Chapter 431 One-Third of the Hero

At the beginning of the picture, Philip is holding a handful of barbecue and chewing happily.

"I promise that I will not leave any descendants. After my death, I will pass the throne to Kafni. If Your Majesty wants to take my head off, I can give you this opportunity... just give me ten years time is fine."

A sincere and respectful smile appeared on Philip's face.

"...You are escaping."

Annan did not appear in the picture.

But his voice rang very softly in Shisanxiang's ears, and even made him feel a little itchy.

"Your Majesty, I live for myself."

Philip said very clearly: "Even if I run away, I run away with my chest held high and no hesitation—"

Immediately, the screen suddenly changed.

"His Royal Highness Philip... was assassinated last night."

In front of Annan, a man with his head down said slowly in a trembling voice.

Behind Annan, Victor narrowed his eyes slightly.

Annan clenched the three-color scepter in his hand.

"—he can't die."

Annan's calm and indifferent voice sounded offscreen: "It's even more impossible to commit suicide."

In the picture, Annan looked down at the palace, watching the people outside who knew nothing about it walking around like ants.

Annan's voice sounded faintly: "Someone is going to murder him."

Immediately afterwards, a steady voice that Thirteen Xiang had never heard rumbled from beside him:

"Nicholas II hopes to use Philip as a material to activate the possibility of himself as a 'Sky Car'..."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Thirteen Xiang saw a young man with white hair and green eyes appearing in the same place as the soul of the spirit monk Bernardino who had been killed by the players before.

That person should be Nicholas II.

And at this time, Ling Lingseng hadn't obtained the Philosopher's Stone yet... The aura on his body was far less terrifying than when he burned the black tower in the swamp.

——He already knew Nicholas II!

"I promise you."

Nicholas II stared at Bernardino and replied in a low voice.

And Bernardino laughed ho ho, showing a terrifying smile.

Through that smile, Shisanxiang saw the blazing Zedi Black Tower in a trance.

The crackling sound of burning fire rang in my ears like a terrifying auditory hallucination.

After the sound was a little quieter, the burning Zedi Black Tower turned into a bunch of bright candles.

Annan shifted his perspective from the candlelight to Elizabeth's fair and slender hands with many calluses in front of her, and then slowly pulled them up.

Princess Elizabeth said in a deep voice: "According to our investigation, it was a fallen person who killed Philip...

"—and a member of the [Nicholas School]."

"Nicholas II?"

Annan's hurried and puzzled voice sounded.

"It's Nicholas II."

Princess Elizabeth slowly replied: "His real name is... Nicholas Flamel.

"

Annan turned his attention to the candle again.

As the candle became brighter, Darryl's voice from "Old Bread" sounded beside him: "If it's really him, you'd better get ready."

"Caffney said..."

Prince Albert's voice also sounded behind him: "His soul is like a demon."

The next moment, the sound of water droplets dripping suddenly sounded.

The flame was instantly extinguished—the picture seemed to be soaked in blood mist and became blurred.

A blood-colored butterfly danced lightly... A nursery rhyme sung softly by a child, which gave people a little sense of horror, rang in my ears.

As the butterfly landed on the corpse of a child with mutilated limbs, Shisanxiang was startled by his frightened expression.

Under him was a corpse that hadn't yet dried up—and watching him were children in cages.

Old people, young people, children... many corpses are piled together.

That is the "material" that can only be obtained by massacring an entire village.

The blood pooled together like a lake.

Scarlet butterflies danced lightly, bending down to suck the blood that had not yet dried up, like falling cherry blossoms.

And Nicholas II was cutting up a still warm body; Philip's head was soaked in a jar and placed in a container.

Nicholas looked towards the camera as if he had noticed something.

His emerald green pupils became cloudy and indifferent.

As he flicked the scalpel in his hand, blood spattered—as if covering the lens, blurring the world in front of him.

After the screen turned again, the blood stain happened to block the body of the "Faceless Poet". It can only let the players hear the extremely oppressive voice that belongs to the gods.

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

The faceless poet said leisurely: "Then, Annan... what will you do?

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

"Is there even a need to ask?"

Annan responded without hesitation.

The light in his eyes was as bright as ever, and even the blood stains couldn't match the light.

"Of course I went to save people!"

"Are you alone?"

Maria's questioning voice came: "Then you will be alone and helpless!

"No one knows if he has any help—"

"I will never be alone."

Annan's voice came very clearly: "Because someone will always walk with me."

—— Thirteen Xiang held her breath.

He himself is the host of a game information program.

He is more sensitive than ordinary people to things like "promotional videos".

He realized almost immediately... a new boss appeared!

When the Kingdom of Noah was about to return to peace, he broke the balance and assassinated Prince Philip due to his own selfish desires—maybe even directly related to the previous tragedy of the Zedi Black Tower being burned!

A depraved wizard who was judged as "extremely dangerous" by both Cafney and Old Bread slaughtered a village for research...

In fact, there was a certain moment before.

Thirteen Xiang was still thinking—the original purpose was just to save dozens of villagers. In order to save dozens of people for such a "small matter", calling all the players to play the raid... Is it a big deal?

But after hearing Annan's voice, he immediately felt ashamed of his "game consciousness".

Because he reacted - this is not virtual data.

But real people!

There is no need to fight the world-destroying demon king in order to "save the world". It is not just bandits and robbers who destroy a village.

Even if the Demon King just wants to destroy a village—it cannot be ignored because "the number of people saved is too small".

Even if it's just to save the next person!

Just seeing someone in need and being able to actually help - it's impossible to ignore!

It has nothing to do with whether you go with Annan or not.

That is not a "farm" for the benefit of level, experience, equipment, etc.

Just - for justice.

A word that would make your toes tap the floor in embarrassment just by saying it.

A word he had long since disbelieved.

As the subway drew near, Shisanxiang opened her eyes again.

He walked out the gate quickly... first a brisk walk, then a jog, then a full-on run.

——Just like a childhood dream.

He also dreamed of becoming a Superman or a Kamen Rider...to fight to the death with the evil for even one innocent passer-by.

But now, he finally has this opportunity to realize such a dream.

It is not a dream of "suddenly making a fortune" or "living a life without thinking or hard work".

It was an earlier... purer, clearer dream.

—Want to be someone’s hero.

A hero who fights to the death and never backs down just for the sake of justice that even one person's life is sneered at by adults.

Thirteen Xiang ran home at full speed.

He himself was surprised that he could run so fast and breathe so steadily——

Too late to take a shower and order takeaway.

Instead, he plunged headlong into the bed—the soul dived into the river of dreams and flew towards the fog realm.

While waiting for the link, he instantly had the illusion that he was Superman flying to the scene of the incident.

Although the fight here won't really die...

"—But even if I'm a one-third hero, it should be fine!"