The Righteous Player(s)

Hearing Vladimir's words, Annan narrowed his eyes.

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

　　 "I have no other means..."

　　 There is not only no fear, but also no tension on his face.

　　 Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and released his own photosynthesis, and regained his appearance as a human being.

"--Is it really?"

　　Annan showed a playful smile, and even the hand holding the siren of the three was loosened a lot.

　　 Seeing Annan's reaction, Vladimir's heart shook instead.

　　 He knows that Annan is not the kind of person who bluffs to delay time meaninglessly. This must be something I have overlooked.

　　 Vladimir quickly re-strokes the entire plan in his mind, confirming that there should be no omissions. He vaguely felt something was wrong... but he still didn't realize what went wrong.

　　 "You want to force me to use the three siren."

　　Annan said leisurely: "Since you know the abilities of the Sirens of the Three and can say the name'Crazy Heart', it means that you are not getting the information from Winter.

　　"——Because the princes of Winter Winter, the Three Sirens in their hands did not have this ability."

　　And the most important thing is.

　　 In fact, the real name of this ability is "Crazy Blood". Although they are very similar, they are still wrong after all.

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　　 Vladimir mispronounced its name, but he did not appear to hesitate. So he probably didn't know the siren of the three directly, but learned some information from other populations.

　　 "If I guessed correctly, you should have found a clue in some elven ruins.

　　 "The mind manipulation ability of'Crazy Heart' can be used three times, but after the third use, the white girl will be unblocked because the sealing power is weakened. After the white girl is sealed again, the number of uses can be filled."

　　 The first half of this passage is intelligence from Chiron. The latter sentence is Annan's own conjecture... but he thinks that this conjecture should not be wrong.

　　Because the power of Crazy Blood is too easy to use, the elf emperor cannot have used it once.

　　 And when the empire disintegrated, the white girl did appear in a flash.

　　 Not long ago, when Annan got the Siren of the Three, the number of [Crazy Blood] was full again.

"In other words, the elf emperor in the past must have used this ability to control someone-such a useful ability, it is impossible to put it away. In this case, there will be elves how to resist this ability... You may have gained a rebound from it. The technology of this ability, maybe not.

　　 "Then there are only two possibilities."

　　 Annan said leisurely: "You have either gained the ability to fight [Sirens of the Three], and hope to use my own power to rewrite my mind.

　　 "Or, you don't know how to fight against the Sirens of Three. But you don't want me to use this ability, so you bluff and hope to seal my ability."

　　 At this point, Annan narrowed his eyes like a cat, suddenly lowered his head, and bit Vladimir's hand in one bite.

　　 Vladimir’s tiger’s mouth was immediately bitten and blood came out.

　　 But Vladimir did not attack Annan because of pain.

　　 He retracted his hand silently, looked deeply at the fresh scars 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: "Always you see through fate and learn about the ‘original development trajectory of fate’, but you still overlooked some things. In other words, you didn’t think about that possibility in the first place."

　　 He clasped the three siren tightly.

　　 "A tragedy writer...?"

　　 Vladimir murmured.

　　 Annan chuckled: "Yes-this was originally a murder, but even a conspiracy. In any case, this is the domain of tragedy writers, and you can't ignore this obvious.

　　 "Then, there is only one possibility.

　　 "——The tragedy writer is assisting you. Or, you think he is assisting you... Or, ‘one of the tragedy writers’ is assisting you.”

"one of them……"

　　Vladimir repeated the term.

　　 "Sophocles--it's you."

　　 Annan said calmly: "Why did Vladimir talk about so many gods, but didn't mention you alone?

　　 "I'm afraid it's because his actions were instigated by you."

　　 "Oh, then you can misunderstand me."

　　 A malicious voice sounded in a low voice: "How can this be called instructing..."

　　 The voice can be heard. It is undoubtedly the same person as the "Morlanbos" that Annan saw in the mirror before, but his voice is completely different.

　　 His right hand rested on Vladimir's right shoulder. In this way, without warning, appeared quietly.

　　 He is not like Molan Boss, neatly combed back into a big back, wearing a formal dress similar to a black suit.

　　 Instead, he wore something very similar to Professor Hui's clothes... a white Toga robe with a little purple ornamentation. His big hand, like a basketball player, casually squeezed a booklet with one hand. And his hair is dangled in a messy manner, emphasizing the extremely natural state.

　　 is different from Moranbos, because Toga's robe reveals more body parts, and you can see clearly defined muscles from his body.

　　 He looks like a perfect sculpture that has come to life.

"--this is Love."

　　 Sophocles made a deep voice so sure.

He raised the booklet in his hand with one hand and chanted affectionately, as if immersed in it, with a very magnetic and trembling voice that made him sound like a poet: "I only sing for my own ears , I only listen to songs that make me happy. My tongue only speaks powerful words for myself. My hands are only for graffiti and work, and my feet are like wild horses. I follow in the wild according to my own wishes. Sex run

　　"But my eyes are the only ones—my eyes don’t belong to me.

　　 "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 human being, nor am I a light, I am a person who sees the light and the person who sees the crane!"

　　—That's the verse in "The Name of the Crane Crane".

　　 Sophocles' right hand left Vladimir's shoulder.

　　 "Crane—"

　　 He bent down at Annan and bowed respectfully: "I praise the crane."

　　 But because that posture was too respectful, it seemed a bit yin and yang.

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

　　 The sudden appearance of Sophocles was obviously not under his control.

　　Although Annan still hasn't escaped his control...but Vladimir has vaguely felt something wrong.

　　——How about a direct attack and kill Annan first?

　　 This thought came to him.

　　 But he immediately overthrew the idea.

　　 Not appropriate.

