The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 460: Things that cannot be interfered with

Hema Menni.

Annan has heard of this term, which is a special term from ancient Greek astrologers.

The origin of this term comes from Hermamene, the "goddess of cause and effect and fate" who is one-third of Nyx, the goddess of night in Greek mythology.

In ancient Greece, "fate" was the irreversible destiny. Even gods are bound by their fate. The ancient Greek astrologers proposed a concept...namely "Universal Destiny", his "Black Mammene".

The reason why a person is a human being, not a dog or a tree; the reason why he is a male instead of a female, the reason why he has blond hair instead of black hair, the reason why his blood type is type A instead of O, these are all It is determined by his black mammy.

The "universal destiny" that is inherent in life and cannot be changed by acquired luck is the black mammony of a "biological entity". And when this concept entered Gnosticism, it became an overwhelming, absolute destiny given by the Creator.

Just like the terms and rules in a prison are used to bind prisoners and prevent them from leaving; the Creator is also using "universal destiny" to bind mortals, thereby maintaining its absolute rule forever - this universal destiny, It is the so-called "Black Mameni".

If that's the case.

Then this great level spell... is probably one of the inner triangle spells that represents the number "two". Perhaps it is used to... counteract Miss Good Luck or Yaweng's spell?

Annan is temporarily confused as to what the effect of this great-level curse is.

But as far as the current functions are concerned...

It at least has the possibility of preventing Vladimir from being killed by the Forgiver.

Annan looked intently at Vladimir's right hand.

Black smoke was rising from the wound that Annan had bitten before. It floated to the Rubik's Cube suspended in the air, and the pure black Rubik's Cube was spinning quietly.

"——No need to try again, Your Excellency the Pardoner."

Vladimir’s head was lying on the ground and he said plainly: “After Black Mameni is activated, the gods cannot kill me.”

He said it.

The head that fell to the ground suddenly disappeared and returned to him without warning.

Not even blood came out, and the clothes didn't get dirty.

It's as if the attack doesn't exist at all.

However, Annan also found another meaning in his words:

"You mean...only mortals can kill you?"

"You can also understand it this way."

Vladimir said calmly.

At some point, his jewel-like pupils turned into something as dark as an abyss.

"——Now, I will tell you about some of its capabilities."

Dangerous words and deeds that clearly reveal one's abilities.

But Annan actually felt a little uncomfortable at all - his back felt slightly cold and numb, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Is it the ability to gain an advantage by revealing one's secrets?

Annan vaguely guessed the other party's intentions.

...But even so, he still had to listen. For an enemy like this that uses completely unknown capabilities to fight, intelligence is really too important.

Even though I knew there must be a scam, I still had to listen.

This is an upright conspiracy.

"When a being with a higher status than me in soul status tries to interfere with me, Black Mamenni will enter a closed state. My destiny will be completely solidified and I will no longer accept any changes. Even if Even if I am a god, I cannot exert any influence on me."

Vladimir said slowly: "That is to say, I am invincible now. I will not accept any influence exerted on me by other beings besides myself."

Like saving a piece of data as read-only.

He no longer accepts any modifications, so this is absolute immortality.

It was as if he did not exist in this world, just an image... It was as if he had opened his golden body and entered a short period of invincibility.

For this reason...

"...You can no longer have any impact on other people, right?"

Annan suddenly said: "So if you really want to kill me, you can't stay in this state."

If any part in this world is directly or indirectly connected...that is to say, the causal law between one of the objects actually affects all parts.

No one can survive alone. The process of affecting others will also affect oneself.

The other way around.

If you want to not be affected by anything...then you can't affect other people. Otherwise, as long as there is any interference with the outside world, you will more or less receive "reaction" from fate.

That doesn't mean "no more accepting any changes".

"As expected of you, Your Majesty."

Vladimir smiled: "If you want to avoid the influence of 'fate' on yourself to the greatest extent, then the only way is to reduce your connection with the world to the extreme.

"One of the effects of [Black Mameni] is exactly this. It cuts off my connection with the world, and that is why..."

He didn't finish his words.

Annan heard Vladimir’s echo in his heart:

[On the other hand, the process of me communicating my secrets with you has greatly deepened the connection between us. The relationship between us has become closer...]

Annan's pupils suddenly tightened.

He felt severe discomfort coming from his heart.

That was not palpitations or angina. More like...

Annan clenched the Three Siren in his hand and looked at Vladimir, who was gradually walking towards him, with some surprise.

In Annan's eyes, Vladimir was like a non-existent illusion, an illusion - because as he approached himself, the sublime false body behind him and the elemental field under his feet did not move towards him. While approaching ~IndoMTL.com~, it still stopped in place.

[More like, the resonance of heart and heart, right]

It was as if I heard Annan's thoughts.

Vladimir’s voice sounded in Annan’s heart.

He stepped forward and wanted to touch Annan's face again.

Bah!

But Annan raised his left hand like a conditioned reflex, trying to slap Vladimir's hand away.

He did slap his hand away.

But Annan clearly felt that it was not the same feeling as when he was patted on the back of his hand. To describe it, it's like being plunged into a pool of sweet and sticky syrup.

At that moment, fragments of memories flashed through Annan's mind.

——That’s Vladimir’s memory.

Annan raised his left hand and saw that it seemed to be melting.

Just after being in contact with Vladimir for a moment, Annan's body seemed to begin to melt...

...No, that's not right.

"You...are melting too."

Annan clearly captured this detail.

The moment it came into contact with his own hand, a small part of Vladimir's hand melted.

In other words, it is not melting.

It is a precursor to fusion.

(End of this chapter)