Things are a little the same as players expected, but they're also a little different......

Annan didn't try to turn the rotten man upside down and throw him to the ground on the earth - it didn't mean anything to the rotten man.

The rotten man had been able to escape from his predetermined death before, and Annan could not bet that he would not be resurrected in the same way this time.

And Annan was still skeptical about how much an attack of this magnitude would have on a great being who was infinitely close to a god......

The rotten man didn't feel any nervousness about it.

Even if Annan suddenly unleashed such a superb negative energy impact, he was a little surprised—he didn't do anything about it at all. But it didn't hurt Him in any particular way, except that the pain was a little unbearable...... After all, God is immune to death.

I just have to think about what kind of circular transformation should I do now to get out......

But he wasn't worried that Annan would keep sending him flying.

The sky of this world...... It's not that high.

If Annan continues to fly upward, he will soon exceed the height of the barrier of Noah's kingdom and be exposed to the gray fog - at that time, it will be the rotten man who has to find a way to catch Annan and not let him escape.

When Annam's Philosopher's Stone fails, he will soon die uncontrollably when exposed to the gray mist.

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

- It's like dragging people out of the poison circle.

The rotten man didn't need to kill Annan at all, he could directly pick up the fragments of truth that had fallen from Annan's body. And this was Annan's own death-based attack...... Whether Sir Silver or the old grandmother came to the door, the rotten man would have an excuse to deal with it.

If they can't get the evidence, it is impossible for them to directly attack the rotten man and break the agreement.

In order to conserve power to maintain the barrier, the twelve true gods, who are almost the oldest, at least from before the First Age, although far more powerful than the false gods younger than them, are not so free to act at will.

False gods have no obligation to support enchantments...... Just as people who don't need to be busy with work and study, their combat effectiveness online is particularly strong.

Therefore, in the face of Annan's sudden attack, the rotten man did not resist or break free.

Whether Annan pushed him forward—so killing a few streets of people, or pushing him up, until he left the barrier or Annan himself stopped his spells, the rotten man wouldn't escape.

Unless Annan directly pushed him to the ground, the rotten man would consider whether to risk using self-refining again......

- However, Annan also guessed the rotten man's thinking.

When the rotten man was almost without resistance and was carried up by Annan, Annan had already guessed the purpose of the rotten man.

Therefore, Annan's plan has long since changed-

Annan learns the bondage technique he saw from Kaphne.

Some reluctantly controlled the many silver-gray tentacles of light that poked out of their bodies, and gradually wrapped around the rotten man.

Annan is not proficient in grappling, nor does he understand joint skills. He couldn't be sure how he could really control the rotten man's limbs......

- But there is a saying that the power of the miracle is made.

Annan poked out more than 30 tentacles from his whole body, and all of them wrapped around the rotten man without reservation. The emphasis was especially on wrapping each of His fingers completely around Him and two of His mouths.

This is not to control the actions of the rotpers.

But now that Annan has lost his exact sense of distance, he can confirm the location of the rotten man and his subtle movements through the tactile sense transmitted by the tentacles of light-

Annan revoked the maintenance of his mind.

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

But it doesn't matter.

He had used those tentacles to confirm the exact location of the rotten man.

And then there's-

A silver-gray streak of light flashed under Annan's eyes.

And behind the rotten man, a thick wall of qi emerged silently.

That's the Wall of Stals!

The rotten man was deeply trapped inside the stall wall.

The speed at which he was flying upwards was greatly reduced in an instant.

But like a pulse, the gray light stream that spreads outward in bursts of Annan is still pushing the rotten man upward.

The two of them just hung in the air in a strange posture.

It's as if time has stood still—

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

"-I'm stuck?"

"—yes, you're stuck."

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

"- I have to say one by one, I think the tentacle version of Annan is more handsome than the hedgehog version."

"-Nonsense, it's obviously a hedgehog version of handsome!"

"- Is the lightsaber handsome or not? Isn't more than thirty lightsabers a Jedi plus? ”

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

Annan didn't last long.

The rotten man was trapped in the wall of stalls, his fingers locked by Annan's tentacles, and it took a lot of effort just to move...... Coupled with the never-ending storm of negative energy that gradually shattered his flesh and skin, he began to become agitated.

The rotten man 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 but firm speed, trying to drag Annan towards him.

