That is a language that only frost whisperers can use.
The original purpose of this language was to carry the mystery of "winter".
This is a secret from the beginning of creation——
The body that Annan used, belonging to "Job," was gradually disintegrating.
The mortal body is naturally unable to withstand the mighty power of the secret of creation.
Just like an old photo with dozens of holes burned by cigarette ash. His body gradually revealed many holes, and gray-white snowstorms blew out from these holes.
The invisible and colorless snowstorm blew in all directions with Annan as the center.
That is definitely not snowflakes condensed by "water".
Wherever the storm passed, complete silence descended without warning.
There was no sound of wind, but no noise at all.
Just after the ancient words fell...the world turned into pure and silent gray-white.
It's like the world has been put through a black and white filter and the sound has been turned off.
All sounds were gradually swallowed up.
All colors are gradually frozen.
Wherever the blizzard passes, it completely steals color and sound.
It hovers in the sky forever, and its position cannot be determined with the naked eye.
Only Annan's chanting resounded in the gray-white silent world:
"...It was originally used to describe the silence of the sky when the earth was first born, as quiet as a dying old man; and the earth's hatred of everything that is about to pass away but not yet gone -"
After Annan read this knowledge of creation very slowly and clearly.
His body has become tattered. Only half of his head is left, and his lone left eye is looking at a huge spider.
His right hand still held the gun, and there were more than a dozen small holes in his right arm; and there were three larger holes in his left arm. Looking through these holes, no flesh and blood could be seen, only flesh and blood could be seen.
Something dark, like an abyss.
It's like the world has pressed the pause button.
The giant spider less than a few meters away from Annan was already covered by a thin gray-white snowstorm.
The chelicerae, raised high out of fear and away from the earth, has become still.
The narrow island beneath Annan turned into a raised iceberg.
The spider webs in the distance are also covered in ice.
Looking down from directly above... it looks like a meteorite fell into the ice lake and created spider web-like cracks.
The sun, moon and stars in the sky were all extinguished, leaving only darkness.
——This is a world with only three colors: black, white and gray.
Even illusory "dreams" can be frozen without mercy...
This is the real "winter".
Crunch.
In the silent world, the sound of boots treading on the snow sounded lonely.
Annan, whose body became riddled with holes because of reciting forbidden knowledge, slowly walked alone in the snow.
He can actually still move.
Annan himself was surprised by this.
His health value has already warned:
[Health:-1545%]
This data is still falling...as if his breach is still expanding.
However, Annan was inexplicably confident——
I will never die here.
Crunch.
In the gray-white world, Annan slowly approached the frozen giant spider.
It's not that he doesn't want to go faster, but that he has exhausted all his strength just by moving.
Annan, who is extremely insensitive to pain, has no idea how serious his injuries are...
But his curse erased the pain.
This is really...
"--marvelous."
Annan grinned and showed a bright smile.
I saw an extremely rare scene.
The right side of his face was about to disappear, making his smile look a little ferocious.
Unable to use spells.
Nor does he have a strong body.
There are no weapons available.
There are no items that can be used in rituals.
Facing a giant spider several stories high... it is [impossible] for humans to win.
Because of this, Grover completely ignored Annan's threat and stood aside leisurely chatting with him.
I'm afraid...someone also saw through the truth in the past.
At that time, there was no protection from [Dream]. Although it was more unfriendly to the Purifiers, it was easier to see through the truth and realize that "this is a nightmare controlled by someone."
At that time, Grover must have been like this... turning into a giant spider, humbly admitting the loopholes pointed out by the other party, accepting all curses and prayers with a smile, or holding a poor knife like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill,
Use your mortal body to charge at the spider.
Let the opponent taste despair and pain before killing him.
Kill the enemy in the nightmare, then resurrect and kill again - repeat this until the enemy is completely dead here.
"...I thought I was playing Accelerated World."
Annan sneered.
He raised his flintlock, which turned pure white in the blizzard, and aimed at the giant spider.
Even until a few days ago... Annan actually did not think that he could be recognized by the "just" holy bones.
But seeing such a disgusting person - no, such a disgusting spider.
Yes.
This is a dream, a phantom.
Alice is already dead, and even if she kills the spider, no one will be saved.
But from another perspective...
He died precisely so that more people could be saved.
"If eliminating evil is justice..."
Annan murmured softly.
"Then I am the righteous judge."
The corners of Annan's mouth turned upward.
His smile grew brighter.
His eyes sparkled.
His finger was on the trigger.
I can almost no longer hold back my laughter——
He laughed heartily and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
His voice rang out in the silent world.
"The trial begins - you arrogant person!"
In the world of black and white, metal projectiles are shot from the muzzle of the gun.
It rolled up a ballistic line composed of countless circles like airplane exhaust, penetrating the body of the giant spider with incomparable accuracy.
It starts from the head, runs through the body, and flies out from behind.
Ordinary projectiles encountered no resistance.
It is not the weakening of defense, but the absolute suppression of "motion" on "stillness".
But in the next moment, a large area of spider web cracks suddenly appeared at the point of contact between the projectile and the spider.
——Crack.
Just like breaking ice with a stone, the cracks are filled in the spider's body.
——Crack.
The cracks continued to expand, spreading into the stagnant air outside the spider.
Colors began to become chaotic and subtle sounds began to appear.
Where the spider was injured, blue, purple, and golden blood flowed out... The blood was like a rainbow, constantly flowing and changing.
——Crack.
The cracks further expanded and spread to the entire nightmare world.
Only a small island where Annan is located is safe and sound.
The next moment, the nightmare suddenly shattered.
The isolated island built on the spider web could no longer bear the weight and fell towards the abyss.
The moment before the world finally returned to its normal color, Annan saw the giant spider shatter into thousands or tens of thousands of parts. It shattered miserably in the air, and countless frost-covered limb fragments exploded like a dazzling sight.
"Ahahahahahahahahaha!"
Annan finally lost consciousness amid the wild laughter that could not be suppressed.