Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

Above the dense forest in the dead of night, a sudden hurricane arose.


Clouds blinked and obscured the moonlight, birds startled and flapped away.


A visible torrential wind fell from above to the ground, breaking and throwing the surrounding branches.


Several vague, transparent human shapes gradually took form on the ground.


Before they arrived, they had ingested the "Shadow Refuge Elixir" provided by Salvatore. This elixir endowed them with the stealth abilities of a Bronze-tier stalker... although, since they hadn't undergone special training, they still made noise when they moved.


But in the dead of night, after they had taken flight, with the aid of the night sky's cover, their tracks were still obscured.


This was to prevent anyone from noticing Maria and her group, following their route—although Maria could fly very high, the Hunters could still see them.


With the "Shadow Refuge Elixir" though, at most they would feel "the wind picking up."


Chapter 389: Salvatore's Potion