From the nightmare Denton constructed and the trap he set for himself... Annan could feel that Denton had been struggling with the word "win or lose" throughout his life.
"...It's really, really boring."
Annan murmured softly.
Denton's heart was filled with an almost pathological paranoia about "victory".
There is an inexplicable sense of inferiority in his heart - he may have longed for the recognition of others but could not get it, or he may have hit rock bottom after trying his best.
It can be seen from his own fear fragments that what Denton fears most is the sudden loss of his power.
This can fully prove that Denton was fully aware of what he was doing.
But he knew this, but still dared to carry out such a risky mission.
——Stealing the country for the sake of gods.
He does not desire eternal life, so he should not believe in rotten people.
"In other words...his purpose is not to help Fufu, but to control the royal family."
In this way, Annan can also understand why Denton has controlled the fourth prince for so long, but never found an opportunity to attack Henry VIII and directly modify the king's memory?
the reason is simple.
Because Denton went to the Kingdom of Noah not because of his fanatical pursuit of power. He did not want to seize the throne from his heart... His desire was to rely on his own strength to manipulate the royal family.
In the palm of your hand. Only under other people's rules will victory become meaningful.
And it was not an assassination, but a lieutenant for more than ten years - just like a game, controlling the fourth prince to do what Denton wished and execute all the orders he wanted.
He planned to follow the rules of the game and wait for Prince Philip to inherit the throne through legal means.
Fufu is indeed the god who selects his followers most casually.
Even believers who don't believe in themselves at all and don't care about the power they give them can accept it as long as it is useful.
In other words... he is indeed a god that even the old grandmother dares to offend.
This is probably someone who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.
Anyway, Fufu didn't even complete the sublimation ceremony, and ended up becoming a god without any weaknesses... And his own characteristic is that his vitality is extremely tenacious, so even though he is the weakest, he may not even be able to fight against the powerful gold-level transcendent.
, but don’t care much about the threats from other gods.
The advantage of being "relatively stubborn" is that it allows him to be so calm.
For example, if you can penetrate deep into the gray fog and break through the many traps and barriers set by Duke Skeleton, you can forcibly dismantle the ritual site of the Man in the Mirror.
It can also be interrupted in the past.
Fufu is different.
His ritual has not been completed yet... so it cannot even be dismantled.
Therefore, he is also the weakest god - only one-seventh of his divine power.
The sublimation ritual organized by Fufu back then was originally for his monarch. But after he was stabbed in the back by the monarch, in order to save his life, he changed the ritual himself to forcibly complete his self-sublimation.
The result is that his sublimation is not perfect.
He must have the direct heirs of the royal families of the seven countries complete the "Immortal" ceremony. And become the last survivor among the seven Immortals before he can become a true god.
Before that, he was only one-seventh of the gods.
By the way, the "seventh" of the eternal being that he completed was himself.
——Philip's plan is to become a true "immortal" like Fufu. If he has not mastered any extraordinary power before, he can rely on the power he is assigned to instantly become a high-ranking existence among silver-level extraordinary people.
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The "immortal" is not just the level of immortality.
They are candidates for God after all.
Except for not completing the "four rounds of operation" and not obtaining the "perfect essence of the elements", all other work has been completed. The only advantage that Fufu has over them is these two points.
Once it becomes an immortal, its vitality will far exceed that of ordinary gods; only other immortals who also hold the truth of "eternal life" can kill it.
In other words, it is to take away the "power of immortality" that belongs to the other party.
Only a tyrant who is determined to cut off the royal blood and completely abandon blood and family ties can become an immortal. Therefore, the final winner can be called the "King of the Immortals."
Annan had no idea what Philip wanted to do before.
Now he seems to understand...
Judging from the situation here in Denton.
——Philip probably wanted to kill the corrupt man.
Although I don't know where his confidence comes from.
But if we understand it this way, it can explain why Fufu gave up a gold-level believer and a royal heir so decisively; why Philip knew Fufu's rituals but did not resist at all.
Because he is also using Fufu at the same time.
He is indeed the most disdainful god, even his own believers are a little more disdainful than others.
Mr. Bones called him an expert.
"What is this all about..."
Annan sighed, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.
At this moment, his door was hurriedly pushed open with a bang.
Salvatore, who looked anxious, and Captain Alexander, who had a calm face and a burly figure, rushed in.
When they saw Annan who was about to stand up, their movements suddenly froze.
Alexander took a careful look at Annan, shook his head immediately, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But Salvatore was still frozen in place, his expression frozen, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
Annan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Are you here to save me, senior?
"What a pity...you're late."
"……I'm late?"
Salvatore repeated dryly.
"Yes."
Annan said, glanced at the bottle of pills beside the bed, and threw it to Salvatore.
"——Because I have solved the problem myself"
He said: "As a doctor, you are incompetent."
Salvatore was a little embarrassed. He caught the bottle awkwardly and took a closer look.
Only then did he notice that the pills in the bottle had lost their weird and dim luster, just like ordinary pills. Moreover, each pill was broken into two pieces right in the middle.
"The curse has... been completely purified?"
Salvatore murmured.
He froze in place and thought for a moment, then suddenly trotted over to Annan, held his head, and carefully looked at Annan's expression.
"stop looking."
Shadow replied disappointedly in his heart: "It is indeed Annan.
"Can't you see? He is even more confident than before. I'm afraid Denton was eaten by him. What a terrible man."
...Sorry, I didn't see anything.
Salvatore responded murmuring in his heart.
After all, he doesn't have the magical ability to see through the heart through his eyes.
But it seems that Annan is in a good mood...
After looking at it for a long time, he sighed and moved his hand away: "I don't know whether to congratulate you on your safe return or punch you... I have worried about you for so long in vain."
"Congratulations then."
Annan smiled and said: "This is your problem after all, isn't it?"
"Um...yes."
Salvatore sighed reluctantly and admitted: "I'm sorry, Annan..."
"No need to apologize, just congratulations!"
Annan laughed and said: "At least in terms of results, this is not a bad thing!"
His pupils were as bright as stars, and his smile was as brilliant as Salvatore had ever seen.
It was only then that he finally believed that Annan was really fine and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he was shocked, Bai was nervous for a long time, brought in powerful reinforcements, and worked hard to create a pill that could invade other people's nightmares...but now it was completely useless.
But Salvatore still believes from the bottom of his heart that the less people use medicine, the more worthy of celebration.
If one day no one can use it.
Then as a medicine maker, he should be happy, not sad.