The Righteous Player(s)

As the sublime phantom emerged.

The atmosphere around 　　 suddenly changed-if a comic-like form of expression is used, now Annan even has only white lines left. Everything around turned into turbid gray-black.

　　 resentment. fear. despair.

　　 curse. Crying. weep with grief.

　　 At the moment of being immersed in the rapidly expanding gray-black domain, many noisy whispers appeared in Annan's ears at the same moment. It was as if those complicated feelings were reflected in Annan's heart.

　　But--

　　 can't hear. Completely inaudible.

　　Because there are too many voices and too mixed...Each voice tried its best to express something, but Annan couldn't hear anything.

　　 The next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.

　　 The gray-black world around it suddenly shattered silently.

　　 But that wasn't being crushed by Annan's power... it was being voluntarily terminated.

　　Annan realized that at some point in time, his body was already covered with scars that were deeply visible.

　　 His luminous blood flooded his body in the blink of an eye, dyeing the white robe he had just received.

　　 is like being penetrated by a sharp blade.

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

　　-but "crack".

　　 Even if Annan is already Guanghua, ordinary blades can't hurt Annan... But these wounds still appear on Annan,

　　 The white robe on his body has not even been torn or scratched.

　　 is like a tattoo sticker dipped in water, transferring the pattern on the skin. These wounds appeared on Annan out of thin air, and directly caused huge injuries to Annan.

　　 [Health: 65%]

　　 was just a random blow from the start, and easily took away a third of Annan's life.

　　 This is even the other side's mercy...

　　If not, he only needs to target Annan's heart, brain or the light wings behind him to attack-this is Annan's current weakness.

　　 Annan looked a little ugly and squeezed the siren of the three, taking a step back slightly.

　　 Three steps in front of him, they were all wrapped in a gray-black field.

　　 Plants become decayed and dry, and the sun becomes dim. Fragments like pure black catkins floated in the air.

　　 Plants withered like ghosts, hideous like demons in the gloomy and gloomy realm, and the air is full of desperate emotions.

　　...Is this really... the suffering element?

　　Annan was suspicious for a while.

　　 He has also seen the suffering saints.

　　Although they are all attacks using "own wounds" as the medium... But the noble avatar of Vladimir the Winter Adversary reminds Annan of the **** of memories and despair named "Graysmith".

　　Annan did not use magic to heal herself.

After 　　 actinated, the light from the blood leaching from the wound became brighter—not the squirming granulation, but the light that can bind the body. His health is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 And Vladimir, who had just attacked without hesitation, did not continue to expand the element domain and pursue it.

　　, on the contrary, as it was at the beginning, holding the cane, standing calmly and calmly looking at Annan.

　　 "Why—"

　　 Annan asked in a low voice.

　　 He didn't ask anything specifically, just express his doubts.

　　 Because he was puzzled too much.

　　 From the very beginning, when Annan learned of the existence of Vladimir... I felt that this person was full of mist.

　　Why did he defect? ​​Annan has already got the answer to this question.

　　 But...

　　 How did he understand the worm? Why does he have to look for worms? What did he do to worship the worm?

　　 At the time in the Grand Ducal Mansion, he clearly had the advantage, why did he suddenly escape?

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

　　 After he used his own elemental power to easily cause injuries to Annan, why did he stop there instead of chasing after him?

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

　　 He is like a lunatic, unpredictable.

　　... Maybe he is really a lunatic too.

　　 "Why?"

　　 When Vladimir heard Annan’s question, he chuckled: "Your Majesty, not everything in this world must have a reason.

　　 "What I have to say... I think you must know that sentence.

　　 "——Fate is the rut of a heavenly wheel."

　　 "...I have heard this sentence."

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

　　 "There is only us here. What do you want to say... I can already say here."

　　 suddenly attacked himself, but did not pursue the chase when he was healed...

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

　　 It's okay to listen to him.

　　 Talk for a while, and all his injuries are healed.

　　 No matter what Vladimir wants to do, it is better to make sure that his state is at its peak first... it is definitely better than forcibly fighting the opponent when his state is unhealthy.

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

　　Vladimir the Winter Adversary, a low and cold voice sounded: "What is fate... on earth?"

　　 But what surprised Annan was that his voice gradually became younger...just like the face of the winter adversary at this moment.

　　 His moonstone-like gradual light blue pupils did not change in the slightest from the straight back.

　　 But his face... the centipede-like scars on his face are gradually becoming younger.

　　 The scars on his face were all scars that appeared after leaving Annan. As they faded, the sunken flesh and blood on his face gradually became full, and his dry skin gradually returned to life.

　　 And the world around it has become more deserted.

　　 sixty to seventy, forty to fifty, thirty to forty...

　　 In the end, Vladimir's appearance remained in his early thirties.

　　——Rejuvenate.

　　 "Destiny."

　　 A low and rhythmic voice sounded.

　　 That's the voice that reminds people of that man who especially prefers blue-eyed white dragons.

The decayed old man, who was gradually younger than 30 years old, Vladimir opened his jewel-like pupils and stared at Annan, as if laughing at something: "Who has stipulated that there will be something that cannot be changed. What about his fate?

　　 "I never believe in destiny. If there is a destiny, there should never be a crane 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 the destiny, doesn't it mean that I personally change the destiny?"

　　Annan was silent.

　　 He didn't know what to say.

　　 He always felt that Vladimir hadn't finished speaking.

"Humph."

　　Vladimir, who became young again, showed a cold smile: "From the beginning of your birth, you have been expected by the gods to become your majesty. I think you will not understand.

　　 "In the year your Majesty was three years old... an old ritualist who was arrested by me and known for his destiny, once performed a fortune telling for me.

"He said...I will make Winter stronger, and I will kill the young master I once served. And...I will eventually become the nutrient of the crane~www.wuxiaspot.com~Vladimir is peaceful Saying: "Of course, I am not afraid of death.

　　"Because death is death, everyone will die, and I am no exception. As for why I die, and what my death will bring, I don’t care.

"That happened after I died. I have closed my eyes and I am ignorant. What my death has brought and what has been ruined is only for me, and my relatives and friends, who will dissipate comfort and wisdom. That's it."

　　The meaning of death-it's just a foolish and illusory thing.

　　The Winter Adversary sneered: "But by coincidence, I have no relatives and no friends. I don't care about this myself.

　　 "What I am curious about is... when he will not live in the future at all, so the'destiny' he encountered has nothing to do with the principles of prophetic spells. How did he see me-destiny?

　　"So I tortured him. He told me the line of fate so far without knowing or understanding me. To my surprise, all this fits my experience very well.

　　 "I asked him to predict other people again, and the result was the same accurate. Whether it is the past or the future...it seems to be traceable.

"Then, I thought--Is the life I have experienced so far, from the past to the future, has been set? Is it a great-level curse that has already written me from birth Life to death?

　　 "——Even at the moment when I doubted it, it was already fixed?"