Super Righteous Player
Chapter 212 - 210 Silver Baron_1

Chapter 212: Chapter 210 Silver Baron_1

That was a giant, draped in a mink cape speckled with white and black spots, with a platinum crown adorning his head, his feet shod in heavy platinum boots, and his hands covered completely with white thick leather gloves—his entire body was enveloped in garments.

The Skeleton King.

Annan had seen Him before.

The aura of despair emanating from the Skeleton King caused Lin Yiyi and Delicious Wind Goose to tremble violently all over, nearly vomiting.

But for Annan, it was a life-saving chill—

If it weren’t for the Skeleton King’s timely appearance, Annan’s consciousness would have been completely dissolved by the Rotting Husband.

But before Annan could feel joyous,

The four people present who heard the name "Atabanus" suddenly felt their skin itching slightly.

Annan was relatively fine, and the two players were just mildly uncomfortable.

But it was Salvatore who reacted most violently.

He seemed immune to the intense pain within him, his only response was to scratch his own skin relentlessly—

Annan knew of Salvatore’s strong willpower.

If even Salvatore couldn’t endure it... it must be a truly unbearable intense itch.

But after Salvatore’s skin was torn open from his scratching, there was no blood. Nor was there any bloody mess—

Underneath the skin, lay another layer of brand-new skin.

And the parts of skin he did not scratch burst open on their own, revealing the hairless new skin beneath.

Salvatore, noticing the dried, broken skin in his hands, was suddenly taken aback.

He casually touched his hair, only to rip out a whole clump.

Staring at the hair in his palm, Salvatore’s pupils tremble violently—clearly startled.

...No, don’t panic.

Mixing some hair growth potion should do the trick...

—Wait a minute?

Salvatore suddenly paused.

He realized that the relentless, unbearable pain within him had suddenly vanished.

And before Annan, Lin Yiyi, and Delicious Wind Goose, a new prompt appeared:

[Acquired Mystical Knowledge: The true name of the god of eternal life and sterility, "Rotting Husband."]

[This Mystical Knowledge can be used for "Divine Descent Ritual: Summon ’Rotting Husband’," "Golden Incantation (Idol School): Molting Style Rebirth," "High-tier Material: Living Serpent’s Slough."]

[This Mystical Knowledge will be forgotten after being used "1" time and cannot be obtained again.]

It was the first time for the players to see what the owner of the countless voices they had heard looked like.

Lin Yiyi swiftly took a photo of the two divine beings each, saving the screenshots.

Hearing the Skeleton King’s voice behind Him, the Rotting Husband merely let out a light chuckle.

Without any semblance of panic, He didn’t even turn around but just tilted His head slightly and laughed like a little girl, "It’s been a long time, senior. I was just passing by to take a look... How did I manage to disturb You?

"I thought You had taken root in Frostwater Harbor. Or is it that You’re getting old and thus a light sleeper, waking up for a pee after a short rest?"

"I... have long known... you would come."

The deep, echoing voice of the Skeleton King rang out, "I’ve waited for you... for some time..."

Upon hearing this, the Rotting Husband turned back and scrutinized the Skeleton King closely.

Then, like a court lady, He elegantly clasped His hands in front of Him, sighing in a delicate, prolonged tone:

"Wow."

Unlike Lin Yiyi and the others, who felt overwhelmed by the ensuing aura of the two gods,

The players watching the live stream from Frostwater Harbor almost burst into laughter at the Rotting Husband’s reaction.

—"Fufu is quite the character, this passive-aggressive act really has some flair to it."

—"Fufu is cool. Does it sound a bit fluffy?"

—"The term ’Rotting Husband’ signifies a eunuch, isn’t it natural for a hermaphrodite to be passive-aggressive?"

—"Following that logic, Fufu should also be adept at yin-yang magic..."

—"And probably has the yin-yang eyes too."

"——Did you see that, Sister Gang? Learn from this. That’s what you call mockery; directly calling someone a ’grandson’ that can’t hold back a howl."

On the other side, the Bone Lord showed no reaction to the Provoker’s taunting.

He simply stood there in silence, motionlessly watching the Provoker.

By this time, Annan had already taken the opportunity to escape from the Provoker.

But he didn’t flee far—instead, he stood in front of 44 Clearwater Street, watching the standoff between the two False Gods from a distance.

They were merely staring at each other, doing nothing, yet the air around them became murky and unstable.

The cold and warm air intertwined violently, creating a terrifying whirlwind.

Annan clearly saw strings of a dozen buffs constantly appearing, disappearing, and canceling each other out above the players’ heads:

"Despair Aura", "Death’s Breath", "Soul Reaping Fragrance", "Bone-Chilling Cold", "Rejuvenation", "Tremble Aura", "Viscera Proliferation", "Skin-Chilling Bone Penetration"...

And these were not statuses bestowed upon the players by the two False Gods.

It was solely due to the animosity between Them, which stirred the murky air.

After a long while, the Provoker broke the silence, "What exactly do you want, anyway?

"What good does this do for you?"

"The benefit... is in denying you any benefits."

The Bone Lord’s deep, echoing, hollow voice slowly resounded.

Upon hearing this, the Provoker fell silent.

The next moment, as if realizing something, Salvatore staggered to his feet and started to run—

One and Delicious Swan Goose still didn’t quite understand why.

But they also instinctively wanted to follow Salvatore and run.

But in the end, they were still a step too late.

Their bodies suddenly became withered and pale, as if they had lost all their color, and in the blink of an eye, they lost their lives.

The next moment, the two of them resurrected from afar.

Their remaining corpses at the original location turned entirely pure white, then collapsed into ash, spreading evenly across the ground, leaving a milky-white lake under their feet.

Immediately after—countless figures draped in white robes and wearing silver masks, with no hair like the Provoker, stepped out of that lake one by one.

Each of them possessed an oppressive presence similar to that of a soul eater.

But in the next instant, a layer of black ice formed on the surface of the white lake. Before those robed figures could fully emerge from the lake, the filthy-feeling black ice completely froze their bodies.

It then shattered with a loud crash.

Throughout the process, the Bone Lord made no movements.

He simply maintained that position in silence, calmly looking at the Provoker.

"...Are you serious?"

The Provoker’s voice was somewhat deep, "Are you declaring war?"

"Be patient... Provoker."

The Bone Lord slowly said, "I am only stopping your actions—I have not attacked you."

"I can testify that the Bone Lord indeed did not attack you, Provoker!"

It was at this moment that a cheerful and loud voice rang out.

Unlike the two False Gods who appeared silently in situ.

Accompanied by a splendid and dazzling silver beam of light that could easily be seen for miles, the sky’s crimson halo, along with the false black-red sun, was instantaneously torn apart like a sham.

In the blink of an eye, the sky returned to the early morning scene. The newborn sun, still entwined with triple runes, had just risen from the eastern sea.

And from the pillar of light, a youth in a white tailored short coat strode out.

He wore a monocle, his smile radiant and sunny. His face was slim, his chin slightly pointed, his skin reflecting a healthy hue. He had tea-colored curls in a middle-part, looking like a young merchant in his twenties, yet also like a scholar just out of school, brimming with energy. His perpetually squinting eyes twinkled with the brilliance of Wisdom, and just the right touch of cunning that never seemed offensive.

Annan almost immediately recognized him—or rather, His identity.

For his face was the spitting image of the one on the silver coin.

——This was the Guardian God of the Noah Kingdom, the Trade God!

Silver Baron!