The Righteous Player(s)

At the beginning of the screen, Philip was holding a handful of barbecue with his hands and chewing happily.

"I promise that I will not leave any offspring. After I die, I will pass on the throne to Kafni. If your Majesty wants to take off my head, I can give you this opportunity... as long as you give me ten years. Time is fine."

　　 There was a sincere and respectful smile on Philip's face.

　　 "...You are an escape."

　　Annan did not appear on the screen.

　　 But his voice sounded extremely softly in Shisanxiang's ears, and even made him feel a little itching.

　　 "Your Majesty, I live for myself."

　　 Philip said very clearly: "Even if I run away, I will lift my head up and run away without hesitation--"

　　 Then, the screen suddenly changed.

　　 "His Royal Highness Philip... was assassinated last night."

　　 In front of Annan, a man with his head down said slowly in a trembling voice.

　　 Behind Annan, Victor narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　Annan clenched the tricolor scepter in his hand.

　　 "——he can't die."

　　 Annan’s calm and indifferent voice sounded outside the painting: "It is even more unlikely that you will commit suicide."

　　 And the picture shows Annan looking down at the palace, watching people outside who know nothing about it walking around like ants.

　　Annan's voice faintly sounded: "Someone wants to murder him."

　　 Immediately afterwards, a calm voice that Shisanxiang had never heard before, rumbling from around:

　　 "Nicholas II hopes to use Philip as a material to activate his possibility as a ‘crane’..."

　　 At the same time the sound rang, Shisanxiang saw a young man with white hair and green eyes appearing in the same place as the soul of Bernardino, the spiritual monk who had been killed by the players before.

　　 That person should be Nicholas II.

　　 And at this time, the Cheng Ling monk has not received the sage stone... the aura on his body is far less terrifying than when he burned the black tower of Zedi.

　　——He already knew Nicholas II!

"I promise you."

　　 Nicholas II looked at Bernardino and replied in a low voice.

　　 And Bernardino smiled **** ho, showing a terrifying smile.

　　 Through that smile, Thirteen Incense saw the burning Zedi Black Pagoda in a daze.

　　 The crackling sound of burning fire rang like a terrifying auditory hallucination.

　　 After the sound was slightly lowered, the burning Zedi Hei Pagoda turned into a bright candlelight.

　　 Annan moved his perspective from the candlelight to the white and slender hands that Elizabeth placed in front of him, but at the same time there are many calluses, and then slowly pulled up.

　　 Princess Elizabeth solemnly said: "According to our investigation, it was a fallen one who killed Philip...

　　 "——and is a member of the [Nicholas School]."

　　 "Nicholas II?"

　　 Annan's hurried and puzzled voice sounded.

　　 "It's Nicholas II."

　　 Princess Elizabeth replied slowly: "His real name is... Nicholas Flamel."

　　Annan once again cast his eyes on the candle.

　　 As the candlelight became brighter, the voice of "Old Bread" Darryl sounded around him: "If it is really him, you'd better be prepared."

　　 "Cafny said..."

　　 Prince Albert's voice also sounded behind him: "His soul is like a demon."

　　 The next moment, the sound of dripping water suddenly sounded.

　　 The flame was instantly immersed-the picture seemed to be soaked in blood mist and became blurred.

　　 A blood-colored butterfly is dancing lightly... The children's softly chanted nursery rhymes with a sense of horror sounded in their ears.

　　 As the butterfly landed on the corpse of a child with mutilated limbs, Shisanxiang's heart was suddenly startled by his horrified expression of death.

　　 Below him are corpses that have not yet dried up-and the children who are watching him around are caged.

　　 Old people, young people, children... Many corpses are piled together.

　　 That is the "material" that can only be obtained by slaughtering an entire village.

　　 The blood gathered together, like a lake.

　　 The scarlet butterfly danced, leaning over and sucking the blood that has not dried up, like falling cherry blossoms.

　　 Nicholas II was cutting a corpse that was still warm; Philip's head was soaked in a jar and placed in a container.

　　 Nicholas looked along the camera as if he had noticed something.

　　 His emerald green pupils became muddy and indifferent.

　　 As he shook the scalpel in his hand casually, blood splashed-as if covering the lens, blurring the world in front of him.

　　 After another turn of the picture, this blood stain happened to block the body of the "faceless poet". Only the voices of the gods that are extremely oppressive can be heard by the players.

　　 "...This is what is happening now."

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

　　 "Stop him right away? Or wait for the end of his experiment first?"

　　 "Does this still need to be asked?"

　　 Annan responded without hesitation.

　　 The light in his eyes is as bright as before, even if it is bloody, it can't be this light.

　　 "Of course I went to save people!"

　　 "Are you alone?"

　　 Maria’s questioning voice came: "That way you will be isolated and helpless!

　　 "No one knows if he has any helpers—"

　　 "I will never be alone."

　　Annan’s voice came out clearly: "Because someone will walk with me."

　　——Shisanxiang held his breath.

　　 He himself is the host of game information programs.

　　 is extremely sensitive to things like "promotional films".

　　 He almost immediately realized...the new boss has appeared!

　　 When the Kingdom of Noah was about to return to peace, he broke the balance due to his own selfish desires and assassinated Prince Philip-it may even be directly related to the previous tragedy of the black tower of Zedi!

　　 A fallen wizard who was judged by both Kafney and Lao Bread as an "extremely dangerous demon" who slaughtered a village for research...

　　 In fact, there was a moment before.

　　 Shisanxiang is still thinking about-the original purpose was just to rescue dozens of villagers. In order to save dozens of people in such a "trivial matter", calling all the players to play the team... Is it a fuss?

　　 But after hearing Annan's voice, he immediately felt ashamed of his "game consciousness".

　　 Because he reacted—this is not virtual data.

　　 is a living person!

　　 There is no need to fight the demon king in order to "save the world". It was not just bandits and robbers who destroyed a village.

　　 Even if the devil is only going to destroy a village-he can't ignore it because "the number of people saved is too small".

　　 Even if only to save another person!

　　 As long as you see someone needs help with your own eyes, and they can give definite help-it is impossible to ignore it!

　　 has nothing to do with whether he is going with Annan or not.

　　 That is not a "farm" for the benefit of level, experience, equipment, etc.

　　 just-for justice.

　　 A word that is awkward to the floor just by uttering it.

　　 A word he didn't believe long ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The subway was near the station, Shisanxiang opened his eyes again.

　　 He walked out the door quickly... first he walked quickly, then jog, and then ran at full speed.

　　——It's like a childhood dream.

　　 He also dreamed of becoming a Superman or a Kamen Rider... For the innocent, even a passerby, he would fight to the death of the evil.

　　 And now, he finally has this opportunity to realize such a dream.

　　 is not the dream of "suddenly making a fortune" or "living a life without thinking or working hard".

　　 But earlier than that... a more innocent and clearer dream.

　　——I want to be someone’s hero.

　　 is just a hero who never retreats for the sake of a person's life, the justice that scorns adults, and fights to death.

　　 Shisanxiang ran back home at full speed.

　　 He was surprised that he could run so fast and his breath was so steady——

　　 Too late to take a shower and order takeaway.

　　 Instead, he plunged his head on the bed-the soul dived into the river of dreams and flew towards the fog world.

　　While waiting for the link, he instantly had the illusion that he was a Superman and was flying to the location of the incident.

　　 Although the battle here will not really die...

　　 "--but even if I am a one-third of the heroes, I should be fine!"