Things are a little bit as the players expected, but a little bit different...
Annan didn't turn the rotting man upside down and throw him to the ground with an earth-thrower - that would make no sense to the rot.
The rotting man was able to escape from the predetermined death before, and Annan couldn't bet that he couldn't be resurrected by the same method this time.
Moreover, Annan still has too many doubts about how much effect this level of attack can have on a great being that is infinitely close to a god...
The rotten man didn't feel nervous about it either.
Even though Annan suddenly used such a superb negative energy impact, he was a little surprised—he didn't take corresponding countermeasures at all. However, this did not cause any meaningful harm to him, except that the severe pain was a bit unbearable... After all, gods are immune to instant death damage.
I just have to think about it, what cycle of transformation should I do now to get out...
But he was not worried that Annan would continue to knock him upwards.
The sky in this world... is not that high.
If Annan continues to fly upwards, he will soon exceed the barrier height of Noah's Kingdom and be exposed to the gray mist. At that time, it will be the rotten man who will find a way to catch Annan and prevent him from escaping.
When Annan's Philosopher's Stone fails, he will die out of control soon after being exposed to the gray mist.
But as a god, he can survive in the gray mist for quite a long time.
— It's like dragging people out of the drug ring.
The rotten man can directly pick up the fragments of truth that fell from Annan's body without killing Annan. And this is an attack launched by Annan himself... Whether it is Sir Silver or the old grandmother who comes to the door, the rotting man can have an excuse to deal with it.
Without evidence, it is impossible for them to attack the rotting man directly and break the agreement.
In order to save power and maintain the barrier, the twelve righteous gods who are almost the oldest, at least from before the first era, although their power is far superior to the false gods who are younger than them, they are not so free to shoot at will.
False gods have no obligation to support the barrier... just like people who don't need to be busy with work and study, their combat effectiveness on the Internet is extraordinarily powerful.
So in the face of Annan's sudden attack, the rotting man did not resist, nor did he break free.
Whether Annan pushes him forward—thus killing a few streets of people, or pushes him up until he leaves the barrier or Annan stops the spell himself, the rotting man will not voluntarily escape.
Unless Annan directly pushes him to the ground, the rotting man will consider whether to take the risk of using self-refinement again...
—However, Annan also guessed the idea of the rotten man.
Annan had already guessed the purpose of the rotten man when he was flying upwards with almost no resistance.
Therefore, Annan's plan has long since changed—
Annan learned the bundling techniques he saw from Cafney.
Some reluctantly controlled the many silver-gray tentacles of light protruding from his body, and gradually wrapped around the rotting man.
Annan is not proficient in grappling, nor does he understand joint skills. He also couldn't confirm how to really control the rotting man's limbs...
— But there is a saying that vigorous efforts produce miracles.
Annan wrapped more than thirty tentacles sticking out of his body towards the rotten man without reservation. Especially the point is to completely wrap each of His fingers, and two to gag His mouth.
This is not to control the actions of the rotten man.
But now that Annan has lost the exact sense of distance, he can confirm the location of the rotten man and his subtle movements through the tactile sensation transmitted by the tentacles of light—
Annan revoked the maintenance of the rain of thoughts.
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's okay too.
He has used those tentacles to confirm the specific location of the rotten man.
Immediately after-
A silver-gray light flashed in Annan's eyes.
And behind the rotting man, a thick wall of Qi emerged silently.
That's the stall wall!
Rotten's whole body fell deeply into the stall wall.
The speed of his upward flight was greatly reduced in an instant.
However, like pulses, Annan's gray stream of light spread out in bursts, but it was still pushing the rotting man upwards.
The two of them were like this, hanging high in the air with a strange posture.
As if time stood still—
"—Holy shit, it's not Li Lianhua, it's the stand-in messenger!"
"-I got stuck?"
"—yes, you're stuck."
"—they may be ulling in worlds 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, he's obviously the hedgehog version of handsome!"
"Is the lightsaber handsome? Isn't more than thirty lightsabers Jedi plus?"
"—This is obviously the origin of the sword bone awakening..."
Annan didn't last long.
The rotting man was trapped in the wall of stall, his fingers were locked by Annan's tentacles, and it took a lot of strength to move... plus the never-ending negative energy storm that gradually shattered his flesh and blood , He began to gradually become agitated.
