Chapter 459 Great Curse: Heimameni (2 in 1)

Hearing Vladimir's words, Annan narrowed his eyes.

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

"I have no other means..."

Not only was there no fear on his face, there was no tension on his face either.

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted his photochemical state, and regained his human appearance.

"--Is it really?"

Annan showed a playful smile, and even loosened his hand holding the three sirens.

Seeing Annan's reaction, Vladimir's heart skipped a beat.

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

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

"You want to force me to use the Siren of Three."

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 Lin Dong.

"—Because the Lord Winter of all ages, none of the three sirens in his hands have this ability."

And most importantly.

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

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Vladimir mispronounced its name, but showed no hesitation. So he probably didn't know the three sirens directly, but learned some information from other people.

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

"The mind control ability of 'Crazy Heart' can be used three times, but after using it for the third time, the white girl will be unsealed due to the weakening of the seal. Only after the white girl is re-sealed can the number of uses be filled up."

The first half of this passage is information from Chiron. The latter sentence is Annan's own speculation... But he feels 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 once.

And when the empire disintegrated, the white girl did appear in a flash.

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

"In other words, the elf emperor must have used this ability to control someone in the past - such a useful ability, it is impossible to leave it unused. In this case, there will be elves who can resist this ability... Maybe you got a rebound from it Technology with this capability, perhaps not.

"Then there are only two possibilities."

Annan said leisurely: "Either you have obtained the ability to fight against [Three Sirens], hoping to use my own power to rewrite my sanity.

"Or, you don't know how to fight the three sirens at all. But you don't want me to use this ability, so you bluffed and hoped to seal my ability."

Speaking of this, Annan narrowed his eyes slightly like a cat, lowered his head suddenly, and bit Vladimir's hand with one bite.

Vladimir's tiger's mouth was immediately bitten to the point of bleeding.

But Vladimir did not attack Annan because of the pain.

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

"Of course, the two options you gave me—I wouldn't choose either."

Annan said calmly: "It's always you who have seen through fate and learned about the 'original development track of fate', but you still overlooked some things. In other words, you never considered that possibility at the beginning."

He gripped the three sirens tightly.

"A tragic writer...?"

Vladimir murmured.

Annan laughed softly: "That's right—this was originally a murder, and even more a conspiracy. Anyway, this is the domain of tragic writers, and you can't ignore such an obvious point.

"Then there is only one possibility.

"—the tragedies are assisting you. Or, you think he is assisting you... Or, 'one of the tragedies' is assisting you."

"one of them……"

Vladimir repeated the noun.

"Sophocles—is it you?"

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

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

"Oh, then you have misunderstood me."

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

The voice can be heard, and it is undoubtedly the same person as the "Melan Persia" Annan saw in the mirror before, but his voice is completely different.

His right hand rests on Vladimir's right shoulder. Just like that, without warning, it appeared quietly.

He is not like Merlan Persian, with his hair combed back neatly and wearing a formal suit similar to a black suit.

Instead, he was wearing a white toga robe with some purple decorations that was very similar to Professor Hui's. With his big hand like a basketball player, he was holding a booklet casually with one hand. And his hair is also messy and loose, emphasizing the extremely natural state.

It's different from Merlan Persia's state, because the toga robe reveals more body parts, and you can see clearly defined muscles from his body.

His whole body looks like a perfect sculpture that has gained life.

"--this is Love."

Sophocles was so sure, he let out a low voice.

He raised the booklet in his hand with one hand, and chanted affectionately, as if immersed in it. His extremely magnetic and trembling voice made him sound like a poet: "I sing only for my own ears. , I only listen to songs that make me happy. My tongue speaks powerful words only for myself. My hands scribble and work only for myself. My feet are like wild horses, roaming freely in the wilderness by my own will. sex run --

"But my eyes alone—my eyes are not mine.

"What I see in my eyes is not my own world. It is the light in the eyes of everyone...

"Therefore I conclude! I am not a person, nor am I the light, I am the one who peeps into the light, the one who sees the sky and the chariot!"

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

Sophocles' right hand leaves Vladimir's shoulder.

"Crane—"

He bent down to Annan and bowed respectfully: "I praise Tianche."

But because that gesture was too respectful, it seemed a bit yin and yang.

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...but Vladimir has vaguely sensed something is wrong.

——Why don’t we sneak attack directly and kill Annan first?

