The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 257: ?Meng Ning’s Egg: The Sun That Never Sets

The first generation of the Saint of Justice was Sisyphus, who was directly related to the fall of the chariot driver in the past.

And Sisyphus is not a Yaseran - nor is he any of the ancient races such as elves, dragons, and giants. It is a huge cross made of pale flames...

Long before Sisyphus ascended to godhood, it had already prepared for its own demise. Because for Sisyphus, who is the element of fire, the death of an individual does not matter. "Fire is originally inherited from generation to generation."

In the same bonfire, even if you add more wood every day to keep the fire burning, for the fire element, the burning fire has already changed; and if the fire drawn from here ignites him There is a bonfire here, so there is also a connection between these two different fires.

This is "passing fire".

The death of an individual does not matter, because as long as someone inherits everything, it is the new "Sisyphus". It's like adding new wood to a fire. The flame never went out, but the fire was no longer the same.

Sisyphus once swore in front of the chariot driver that if one day it will fail, it will never be extinguished on the ground, it will be shattered in the sky.

At that time, all fires fell to the ground like rain...which naturally included the "fire of justice" as its core.

When someone picks up the fire of justice, they will inherit Sisyphus's position and mission and embark on this path again.

This source of fire that inherits its desire and power is the earliest "holy skeleton" in the world - the heart of justice.

It is naturally impossible to see it after cutting open the chest, that piece of flesh with holes for pumping blood and pulsating endlessly. It is a ball of extremely restrained temperature, like a colloid fire.

It is not a sphere, it looks like a squeeze slime toy.

If you place it on the ground, it can warm everyone around you, just like sitting next to a campfire; it can also illuminate the entire room in a room, and its brightness is better than sunlight on a sunny day; and if Holding it in your hand, you will probably soon be able to smell the aroma that makes you miss the barbecue dry dish...

But in addition, it cannot be transported by car or bag. Although the Holy Skeleton has weak consciousness and can do almost nothing without a host...but it can at least escape.

Even if you put it in your backpack, it will escape by itself if you are not careful.

Because of this, Zhiji chose the safest method of transportation.

——After she transformed into the dragon form, she swallowed the Heart of Justice directly.

After all, Paper Princess cannot enter the subway while maintaining her dragon posture... and not all gods have the means to teleport over long distances.

In order to prevent the light and heat overflowing from the Heart of Justice from alarming or injuring the ordinary people around her, Paper Princess could only turn her body into a package for transporting goods. In this case, she can completely transform into a human form and go to the underground city, find Annan, and then spit out her heart of justice.

Anyway, the body of the **** actually has no digestive function at all, so there is no need to worry about her actually digesting the holy bones. The essence of the god's body is just a projection, and it is actually similar to the body used by the players.

Moreover, that ball of fire is not easily digested...

"...Huh?"

But before Zhiji Fei returned to the United Kingdom, she suddenly shuddered and made a sound of surprise.

It felt like I had made some mistake and was being stared at coldly by Ya Weng from behind.

The next moment, Zhi Ji felt the cold snowflakes falling on herself.

It was just a blink of an eye... The world in front of me was suddenly submerged by the heavy snow in the sky. The blizzard even completely obscured her sight - although this could not stop a real god, the chill hidden in the blizzard still made Paper Princess realize something.

She flapped her wings and hovered in mid-air.

Zhi Ji asked in a low voice in awe: "Grandma... is that you?

"——Are you awake?!"

There was a hint of joy in her voice.

No matter what the old grandmother's attitude is towards her...Zhi Ji is after all a portrait of the old grandmother that has become a spirit. She has always had a feeling of admiration for the real person in the painting.

"Sally, you don't have to call me grandma...forget it, it's up to you."

A voice similar to Zhi Ji's, but more majestic and noble, with a hint of the lazy and hoarse dragon voice when just waking up, vaguely sounded in the snow: "You came to Lin Winter, what are you going to do?"

"I'm here to help Annan get his heart of justice!"

Zhi Ji replied immediately.

As she spoke, she spat out her righteous heart.

Now that the old grandmother has woken up, there is no need to worry about her escaping.

"...the heart of Sisyphus?"

The old grandmother's voice loomed in the snowstorm, seeming a little surprised: "Annan wants to become a saint of justice? Isn't he the king of this generation?"

"I speculate that Annan is planning to ascend with a heart of justice..."

"That's it."

The old grandmother thought for a moment and made a low voice: "I slept too deeply this time...Although I chatted with Annan while half asleep and half awake before, I can't remember exactly what I said. . Obviously it should be my duty to take care of him... I'm really troubling you."

"No, no, no trouble..."

"Since there is nothing wrong with his idea, let him do it."

The calm voice of the old grandmother came from the wind: "I will check the situation in the Principality of Winter first. I have been sleeping for too long...it is inevitable that someone will forget my existence. Although there is an outstanding person like Annan. The Grand Duke, but it was inevitable that they would bully Annan because he was young.