　　 Sophocles suddenly appeared here, it is impossible to just come to watch the show up close.

　　 He can indeed attack Annan without even noticing him—after all, Annan is just a powerful Silver Rank transcendent. But it is impossible to attack Annan without Sophocles paying attention.

　　Because Sophocles was the **** of murder.

　　 Before figuring out what Sophocles suddenly appeared here, what he was going to do... Vladimir didn't intend to take it lightly.

　　 He believed that Annan must have not guessed that Sophocles would come over suddenly and muddy the water. At this time, they are fair and equal.

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

　　 But Annan knows Sophocles better than Vladimir.

　　—There is a possibility that Sophocles made a special trip to watch the show. And it is completely possible...

　　Although Annan does not want to admit it, he is indeed the half-pope of tragedy writers.

　　 And if the result is reversed.

　　Since the tragedy writer thinks there will be a show...

　　 The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly.

　　 He has a bottom in his heart.

　　 "——Besides, Vladimir."

　　 Annan moved his gaze away from Sophocles, looked back at Vladimir, and declared softly: "You have overlooked one thing.

　　 "I answered one of your questions before. You asked me, why was it not you who changed my destiny? I said...

　　 "——Because you betrayed me."

　　His voice gradually became louder: "And this—"

　　 "It's your sin."

　　 A crisp and soft voice sounded behind Annan.

　　 Only the barefoot girl with her left foot locked with broken shackles quietly appeared behind Annan.

　　 She is wearing a light white short skirt without any decoration, boots on her right leg, pure white stockings, and long white gloves on her arms. He wears a silver princess crown resembling thorns on his head, his left eye is closed tightly, and his right eye is a gentle emerald green.

　　 She held a heavy code in her hands, her expression serious.

"I'm looking."

　　 She pronounced: "I have been looking at you, betrayer.

　　 "In front of my eyes, you never want to hurt Annan a minute."

　　——The **** of resistance, the teacher of forgiving sins.

　　The judge of all those who betray the purity and justice, the leader of the rebellion against the dark and degenerate ways.

　　 The **** who was saved by Annan himself.

　　 The desolate world, and the emerald green and full of vitality, are the dividing line between Annan and Vladimir, symmetrical like a mirror image.

　　 Each holding a cane or a scepter, with light or black mist radiating from their bodies, Annan and Vladimir staring at each other.

　　The guilty pardoner and the tragedy poet standing behind them, holding or holding a book, are serious or smiling.

　　 seems to divide the world into two.

　　 A miraculous mirror image.

　　 "...the new **** created by you."

　　 Vladimir took a deep breath and his expression became heavier: "I did ignore her.

　　 "In other words, before my plan is almost completed, there is no such thing in this world."

　　 Not to mention the time he betrayed.

　　Because it's been too long, because it's too arrogant.

　　 actually made him forget... he used to be a betrayer.

　　 In other words, I still have a past of serving others.

　　 "The existence of gods transcends the first history."

　　 Annan said quietly and gently: "So, it can be said that this is your destiny. When you choose to be a betrayer, everything is doomed.

　　 "Your failure is the failure at the beginning-when you just want to resist your destiny."

"what are you talking about?"

　　Vladimir interrupted Annan: "I haven't failed yet, Your Majesty."

　　 "Do you want Sophocles to stand up for you?"

　　 The corner of Annan’s mouth rose slightly: "The final judgment of the betrayer is right in front of your eyes. Or... Do you want to cast aside the dark?

　　 "Can you get it? Can you pay for all the sins you have committed?"

　　 In the face of sinners, the power of the **** of resistance is absolute.

　　 The magical ability to discover, stop, and punish the betrayer... so that Vladimir, as a betrayer, cannot escape.

　　Annan is the one who was betrayed by him.

　　 Everything seems destined.

　　 In other words, it is precisely because of Annan’s existence that there is such a "destiny".

"of course not."

　　 Vladimir took a deep breath: "Of course I will not pin my hopes on the stupidity of others. Now that I can prepare everything and hold the initiative... Then of course I am also ready for another path.

　　"——That’s not the path to happiness. I won’t have any good results, but even so...

　　 "...At least, even if the gods stand in front of my eyes, they can't stop me."

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

　　The Forgiver is a very young new god.

　　 She was born less than two months ago, and she doesn’t know much about it.

　　 But she also instinctively sensed that it was not good--

　　【Sentencing】

　　 She opened her mouth and said words.

　　【Sentence of Beheading】

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

　　 That is the most advanced "Edict".

　　 Command to the whole world.

　　 There is no sword, light and sword shadow, nor can she see any attacking movements.

　　 Vladimir's head suddenly rolled off his body.

　　 There is no doubt that he is dead.

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　　 The vitality of the betrayer will be immediately annihilated.

　　—But.

　　 Vladimir's eyes did not close.

　　 That's not a dead end.

　　 His mouth is still talking.

　　 "I also thought about it, I got it... Does it mean that in the countless destiny of the future, I will have a day to use it. Now I think it is true.

"　　" is like the beginning of an opera. The shotgun that appeared once will be shot at the end. I have no turning back.

　　 "If this is my destiny-then at least let me defeat the crane."

　　 His head rolled to the ground, narrating so non-stop.

　　 "Even death can't stop him..."

　　 Annan murmured.

　　 Vladimir said quietly, "That's right.

　　"The power of a great-level curse is to some extent higher than that of the gods. It cannot be used to fight against the gods, and it cannot give the holder the power to defeat the gods.

　　"——But its existence can make people defeat God."

　　 He said so, raising his right hand.

　　 A black Rubik's cube is spinning.

　　 "Great-level curse...Black Mameni."