The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 440: Holy Fire

During the incident of the Pure Spiritual Medium invading the palace, twelve unscarred corpses of Silver-level extraordinary people were left behind;

The [Spell: Ice cubes sealed with light] that Kaifuni just made for Annan;

The [Frost Tower] summoned by the Frost Whisperer’s special silver-level spell;

What Annan could use the old grandmother’s real name to replace was [high-level influence of the frost domain];

In addition, Annan recently learned from "On the Eighth Sun of the Sun" that Mr. Yao's real name is Bode.

The ceremony prepared by Annan, "Winter Breath" is coming to an end. Only one of the three "blizzard weather", "hail weather", and "heavy rain weather" is left, and he can officially start.

——And it is a ceremony completed with the best match.

He can be sure that even among the Frost Whisperers or Hands of Winter in the past, there are probably not many people who can get the almost perfect "Winter Breath" at the Silver level like him.

Annan had already invested a full 150 points of Order mana last night...the night when Henry VIII died, and created a thirty-year-old castle with unmelted ice in the backyard of the Geraint family. The meter-high "Tower of Frost".

——That is a real tower.

It even automatically splits into three layers.

Annan has sent people to transport the body to the third floor, closest to the sky.

Order mana is fully restored in the early morning of each day. If Annan wanted to, he would work hard and build a tower nearly forty meters high... but that would be meaningless.

After all, Annan is just borrowing the temperature.

If you weren't worried that the corpse might not be able to be moved, in fact, eight or nine meters high would be enough.

Although that may not be called a tower...

Because Annan discovered that its area seems to be fixed - or, in other words, it is determined by other elements.

It is a circle twenty-two yards in diameter.

And this happens to be Annan's Frost Whisperer career level.

In other words, if Annan really only invested forty or fifty mana points... then maybe what he summoned could not be called a Frost Tower at all.

More than twenty meters in diameter and less than ten meters in height.

That thing is nothing more than a frosty casserole.

It was precisely because of this that Annan realized that... ordinary Frost Whisperers were almost unable to use this skill normally.

They don't look like themselves, with four times the mana.

Either the elves, like themselves, have multiples of Order mana; or they can only use this spell by amplifying and injecting energy through rituals.

In other words, this is a chanting spell.

But if it is to be used effectively, it must be used on the basis of ritual spells.

If you use the degraded version, the summoned frost tower has no beauty and is not too strong, and can only be used as a portable fortress to defend against stray arrows and fireballs.

But Annan didn’t want to put his tower in Crow’s house.

This is a spell that can be used as a portable base and storage warehouse.

Annan just wanted to see what this "Tower of Frost" looked like and what its internal structure was like in a safe place.

And... how strong an attack can it resist.

The experimental results are very good.

The tester is Zhiji.

She simulated an attack equivalent to a strike from a silver-level destruction wizard, leaving the Frost Tower with almost no damage; and then she simulated a slash equivalent to a strike from a gold-level swordsman - no surprise. Yes, the Frost Tower was still torn apart.

But the sword energy only cut through one wall. It failed to cut out from the opposite side, leaving only a scar about three to four centimeters deep on the opposite side.

This means that after passing through the Frost Tower, the attack power of the gold level can be roughly reduced to the level of the silver level.

——Of course, the attack of the gold-level destruction wizard is exempted.

If we simply compare the output, all other extraordinary beings cannot be compared with the destruction wizard who specializes in the way of destruction.

Since a gold-level swordsman can cut off the wall of the Frost Tower through the air with one sword, then if a gold-level destruction wizard comes over with a shot, the tower may be completely destroyed...

"But this funeral was held too quickly."

Salvatore whispered to Annan: "His Majesty just passed away yesterday, right? Will the funeral be held directly today?"

He and Annan were both dressed in formal attire, sitting on the bench next to the Silver Siren's fountain.

He was wearing the special clothing of the Son of the Black Tower - a long pure black cloak with a high stand-up collar that looked like Lelouch's clothing.

And Annan also put on his [Sir Silver's Preference] white robe with texture and material like gauze. Although it doesn't look like formal wear, anyone who knows the goods must know what it means.

There is no more solemn garment than this.

It just so happens that these two sets of clothes are one black and one white, so there will be no etiquette problems when attending the funeral.

"Although he died just yesterday...in fact, the public opinion is that Henry VIII has been in a critical condition and dying for a long time."

This funeral has probably been prepared for a long time.

When Annan said this, he sneered: "You can see that they are quite anxious."

Now it seems that it is not just Prince Philip.

Even the eldest princess Elizabeth probably hopes that her father will die soon.

"Hey..."

At this moment, Salvatore suddenly felt something in his heart.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

He looked around, then looked southwest.

He could see... raging fire rising in the sky over there.

The scorching firelight and smoke formed a column, reaching straight into the sky.

Salvatore stared deeply at the fire, his brows frowning more and more.

"What's wrong?"

Annan realized something and turned to look at Salvatore.

"That... seems to be the direction of the Black Tower."

Salvatore murmured in a low voice: "Did something happen to the Black Tower?"

"The tower master is still here. Since the tower master is in charge, what else can happen?"

Annan replied casually. ~IndoMTL.com~ However, at this moment, a bright and extremely clear voice sounded next to Annan: "There is indeed something wrong over there at the Zedi Black Tower."

Annan turned around and looked with some surprise at the man with a slender face, curly hair parted in the middle, and a monocle, who sat next to him with a bright and sunny smile.

The bench that could only seat two people originally became very crowded when three people sat on it. That is to say, Annan was small and thin, so he leaned towards Salvatore and could barely sit open.

"Excuse me...what happened over there at the Black Tower?"

Annan asked for Salvatore.

After all, this is a righteous god.

Although Salvatore is the son of the Tower, he has not succeeded yet. Facing the Silver Jazz, Annan can say a lot, but Salvatore cannot.

My seniors took great care of me before.

Since something happened to Salvatore... then it's time to help yourself.

Sir Silver glanced at Annan thoughtfully, and then looked at Salvatore, who looked a little anxious.

"In fact, Zedi Black Tower is already facing catastrophe."

He said slowly: "Except for you and von Hohenheim...and Longjing tea.

"Maybe all the Black Tower wizards currently reading are dead."

Salvatore's pupils suddenly tightened.

Ignoring the rudeness, he immediately put his hand on Annan's leg, leaned his upper body towards Sir Silver, and leaned over with most of his body: "Please tell me more - what's wrong? How can I help? Are you busy?"

"'Bernardino, the 'Pure Medium', is trying to complete [the work of creation] and further perfect his noble identity. In this way, he must obtain the 'Holy Fire'."

Sir Silver said slowly: "You should know what the Holy Fire is."

(End of this chapter)