Chapter 429 Complicity Is Also an Accomplice

It is completely different from Annan who was confused about the future when he met the faceless poet for the first time.

Today's Annan is confident and calm.

He clearly saw the fate of the past and the future.

They meet at one's own feet - as the proverb says, destiny is the rut of a heavenly cart.

— Only he has no option to retreat.

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

Seeing the bright light in Annan's eyes now, the faceless poet was overjoyed.

"Brilliant! So--well, buddy!"

Her voice was a little higher again, even the trembling Salvatore's ears were rumbling and his brain was trembling: "I will always watch you!"

"...I had a question last time."

Annan suddenly said: "Why do you call me a 'partner'? Maybe I have forgotten a very important memory... We were very good friends before?"

"We're not friends. But we're fellow travelers."

The Faceless Poet said without any hesitation: "We originate from one place and walk in the same direction—we are not friends, nor are we 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 that there would be no answer to this question. Since the Faceless Poet has already said this, she will not answer this question further.

It seemed to be aware of what Annan was thinking.

The corners of the faceless poet's mouth widened.

Like a ghost in a cartoon—her mouth opened exaggeratedly, showing 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...huh?!"

Annan just nodded.

He suddenly realized that something had crashed into his head.

That was a very slight bump.

If you want to describe it, it's like being hit on your forehead by a ping-pong ball. Annan felt something suddenly added to his mind...

— That's intelligence.

He quickly realized what it was.

Annan concentrated his attention and saw Nicholas II.

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

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

Annan reacted quickly.

This is... a memory belonging to the Faceless Poet?

Why did the faceless poet have... a certain appetite for Nicholas II?

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

But he didn't dwell 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 that's been soaked with blood and covered.

An extremely 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 thirty of them—the limbs are all incomplete, but they are not brutally severed, but dissected corpses where fat layers and layers of muscles can be seen.

Those extremely beautiful butterflies, as light as crystals and as if they would shatter at the touch of a touch, landed on these corpses.

As they sucked blood, the crystal butterfly wings behind them gradually changed from pink to dark red. On the corpse, a symbol similar to "infinity" appeared.

And Nicholas II was very serious, took out an extremely thin transparent leaf that looked like a maple leaf, and pressed it towards a fresh corpse that was still hot.

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

Annan quickly realized what he was doing.

— Nicholas II collecting human nerves.

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

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"He is...

"Create artificial humans from scratch?"

Annan did not forget that in the memory of Nicholas II, all the knowledge about the artificial man was deleted by the gods.

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

But he returned to this path... Without anyone to guide him, and no one to mislead him, he didn't know what kind of madness Nicholas II had gone into, so he returned to "artificial human technology" direction!

Moreover, those corpses are all fresh.

Although I don't know where Nicholas II got them... But the time they exist, even with the enchantment for insurance, is at most three days.

And considering that Annan arrived at Noah just yesterday.

He may have started the experiment again from yesterday! And now he has even finished sampling... His experiments are progressing extremely fast!

If Annan didn't realize him, he might be 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 is very large, at least more than forty people.

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

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

——The crimson liquid is exactly the liquid Philosopher's Stone.

Philip and these children seem to be used for another experiment...or, it may also be used as materials for experiments or rituals.

"That's what's happening right now."

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

"Stop him immediately? Or... wait for his experiment to end first?

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

Whispers like a demon.

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

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

And Annan subconsciously tightened the coat that belonged to Salvatore, and said without hesitation: "Do you still need to ask?"

The light in his eyes is as bright as ever:

"—Of course I went to save people!

"I saw Blood Butterfly, he must be in 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, stretching out his hands into the void.

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

——The boss is about to open again!

Annan's answer stunned the faceless poet.

As if she hadn't expected such an answer at all, she stared at Annan silently and in a daze.

It was as if he saw something through Annan.

"...Since 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."

With a snap, Annan raised his right hand and patted the faceless poet's raised hand vigorously.

"nature."

He replied as a matter of course.

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

It was a colloidal body that could only be described as "colorful black".

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

Viscous and muddy noises, as if countless voices were chirping at the same time, sounded from all directions.

The black silt naturally dissipated in all the gaps.

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