The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 205: Saint in Green

The door of the room where Annan had been imprisoned for more than three weeks finally opened at this moment.

Annan looked at the bright red and sticky moonlight outside the door, shining through the door that opened on its own.

For a moment, Annan felt like he was in another world.

At the next moment, the main task panel that was almost a month late finally popped up in front of Annan:

[Main mission: choice]

[Reduce the number of Purifiers to "one person"]

【Meet ████】

【Until dawn】

"...Should we wait until dawn?"

Annan murmured in a low voice and walked out along the door.

He didn't pay much attention to and analyze this main task.

Now that we know that this nightmare itself is full of malice towards me... then there might be some kind of trap hidden in this main mission.

At least that's what Annan thinks now.

——He decided to explore this nightmare by himself first.

If he really encounters some critical information that forces him to review his main mission... then by then, Annan will definitely not drown in his old thinking.

Perhaps it is because he has been imprisoned for too long. The moment Annan left this "prison", he felt a little uncomfortable.

How to describe that feeling...

It's like staying in a stuffy room with a broken air conditioner for a long time. The body has adapted to the hot and humid feeling. When I went out at night, I felt the slightly warm natural wind blowing on my body, and I could actually feel a bit of coolness penetrating into it, and I could even feel a strange touch coming from the surface of my skin.

...Annan made a judgment immediately.

If he guessed correctly, there is actually a world in this world. But before Annan left this "initial space", time was completely stagnant.

So even though Annan stayed in it for a long time, Annan, who had already reached the stage of youth, did not grow a beard. Even his clothes were not dirty or wrinkled, and his hair was not messy in the slightest.

After all, even if Annan obtains a golden body, it is impossible to stop normal and healthy "growth functions" such as growing beards. Just like Ingrid couldn't prevent herself from getting pregnant.

If you want to eradicate this level of "instinct", you must use rituals to carry out targeted pruning.

Unless you stop being a human being completely.

It was only after Annan left the house that he realized... that the location he was in was not in the wild.

But in a busy city.

——In other words, Annan judged from the surrounding wreckage that it should have been in a busy city.

In the middle of the night, everything was completely silent.

Only the **** full moon, which seemed to be dripping with blood, stared at Annan, with a black star hanging high in the night sky around the blood moon.

Annan looked up.

The red moon was so red that it looked like a bleeding eyeball cut by a knife.

Just looking at the blood moon made Annan feel a strange and uncontrollable obsession.

In a daze, Annan seemed to see a mark engraved deep in the blood moon. It looks like a tangled, spiraling, twisting, flickering mass of yellow tentacles.

When Annan came to his senses again, he seemed to hear a low singing voice coming from deep in the air.

——That seems to be a French song. Judging from the rhythm and length, Annan thought it should be a kind of opera.

This song is flowing on the street corner, as if the song has legs and can move.

He followed the song and walked over.

But the crimson mist blocked Annan's vision and his perception attributes.

Someone seemed to be walking faintly on the street. But Annan wasn't sure it was really a human.

He could clearly see figures one after another passing by in the increasingly thick blood mist. But the paradox was that Annan did not hear their footsteps, but instead heard a sticky and wet sound.

That sound even reminded Annan of the lubricant applied to the skin.

Even though he was so uneasy, the familiar architectural styles around him still gave Annan a strange sense of nostalgia——

He subconsciously walked in the direction where the singing was coming from.

As Annan gradually walked in that direction, he seemed to be lost in the blood mist, and Annan's sense of direction was gradually lost... The singing gradually became louder and clearer.

But the strange thing is that Annan was not injured by the blood mist.

On the contrary, a strange desire gradually emerged in his heart.

That is not hunger, nor is it thirst.

But something comes from deep in the soul...

"...Huh?"

I don’t know how long they passed, but Annan raised his head and suddenly let out a light sigh.

Because he really knew the building in front of him!

He finally knew why he had a strange feeling of familiarity just now.

It's not that Annan has ever traveled or lived here...but because he has played Assassin's Creed.

——The building in front of you is Notre Dame de Paris!

"...No wonder this street always feels so familiar to me."

Annan murmured in a low voice.

Is this Earth?

But it doesn’t look like it.

After learning of a certain conjecture - that is, all the worlds are actually some kind of mirror version of the earth, Annan was not sure whether this dream corresponded to France in a certain era.

There is only one thing that Annan can confirm is absolutely problematic.

That is, it is too dark and too quiet inside Notre Dame de Paris.

There were many people on the street. Although I never heard any conversation, it was obviously not late at night. At this time, Notre Dame de Paris should not be completely dark.

Or to put it another way - even if the venue is over, the door should be closed. Instead of such a dark open door.

Just when Annan stopped at the door and thought.

But he saw a rubber ball bouncing slowly from inside, rolling out, and stopping safely in front of Annan.

Annan silently picked up the ball.

His perception was suppressed by the blood mist, and at this distance, Annan was still able to confirm that this was indeed a ball... and not something hiding explosives.

...Does this mean you want me to come in?

Annan thought about it and decided to go in.

There was indeed no one inside Notre Dame de Paris, but the blood mist had dissipated. This made Annan at least feel that his vision had become clearer.

In a pile of tightly closed doors, Annan once again saw the same traces of yellow twisting marks that appeared in his hallucination, painted on the doors.

Annan always felt that this mark looked familiar, but it seemed to be too ancient knowledge, and Annan couldn't remember it for a while.

He walked into the room.

He heard the source of the singing.

It came from a tape recorder - strangely, now Annan can hear the roughness of the singing voice that is unique to damaged sound quality. But when he was outside before, it felt like someone was walking and singing on the street.

One sleeve reached over and he turned off the tape recorder with his palm.

That was a man wearing a shimmering green robe. ~IndoMTL.com~ Probably men.

He - or rather, the divine brilliance never ceases to shine on Him, and Annan can see its overwhelming sense of holiness with just one glance. This made Annan calm down and become alert and polite.

"I have no intention of staying here..."

As Annan spoke, he leaned over and asked politely: "Excuse me, how can I leave from here?"

The man opposite did not answer Annan's question.

The shadow covered most of the man's face, revealing only two emerald-like eyes without pupils.

This eye reminded Annan of his own "angel's left eye."

What a coincidence, Annan's left eye also looks like this.

And in the middle of His forehead is a very beautiful emerald gem. It was shining like the man's third eye.

The man just pointed at the seat opposite him and motioned for Annan to sit down.

Annan easily understood what the other party meant and did not take a resistive attitude.

I don’t know why.

Annan just feels that the other party will not hurt him...

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