Chapter 71 The Trial Begins, You Arrogant Person

It was a language only Frostwhisperers could speak.

The purpose of this language at the beginning of its birth was to carry the mystery of "winter".

This is the secret from the beginning of creation—

The body that Annan used, belonging to "Job", was gradually disintegrating.

The body of a mortal cannot bear the mighty power of the secret of creation.

It's like an old photo with dozens of holes burnt by soot. His body gradually revealed many holes, and the gray-white blizzard blew out from these holes.

Invisible and colorless blizzards blowing in all directions with Annan as the center.

It was definitely not a snowflake condensed by "water".

Where the blizzard passed, complete silence followed without warning.

There was no wind, but no noise at all.

Only after the ancient words fell...the world turned to a pure and silent gray.

It's like the world has been put on a black and white filter and the sound has been turned off.

All sounds were gradually engulfed.

All colors are gradually frozen.

Wherever a blizzard passes, color and sound are completely taken away by it.

It never ceases to hover in the sky, and its location cannot be determined at all with the naked eye.

Only Annan's chanting sound resounded in the gray-white silent world:

"...It was originally used to describe the earth's first birth, the stillness of the sky like a dying old man; and the earth's hatred of all things that will die--"

After An Nanji slowly and clearly read this knowledge of creation.

His body has become tattered. With only half of the head left, the solitary left eye looked at the huge spider.

Still holding the gun in his right hand, he had a dozen small holes in his right arm; and three larger holes in his left. Looking in through these holes, you can't see flesh and blood, only something dark like an abyss.

The world is like pressing the pause button.

The huge spider less than a few meters away from Annan was also covered by an extremely thin gray-white blizzard.

The chelicerae, which had been raised high in fear and left the ground, were also motionless.

The narrow island beneath Annan became a bulging iceberg.

The cobwebs in the distance were also covered in ice.

Looking down from right above... It's like a meteorite fell into the ice lake and smashed out a spider web-like crack.

The sun, moon, and stars in the sky were all extinguished, leaving only darkness.

——This is a world where only black, white, and gray are left.

Even an illusory "dream" can be frozen mercilessly...

This is the real "winter".

crunch.

In the silent world, the sound of boots stepping on the snow sounded lonely.

Because of reciting the forbidden knowledge, Annan, whose body became riddled with holes, walked slowly and alone in the snow.

He can still act on his own.

Annan himself was surprised by this.

His health value has already warned:

[Health: -1545%]

This data is still falling down...as if his breach is still expanding.

However, Annan is inexplicably confident—

I will never die here.

crunch.

In the gray-white world, Annan slowly approached the frozen giant spider.

It's not that he doesn't want to go faster, but that he has exhausted all his strength just by moving.

Annan, who is extremely insensitive to pain, does not know how heavy his injuries are...

But his curse erased the pain.

This is really...

"--awesome."

Annan grinned, revealing an incomparably bright smile.

I saw a very strange scene.

The right side of his face that was about to disappear made his smile look a bit hideous.

Cannot use spells.

No strong body either.

There are no weapons available.

There are no items that can be used in rituals.

Facing a giant spider several stories high... Humans are [impossible] to win.

That's why Grover completely ignores Annan's threats. Leisurely stood aside and chatted with him.

I am afraid that in the past...some people have seen through the truth.

At that time, there was no [Dream] protection. Although it is more unfriendly to the purifier, it is also easier to see the truth and realize that "this is a nightmare that someone is manipulating".

At that time, Grover must have been like this... turned into a huge spider, humbly admitting the loopholes pointed out by the other party, accepting all curses and prayers with a smile, or like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill, holding a pitiful knife, Charge the spider with a mortal body.

Let the other party taste despair and pain before killing them.

Kill the enemy in the nightmare, then resurrect and kill again - repeat until the opponent is completely dead here.

"...I thought I was playing Accelerated World."

Annan sneered.

He lifted the flintlock gun, which had turned pure white in the blizzard, and aimed at the giant spider.

Even until a few days ago... Annan didn't actually think that he could be recognized by the holy skeleton of "justice".

But seeing such disgusting people - no, such disgusting spiders.

Yes.

It's a dream, it's a phantom.

Alice was already dead, and no one would be saved by killing the spider.

But from another angle...

He died so that more people could be saved.

"If evil is to be eliminated, then justice..."

Annan murmured in a low voice.

"Then, I am the righteous judgment."

The corners of Annan's mouth rose.

His smile grew brighter.

There was light in his eyes.

His fingers were in the trigger position.

The wild laughter was almost unbearable—

He laughed happily and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

His voice resounded in the silent world.

"The trial begins—you arrogant man!"

In a world of black and white, metal projectiles are shot from the muzzle.

It rolled up a ballistic line composed of countless circles like the tail smoke of an airplane, and penetrated the body of the huge spider with great precision.

It starts from the head, runs through the body, and flies out from behind.

Ordinary projectile, did not meet any resistance.

It is not the weakening of defense, but the absolute suppression of "movement" over "static".

But in the next instant, at the point of contact between the projectile and the spider, a large area of ​​spider web cracks suddenly appeared.

- slap.

Like breaking ice with a stone. The crack is made up on the spider.

- slap.

The crack continued to expand, spreading into the stagnant air beyond the spider.

Colors start to get muddled and subtle sounds start to appear.

Where the spider was injured, blue, purple, and golden blood flowed out... The blood was like a rainbow, constantly flowing and changing.

- slap.

The crack expanded further and spread throughout the nightmare world.

Only the small island where Annan is located is safe and sound.

The next moment, the nightmare shattered.

The isolated island built on the spider web could no longer bear the weight and fell toward the abyss.

Moments before the world finally returned to its normal color, Annan saw the huge spider shatter into thousands, tens of thousands. Miserably shattered in the air, countless frost-covered limb fragments exploded like dazzling eyes.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

In the mad laughter that finally couldn't be suppressed, Annan lost consciousness in a very pleasant way.