The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 459: Great spell: Black Mameni (2 in 1)

Hearing Vladimir's words, Annan narrowed his eyes.

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

"I have no other means..."

Not only was there no fear, but also no nervousness on his face.

On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief, and released his actinization, returning to his human appearance.

"——Is this really the case?"

Annan showed a joking smile and even loosened his grip on the Three Siren's hands.

Seeing Annan's reaction, Vladimir felt a thump in his heart.

He knew that Annan was not the kind of person who was bluffing to pointlessly delay time. This must be something I overlooked.

Vladimir quickly went over the entire plan in his mind to confirm that there should be no omissions. He vaguely felt that something was not right...but he couldn't realize what was wrong.

"You want to force me to use the Three Sirens."

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

"——Because none of the three sirens in the hands of the Dukes of Winter in the past dynasties have this ability."

And the most important thing is.

In fact, the real name of this ability is "Crazy Blood". Although it is very similar, it is still wrong.

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Vladimir mispronounced its name, but did not show any hesitation. So he probably didn't know the Three Sirens directly, but got some information from other people.

"If my guess is correct, you should have found relevant clues from an elf ruins.

"The mind control ability of 'Crazy Heart' can be used three times, but after the third use, Bai Nu will be unsealed due to the weakening of the seal's power. Only after Bai Nu is re-sealed can the number of uses be filled up. ."

The first half of this paragraph is information from Chiron. The latter sentence was Annan's own speculation...but he felt that this speculation should not be wrong.

Because the ability of Crazy Blood is so easy to use, it is impossible for the Elf Emperor not to use it even once.

When the empire disintegrated, Bai Nu did appear briefly.

Not long ago, when Annan got the Three Sirens, the number of [Crazy Blood] had been recharged.

"In other words, the elven emperor must have used this ability to control someone in the past - it is impossible for such an easy-to-use ability to be left unused. In this case, there will be elves who will fight against this ability... Maybe you will learn from it. The technology that has acquired the ability to rebound may not.

"Then there are only two possibilities."

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

"Either you don't know how to fight the Three Sirens at all. But you don't want me to use this ability, so you are bluffing and hoping to seal my ability."

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

Vladimir’s tiger’s mouth was immediately bitten until blood flowed.

But Vladimir did not attack Annan because of pain.

He silently retracted his hand, looked deeply at the fresh scars left on his hand, and said nothing as if he was thinking about something.

"Of course, the two choices you gave me - I will not choose either one."

Annan said calmly: "You have always seen through fate and learned the 'original development trajectory of fate', but you still ignored some things. In other words, you never considered that possibility in the first place."

He held the Three Siren tightly.

"A tragedy writer...?"

Vladimir muttered.

Annan chuckled: "That's right - this was originally a murder, but also a conspiracy. In any case, this is the domain of tragedians, and you can't ignore such an obvious point.

"Then, there is only one possibility.

"——The tragedian is assisting you. Or, you think he is assisting you... Or, perhaps, 'one of the tragedians' is assisting you."

"One of them..."

Vladimir repeated the noun.

"Sophocles - it's you."

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

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

"Oh, then you misunderstood me."

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

You can tell from the voice that it is undoubtedly the same person as the "Melanpos" that Annan saw in the mirror before, but his voice is completely different.

His right hand rested on Vladimir's right shoulder. It just appeared without warning and quietly.

He is not like Melampos, who has his hair neatly slicked back and wears a formal suit similar to a black suit.

Instead, he was wearing something very similar to Professor Gray's... a white toga robe with some purple decorations. His big hands, like those of a basketball player, were holding a booklet casually with one hand. And his hair is messily spread freely, emphasizing the extremely natural state.

It is different from Melambos's state, because the toga robe exposes more of his body, and you can see the clear muscles on his body.

He looked like a perfect sculpture that had come to life.

"——This is love."

Sophocles was so convinced that he made a low voice.

He raised the book in his hand with one hand and recited affectionately, as if he was immersed in it. His magnetic and vibrato voice made him sound like a poet: "I only do it for my own ears." When it comes to singing, I only listen to songs that make me happy. My tongue only produces powerful words for myself. My hands only doodle and work for myself, and my feet are like wild horses, living according to my own will. Running casually in the wild——

"But only my eyes - my eyes do not 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 sees the heavenly chariot!"

——That is the verse in "Praise to the Name of the Sky Crane".

Sophocles' right hand left Vladimir's shoulder.

"Crane——"

He bent down to Annan and bowed respectfully: "I praise the sky carriage."

But because the gesture was too respectful, it seemed a bit strange.

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

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

Although Annan is still not out of his control... Vladimir has vaguely felt that something is wrong.

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

Such an idea came to his mind.

But he immediately overturned this idea.

Inappropriate.

