Chapter 217 The Man in the Mirror

Things are somewhat the same as the players expected, but also a little different...

Annan didn't think of a way to turn the rotman in the air upside down, point his head to the ground, and throw him on the ground to throw him to the ground - it means nothing to the rotman.

Rufu was able to escape from a predetermined death before, and Annan could not bet that he could not be resurrected by the same method this time.

Moreover, Annan is still skeptical about how much an attack of this level can have an effect on a great being that is infinitely close to the gods...

Roof wasn't nervous about it either.

Even if Annan suddenly used such a superb negative energy impact, Rufu was a little surprised - he had never taken corresponding countermeasures before. However, this does not cause any particularly meaningful damage to Him, except that the severe pain is a bit unbearable... After all, God is immune to immediate death damage.

I just have to think about it, what kind of circular transformation should be done now to get out...

But he was not worried that Annan would continue to shoot himself upwards.

The sky in this world...isn't that high.

If Annan continued to fly upwards, he would soon surpass the barrier height of Noah's Kingdom and be exposed to the gray fog-at that time, it would be the rotman who would find a way to catch Annan and prevent him from escaping.

When Annan's Sage Stone expires, he will soon lose control and die when exposed to the gray fog.

As a god, he can survive in the gray fog for a long time.

——Like dragging people out of the poisonous circle.

The rotman does not need to kill Annan at all, he can directly pick up the remnants of truth dropped by Annan. And this is Annan's own death-defying attack... Whether it's Sir Silver or Grandma coming to him, Robber has an excuse to deal with it.

If they can't get the evidence, they can't directly attack the rotten and break the agreement.

In order to save power and maintain the sacred mission of enchantment, the free power of the righteous gods is not too much. Almost the oldest, at least the twelve righteous gods from before the first era, although their real power is far superior to the generations of false gods younger than them, they are not so free and can shoot at will without any scruples.

After all, the false gods have no obligation to support the enchantment. Just like people who don't need to be busy with work and study, their combat effectiveness online is extraordinarily powerful.

So in the face of Annan's sudden attack,

The rotman did not resist or break free.

Whether Annan pushes him forward - thus killing a few blocks of people, or pushes him up until he leaves the barrier or Annan stops the spell himself, the rotman won't escape on his own accord.

Unless Annan directly pushes him to the ground, the rotman will consider whether to take the risk of using self-refinement again...

——However, Annan also guessed Roof’s thoughts.

When the rotman flew up almost without resistance, Annan had already guessed the purpose of the rotman.

Therefore, Annan's plans have long since changed-

Annan learns the binding technique he saw from Kaphne.

Some reluctantly controlled the many silver-gray tentacles of light protruding from their body, and gradually wrapped around the rotten body.

Annan is not proficient in grappling, nor does he understand articulation. He also couldn't confirm how to really control the limbs of the rotten...

——But there is a saying that great power produces miracles.

Annan wrapped the more than thirty tentacles protruding from his whole body to the rotten without reservation. The point is to completely wrap and lock each of his fingers, and the other two are responsible for stuffing his mouth.

This is not to control the actions of the rotman.

But now that Annan has lost his exact sense of distance, he can confirm the location of the rotman and his subtle movements through the touch transmitted by the tentacles of light—

Annan withdrew the maintenance of his thoughts like rain.

Even so, the drizzle in the sky did not stop immediately... It was still falling sparsely, but Annan lost that sense of ability.

But that doesn't matter.

He has used those tentacles to confirm the exact location of the rotman.

Then came-

Annan's eyes flashed a silver-gray light trace.

And behind the rotten man, a thick wall of air appeared silently.

That's the stall wall!

The whole body of the rotten fell deeply into the wall of stall.

The speed of his upward flight was greatly reduced in an instant.

But like a pulse, the gray light flow that spreads outward in bursts of Annan is still pushing the rotman upwards.

The two of them were just like this, hanging high in the air with a strange attitude.

As if time stood still—

"—Fuck, it's not Li Lianhua, it's a stand-in messenger!"

"--I got stuck?"

"—Yes, you're stuck."

"—they may be in Euler Euler in a world we can't see..."

"—I have said one by one, I think the tentacle version of Annan is more handsome than the hedgehog version."

"—Nonsense, obviously he is the handsome hedgehog!"

"—Is the lightsaber handsome? Isn't more than 30 lightsabers Jedi plus?"

"—This is obviously the origin of the awakening of the sword bone..."

Annan didn't last long.

The rotman was deep in the stall wall, his fingers were locked by Annan's tentacles, and it took a lot of effort just to move... Plus the never-ending negative energy that gradually shattered his flesh Storm, He began to gradually become restless.

