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

When Annan's room was unsealed, it was already approaching dusk.


But before he could leave, the Eldest Princess came directly to his door.


Less than twenty-four hours had passed since their last encounter. Yet, when Annan saw the Eldest Princess again, he could easily read the unmistakable exhaustion on Elizabeth's face.


Annan, holding the tri-colored staff, asked with concern, "Shall I ask His Holiness the Pope to come to you?"


The exhaustion on Elizabeth's face obviously wasn't due to "sadness over her brother's murder," nor was it from running around tending to the matter.


Even if she claimed so, Annan wouldn't believe her. Thus, she wouldn't say it.


—If the timing had been slightly different, the Eldest Princess might have even thrown a banquet to celebrate.


Because essentially, this meant that she, Elizabeth, was going to be the future Queen of the Kingdom of Noah.


But the circumstances were different now.


Chapter 418 The Young Man in Elizabeth's Eyes