Chapter 416 The Guardian of Winter

This exquisite fighting technique...

If Annan had just crossed over... or could have grasped it when he had just awakened his memory, let alone a robber or a private soldier.

It is not a problem for Annan to play ten.

He didn't even realize that Frost Swordsmanship could actually stick to and drag the opponent's weapon - he still didn't understand it, Dmitri's feet were icy like Esmeralda-style blood freezing. The technique, in the end is how to play out.

First of all, let's be clear, Dmitri is not extraordinary at all.

That is to say... this is completely within the category of "technology", just like frost swordsmanship. Not an application of supernatural powers.

Moreover, this extremely smooth swordsmanship and kicking.

Annan can be sure that even an ordinary silver-level extraordinary person... If he is not the one who is particularly proficient in combat, I am afraid that he will not be able to beat Dmitri in close combat.

It's even just a one-handed sword.

And it was a one-handed sword with no balance hand, no crossbow or shield, just a hand in his pocket.

Suddenly, Annan noticed that he had been observing his younger self and Dmitry for a little longer.

Annan's heart suddenly tightened, and he asked the old man in a low voice as if nothing had happened:

"—Is that the Archduke of Winter?"

"That's His Highness Dmitry."

The old man replied calmly and without emotion: "Next to him is His Highness Annan."

"I can……"

"--Can't."

Without waiting for Annan to speak, the old man indifferently refused: "After you pass the wolf kiss ceremony alive, you will naturally get to know your Royal Highnesses."

Hearing the old man's voice, Dmitry turned around.

His long, pure black hair fell to his waist - but in a subtly different way from Noah's time, Dmitri now has his hair in a braid.

But he was just as clean, with no trace of dirt and dust to be seen. The serious expression that was always frowning was the same as Annan's previous impressions.

He glanced at the current werewolf, Annan, without saying anything or asking her name.

Just turned around and looked at the old man.

"Is this the one who traversed the blizzard?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The old man nodded.

He didn't salut like Dmitri, didn't say any honorifics or say hello, he just replied calmly: "If it's all right, I'll take her for a 'wolf kiss'."

"Go."

Dmitri frowned and nodded slightly.

The young Annan on the side also looked over calmly, and Annan just happened to look over.

For a moment, the four eyes met.

For some reason, An Nan was being watched by "himself", but he felt a chill in his heart.

Annan held his breath.

The seemingly weak body is unexpectedly divine.

It was reminiscent of the gods...indifferent and clear gaze.

Others may not realize it... I'm afraid they will think that it is a well-behaved appearance of "seriously and quietly listening".

This is something only Annan himself can perceive.

It wasn't the look he had ever seen.

It is absolutely impossible to have the demeanor that Annan would have.

——Only at this moment, Annan completely realized.

Even if they also inherited the memories from Earth... but the self before and after the memory loss is really two completely different people.

Heart of Winter has a huge impact on personality.

They may have the same knowledge and the same soul in their bones.

But whether the Heart of Winter is reversed or not can really determine his mode of action.

If the current Annan looks like a fearless "brave", then last week's Annan looked like a "devil king" without blood and tears.

Those are eyes that don't care about life, power, and the world.

Annan has no doubt that such a self... may really be able to destroy the world.

...Is this me who got the Heart of Winter?

It is not that ignorant children inherit this talent, this responsibility,

And let the inborn soul feel that the positive emotions are gradually frozen...

Annan was still a little lost, but he felt his shoulders being held down.

She woke up and followed the old man into the building inside.

"—Bella."

The old and indifferent voice that came from her ears brought her back to reality completely:

"...The fate of the Winter Clan is already very heavy, don't let them remember the names of the dead, and don't let them talk to the dead.

"We are the guardians. We not only protect their bodies, but also their hearts. Since birth, they have not felt all the joy, hope, courage, love in the world... just like the soul from birth. It was chewed by the frost beast all the time.

"Do you understand the pain?"

"...I don't understand, teacher."

Annan was silent for a while, but answered honestly.

She really didn't understand.

But she could vaguely feel... this possibility.