Rufu simply used the wall of stall as a fulcrum behind him, grabbed Annan's tentacles of light, and turned his wrist at a very slow and firm speed, trying to drag Annan towards him.

He finally got really hurt!

This is undoubtedly an exciting fact for Annan.

But before Annan was dragged too close, he felt the blood leaching from the rotten man's body, and there was an extremely strong aroma of citrus mixed with lemon.

This aroma made the rotten man in front of Annan's eyes suddenly slow down.

- No, this is not an illusion.

This aroma has indeed greatly increased Annan's perception ability... Annan opened his panel and saw that his perception attribute was rising at a terrifying speed per second.

But Annan soon realized that something was wrong.

The world in front of him became slower and slower, even more and more still.

In the end, the whole world in front of Annan fell into near complete stillness. He could clearly feel his presence, but it was extremely difficult for Annan to move even one of his own fingers - he had to use all his strength and continuous force to make this extremely clumsy movement seem coherent. Otherwise, the thought of "raising your finger" in his mind will only exist for a moment and then disappear without a trace.

……What's this?

Gold experience or superhuman medicine?

Annan's thinking became very clear and very active.

But in front of his eyes, the whole world is completely still...

——This is Roof’s life-saving trump card?

Annan finally realized that Roof's fighting thoughts.

He is almost the exact opposite of Duke Bone.

He does not believe in the deterrent power of "fear", "restraint", "despair"... but uses the desires in people's hearts to control people.

He seduces mortals with true immortality and rebirth, rather than threatening them with death; He tires with sleepy, relaxing aromas, not dizziness with stench; He uses warm and ambiguous touch and lightness. Caress to obscure one's perception, not pain.

Even if He can do these things, the rotten man is more willing to follow people's original desires...

Like this -- the ability to speed up thinking.

Too much.

It can still be poison.

After Annan figured out everything, the outside world remained unchanged.

He could only rely on his last willpower-through a long and continuous mind control, to cancel his tentacles of light, sword of light, and "reject the living" with difficulty.

Maintaining the wall of stall, Annan is in a very slow, very slow downward free fall in the long and endless world.

And Annan just stared at the rotten with wide eyes.

In his mind, he sketched the appearance of a rotman side by side, and kept it in his heart.

Then Annan analyzed all the decisions he made after he came to this world several times in his mind.

after--

Annan completely immersed his will in his body, feeling the power of the "truth level" and how the elements burned and burst out of his soul...

Annan didn't know how much time had passed.

But when he woke up suddenly, it seemed like he had experienced an extremely long dream.

When Annan's consciousness was vaguely awake, he heard Sir Silver's loud and cheerful voice that was not harsh at all.

"...You lose, Roof. The god of mirrors and clocks is born, stop."

"But our contract still has to be fulfilled, because I didn't stop you just now, so your believers belong to me - you won't want to default, right?"

"...Of course not."

Roof made a low voice.

Annan opened his eyes and found that his vision, hearing, touch and sense of time had returned to normal.

It should be Silver Sir's treatment.

At this time, Sir Silver was holding himself in his arms - the Rotman was standing in front of him.

Rufu also stared at Annan, as if to remember him.

Annan glared back bluntly.

—I remember you too, dead eunuch.

Although Annan couldn't feel restlessness, loneliness and fear, so he didn't go completely crazy in that world... But the eternally stagnant world still made him fresh in his memory.

Ever since Annan came to this world - Rufu was the first person who really hurt Annan.

It also made Annan calm down again...

Realize that it is not that you can act recklessly without feeling negative emotions and pain... the first mentor.

With the last loud cry of a baby.

As a "mirror" rotman, his body suddenly froze, and his whole body shattered and disintegrated.

Because the seat of the "mirror" will no longer be empty after today—

The old, dead mortal Michelangelo Buonaro,

The current, born new god Michel Notedum.

He knew what was going on outside, even before he was born.

So the first thing he did after he took hold of the power was to deprive the rotman of the right to use the mirror image and kick him back.

Sir Silver puts Annan down.

Countless silver threads stretched from his cuffs, instantly weaving a silver-white robe for Annan who had changed back to his original shape, and blocked the eyes behind him and put it on for Annan himself.

"You did a great job, Annan."

Sir Silver patted his head a little worriedly and proudly, then crouched down and said in a low voice, "I'll talk to you later..."

With that, Sir Silver turned his head and looked at the mansion.

"My new colleagues-"

He uttered a loud and cheerful voice: "Our god of mirrors and clocks!

"—What should this world call you?"

After a very brief pause.

A strange voice resembling an old man and a baby resounded in the room:

"The man in the mirror," He said, "from now on, I am the man in the mirror."