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

And as the giant searched frantically for his head,


Nicholas II continued to perform the high-speed alchemy.


He waved his hand, and a pale yellow glimmer flickered and vanished.


Forsaking chantings with his high-speed alchemy, across the entire valley's ground, countless spikes instantly sprouted beneath.


These spikes, like living beings, would spring up the moment they sensed gravity—whether they could injure Annan was another matter.


But just like that, it was enough to grant the blind Nicholas II a broader scope of detection.


Combined with the Transcendent's innate perception of small, highly accurate regions, it could at least prevent him from being completely blinded.


Since Nicholas didn't know if Annan had set traps in the snow during his disappearance, he was inclined to stand still, passively retaliating against Annan.


Chapter 437 Annan: Radiance Form