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

"Remove the seal from the Silver Lady and let her use the Mirror of Smoke to release you... I can help with that."


Annan spoke seriously, "Chiron, sir... no, Chiron, teacher. I want to know the specific abilities of the three sirens. Of course, this is not part of our deal, and if the information is too valuable, you can choose not to answer."


"There's actually no need for that, Your Highness Annan."


Chiron said gently, "Even if you don't rescue me, just sincerely asking me would be enough for me to willingly tell you the answer to this question.


"Passing on knowledge is my mission. It's also my hobby."


"I respect your will, but it's better to keep this at the level of a 'deal.'"


Chapter 425: Triple Annihilation Mechanism