"Of course you don't understand."

The old man said flatly: "But you will soon understand.

"—Why does the Hand of Winter devote allegiance to the Winter Clan? It is because we have tasted the bitterness of despair that we have full respect for them. If you have not experienced it, you will not understand."

With that said, the old man opened the door of a corridor with the ring again.

"Let's go, it's the end."

He finally announced, "Come on, Bella."

Annan noticed that the corridor was dark and deep, with no lights.

The old man took the first step and walked in.

Before being engulfed by the darkness, he turned his head and glanced at Annan indifferently, motioning her to follow.

...is it really at the end?

The more such a warning, the more suspicious Annan became.

She remembered that the old man said... the wolf kiss ceremony may kill people.

This dark corridor is too suspicious.

Will it be halfway through and suddenly attacked by the frost beast that jumped out? Then there's the chase?

Annan was silent for a while, but stepped in.

But right after he walked in.

The door behind him suddenly creaked and closed on its own, making a muffled thud.

The next moment, Annan suddenly felt the world around him, turning scarlet in the blink of an eye——

Familiar feeling.

But this time, I haven't sat down yet...

This sentence just appeared in Annan's mind.

He heard the intermittent screaming, roaring, and crying in his ears, coming from all directions.

Like a TV with a bad signal, the world around you is noisy and jittery.

After a few moments, Annan was in a trance and realized that he had fallen into a long corridor.

The hallway was an exceptionally pure white... reminiscent of a girl's skin.

And at a position about one meter below, it looks like the skin that has been scorched by fire, browned, blackened, twisted, soaked in blood, and even dripping grease can be seen.

At the end of the corridor, there is a large piece of pure red curtain that is four or five meters high. It was also an extremely clean, pure red, just like the walls of the corridor.

Today's Annan has become a middle-aged man dressed as a detective.

He wore a beret and had a pipe in his mouth. He also held a heavy cane with a steel core in his right hand.

"……I see."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and took a breath.

This body's thinking ability is quite good, and it should be a real detective.

It's good to take advantage of the machine to clarify the idea.

——This time, Annan did not trigger the mechanism when he sat down, but fell into the corridor nightmare when he entered the corridor.

In this case, is it the condition of falling into other people's dreams, is the surrounding environment in line with the scene of this nightmare fragment?

Before Annan was pulled by an old man to sit in the front row of the subway - Annan was a nightmare about entering the moment the subway door closed.

The space in front of Annan at that time was almost the same distance from the wall in that "spa room".

It is inferred that the length and thickness of this corridor should also be similar to the real corridor of Winter's house. This is a good verification. As long as there is a way to verify that there is a way to leave the nightmare, you can temporarily write down this conjecture.

The spa room was not very clear before, but seeing this corridor now, Annan can almost conclude that this is by no means something "in memory" of the deceased.

Come to think of it.

They don't have souls at all, how does the dream world pull down the relevant information?

It's just their mental imprint - an abstracted deep fear hidden in a curse, or stored in their brains.

What Denton feared was the spa...so, did he really once have been a psychopath?

And that was after he became a Reaper?

or before?

If we say that these fragmented nightmare fragments are the things that the dead most fear. So it's not surprising that whatever appears in it. Because this is simply counter-logical, a real "nightmare".

"What will it be this time?"

Annan exhaled a ring of smoke and murmured in a low voice, "Fire? Demon? Or what?"

But luckily, unlike the last shard... there's no immediate danger in this place at the start.

He finally checked his status.

100% health, very good.

A dagger, a pistol, six bullets.

No mana pool, not a wizarding class. The muscles are loose, and there is no trace of practicing swordsmanship.

Is it a hunter?

Or a stalker?

Regardless of that, Annan will not know these technologies anyway.

——He only knew that he had three silver coins in his pocket.

"Ah."

The corner of Annan's mouth rose slightly, and he grabbed one of the silver coins without hesitation.

"Salute to the silver coins, Lord Yinjue."

He kissed the silver coin and said in a low voice, "Bless me—"

So Annan no longer hesitated, raised his head and walked forward.