Super Righteous Player
Chapter 888 - 425: Triple Annihilation Mechanism

Chapter 888: Chapter 425: Triple Annihilation Mechanism

"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.’"

Annan shook his head.

It wasn’t that he deliberately kept his distance from Chiron, or that he found him too suspicious. It was just a natural, precautionary measure against a stranger. If it were someone like Jacob whom Annan could control, then he could certainly afford to give him a considerable degree of freedom and trust.

But Chiron... whether in abilities, knowledge, or perspectives, he surpassed Annan by far. His centuries spent confined in the painting might have altered his mind or made him even more profound and wise.

Annan’s capabilities were not sufficient to control Chiron.

...If it were the "perfect" Black Annan, perhaps he could do it.

But Annan, who now understood love, dignity, and human nature, and had his reservations... didn’t have such strong control over Chiron.

Therefore, it was only necessary to use the action of "trading" to keep him under the watch of the Silver Baron, which allowed Annan to feel more at ease.

"As you wish."

Chiron sighed and explained in a still gentle tone, "After all, you are now the owner of the Third Siren. This is knowledge you should rightfully know, but perhaps it was lost in the long course of history.

"The Third Siren was made from the lives of the innocent, the souls of the guilty, and the will of the saints. It is merely a limiter, a ’key’ to unlock the invisible prison that seals the siren."

Upon hearing this, Annan couldn’t help but nod.

...No wonder the Tri-Color Scepter looked so odd.

If it was a key, then everything started to make sense.

This entwining pose was very much in line with the concept of a key.

"—So, what are the sirens?"

Annan asked the question he most wanted to know.

This undoubtedly belonged to the realm of mystical knowledge, but even Salvatore and Naifertali didn’t know... they had even never heard of the word "siren," which likely meant it belonged to Genesis knowledge.

And Chiron’s answer did not disappoint Annan.

"The ’sirens are the sisters of the Demiurge,’"

Chiron answered, "They are the twisted incarnations of art and beauty, the ’art of death’ that cannot be accommodated in this world. They are candidates for the ’Awning of Yawen,’ and also failures."

Hearing this knowledge, Annan’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He had a strange hallucination all of a sudden—

The colors of the world in front of him seemed to retract towards Annan at high speed, and in a blink, the world had lost all its colors.

In the dimness, four indescribable winged beings slightly stretched their bodies, circling back and forth in the sky, their bodies visibly enlarging at the speed visible to the naked eye.

As one of them ascended higher, its white feathers gradually shed, taking on a form similar to a human; while the other three "winged ones" became even more beautiful, yet more avian in form.

One had brilliant silver feathers and pure white hair longer than its body height, resembling a magical creature akin to an egret; another had matte black feathers and similarly long black hair; the last one, only half the size of the preceding three "winged ones," had dark blue feathers and teal long hair, which Annan could not associate with any bird species.

They all possessed stunningly beautiful human faces and elegant bodies that were neither bird nor human. As Yawen ascended into the realm of light, the remaining three gradually lowered their altitude.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding world regained its color and sound.

And Annan was already drenched in sweat.

He gasped heavily, his sweat completely soaking his clothes, making his white robe cling tightly to his body.

Almost immediately, Salvatore took off his coat and draped it over Annan. Its material was quite soft and thick, effectively preventing Annan from catching a cold—although as a Transcendent of the silver order, he was not so easily susceptible to colds.

"All three Sirens have their own names, and only by reciting their true names can this power be used... or rather, can their singing be stopped. Chaste Sound’s name is Parthenope, Clear Tune is Ligeia, and White Lady is Chiron. Your Majesty, you must remember this; it is very important.

"Chaste Sound corresponds to ’the life of the innocent.’ When she sings, she can make those who hear her song absolutely unkillable... But it’s not a song that heals everything; rather, it’s a demonic sound that perpetually mutates the dead.

"If the heart is pierced, they become a monster without a heart; if there is unstoppable bleeding, they become a being that doesn’t need blood. Chaste Sound also possesses her brother Demiurge’s ’power of mutation,’ and her standard for mutation is not ’difference,’ but ’immortality.’

"—She is the mother of all undead, skeletons, specters, and everything that should die but has not died.

"And Clear Tune Ligeia corresponds to ’the soul of the sinner.’ Her ability is to cleanse the listener’s memories, emotions, sense of right and wrong, moral values, and all other acquired disposals, returning everything to its most primitive, most essential pure state... It also signifies the disintegration of ’community’ and the ’absolute death’ of the ’individual.’

"White Lady Chiron is a Siren sealed by ’the will of the saint,’ and she is the one closest to Demiurge—her ability is to turn illusions into reality, and reality into illusions... Similar to Clear Tune’s ability, but what she erases is not the societal part, but the natural and conceptual parts."

Chiron’s expression became serious: "I think you must have also understood.

"The three winged ones sealed within the ’three Sirens,’ corresponding to the ’Creator God’ Demiurge... represent the threefold potential destruction of the world."

Chaste Sound could lead the world toward mutation, plunging everyone into a living hell, turning the entire world into a planet of the undead.

And Clear Tune could cleanse all the "acquired notions" of the world’s beings, resetting humans, animals, and all socially living beings back to the state of infants... It wouldn’t harm the body, nor would it damage buildings and landscapes, but it would directly destroy ’civilization’ itself.

White Lady is the ultimate "reset mechanism." Her power could erase everything within the range of her song...

Annan seemed to realize something: "Could it be..."

Chiron sighed deeply.

For the first time, fear tinged his voice: "Yes, the Sirens are indeed the threefold apocalyptic gods of world corruption, purification, and reset. Any individual Siren signifies destruction—three Sirens together are equivalent to the authority of the creator. They are the restraint on Yawen, the world’s own constraint on the power of ’creation.’

"The reason why the ancient capital suddenly sank, and the entire empire went from its zenith to oblivion instantaneously...

"—was because, ’White Lady’ began to sing."