The rotting man simply used the stall wall as a fulcrum behind him, grabbed Annan's light tentacles, and turned his wrist at an extremely slow and firm speed, trying to drag Annan towards him.
He was finally really hurt!
This is undoubtedly an exciting fact for Annan.
But before Annan was dragged too close, he felt the blood soaking from the rotten man's body, and there was an extremely strong aroma of citrus mixed with lemon.
This fragrance made the rotten man in front of Annan's eyes suddenly slow down.
— No, this is not an illusion.
This fragrance did greatly increase Annan's perception ability... Annan opened his panel, and saw that his perception attribute was increasing rapidly at a terrifying rate of one point per second.
But soon Annan realized something was wrong.
The world in front of him became slower and slower, and even gradually became static.
In the end, the whole world in front of Annan's eyes fell into a near complete stillness. He could clearly feel his own existence, but it became extremely difficult for Annan to even move one of his fingers—he had to use all his strength and continuous force to make this extremely clumsy movement appear coherent. Otherwise, the thought of "lifting your finger" in his mind will only exist for a moment and then disappear without a trace.
… What's this
Golden experience or superhuman drug
Annan's thinking became very clear and extremely active.
But before his eyes, the whole world was completely still...
— This is the rotten man's life-saving card
Annan finally realized the fighting ideas of the rotten man.
He is almost the exact opposite of Skeletal Lord.
He does not believe in the deterrent power of "fear", "constraint", and "despair"... but uses the desires in people's hearts to control people.
He tempts mortals with true immortality and rebirth, not death; Caress covers people's perception instead of using severe pain.
Even though He can do all these things, the rotting man is more willing to follow the human desire...
Like this—the ability to speed up thinking.
Too much is too late.
It can still be poison.
After Annan figured everything out, the outside world still didn't change.
He could only rely on his last willpower—through a long, continuous mind control, to cancel his tentacles of light, sword of light, and "reject the living" with difficulty.
Maintaining the stall wall, Annan fell freely and extremely slowly downward in the long and endless world.
And Annan just stared at the rotten man with wide eyes.
He sketched out the appearance of the rotting man side by side in his heart, and kept it in his heart.
Then Annan analyzed in his mind several times all the decisions he had made since he came to this world.
after-
Annan completely immersed his will in his body, feeling the power of the "order of truth" and how the elements burn and burst out from the soul...
Annan didn't know how much time had passed.
But when he woke up suddenly, it seemed as if he had experienced an extremely long dream.
When Annan woke up vaguely, he heard the loud and cheerful voice of Sir Silver.
"...you lost, rotten man. The god of mirrors and clocks is born, you stop."
"But our contract still has to be fulfilled, because I didn't stop you just now, so your believer belongs to me—you don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"
"...Of course not."
The rotten man 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 moment, Sir Silver was hugging himself with both hands—the rotting man was standing in front of him.
The rotting man also stared at Annan, as if he wanted to remember him.
Annan stared back unceremoniously.
—I remember you too, dead eunuch.
Although Annan couldn't feel anxiety, loneliness and fear, so he didn't go completely crazy in that world... But the eternally stagnant world still made his memory fresh.
Ever since Annan came to this world—the rotting man was the first person who really hurt Annan.
It also made Annan calm down again...
Realize that it is not the first mentor who can act without scruples without feeling negative emotions and experiencing pain.
With the last loud cry of the baby sounded.
As a "mirror image", the rotting man's body suddenly froze and his whole body shattered and disintegrated.
Because the seat of the "mirror" will no longer be empty after today—
Michelangelo Buonaro, past, old and dead mortal,
The current, born new god Michel Noterdamm.
He knows what's going on outside even though he hasn't been born yet.
So the first thing he did after he seized the authority was to deprive the rotting man of the permission to use the mirror image and kick him back.
Sir Silver put Annan down.
Countless silver threads extended from his cuffs, instantly woven a silver-white robe for Annan who had returned to his original form, and put it on for Annan himself, blocking the eyes behind him.
"You are doing well, Annan."
Sir Silver patted his head with some worry and pride, knelt down and said in a low voice, "I'll talk to you later..."
With that said, 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 that looked like an old man or a baby sounded in the room:
"The Man in the Mirror," He said, "From now on, I am 'the Man in the Mirror.'"