The Righteous Player(s)

It is completely different from Annan, who was confused about the future when he first met the faceless poet.

　　 Today Annan is confident and calm.

　　 He clearly saw the fate of the past and the future.

　　 They meet at their feet—as the proverb says, fate is the rut of a heavenly wheel.

　　——Only he has no option to retreat.

　　Annan must make a choice. Correspondingly, the world will change for him.

　　 Seeing the bright light in Annan's eyes today, the faceless poet is overwhelmed with joy.

　　 "It's great! It's—well, buddy!"

　　Her voice was raised a little bit again, even the shaking Salvatore's ears rumbling, and the brain was trembling: "I will always look at you!"

　　 "...I had a problem last time."

　　Annan suddenly said, "Why do you call me ‘partner’? Maybe I forgot a very important memory... before us, was it a very good friend?"

　　 "We are not friends. But we are fellow travelers."

　　 The faceless poet said without hesitation: "We came from one place and walked in the same direction-we are not friends, nor close friends, but the relationship is closer than that.

　　 "We are comrades-in-arms, colleagues, partners, accomplices, and accomplices.

　　 "You can always trust me... Annan."

--who are you?

　　Annan was silent for a moment.

　　 He swallowed the words back.

　　 He knows that this question will not be answered. Now that the faceless poet has said this, she will not answer this question further.

　　 seems to be aware of what Annan is thinking.

　　 The corners of the faceless poet's mouth opened wide.

　　 Like a ghost in a cartoon-her mouth splits exaggeratedly, revealing a smile that is closer to horror: "I think, the problem you want to know now... is the position of Nicholas and Philip."

　　 "That's right...Huh?!"

　　Annan just nodded.

　　 He suddenly realized that something had hit his head.

　　 It was a very slight collision.

　　 If you want to describe it, it's like being knocked on your forehead by a ping pong ball. Annan felt that something suddenly appeared in his mind...

　　—That's intelligence.

　　 He quickly realized what it was.

　　Annan focused his attention and saw Nicholas II.

　　 The one with pure white curly hair and emerald-green pupils—Annan inexplicably thought of the pure white sundae on the transparent plastic cup with the apple flavor mirinda.

　　...This is not an association that Annan would have.

　　 Annan reacted quickly.

　　 Is this... the memory of a faceless poet?

　　 Why does the faceless poet have... some kind of appetite for Nicholas II?

　　 As soon as the answer was guessed, Annan was surprised.

　　 But he didn't bother about it too much.

　　 He fixed his eyes and saw a "butterfly" floating in the sky.

　　——Yes, one.

　　 Although it is a very strange description... But the butterfly reminds people of a translucent rose.

　　 is like a glass slide covered with blood.

　　 The extremely beautiful blood-colored butterfly, fluttering across the sky.

　　 But there are no flowers around.

　　——Only fresh, open-air corpses.

　　 There are men and women, children and old people.

　　 The number is at least thirty-all the limbs are incomplete, but they are not brutally cut off, but even anatomized corpses with fat layers and layers of muscles visible.

　　 Those extremely beautiful, crystal-light butterflies, as if they shattered at the touch of a touch, fell on these corpses.

　　 As they sucked blood, the crystal butterfly wings behind them gradually changed from pink to dark red. A symbol similar to "infinity" emerged on the corpse.

　　 And Nicholas II was very serious, took out a very thin transparent leaf that looked like a maple leaf, and pressed it towards a fresh corpse that was still hot.

　　 The skin of the corpse was cut very carefully-Nicholas II was rubbing something out of it.

　　Annan quickly realized what he was doing.

　　——Nicholas II is collecting human nerves.

　　 Combining the corpses with only bones, the corpses with the abdomen opened, and the corpses with the muscle layers carefully separated...Annan suddenly knew what Nicholas II was doing.

　　 He suddenly opened his eyes.

　　 "He is...

　　 "From scratch, create an artificial human?"

　　Annan has not forgotten that in Nicholas II’s memory, all the knowledge about artificial humans has been deleted by the gods.

　　 He is just a thinking body whose memory has been modified.

But he has returned to this path...Without anyone guiding him, and no one misleading him, I don’t know what Nicholas II went crazy. As a result, he returned to "artificial human technology". In the direction!

　　 Moreover, those corpses are fresh.

　　 Although I don’t know where Nicholas II got it... But the time they exist, even with the insurance barrier, is at most three days at most.

　　 And considering that Annan arrived at Noah yesterday.

　　 He may have started this experiment again from yesterday! And now he has even finished sampling... His experiment is progressing extremely fast!

　　 If Annan didn't realize him, he might be able to restore this forbidden technique before Annan left Noah!

　　Annan even saw some trembling children who were still alive in the iron cage!

　　The number is very large, at least more than forty people.

　　 Their eyes were extremely apprehensive and their expressions were extremely helpless.

　　 And Philip's head, even a small part of the spine, floated in a nutrient tank, with his eyes closed without any rituals. And this tank was connected to a larger instrument... and the liquid in that nutrient tank made Annan feel unusually familiar.

　　——The crimson liquid is the liquid sage stone.

　　 Philip and these children seem to be used for another experiment...or, it may be used as an experiment or ritual material.

　　 "This is what is happening now."

　　 The faceless poet said meaningfully: "So, Annan... what would you do?

　　 "Stop him right away? Or... wait for him to finish the experiment first?

　　 "It only takes three days-this technology will be developed by him. And Philip will also die. If you kill him at that time, the benefits will undoubtedly be the greatest."

　　 whispers like a devil.

　　 Although Salvatore didn't see anything on the side, he still looked at Annan for the first time.

　　 He was silent and didn't say anything to influence Annan's decision, but his eyes were a little worried.

　　 And Annan subconsciously tightened the coat belonging to Salvatore, and did not hesitate to speak: "Does this still need to be asked?"

　　 His eyes are as bright as before:

　　"-of course to save people!

　　 "I saw the blood butterfly, he must be in the blood butterfly valley now! The dead cannot be saved, but since I can see that there are children who can be saved, I will definitely be able to save it!"

　　 He said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his hands stretched out into the void.

　　 Annan quickly edited the task-to gather all the players who could be called.

　　——Boss is going to be opened again!

　　 Annan's answer made the faceless poet startled.

　　 She looked at Annan silently and startled as if she had never expected this answer.

　　 As if seeing something through Annan.

　　 "...In that case."

　　 As if awakened from a dream, the faceless poet's voice became quieter and less sharp: "In that case, partner."

　　 She came over and raised her white and young hand: "Come on."

　　 Annan snapped, raised his right hand and patted the faceless poet's raised hand vigorously.

　　 "Nature."

　　 He answered as a matter of course.

　　 The faceless poet took a deep breath, his whole body collapsed and turned into black mud.

　　 That is the body of colloid that can only be described as "colorful black".

　　 "Then...bye...partner..."

　　 is sticky and muddy, as if countless voices are chirping at the same time, and the general noise is sounding from all directions.

　　 The black silt dissipated naturally in all the crevices.

　　 The faceless poet disappeared completely in the basement, as if she had never been in the future.