it ignites a bonfire elsewhere , Then there is also a connection between these two different fires.

This is "spreading fire".

Death as an individual is irrelevant, because as long as someone can inherit everything about himself, it is the new "Sisyphus". It's like a fire after adding new firewood. The flame has never been extinguished, but the fire has long been different.

Sisyphus swears in front of the crown wheel master-if one day it will be defeated, it will never die to the ground, it will be broken into the air.

By then, the fires will fall like rain...Of course, it also includes the "fire of justice" as its core.

When someone picks up the fire of justice, they will inherit the position and mission of Sisyphus and embark on this path again.

This source of fire that inherits its desire and power is the earliest "sacred skeleton" in the world-the heart of justice.

Naturally, it cannot be seen after opening the chest cavity, the pulsating flesh with holes, used to pump blood. But a group of extremely restrained temperature, like a colloidal fire.

It is not a sphere, it looks like the slime decompression toy used to pinch.

If it is placed on the ground, it can warm people around, just like sitting by a campfire; it can also illuminate the entire room in the room, and its brightness is better than the daylight on a sunny day; and if you hold it In the hand, it is estimated that the aroma that makes people start to miss the dried barbecue dish will soon be wafting...

But in addition, it cannot be transported by car or bag. Although the sacred skeleton is weak in consciousness and can hardly do anything without a host... but it will at least escape.

Even if you put it in a backpack, it will escape by itself if you don't pay attention.

Because of this, Zhiji chose the safest means of transportation.

——After changing into the form of a giant dragon, she swallowed the heart of justice directly.

After all, Zhiji couldn't keep the dragon's posture and enter the subway...not all gods have the means to move at a super long distance.

In order to prevent the light and heat overflowing from the heart of justice from disturbing the ordinary people around, Zhiji could only turn her body into a package for transporting goods. In this case, she can fully transform into a human form and go to the underground city, find Annan and then vomit her justice.

Anyway, the body of the **** has no digestive function at all, so there is no need to worry about her actually digesting the sacred bones. The essence of the body of the gods is only a projection, in fact, it is similar to the body used by the players.

Moreover, how can the fire not be easily digested...

"……what?"

But before Zhi Ji flew back to the United Kingdom, she shuddered and let out a sound of consternation.

That kind of feeling, it was as if I had made a mistake and Jaweng was staring coldly behind him.

The next moment, Zhi Ji felt the cold snow falling on her body.

It was just a dazzling effort... The world in front of me was suddenly overwhelmed by the snow. Blizzard even completely obscured her sight-although this could not stop a true god, the chill hidden in the Blizzard still made Zhiji aware of something.

She flapped her wings and hovered in mid-air.

Zhi Ji asked in awe in a low voice: "Grandma...is that you?

"——Are you awake?!"

There was some joy in her voice.

No matter what the old grandmother's attitude towards her is...Zhi Ji is a portrait of an old grandmother after all. She always has an admiration for the body of the painting.

"Sally, you don't have to call my grandmother... Forget it, you are free."

A voice similar to that of Zhiji, but more majestic and noble, and a little lazy and hoarse dragon voice when waking up, faintly resounded in the snow: "You came to the winter, yes What to do?"

"I helped Annan get his righteous heart!"

Zhiji replied immediately.

She said, vomiting out the heart of justice.

Now that the old grandmother has woken up, there is no need to worry that it will escape.

"...The Heart of Sisyphus?"

The old grandmother's voice was looming in the blizzard, and she seemed a little surprised: "Annan wants to be the saint of justice? Isn't he the crane of this generation?"

"I speculate that Annan is planning to ascend together with a heart of justice..."

"That's it."

The old grandmother thought for a while and made a low voice: "I slept too hard this time... Although I had a few words with Annan before half asleep and half awake, I can't remember exactly what I said. Obviously the caregiver He should be my duty...I really trouble you."

"No no, no trouble..."

"Since there is nothing wrong with his idea, let him do it."

The old grandmother’s peaceful voice came from the wind: “I’ll first check the situation in the Principality of Winter. I slept for too long, too long... Someone might forget my existence. Although there is an excellent prince like Annan, But it is inevitable that they will bully Annan when he is young.

"After Annan's problem is resolved, let him return to Winter. The miraculous scene of Winter and Spring, it would be a shame if the Grand Duke of Winter had missed it by himself."

"I will tell him."

Zhiji replied respectfully.

