Chapter 456 [Fate]

With the sublime false body emerges.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed—if a caricature-like expression was used, Annan would only be left with white lines. Everything around turned into a cloudy gray-black.

resentment. fear. despair.

Curse. cry. weep with grief.

At the moment when he was immersed in the rapidly expanding gray-black field, many noisy whispers appeared in Annan's ears at the same time. It was as if those complicated feelings were reflected in Annan's heart.

but--

Can't hear. Can't hear at all.

Because there were too many voices, too mixed...every voice tried its best to express something, but Annan couldn't hear anything.

The next moment, Annan woke up suddenly.

The surrounding gray-black world suddenly and silently shattered.

But that was not crushed by Annan's power...but was actively terminated.

Only then did Annan realize that at some point, his body was already covered with deep and visible scars.

His fluorescent blood flooded his whole body in the blink of an eye, directly dyeing the white robe he had just acquired red.

It's like being pierced by a sharp knife edge.

Although the shape of the wound is very similar, it is not a "stab wound".

— but "split."

Even if Annan has been actinized, ordinary blades can't hurt Annan at all... But these wounds still emerge on Annan's body,

The white robe on his body was not even torn off, nor was it scratched.

It's like a tattoo sticker soaked in water, transferring the pattern on the skin. These wounds appeared on Annan's body out of thin air, and directly caused huge injuries to Annan.

【Health: 65%】

Just a random strike from the hand easily took away one-third of Annan's life.

This is even considered the other party's mercy...

If not, he only needs to target Annan's heart, brain or the light wings on his back - this is Annan's current weakness.

Annan clenched the three sirens with an ugly expression, and took a step back.

Three steps away in front of him, everything was covered by the gray-black domain.

Plants become withered and withered, and the sun is dimmed. Fragments like pure black catkins floated in the air.

The withered plants look like ghosts, hideously like demons in the dark and dark gray field, and the air is full of despair.

...Is this really...the element of suffering?

Annan was a little skeptical for a moment.

He also saw the Crucifixion.

Although the attacks were all based on "their own wounds"... But the sublime false body of Vladimir the winter defiant made Annan think of the god of memory and despair called "Greysmith".

Annan did not use magic to heal himself.

After actinization, the light from the blood oozing from those wounds became brighter—it wasn't the squirming granulation, but the light that could glue the body together. His health is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Vladimir, who just attacked without hesitation, did not continue to expand the element field and pursue it.

Instead, just like at the beginning, holding a cane, he stood unhurriedly and looked at Annan calmly.

"Why—"

Annan asked in a low voice.

He didn't ask anything specifically, he just expressed his doubts.

Because there are too many things he doesn't understand.

From the very beginning, when Annan learned of Vladimir's existence... he felt that this person was full of fog.

Why did he defect - this question, Annan has already got the answer.

but……

How the hell did he know about worms? Why did he have to go looking for worms? What is he trying to worship the worm?

At that time in the Grand Duke's Mansion, he clearly had the upper hand, why did he suddenly escape?

And why is it now that he rushed out and dragged Annan to the wilderness, and launched an attack without saying a word?

After he used his elemental power to easily injure Annan, why did he stop where he was and not pursue him?

——Only Vladimir's behavior pattern, Annan could not understand.

He is like a lunatic, unpredictable.

...Maybe he really is a lunatic too.

"Why?"

Hearing Annan's question, Vladimir chuckled lightly: "Your Majesty, not everything in this world must have a reason.

"If you have to say it... I think you must know that sentence.

"——Fate is the rut of the heavenly chariot."

"...I've heard that before."

Annan asked quietly: "But, what do you want to express?

"There's only us here. If you have anything to say... you can already say it here."

Attacking himself suddenly, but not chasing after him while he was healing...

This is hoping that Annan will not interrupt the next topic?

It's okay to listen to what he said.

After chatting for a while, all the injuries on his body were healed.

No matter what Vladimir wants to do, in short, he must first ensure that his state is at its peak... It is definitely much better than forcibly fighting the opponent when his state is not healthy.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time."

From the mouth of Vladimir the winter defiant, a deep and icy voice sounded: "What is destiny...?"

But what surprised Annan was that his voice gradually began to become younger... just like the face of the Winter Reverser at the moment.

His moonstone-like gradient light blue pupils have not changed at all from his tall and straight back.

But on his face... the face covered with centipede-like scars is gradually becoming younger.

The scars on his face were all scars that appeared after leaving Annan. As they gradually faded, the sunken flesh and blood on his face gradually filled up, and the dry skin gradually returned to life.

And the world around them became even more desolate.

Sixty or seventy years old, forty or fifty years old, thirty or forty years old...

In the end, Vladimir's appearance stayed in his early thirties.

——Rejuvenation.

"destiny."

A deep and rhythmic voice sounded.

It was a voice reminiscent of the man who had a particular preference for blue-eyed white dragons.

From the old man exuding a decadent aura, to the thirty-year-old Vladimir, he opened his jewel-like pupils and stared at Annan, as if sneering at something: "Who made the rules, there will be things that cannot be changed." What about fate?

"I never believe in fate. If fate really exists, it should never be the only way to change the established fate.

"Because if this is the case—then as long as I control the sky train and let the sky train change the fate, wouldn't it mean that I changed the fate with my own hands?"

Annan was silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He always felt that Vladimir hadn't finished speaking.

"Humph."

Vladimir, who had become young again, showed a cold smile: "Your Majesty, who has been expected by the gods to become a god since birth, must not understand.

"Your Majesty, when you were three years old...an old ritual master who was captured by me and known for predicting fate once performed a divination for me.

"He said... I will make Winter strong, I will kill the young master I once served. And... I will eventually become the nourishment of Tianche."

Vladimir said calmly: "Of course, I am not afraid of death.

"Because death is death, everyone dies, and I am no exception. As for why I die and what my death will bring, I don't care.

"That happened after my death. I have closed my eyes and felt ignorant. What my death brought, and what I buried, is just to comfort me, my relatives and friends who are about to lose their sanity. Just something."

The meaning of death—is but a foolish and illusory thing.

The Winter Reverser sneered: "But coincidentally, I have no relatives, nor any friends. I don't care about these myself.

"What I'm curious about is...he won't live in the future at all, so the 'fate' he encountered has nothing to do with the principle of the prophetic spell. How did he see me—fate?

"So I tortured him. Without knowing me or understanding me, he explained my fate line so far. To my surprise, all this is very consistent with my experience.

"I asked him to predict other people, and the result was equally accurate. Whether it is the past or the future... it seems that there are traces to follow.

"Then, I think——Is the life I have experienced so far, everything that happened from the past to the future, has it been pre-set? Whether a certain great-level curse has already written down my life from birth. Life to death?

"—Even the moment when I questioned it, was it already predetermined?"