Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1107 - 163: Arrival at the Church of the God of Resilience

Chapter 1107: Chapter 163: Arrival at the Church of the God of Resilience

"...It’s been a long time indeed."

A noble young man with dazzling golden curls stood at the street corner, casually sighing: "But this sky-high stench has truly never changed."

His pupils, bright like flowing lava, made one feel a burning pain in their eyes just by making eye contact... and even with eyes closed, one could still feel a slight warmth on their eyelids.

The young man wore a pure white trench coat adorned with red patterns, its high collar covering his entire throat. The bright red tie and dark red shirt made his chest appear like slowly solidifying lava.

His back was straight, his gaze confident, his stance casual yet dignified.

Even people a street away could notice him at a glance.

Under the noonday sun, Arthur Burnfang seemed to glow. His tanned skin showed no trace of sweat.

But the passersby around him dared not strike up a conversation with Arthur.

His distinctive pupils immediately revealed his identity.

It was the mark of the Roaring Fang family!

The family that almost monopolized the position of Tower Master in Dennisiowa’s Lava Forbidden Tower and held a seat on the advisory council. Even those named "Dennisiowa" had to be courteous to them.

—After all, if they truly lost their temper, it could indeed be "explosive."

Yet, a girl nonchalantly patted Arthur on the shoulder amid the fearful stares of the onlookers.

Her long curly hair, dyed in gradations, was unforgettable after just one glance—roughly seventy percent of it near the roots was pinkish-purple, transitioning to a heavy silver-gray below the waist.

And there was an almost purple transition zone in between.

"Though you say that," Yufimia Melvin stood with her hands clasped behind her back, gazing up at Arthur with a smile, "you don’t seem to have a look of disgust at all."

"You don’t understand Dennisiowa."

Arthur put his hands in his pockets, nostalgically raising his head: "This smelly and stinky stench is precisely the proof of a prosperous harbor."

Rotting fish.

Seagull droppings.

Bloodstains dried on the ground not long ago.

"...And the smell of money intertwined with conspiracy and desire."

Arthur stretched out his hand, tenderly stroking his increasingly longer golden curls.

His hair had now grown past his shoulder blades, and coupled with his symmetrical physique and his handsome androgynous face... if it weren’t for his height of over one eighty-five, he might be mistaken for a strong noble lady.

"—[Blood Overflows the Skull of Thine Enemy]."

As his hand touched his head, Arthur recited idly.

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

The three people standing not far from him suddenly turned a rapid shade of purplish blue, fell to their knees... and soon died, bleeding from all orifices.

It was a death spell called[Death’s Counter], belonging to the school of Destruction Spells.

It bestowed a curse upon its target for protection... if someone harbored murderous intent towards the target in the immediate aftermath, this complex curse would trace along the line of sight and cause instant rupture of the assailant’s brain.

Because the target of the spell was not the enemy but oneself, its retaliatory effect could not be easily bypassed by a spirit’s rank.

Given its immediate effectiveness upon completion, even if the assailants realized something was wrong, it was very difficult to establish effective defenses.

Although the duration of this spell was short—with Arthur’s level, it probably lasted less than two seconds—it could serve well against targeted assassination attempts in a moment of crisis.

—Even if someone tried to assassinate Arthur from outside his field of vision, they would be instantly counterattacked and killed by this spell.

Ten years ago, Arthur... definitely wouldn’t have had such habits.

Contrary to the "confidence" he exhibited.

It was precisely because Arthur deeply understood his own vulnerability and knew he could not afford to die lightly as the most legitimate Destruction Wizard... that he became more cautious in his actions.

Because what he carried on his back was no longer just his own life.

—If someone attempted to assassinate a destruction wizard in a bustling area, they must be a bit insane.

There would be no mistake in killing them.

The other people on the street, upon seeing three people suddenly collapse... Although their expressions were somewhat uncomfortable, they didn’t panic to the point of fleeing. They simply moved a bit further away from them, away from Arthur, walking a bit faster.

It felt like seeing a glaring gas canister on the street, or a shaky window that was about to fall, or witnessing power lines swaying in the wind about two meters above the ground.

—Anyway, it was safer to walk around.

Although they also knew that if a real disaster struck, walking around like that might not save them...

"They seem rather calm."

Euphemia Melvin remarked, "Even when faced with such an incident, they don’t scream and run away..."

"No," Arthur shook his head, "Part of the reason is that they’re used to it... people dying on the streets is nothing out of the ordinary for Dennisiowa.

"The other part of the reason is that they actually know—if a major incident does happen, fleeing is useless."

The battles between high-ranking Transcendents could easily destroy buildings beyond their line of sight. Especially in Dennisiowa, where the world’s highest concentration of destruction wizards could be found.

If a serious problem did arise, whether they stood in place, ran a few steps, sprinted away from the street, or went back home, there wouldn’t be much of a difference.

So they remained composed.

—After all, if Transcendents start fighting, even the police can’t handle it. And the mounted police might not come.

If there really were madmen killing people at random, those who scream and run might be the first to be killed; if they were attacked and killed while passing by his side... then it could only be considered bad luck.

"That’s how Dennisiowa is."

Arthur said with a smile, "Born free, die at random."

"...Truly a land filled with sin."

A light voice sighed softly, "Just as Annan said, ’How could I ignore this’..."

That was not Euphemia’s voice.

Hearing this voice, both Arthur and Euphemia bowed in the direction it came from.

It sounded like the dragging of chains.

Suddenly, a naked left foot stepped out of the void.

She was a blonde girl that exuded a sense of "purity."

She wore a pale-white short skirt, with the length only covering half of her thigh. Her arms were adorned with white long gloves, and her right foot was clad in a silvery-white boot and covered in a white stocking that reached halfway up her thigh.

On her naked left foot, there was a broken chain wound around it. The other end of the chain disappeared into the void.

The newly named God of Defiance, the "Absolver"—was manifesting from there.

The church of the newly-established God of Defiance had received an invitation from the Kingdom of Dennisiowa... to establish a branch in Dennisiowa.

—And just upon landing, they encountered an assassin.

The Absolver looked around worriedly, "I can see that this place is filled with betrayal..."

"Where shall we go first, Your Holiness?"

Arthur asked respectfully, "To meet the King first? Or the Duke?"

"Of course, we go to Annan first."

The Absolver replied without hesitation.

She paused for a moment and then added, "Your captain should be with Annan. You want to see her too, right?

"Let’s go... Let’s go meet them together."

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