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

Atalante didn't remain silent for too long.


It seemed that she used some method to confirm that she was indeed in a nightmare or that she was truly dead in the future.


So she closed her eyes slightly... and when she reopened them, she nodded slowly.


Atalante took a breath, "It seems I have failed in the end. Then I will try my best to tell you everything I know, that's the purpose of the specimen storage technology.


"However, there's at least one thing you guessed correctly... 'Storm and Heart's Canticle' is indeed incomplete."


She sighed softly, speaking in a gentle voice.


Lin Yiyi and Jiu'er exchanged glances, seeing a glint of excitement in each other's eyes.


It looked like this time, they really had the chance to achieve a great feat!


Chapter 404: Storm and Heart's Canticle