The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 436: The awakened demon
The phantom tentatively named "Nicholas II" cannot be persuaded.
——Annan has understood this matter.
The more he spoke, the deeper Annan's "understanding" of him became.
That is a hopelessly arrogant soul.
He couldn't stand the "ignorance" and "lack of advancement" of his classmates and mentors, so he vowed to become the master of the Jade Tower, in order to control the "forbidden refinement" ability that can only be mastered by the gold level.
He couldn't stand those in power who he thought were hopelessly stupid, but still controlled power and wealth, so he created "Awakened Ones" who could destroy human civilization, trying to obtain those powers himself.
...From the beginning, what he disliked was not the nobles who squandered "power" at will, but questioned, "Why is that power not in his hands?"
Extreme elitism.
In his eyes, he is the only one who can become the "elite", and everyone else is a fool who cannot go with him.
He indeed has unparalleled talents... Even the gods must rely on his wisdom.
And this thinking body believes that its existence is a "necessity" for this world.
Since it is a necessity, it naturally has a higher status than "non-necessities" - so he naturally regards himself as more important than anything else.
From this point of view, the distortion of this phantom is even more intense than his true body.
At least when "Nicholas" was studying artificial humans back then, he knew that this was not a good thing and that he needed to hide and study... But now, he has dared to express his twisted and extreme thoughts openly and openly, and Accept it as truth.
Therefore, Annan could not convince him. There is no need to convince him at all.
"Someone once taught me...that killing someone requires killing one's heart."
Annan said softly, holding the scepter in his hand tightly.
The long, pure white hair behind him seemed to glow with electricity - it became extremely bright and began to flutter automatically in the absence of wind.
His triple-echoed whisper seemed to come from heaven.
"Then let me prove one thing first——
"The talent you are proud of...is nothing more than this."
As Annan finished his words.
The frost marks suddenly spread outward - the dark green forest full of natural atmosphere in the Blood Butterfly Valley was covered by pure white frost marks in the blink of an eye.
That is [Language of Frost and Cold].
Among Annan's three echoes, one of them is always narrating in "frost language". Therefore, Annan's "narration" itself is a traceless attack.
As the frost marks spread, Nicholas II's hair was also covered by frost marks.
At this moment, the frosty air filled his lungs silently as he breathed. His blood flow rate was greatly reduced and icicles formed on his joints.
From the moment the conversation ended, Nicholas II had lowered his head and did not meet Annan's eyes - in order to avoid the many tricks of the Incapacity School.
This is a spell from the "Silence Warlock" school.
Although Annan only mastered the "Eye of Sloth" as the basis.
"——[Invulnerable to all diseases]!"
The voice of Nicholas II was full of majesty: "[Unwavering]!"
The restraining power of the dual orders came to his body at the same time, and the ice that almost froze his lungs was instantly disintegrated.
"Lily..."
Nicholas II began to chant in a low voice, preparing for the transformation.
In other words... start the "forbidden refining".
Just like the seniors and seniors used to cast resonance, they tried to replace an area with the inside of the sun.
Although Annan has 100% depth of "brilliance" elements, he has not yet reached the gold level and has not mastered the elements. If thrown into the middle of the sun, even Annan would be burned to death in an instant.
——But since I already knew what ability the other party would use.
Annan did not give Nicholas II a chance to sing.
As the sound suddenly became stagnant, the resistance in the air increased significantly, and ice particles appeared in the air...
The frost-covered force field amplified three times by the "Three Sirens" instantly froze Nicholas II into an ice sculpture!
Even for just a short moment, the power of the [unwavering] curse will break the ice.
But this little time gained has already interrupted Nicholas II's first chant.
While he was escaping, extremely cold rainstorms had begun to fall from the sky. Under the freezing white frost around Annan, the heavy rain summoned by "thoughts like rain" had already turned into an extremely thick blizzard before it hit the ground.
——This is a form that "thoughts are like rain" has never had.
This blizzard can even remind people of the wilderness of the Winter Principality.
The thickness of the frost and snow alone is enough to block the vision, and the snowflakes are sharp enough to cut the eyeballs and scratch the skin. The extremely cold air had already frozen the limbs before the blizzard hit the ground.
In the blizzard, Annan, who was dressed in pure white, with long white hair, and skin as white as snow, was like a white fox in the snow, disappearing after jumping up.
There is no doubt that this is Annan's ability to fight against "forbidden refinement".
If Nicholas II did not want to die with Annan, the "forbidden refinement" must take an object. Annan cannot be selected as the target of spellcasting, which means that he can only use command spells using sound as the medium.
——It’s just a bronze-level soul-stealing spell.
It was even the "extra drop" that Annan got from the copy.
Paired with "Language of Frost", it is enough to create a home in this dense forest - the basic effect of thoughts like rain is to sense the location of all creatures and buildings "in the rain". ~IndoMTL.com~ is like sonar.
In Annan's mind, the position of "blocking the snow" became extremely clear.
But Nicholas II did not panic.
He quickly understood what kind of spell it was.
Then he started chanting spells on the spot:
"Lily corolla. Briefly. Briefly."
The very short chant is completed in one breath.
The black headless monster crouching on the ground behind him suddenly stood up as if it had gained life - just took three steps and walked to the machine containing Philip's head.
It pulled the jar containing Philip's head out of the instrument.
Then, he pressed the jar hard against the metal shell around his neck that contained the blood butterfly.
——To use an analogy, it’s like putting a bucket into a spiked top-mounted water dispenser.
The spikes burst the jar containing Philip's head, and the liquid inside flowed downwards under the pressure of the air. The red silk thread, like a filarial worm, climbed up to Philip's neck and penetrated into his head.
Although Philip is the fatter type.
But compared to the giant baboon monster, his head is almost comically small. Proportionally speaking, it's like pressing a fist-sized cat head on a human's neck...
(End of this chapter)