Nothing like the utterly overwhelming, spine-tingling feeling of looking at two false gods.
When Annan looked at Sir Silver, he didn't feel the slightest fear, panic, or reverence.
Even if he looked directly at the gods, Annan's thinking was completely normal. Even intuition is completely without warning.
If he hadn't watched Sir Silver walk out of the beam of light, Annan would have thought that he was just an ordinary young man next door. Sir Silver's appearance can only be regarded as clean and handsome, without the almost inhuman and unnatural sense of beauty of a rotten man.
Sir Silver didn't even have that extraordinary sense of incongruity with the world—the sense of being out of tune with the world that one can always notice at a glance...or, in other words, the feeling of being always in the center of the crowd , Even if you don't look at him, you will be vaguely aware of the momentum.
This sense of abnormality is most clear in false gods.
Annan could feel a chill down his spine when he was still one street away from the bone bone man; before the rotting man appeared, he would feel a strong panic.
Players and Salvatore can't even look directly at the two false gods...
But they were able to look at Sir Silver very naturally, as if there was no such pressure at all.
Seeing the appearance of Sir Silver, the two false gods bowed their heads to the cheerful young man wearing a monocle at the same time:
"I wish you well, Silver Lord."
"I salute you, Sir Silver!"
The rotten man made a solid salute to Sir Silver.
Then he raised his head and asked respectfully: "I don't know why you appear here..."
"I saw that the new god was born, so he will come naturally."
Sir Silver smiled, his voice was loud and clear, and he could naturally give people a good impression: "It's the two of you, why are you fighting in my kingdom?"
His voice was like a lecturer, like a parent, like a king.
Not impassioned, just crystal clear, without timidity, and without harshness.
"We have no quarrel, my lord Silver."
On the contrary, the rotting man who took the initiative to attack was the first to explain: "I just responded to the call of my disciples... I came here as a mirror image."
"My deal with the old grandmother brought me here with the whelp."
Mr. Bones simply replied: "He asked me to protect the descendants of Frost Whisper... You are the witness of all transactions. I know that this statement is true."
"Ok, I know."
Sir Silver nodded: "I heard that a few days ago."
Then he looked at the rotten man, and said very simply: "You go, rotten man.
"I have already made a covenant for this country. In the land of trade, the gods are forbidden to fight each other because of their selfish desires."
Following Sir Silver's voice fell.
The two false gods suddenly seemed to be hit hard by an invisible object, shaking their bodies and taking a few steps back, their aura was suppressed to the extent that they could not affect the players.
"I didn't intend to start a fight, Silver Lord. I also apologize to the rotten man for calling him by his first name."
Without any nostalgia, Mr. Gu Gu respectfully saluted Yin Jue: "Since you have come, I should go back."
After all, His body shook and gradually shattered. It turned into countless bones and dissipated in the earth, like snowflakes falling on the ground.
As for the rotting man's body, there were cracks all over it at some point, but it still maintained a complete shape. Like bulletproof glass that has been slammed.
His face was a little fuzzy, the fragrance on his body was wiped off, and there was a little noise like an electric wheat in his soft voice: "Master Yinjue, I..."
"Hufu, I still suggest you leave here immediately."
Sir Silver's voice was clear and loud, and he interrupted the rotten man neatly: "The Book of Skycart will not be given to you, you should find another way."
Hearing this, Annan was slightly startled.
But the rotten man was silent.
Sir Silver glanced at him, and said calmly: "I don't care about Henry's problem, it's not that I support you to become a god. It's because you only let your believers induce him before - I never care about the affairs of the mortal world.
"If you have the ability, let your believers go to deceive little Henry to complete the ceremony. I will never stop it. I have always been willing to gamble and admit defeat, and the business will naturally win or lose... As long as you don't make a move, I won't make a move, which is very 'fair'.
"You want Annan's Book of Skycart, that's fine. Let your followers come and get it, you can't sell it. If you touch him, I'll touch you—and no matter if you break my rules...Annan is my silver knight.
"Are you trying to kill the Silver Knight whom I personally blessed in front of my face, huh?"
Sir Silver snorted softly.
He still didn't look angry, just smiling and making money with kindness.
But the rotten man just lowered his head, not daring to look at An Nan again.
"I'd like to remind you again, rotten husband. It's because you are willing to save face as a little boss and abide by my rules on my site... This sentence is a gift, and there is no charge."
Sir Silver glanced at the rotten husband, and said casually: "The situation at Lin Dong's house is different from our "King" here, this is just our chosen spokesperson, but there is the blood heir of the old grandmother.
"Grandmother attaches great importance to blood kinship. After all, dragon blood is thin in this era. And you dare to murder her digital heirs while she is sleeping... If I were you, I would never step into the snow and freeze again." half step.
"Don't disturb the Sleeping Dragon, my friend. It may be too late for your body to run away now. Either go to the south and ask Yaweng if he will take you in, or go underground and return to your hometown.
