The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 456: 【Destiny】

As the sublime false identity emerges.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed - if it were expressed in a comic-like manner, Annan would only have white lines left. Everything around him turned into a turbid gray-black color.

Resentment. fear. despair.

Curse. Cry. weep with grief.

At the moment when he was immersed in the rapidly expanding gray-black realm, many noisy whispers appeared in Annan's ears at the same time. Just like those complicated emotions, they were all reflected in Annan's heart.

But——

Cannot hear. Totally inaudible.

Because there were too many voices, 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 him suddenly and silently shattered.

But it was not crushed by Annan's power... but actively terminated.

Annan then realized that his body had been covered with scars that were deep enough to show the bones.

His fluorescent blood soaked all over his body in the blink of an eye, directly dyeing the white robe he had just obtained red.

It was like being pierced by a sharp blade.

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

—but "split".

Even if Annan has become actinic, ordinary blades cannot hurt Annan at all...but these wounds still appear on Annan's body,

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

It's like a tattoo sticker soaked in water, which transfers the pattern onto the skin. These wounds appeared on Annan's body out of thin air and directly caused huge injuries to Annan.

[Health: 65%]

With just one casual blow from his hand, one-third of Annan's life was easily taken away.

This is even considered a sign of mercy from the other party...

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

Annan looked a little ugly and held the Three Siren tightly, taking a step back slightly.

Three steps away from him, everything was wrapped in a gray-black realm.

The plants became withered and withered, and the sun became dim. There were fragments like pure black catkins floating in the air.

The dry plants were like ghosts, monstrous like demons in the dark and lightless gray realm, and the air was filled with despair.

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

Annan was a little suspicious for a moment.

He also saw the Passion Saint.

Although they were all attacks carried out using "one's own wounds" as a medium... But the noble avatar of Vladimir the Winter Rebellion reminded Annan of the **** of memories and despair named "Greysmith" .

Annan did not use magic to heal himself.

After actinization, the blood leached from the wounds glowed brighter and brighter - not the wriggling granules, but the light that could bond the body. His health is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Vladimir, who had just attacked without hesitation, did not continue to expand the element field and pursue.

On the contrary, it was like he was doing it at the beginning, holding the cane and standing there calmly, looking at Annan calmly.

"Why——"

Annan asked in a low voice.

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

Because there are too many things he doesn’t understand.

From the very beginning, when Annan learned of Vladimir's existence... he felt that this man was full of mystery.

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

But...

How did he know about worms? Why did he have to look for worms? What is his purpose in worshiping the worm?

At that time in the Grand Duke's Mansion, he clearly had the advantage, so why did he suddenly escape?

Why did he rush out and drag Annan to the wilderness now, and launch an attack without saying a word?

After he used his elemental power to easily injure Annan, why did he stop where he was and not pursue him?

——Only Vladimir’s behavior pattern cannot be understood by Annan.

He is like a madman, unpredictable.

...Maybe he is really a madman.

"Why?"

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

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

"——Destiny is a rut in the sky."

"...I've heard this sentence."

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

"We are the only ones here. Whatever you want to say... you can already say it here."

Suddenly attacked himself, but did not pursue him while he was healing...

Does this mean that Annan will not interrupt the next topic?

It doesn't hurt to listen to what he says.

After chatting for a while, all his injuries were healed.

No matter what Vladimir wants to do, it is definitely better to make sure that he is at his peak first... than to forcefully fight the opponent when his condition is unhealthy.

"I have been thinking about this for a long time."

A low and cold voice sounded from the mouth of Vladimir, the Defying Winter: "What exactly is fate?"

But what surprised Annan was that his voice gradually began to become younger... just like the face of the Winter Defying Man at this moment.

His moonstone-like gradation of light blue pupils did not change at all from his upright back.

But his face... that face covered with centipede-like scars was gradually becoming younger.

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

The world around them has become even more desolate.

Sixty or seventy years old, forty or fifty years old, thirty or forty years old...

In the end, Vladimir’s appearance remained the same as when he was in his early thirties.

——Rejuvenation.

"Destiny."

A low and rhythmic voice sounded.

That is the voice that reminds people of the man who particularly prefers blue-eyed white dragons.

From an old man exuding a rotten aura to a thirty-year-old Vladimir, he opened his jewel-like pupils and stared at Annan, as if he was sneering at something: "Who stipulated that there will be What about the fate that cannot be changed?

"I never believe in destiny. If destiny really exists, it should not be that only the crane can change the established destiny.

"Because if that's the case - then as long as I control the crane and let the crane change my destiny, wouldn't it mean that I have changed my destiny with my own hands?"

Annan was silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He always felt that Vladimir had not finished speaking.

"Humph."

Vladimir, who became young again, showed a cold smile: "Your Majesty, who has been expected by the gods to become a **** since the beginning of his birth, you must not understand.

"When Your Majesty was three years old...an old ritualist who was captured by me and was famous for predicting fate performed a divination for me.

"He said... I will make the winter strong, and I will kill the young master I once served. And... I will eventually become the nourishment of the sky carriage. ~IndoMTL.com~ Vladimir He said calmly: "Of course, I am not afraid of death.

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

"That's what happened after I died. I had closed my eyes and was unconscious. What my death brought and what I lost was just to comfort me, who was about to lose my mind and spirit. It’s just something belonging to relatives and friends.”

The meaning of death is nothing but foolishness and illusion.

The Winter Defying Man sneered: "But what a coincidence, I have no relatives or friends. I don't care about these myself.

"What I'm curious about is...he won't survive that time in the future at all, so the 'fate' he encounters has nothing to do with the principles of the prophet's magic. How did he see me - destiny?

"So I tortured him. Without knowing me or understanding me, he explained my fate so far. What shocked me was that all of this was very consistent with my experience. .

"I asked him to predict other people, and the results were equally accurate. Whether it was the past or the future... there seemed to be traces to follow.

"Then, I wonder - has everything that I have experienced in my life so far, from the past to the future, been set? Is it possible that some great spell has already been written down? My life from birth to death?

"——Even the moment when I had doubts, was it already decided?"