He was finally truly wounded!

This is undoubtedly a fact that excites Annan.

But Annan hadn't been dragged too close before 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, it's not a delusion.

This aroma has indeed greatly increased Annan's perception ability...... When Annan opened his panel, he saw that his perceptual attributes were rising at a terrifying rate of one point per second.

But Annan soon sensed that something was wrong.

The world before him slowed down, even became still.

Eventually, the whole world before Annan's eyes fell into near-complete stillness. He could feel his presence very clearly, but it was extremely difficult for Annan to move even one of his fingers - he had to exert all his strength and force to make this extremely clumsy movement seem coherent. Otherwise, the thought of "raising his finger" in his heart would only exist for a moment and then disappear.

…… What is it?

Golden Experience or Superhuman Medicine?

Annan's mind became very clear and extremely active.

But before his eyes, the whole world was completely still......

- This is the rotten man's life-saving hole card?

Annan finally realized the fighting ideas of the rotten man.

He is almost the exact opposite of the Bone Male.

He does not believe in the deterrent power of "fear", "pinching", "despair...... It's about controlling people with the desires of their hearts.

He seduces mortals with true eternal life and rebirth, not with death; He wears people with a sleepy, relaxing scent, not a stench; He obscures human perception with warm, ambiguous touches and caresses, not with excruciating pain.

Even if He could do all of this, the rotten man would prefer to do what man wants......

Like this – the ability to accelerate thinking.

More than enough is too much.

It can still be poison.

After Annan figured everything out, nothing had changed in the outside world.

He could only rely on his last willpower, through a long, continuous control of his mind, to take away his tentacles of light, the sword of light, and the "rejection of the living" with great difficulty.

Maintaining the wall of stalls, Annan fell freely in an extremely slow, extremely slow downward movement in a long and endless world.

And Annan just stared at the rotten man with wide eyes.

In his heart, he sketched the appearance of the rotten man and kept it in mind.

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

After that—

Annan fully immersed his will in his body, feeling the power of the "Truth Order" and how the elements burned and burst out of his soul......

Annan also didn't know how much time had passed.

But when he woke up suddenly, it was as if he had experienced an extremely long dream.

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

“…… You lost, rotten man. The god of mirrors and clocks is born, so stop. ”

"But our contract still has to be fulfilled, because I didn't stop you just now, so your followers are mine—you don't want to pay the bill, do you?"

“…… Naturally not. ”

The rotten man's voice sounded in a deep voice.

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

It should be the treatment of Silver Sizz.

At this moment, Sir Silver was holding himself in both hands—the rotten man was standing in front of him.

The rotten man also stared at Annan as if he wanted to remember him.

Annan glared back unceremoniously.

- I remember you too, dead eunuch.

Although Annan did not feel anxiety, loneliness, and fear, he did not go completely crazy in that world...... But the eternally frozen world still remembers it vividly.

Since Annan came to this world, the rotten man is the first person who really hurt Annan.

It is also to calm down Annan again......

Realizing that it is not possible to act without feeling negative emotions or pain...... First Mentor.

With the last loud baby crying.

As a "mirror image", the rotten man's body suddenly froze, and the whole person was shattered and disintegrated.

Because the seat of the "mirror" is no longer empty from today onwards—

Michelangelo Buonaro, the mortal of the past, old and dead,

Today's new god Michelle Nottdam.

Even before He was born, He knew what was going on out there.

So the first thing he did after he took control of it was to deprive the rotten man of his permission to use the mirror image and kicked him back.

Sir Silver put Annan down.

Countless silver threads extended from his cuffs, instantly weaving a silver-white robe for Annan, who had reverted to his prototype, and blocking the gaze behind him, and putting it on for Annan himself.

"You're doing a good job, Annan."

Sir Silver touched his head with some worry and pride, squatted down and whispered, "I'll talk to you later......"

As he spoke, Sir Silver turned back and looked at the mansion.

"Our freshman colleagues—"

He uttered a loud and cheerful voice: "Our God of Mirrors and Clocks!

"—What should the world call you?"

After a very brief pause.

A strange voice that looked like an old man and a baby sounded in the room:

"Man in the Mirror," He said, "I am Henceforth the Man in the Mirror." ”

Chapter 2, send!

And it's a big chapter, asking for a ticket is spicy (chest up)

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