The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 429: An accomplice is also an accomplice

Completely different from Annan who was confused about the future when he first met the Faceless Poet.

Today Annan is confident and calm.

He clearly saw his past and future destiny.

They meet at your feet - as the proverb says, destiny is a treacherous road.

——Only he had no option to retreat.

Annan must make a choice. Correspondingly, the world will change for him.

Seeing the bright light in Annan's eyes now, the Faceless Poet was overjoyed.

"Great! So-so, mate!"

Her voice rose a little higher again, and it even made Salvatore's ears rumble and his brain tremble: "I will always watch you!"

"...I had a problem last time."

Annan suddenly said: "Why do you call me 'partner'? Maybe I forgot a very important memory... Were we very good friends before?"

"We are not friends. But we are travelers."

The Faceless Poet said without any hesitation: "We come from the same place and move in the same direction - we are not friends or close friends, but the relationship is closer than that.

“We are comrades-in-arms, colleagues, partners, accomplices, and accomplices.

"You can always trust me...Annan."

——Who are you?

Annan was silent for a moment.

He swallowed the words back.

He knew there would be no answer to this question. Since the Faceless Poet has said this, she will not answer this question further.

It seems that he realized what Annan was thinking.

The faceless poet's mouth widened.

Like a ghost in a cartoon - her mouth opened in an exaggerated manner, revealing a smile that was closer to horror: "I think the question you want to know now...is the location of Nicholas and Philip."

"That's right...eh?!"

Annan just nodded.

He suddenly realized that something had hit his mind.

That was a very slight collision.

If you want to describe it, it's like being hit on the forehead by a ping pong ball. Annan felt that something suddenly appeared in his mind...

——That’s intelligence.

He quickly realized what it was.

Annan focused his attention and saw Nicholas II.

The one with pure white curly hair and green eyes - Annan inexplicably thought of the pure white sundae on the transparent plastic cup containing apple-flavored Mirinda.

...This is not the association that Annan would have.

Annan reacted quickly.

Is this... a memory belonging to the Faceless Poet?

Why does the Faceless Poet have...a certain appetite for Nicholas II?

As soon as the answer was guessed, Annan was surprised.

But he didn't dwell too much on it.

He looked intently and saw a butterfly floating in the air.

——Yes, one.

Although it is a very weird description...but that butterfly reminds people of a translucent rose.

It's like a glass slide covered with blood.

The most beautiful blood-colored butterfly fluttered across the sky.

But there are no flowers around.

——Only fresh, open corpses.

There are men and women, children and old people.

There are at least more than thirty of them - all the limbs are incomplete, but they are not brutally severed, but dissected corpses where fat layers and layers of muscles can even be seen.

Those extremely beautiful butterflies, as light as crystal and as if they would break when touched, landed on these corpses.

As they **** blood, the crystal butterfly wings behind them gradually change from pink to dark red. A symbol similar to "infinity" appeared on the corpse.

And Nicholas II was very serious, taking out a very thin transparent leaf that looked like a maple leaf, and pressed it against a fresh corpse that was still warm.

The skin of the corpse was cut open very carefully - Nicholas II was rubbing something from it.

Annan soon realized what he was doing.

——Nicholas II is collecting human nerves.

Combining the corpses with only skeletons left, the corpses with open abdomens, and the corpses with muscle layers carefully separated... Annan suddenly knew what Nicholas II was doing.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"He is...

"Create an artificial human from scratch?"

Annan did not forget that all knowledge about artificial humans in Nicholas II's memory had been deleted by the gods.

He is just a missing body whose memory has been modified.

But he returned to this path... Without anyone to guide him or mislead him, I don’t know what went crazy with Nicholas II. As a result, he returned to the "man-made" path. In the direction of "human technology"!

Moreover, those corpses are all fresh.

Although I don’t know where Nicholas II got it from... but the time they exist, even with the insurance barrier, is only three days at most.

Considering that Annan arrived at Noah just yesterday.

He may have started this experiment again from yesterday! And now he has even completed sampling... His experiment is progressing extremely quickly!

If Annan hadn't been aware of him, he might have been able to recover this sealed forbidden technology before Annan left Noah!

Annan even saw some trembling children who were still alive in the iron cage!

The number was very large, at least more than forty people.

Their eyes were extremely frightened and their expressions were extremely helpless.

Philip's head, together with a small part of his spine, was floating in a nutrient tank, with his eyes closed and without any ceremony. And this tank was connected to a larger instrument... and the liquid in the nutrient tank made Annan feel unusually familiar.

——The crimson liquid is the liquid philosopher's stone.

Philip and these children seemed to be used to conduct another experiment...or, perhaps, as materials for experiments or rituals.

"This is what is happening now."

The Faceless Poet said meaningfully: "So, Annan...what will you do?

"Stop him immediately? Or... wait until his experiment is over first?

"It only takes three days - this technology will be developed by him. And Philip will also die. If he is killed at that time, the benefits will undoubtedly be the greatest."

Like a demonic whisper.

Although Salvatore on the side didn't see anything, he still looked at Annan immediately.

He remained silent and did not say anything to influence Annan's decision-making, but there was some worry in his eyes.

Annan subconsciously tightened Salvatore's coat and said without hesitation: "Do you still need to ask?"

The light in his eyes is as bright as ever:

“——Of course I’m going to save people!

"I saw the Blood Butterfly. He must be in the Blood Butterfly Valley now! The dead cannot be saved, but since I see that there are still children who can be saved, I will definitely be able to save them!"

He said ~IndoMTL.com~ and stretched his hands into the void.

Annan quickly edited the task - gathering all the players who could be called.

——The boss is coming again!

Annan's answer made the Faceless Poet startled.

She looked at Annan silently and dazedly, as if she had not expected this answer at all.

It was as if I saw something through Annan.

"...that's the case."

As if awakened from a dream, the faceless poet's voice became softer and less sharp: "In that case, partner."

She came over and raised her white and young hands: "Come on."

Annan snapped, raised his right hand and slapped the faceless poet's raised hand hard.

"Natural."

He replied matter-of-factly.

The Faceless Poet took a deep breath, and his whole body suddenly collapsed and turned into black mud.

It is a colloidal body that can only be described as "colorful black".

"Then...goodbye...partner..."

The thick and turbid noise, like countless voices chirping at the same time, sounded from all directions.

The black silt naturally dissipates in all the gaps.

The Faceless Poet completely disappeared into the basement, as if she had never been there.