Sophocles suddenly appeared here. He couldn't just come to watch the play up close.

He could indeed attack Annan without Annan noticing - after all, Annan was just a powerful silver-level transcendent. But it was impossible to attack Annan without Sophocles noticing.

Because Sophocles was the **** of murder.

Before figuring out what Sophocles is trying to do when he suddenly appears here... Vladimir does not intend to take action easily.

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

Although I don’t know what Sophocles came here to do.

But Annan knew Sophocles better than Vladimir.

——It is possible that Sophocles came all the way to watch the play. And it's completely possible...

Although Annan doesn't want to admit it, now he is indeed half a pope as a tragedian.

And if you infer from the result.

Since the tragedy writer thinks there will be drama...

The corners of Annan's mouth raised slightly.

He was confident.

"—Besides, Vladimir."

Annan looked away from Sophocles, looked at Vladimir again, and declared softly: "You have overlooked one thing.

"I answered a question of yours before. You asked me why the person whose destiny I changed was not you? I said...

"——Because you betrayed me."

His voice gradually became louder: "And this——"

"It's your sin."

A clear and soft voice sounded behind Annan.

Only the barefoot girl with a broken shackle on her left foot appeared quietly behind Annan.

She wore a light white short skirt without any decoration, long boots and pure white stockings on her right leg, and long white gloves on her arms. Wearing a silver princess crown that looks like thorns on her head, her left eye is closed tightly, and her right eye is a gentle sapphire green like water.

She held a thick codex in both hands with a serious expression.

"I'm watching."

She pronounced: "I have been watching you, traitor.

"In front of me, you can't even think of hurting Annan at all."

——The **** of resistance and the forgiver of sins.

The judge of all those who betray the pure and righteous, and the leader of those who rebel against the dark and corrupt ways.

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

The desolate and withered world, and the green and vibrant world, are the dividing line between Annan and Vladimir, symmetrical like mirror images.

Annan and Vladimir, each holding a cane or a scepter, emitting light or black mist, stared at each other.

Standing behind them were the pardoner and the tragic poet respectively, holding or holding a book, with serious or smiling expressions.

It seems like the world is divided into two.

Miracle mirror.

"...the new **** created by you."

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

"In other words, she did not exist in this world until my plan was almost completed."

Not to mention the time when he betrayed me.

Because it’s been too long, and because I’m too confident.

It actually made him forget... that he was once a betrayer.

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

"The existence of gods transcends the first level of history."

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

"Your failure was your failure at the beginning - when you just started to want to resist fate."

"What are you talking about?"

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

"You want Sophocles to stand up for you?"

The corner of Annan's mouth raised slightly: "The final judgment of the betrayer is before your eyes. Or...do you want to abandon the darkness and turn to the light?

"But can you take it? Can it atone for all the sins you have committed?"

In the face of sinners, the authority of the rebellious God is absolute.

The magical ability to discover, stop, and punish betrayers... makes Vladimir, a traitor, unable to escape.

Annan was the one who was betrayed by him.

Everything seems to be destined.

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

"Of course not."

Vladimir took a deep breath: "Of course I will not place my hopes on the stupidity of others. Since I can prepare everything and hold the initiative... then of course I am also prepared for another path.

"——That is not a happy path. I will not have any good results, but even so...

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

As he spoke, he turned his right hand slightly, as if he was holding something.

The Absolver is a very young new god.

She was born less than two months ago and doesn’t understand many things.

But she also instinctively sensed something was wrong——

【Judgment】

She opened her mouth and spoke words.

【Beheading】

Those were not any mortal words, and it was not even possible to determine whether there was any sound.

That is the highest level of "edict".

A command to the entire world.

There was no flash of sword or shadow, and no attack movements could be seen from her.

Vladimir’s head suddenly rolled off his body.

There is no doubt that he is dead.

The Pardoner's sentence is absolute. ~IndoMTL.com~ When she chooses not to forgive her sins, when the words of forgiveness are silent.

The betrayer's vitality will be wiped out immediately.

——But.

Vladimir's eyes did not close.

That is not to die in peace.

His mouth is still talking.

"I also thought that if I got it... does it mean that among the countless fates in the future, I will one day use it. Now that I think about it, it is indeed the case.

"Just like the beginning of an opera, the shotgun that appeared will be fired at the end. There is no turning back for me.

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

His head rolled to the ground and continued to narrate.

"Even death can't stop him..."

Annan murmured.

Vladimir said calmly: "That's right.

“The power of great-level spells is, to some extent, higher than that of gods. It cannot be used to fight gods, nor can it give the holder the power to defeat gods.

“——However, its existence allows people to defeat God.”

As he said this, he raised his right hand.

A black Rubik's Cube is spinning.

"Great curse...Black Mameni."