After that, Zhi Ji was like a student locked up in the teacher's office...with her tail and her head lowered, she quickly fled here without looking back.

When she flew all the way back to the United Kingdom, took the subway to the Grey Tower and saw Annan again, she exhaled in fear.

While holding Annan in her arms and rubbing Annan’s head, Zhiji murmured: "Your grandmother is so fierce..."

"...Is grandma awake now?"

Annan was a little surprised: "I thought it would be a few days later.

"But... why didn't the old grandmother contact me after she woke up?"

The old grandmother can't drink the milk of forgotten cub and forget about herself, right?

Annan was a little worried for a while.

Zhi Ji chuckled: "No, it's just because you are underground and the old grandmother can't reach you.

"Did you know that when I flew back, I saw that the whole world was snowing—the endless glacier was nothing but snowing even in the United Kingdom and the Holy Land, and even in the living desert.

"You know, it's August! This must be the old grandmother just waking up, ready to collect new information about the world through the snowstorm. The moment the snow fell, the old grandmother knew that you were no longer in the winter."

When Zhi Ji said this, she suddenly stunned and thought: "The rotten man has been hiding in the ground recently. This may be the reason..."

"Well, Lord Zhiji. Give me the heart of justice, the ceremony is ready."

The Greysmith on the side smiled and said, "Annan, you can lie down on the bed first...it's the bed facing the stove.

"After you enter the nightmare, I will cut out your winter heart. Otherwise, you will have to be anesthetized first, which is more procrastinated."

I understand, it's the bed that looks like it's about to be cremated when you lie down.

At least I took a step back now... it turned into a bed that looked like it was going to be dissected after lying down.

Annan complained inwardly.

But he lay on it peacefully and closed his eyes.

The Greysmith held the heart of justice in one hand and chanted in a low voice:

"The heart of justice is selfless and cowardly;

"The fire bearer would rather die than defeat;

"Death and fire continue, people flee from the fire and extinguish;

"The lamb raises his head, there must be a star—"

Following his chanting, the righteous heart that he held in his hand like a glowing slime was suddenly aroused and released a brighter brilliance.

The ripples of light, like the pumping of the heart, spread out from below it circle by circle, making Annan and Zhiji's long hair dance like being blown by the wind.

It hovered in the air and became a sphere. Placed in the center of the ceremony by the Greysmith, a black and red rune chain protruded around, extending to lock it in the center.

And the heart of justice did not struggle, and it floated in the middle safely.

"Next, it's the egg of Mengning... Your Excellency Zhiji, do you want to watch it?"

Greysmith asked Zhiji politely.

Zhi Ji hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "The old grandmother asked me to bring Annan there...I have nothing to do recently, so just stay here."

In fact, what she meant was to help Annan guard.

Although Graysmith is a very qualified ancient god, Zhiji still feels a little uneasy when he completely put Annan's life and death in his hands.

Greysmith didn't care.

He just smiled and said: "It is also my honor to have a beautiful witness like you."

Witness-this statement is quite high emotional intelligence.

But speaking of it, can Zhiji count as Party A...

Annan muttered, closed his eyes, relaxed his mental defenses, and plunged himself into a state of sleep.

He has always been exceptionally good at manipulating his body.

Before Annan crossed, he was able to let himself fall asleep steadily within three minutes, even in a state of headaches such as colds and fevers.

And this may also be one of my own talents...

Annan thought so, and gradually lost consciousness.

This time, he didn't feel a sense of falling like a normal nightmare at the moment he entered the nightmare, but everything around him gradually became silent.

——Boom!

Annan heard the sound of his heartbeat clearly.

The sound was like a drum from outside the sky, pumping every blood vessel in his body. Annan's whole body was shaking for it.

——Boom!

——Boom!

Annan gradually felt that the interval between the two heartbeats was getting longer and longer... and even the beating became more and more "steady". It's like a basketball falling on the ground, each time it bounces lower than each time.

Until the end ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Boom.

After the last beat, Annan never heard his heartbeat again.

While sleeping and waking up, Annan heard the flapping sound of moths.

And the gentle voice of a middle-aged man:

"My story begins when the new sun rises."

An update of more than 3,000 words is here!

I didn't have much condition today. I started writing at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't write two thousand until 1 o'clock in the morning. I thought it was so messy. But because I had said that I was going to have a nightmare today, I wrote more than a thousand words and added a little more work.

It’s three thirty now, the master of work and rest-- (sad)

(End of this chapter)