"If you don't go...you won't be able to run when the snow really falls this year."
Sir Silver said with a smile.
Looking at Sir Silver standing in front of Annan, the rotting man remained silent.
Listening to the crying of the baby in the sky became louder and louder, and the number of times it sounded more and more.
The rotting man thought for a long time, and finally said in a soft voice: "Sir Silver, I have no intention of provoking a civil war among the gods. But Michelangelo has not yet fully sublimated, and he is still a mortal...
"You are not involved in the battles among mortals, but there is no rule prohibiting other gods from punishing mortals, right? Besides, you don't know this new god at all, and he has never obtained your imprint.
"If you want a reason... Michelangelo killed my followers more than 20 years ago. I don't think this should violate your taboo?"
The rotten man bowed his head respectfully and said, "I won't end in person either. Michelangelo has an immortal golden soul, and now he has half a foot into eternity. And I only send a silver-ranked Unsullied to take revenge... This should be considered 'fair', right?"
The smile on Yinjue's face gradually narrowed: "It is indeed not against my taboo. It is indeed fair."
His voice was a little colder, but it was still very clear: "Have you thought about it?"
"Think it over, my lord."
The rotten man smiled and bowed to Yin Jue: "Even if you deport all my believers in your territory tomorrow—or even hang them directly, I won't say anything."
"Is this the deal you initiated to me?"
Sir Silver asked in confirmation.
The rotten man replied affirmatively, "Yes."
Sir Silver nodded slowly.
He took a deep look at the rotten man, and reconfirmed: "You use the lives of all 17,648 believers who stayed in Noah's Kingdom on December 14, 1503, to initiate a deal with me. , in exchange for me no longer interfering with you, on December 14, 1503, at Rosberg, North Sea Territory of the Kingdom of Noah, to the newly reincarnated 'Michelangelo Buonaro', namely the newly born 'Michelle Noah Tedham's Revenge—Are you sure?"
"confirm."
The rotten man replied without thinking: "It's you and Mr. Bones, neither can interfere with me."
"Then I agree."
Sir Silver said slowly, looking at the rotten man more and more coldly: "But before the contract begins to be performed, I also want to make a statement to you-although I don't interfere in this matter, if Michelangelo succeeds in becoming a god, you will Do not attack him again."
"As long as you don't find other gods to stop me."
The rotten man replied with a smile.
"Wait a minute, Lord Silver. I have one more question about this contract."
At this moment, Annan suddenly spoke.
He watched for a long time, and had a general understanding of Sir Silver's character.
Sir Silver looked down at Annan, with a bright smile on his face again.
The rotten man obviously offended him. He is also happy to delay the rotten man's time - I hope Michelangelo can be faster.
He pinched Annan's cheek, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked softly, "What's your problem, my little knight?"
"If I use this bottle of Philosopher's Stone..."
Annan asked without hesitation: "Can you stop Mr. Rotten's projection in a short time?"
Although I don't know why the rotten man wanted to interrupt Michelangelo's ceremony so much...
But there is a saying that the more the enemy wants, the less he can give him.
The ritual of the rotten man is stuck, and he must ask for the Book of Heavenly Carriage—he obviously wants Annan's life.
It is even possible that Annan was murdered by him before and forced to throw himself into the sea.
If the wish of the rotten husband is fulfilled, I don't know what benefits he can get.
Then Annan naturally couldn't make him feel comfortable.
And if Annan successfully stopped the rotten man this time... As Sir Silver said before, all the followers of the rotten man must be traded to Sir Silver.
Because, as Sir Silver said before, in the transaction contract, He only mentioned the item that "Sir Silver and the bones are not obstructed".
Annan found that Sir Silver didn't seem very happy watching the rotten man.
So I had a bold idea.
This is not the body of the rotten man, but his mirror image.
I have the Book of Celestial Chariots... so after I take the Philosopher's Stone, I will enter the rank of truth instead of the rank of gold.
—So, can I delay the rotten husband for another three minutes
You don't even need to stop him for three minutes... Just asking this question and waiting for Yin Jue to answer it can delay the rotten man for some time.
And if Michelangelo needed far more than three minutes, Yinjue might have stopped Annan too.
But in any case, there are not many opportunities to have a true god by his side to fight against the gods directly.
My parents were right there—even the boss who looked at you badly.
You hit me instead? You hit me hard
Hearing this, Sir Silver was stunned for a moment, and looked at Annan again in surprise.
Immediately, Sir Silver patted Annan on the shoulder with a smile, and looked at Annan with more kind eyes: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have become much braver, Annan. The old grandmother will be proud of you... If you can succeed, the mirror and The clock god will also owe you a big favor. I will guarantee this matter, and he will not be able to deny it.
"Give it a try—with any luck, you do have some chance of winning.
"Hufu, you have to agree."