"After Annan's problem is solved, let him return to Winter. It would be a pity if the Grand Duke of Winter misses the miraculous scene of winter and spring."

"I'll tell him."

Zhi Ji replied respectfully.

Then, Zhiji was like a student locked up in the teacher's office...with her tail between her legs and her head lowered, she quickly escaped from here without looking back.

When she flew all the way back to the United Kingdom, took the subway to the Gray Tower, and saw Annan again, she exhaled in fear.

Zhi Ji held Annan in her arms and rubbed Annan's head vigorously while murmuring: "Your old grandmother is so fierce..."

"...Is grandma awake now?"

Annan was a little surprised: "I thought it would take a few days.

"But...why didn't grandma contact me after she woke up?"

Wouldn’t the old grandmother forget herself after drinking Wangzai milk?

Annan was a little worried for a while.

Zhi Ji chuckled and said: "No, it's just because you are underground and my grandmother can't contact you.

"You know, when I flew back, I saw it was snowing all over the world - just the Endless Glacier, but it was also snowing in the United Kingdom, the Theocracy, and even in the Living Desert. It’s snowing.

"You know, it's August now! This must be the time when the old grandmother has just woken up and is preparing to collect new information about the world through the snowstorm. The moment the snow falls, the old grandmother knows that you are no longer in the middle of winter. ”

When Zhi Ji said this, he suddenly froze for a moment and said thoughtfully: "That Fufu has been hiding underground recently, maybe this is the reason..."

"Okay, Lord Zhiji. Give me your heart of justice. The ceremony is ready."

The graysmith on the side said with a smile: "Annan, you can lie down on the bed first... the bed facing the stove.

"After you enter the nightmare, I will cut out your Heart of Winter. Otherwise, you will have to undergo anesthesia first, which will be more procrastinating."

I understand, it’s the bed that feels like you’re about to be cremated when you lie on it.

Now that I have at least taken a step back...it has become a bed that looks like it is being dissected when I lie down on it.

Annan complained in his heart.

But he still lay on it peacefully and closed his eyes.

The graysmith holds the heart of justice in one hand and chants in a low voice:

"Justice, selflessness and fearlessness;

“Those who hold fire would rather die than be defeated;

"If one's life is destroyed, the fire will continue; if one flees, the fire will perish;

"When the lamb raises his head, there must be a star——"

As he chanted, the heart of justice held in his hand like a glowing slime was suddenly inspired and released an even brighter light.

Ripples of light, like the pumping of a heart, spread out from underneath it in circles, causing Annan and Zhiji's long hair to fly up and dance as if blown by the wind.

It floats in the air and becomes a sphere. Placed in the center of the ceremony by the graysmith, black and red rune chains protruded from the surroundings, extending to lock it in the center.

And the heart of justice did not struggle, and was suspended in the middle.

"Next, is the Egg of Meng Ning... Your Excellency Zhiji, do you want to watch it?"

Gray Jiang asked Zhi Ji politely.

Zhi Ji hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "The old grandmother asked me to bring Annan over... I don't have anything to do recently, so just stay here."

What she actually meant was to help Annan watch over him.

Although Huijiang is a quite qualified ancient god, Zhiji is still a little restless when Annan's life and death are completely placed in his hands.

The graysmith didn't care at all.

He just smiled and said: "It is also an honor for me to have such a beautiful witness like you."

Witness - This statement is quite emotionally intelligent.

But speaking of it, can Zhiji be considered Party A...

Annan muttered, closed his eyes, relaxed his mental defenses, and let himself fall into sleep.

He has always been particularly good at controlling his body.

Before Annan traveled through time, he could make himself fall asleep steadily within three minutes, even when suffering from headaches such as colds and fevers.

And this may also be one of my talents...

Annan gradually lost consciousness as he thought so.

This time, he did not feel a falling sensation the moment he entered the nightmare like an ordinary nightmare, but everything around him gradually became silent.

——Boom!

Annan heard the sound of his heartbeat very clearly.

The sound was like a drum from outside, pumping every blood vessel in his body. Annan's whole body was shaking.

——Boom!

——Boom!

Annan gradually felt that the interval between two heartbeats was getting longer and longer... and even the beating became more and more "steady". It's like a basketball dropped to the ground, bouncing lower every time.

Until the end. ~IndoMTL.com~ Boom boom.

After the last beat, Annan never heard his heartbeat again.

Between sleeping and waking up, Annan heard the fluttering of moths' wings.

And the gentle voice of a middle-aged man:

"My story begins when the new sun rises."

An update of more than 3,000 words is hereby sent!

I was not in a good mood today. I started writing at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it took me until one o'clock in the morning to get out two thousand. I originally wanted to just let it go. But because I had promised to have a nightmare today, I wrote more than a thousand words and worked a little overtime.

It’s already three-twenty now, Mr. Work and Rest——(Sad)

(End of this chapter)