Chapter 387: The Memory Fragments of Annans First Life (1/2)
Chapter 387: The Meht deities the pillars of the world?
When Annan heard this state in his mind
In that instance, many hallucinations afflicted Annan
It was like hearing so words that he could not understand behind hi voice in his ears was incessant;
It was like seeing a stranger looking at him silently in a dusty space, and a chill crept upon his heart;
Annan felt like he was in a space with all the surrounding folks s the air with substantial sled to breathe due to his throat being overly dry and thus constantly coughing, “Cough, cough—”
What is this?
The Paper Princess and Alexander’s figures in Annan’s vision suddenly began to blur
As Annan coughed, sh to obstruct the healthy air around hih, Annan had already realized that he should have triggered a specific condition and then fell into a hallucination so s
A few fragments of memory flashed before his eyes
A white-haired woman who looked somewhat similar to the Paper Princess, but was taller with a majestic face and a cold and stern temperament, appeared in front of Annan, “Annan Anna” (Raw: “——安南。安娜。”)
She spoke in the dragon language Her voice was low and coave yourself? I shall allow it I will speak for you to your father”
Then, the second meirl, playing with dice, appeared to be around twelve years old She had s eyes like a crescent moon, “At least this year…”
“…next year? Well… the next year isn’t for you”
“I’hth Luminary, and you will be the Seventh Luminary”
The sixteen-year-old boy in a white robe hite hair and fair skin had colorful rainbow lights in his eyes He said with a gentle smile and a clear voice, “Divine Transporter, don’t ”
“Frostborn” The black-haired blacksmith with burly muscles and a naked upper body was covered with scars Every scar was shi+ning like lava At first glance, he seeood ords
He looked at the blueprint in his hand and frowned, “This is weird A Frostborn is looking for so new Can your heart still freeze?
“Fine It’s called an internal co heat but the intense heat of the explosion I will reive it a try”
“Nice story You call it — Hamlet, don’t you” The prideful old man with an aquiline nose and deep eyes put down the manuscript, tapped the armrest rhythmically with one hand, and looked over with a half-smile, “But, you didn’t craft this I can feel it These stories don’t belong to you
“Don’t repeat other people’s stories, boy You ht as well tell me about your life in another world That’s your own story”
“I can feel it” The beautiful woround and a thick criic, and old cup in both hands and placed it in front of her lower abdomen
She knelt behind Annan, with Annan’s head resting between her chest and staring straight at the blood in the Holy Grail in front of her belly She lowered her eyes softly, touched the top of Annan’s head with her warm chin and neck, and whispered in a drea for the fire of justice
“You will have light as your blood and fire as your heart — the Pillar of the Divine Transporter” Under the woround turned into dark red bloodstains Behind her dragged a carpet of blood froht to this place