Such a thought came to his mind.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

inappropriate.

Sophocles suddenly appeared here, and he couldn't have just come to watch the play up close.

He could indeed sneak attack Annan without Annan noticing—after all, Annan was just a powerful silver-ranked transcendent. But it was impossible to attack Annan without Sophocles not noticing.

Because Sophocles was the god of murder.

Before figuring out what Sophocles was going to do when he suddenly appeared here... Vladimir didn't intend to take it lightly.

He believed that Annan must have guessed that Sophocles would come suddenly and muddy the water. At this time, they are fair and equal.

Although I don't know what Sophocles came here for.

But Annan knew Sophocles better than Vladimir.

——It is possible that Sophocles made a special trip to watch the play. And it's entirely possible...

Although Annan doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed the half-pope of tragic writers nowadays.

And if it is deduced from the result.

Since the tragedies thought there would be a play to see...

The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly.

He has a bottom line in his heart.

"—Besides that, Vladimir."

Annan looked away from Sophocles, looked back at Vladimir, and announced softly: "You still overlooked one thing.

"I answered one of your questions before. You asked me why the person whose fate was changed by me was not you? I said...

"—Because you betrayed me."

His voice gradually became louder: "And this—"

"It's your fault."

A crisp and soft voice sounded behind Annan.

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

She was wearing a light white skirt without any decorations, with boots on her right leg, pure white stockings, and long white gloves on her arms. Wearing a silver princess crown like thorns on the head, the left eye is closed tightly, and the right eye is a gentle emerald green like water.

She held a heavy law code in both hands, with a serious expression.

"I'm looking."

She pronounced: "I've been watching you, betrayer.

"In front of me, you don't want to hurt Annan at all."

——God of Rebellion, Master of Forgiveness.

The judge of all those who betray the pure goodness and justice, the leader who rebelled against the dark and corrupt way.

The god who was saved by Annan himself.

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

Annan and Vladimir were gazing at each other, each holding a cane or scepter, with light or black mist emanating from their bodies.

Standing behind them respectively, the absolutist and the tragic poet are holding or pinching a book, with serious or smiling expressions.

It's like splitting the world in two.

Miraculous mirror image.

"...a new god created by you."

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

"In other words, she didn't exist in this world until my plan was almost completed."

Not to mention the time when he betrayed back then.

Because it's been too long, because it's too righteous.

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

In other words, he actually had a past of serving others.

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

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

"Your failure is the failure at the very beginning—when you just started trying to rebel against 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 rose slightly: "The final judgment of the traitor is right in front of your eyes. Or...do you want to turn to the light?

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

Facing sinners, the authority of the God of Rebellion is absolute.

The magical ability to discover, stop, and punish traitors... made it impossible for Vladimir, who was a traitor, to escape.

Annan was the one he betrayed.

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 pin my hopes on the stupidity of others. Since I can prepare everything and hold the initiative...then of course I am also ready for another path.

"—that's not some happy path. Nothing good will come out of me, but even so...

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

He said, turning his right hand slightly, as if he was holding something.

The Absolution is a very young new god.

She was born less than two months ago and didn't know many things.

But she also instinctively sensed something was wrong——

【Sentence】

She opened her mouth and spoke words.

【The punishment of beheading】

It wasn't any mortal speech, and it wasn't even certain that there was a sound.

That is the highest "edict".

A command to the whole world.

There was no shadow of a sword, nor could she make any attacking movements.

Vladimir's head suddenly rolled off him.

There is no doubt that he is dead.

The sentence of the absolutist is absolute.

When she chooses not to forgive sins, when the words of forgiveness are silent.

The vitality of the traitor will be wiped out immediately.

--but.

Vladimir's eyes did not close.

That's not death.

His mouth is still talking.

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

"It's like the beginning of an opera. The shotgun that appeared in the past will be fired at the end. There is no turning back for me.

"If this is my fate—then at least let me crush the Crane."

His head rolled to the ground, narrating incessantly.

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

Annan murmured.

Vladimir said calmly: "That's right.

"The power of a great-level spell is to some extent higher than that of the gods. It cannot be used to fight against the gods, let alone allow the holder to gain the power to defeat the gods.

"—However, its existence can make people defeat gods."

Saying so, he raised his right hand.

A black Rubik's cube is spinning.

"Great-level cursed object... Heimameni."