Super Righteous Player
Chapter 259 - 257 "Dad’s" Mission (Third Update)_1

Chapter 259: Chapter 257 "Dad’s" Mission (Third Update)_1

Yes, breathe it in!

The skeletal guard’s body did not shatter upon the first collision. Instead, its bones turned pale and extremely brittle, covered with a thick layer of frost.

If it were a being of flesh and blood—the piercingly cold breath inside the "Wheel of Frost", combined with that hint of elemental power, would have been enough to kill instantly.

But if the enemy did not die on the first collision...

After the Wheel of Frost shattered, it reformed a short distance ahead and trapped the entire skeletal guard inside!

The hollow Wheel of Frost kept breaking apart as it sped forward, and along with it, the skeletal guard’s limbs kept shattering, with bone fragments flung out through the gaps in the wheel.

—Yes, this is the correct way to use the Wheel of Frost!

What seemed like a flashy, useless, and fragile attack was actually an extremely brutal instrument of torture.

Any formidable foe that survived the first assault would find their ability to move sealed by the frigid air and become encased in the hollow wheel of ice. At that moment, the hollow wheel transformed into countless fine, sharp, constantly regenerating blades.

The Wheel of Frost did not stop.

It simply curved in an arc—rolling swiftly forward on a path that allowed it to pass over as many skeletal guards as possible!

The original eleven remaining skeletal guards were swallowed up by the rapidly passing Wheel of Frost, with seven consumed in an instant, and the airborne skeletal crows were also drawn in as it rolled by.

It was only upon hitting the eighth skeletal guard that it finally collapsed under the strain, shattered completely, and ceased to reform.

And at that moment, a vast amount of bone shards were being thrown out from the crumbling Wheel of Frost like rain—

[In battle, cleansed the bronze-tier summon "Skeletal Crow," obtaining 120 public experience points.]

[In battle, cleansed the bronze-tier summon "Skeletal Guard," obtaining 34 public experience points.]

[In battle, cleansed the bronze-tier summon "Skeletal Guard," obtaining 30 public experience points.]

...

The prompt flashed eight times in an instant.

Annan immediately acquired a visibly large chunk of experience.

The eighth skeletal guard, having lost its power when the Wheel of Frost struck it, simply fell to the ground, a vertical line of frost marking its body.

And at that time, the Delicious Goose rushed over as soon as it could.

He had already charged forward, using "Full Force Strike" to finish it off.

The warehouse was cleared out in the blink of an eye as the wheel rolled over the ground, thanks to Annan’s efforts.

Only then did the players fully realize their faction leader’s true power.

To them, these skeletal guards were undoubtedly "elite monsters." Apart from Jiu’er, who had sufficient output to handle them, others at most could only restrain them like Lin Yiyi and Delicious Goose did. They could not inflict a lethal injury.

But to Annan, these skeletal guards were nothing but minor monsters that could be cleared away with a single spell...

Meanwhile, the Light Pursuer Monster had been completely frozen.

The moment its external flames were extinguished, it seemed to have lost its life, and the fat-like white, smooth substance on its body solidified into a paste at the same time.

By now, it had completely lost its previous form, resembling a lump of greasy paste encased in ice.

The flames that had spattered onto the rock wall had long since died out. Layers of white paste solidified and softened on the wall, falling to the ground, turning into non-solidifying waste.

As for the abhorrent being, Annan really had no way to deal with it—since it couldn’t attack Annan and his party anyway, it was best to pretend it was air.

By then, apart from a few skeletal guards, all enemies inside the warehouse had been wiped out.

But the old ritualist did not summon anything or perform any curse-killing rituals again.

By now, his pants and the shoulders of his shirt were covered in a layer of white frost. At such low temperatures, his feet must have been frostbitten. Yet the ritualist, referred to as "Old Daddy," did not utter a sound.

He had not attacked Annan a single time throughout the event, merely raising his hands and calmly watching Annan, without any resistance or shouting of any kind.

"Shall I kill him, Your Highness?"

Kafney whispered, "I can do it for you."

She lifted her skirt ever so slightly, as if about to curtsy—a gesture of a lady—but Annan could sense five or six shadowy tentacles slowly reaching out from underneath.

"No need for that yet."

Annan shook his head.

After all, just a ritualist... not a transcendent. He could be killed any time, there was no need to rush.

Not bearing the burden of Curse Binding, he was safe... but it also meant they had no unknown abilities that could turn the tide.

"I think you’ve been captured."

Annan said politely, "But you seem quite unfazed."

"My crimes are too great, panic is useless... You might as well kill me."

"Old Daddy" just chuckled, respectful and humble, "Of course, if you find my old life worthwhile, you can keep me. I can provide you with a ritual to constrain the souls of others. If you have a ready ritual on your side, I can also sign any contract unconditionally."

A ritual that could accept any terms—

Annan could not help but raise his eyebrows.

Essentially, this was giving up everything, all for the sake of preserving one’s own life.

He had no intention of bargaining with Annan, nor did he harbor any delusions of obtaining more. In this regard, this old man was indeed wise... He left Annan only two options.

Either kill him outright, or spare his life—and he was willing to offer everything.

"You seem very experienced in life."

Annan’s mouth curled into a slight smile, "Tell me... what were you after, sacrificing them all?"

"It was to ensure that the loyalty I offer you is valuable."

The old man spoke with humility and respect, "To be frank with you, my lord, my disciples grew wild and ungrateful... If they were to follow and serve under you with me, they would have betrayed you sooner or later."

"But you just betrayed them."

Annan murmured slowly.

Being able to summon skeleton guards meant that until the very end, those people hadn’t realized they had been betrayed.

The summoning conditions for the Light Pursuer Monster were even more stringent. Not counting all the trivial things, just the most difficult material required was "the body fat of a good person who has killed at least ten people."

But the power of the Light Pursuer Monster was far too weak...

The old man must have seen or been aware of Annan and the other players’ previous battle with his summons. That’s why he summoned the disgust inducers to counter Kafney’s lantern, the child’s rock fragment attack, and traps; he summoned bloodless skeleton guards to combat Jiu’er who could replenish her life by drinking blood, using their shield-holding feature to restrain the other players; he used the bone crow to force Xitan Pulan out of the warehouse.

These were targeted summons.

But... the Light Pursuer Monster?

Its only value lay in increasing the shadow area for Kafney...which would allow her to summon more shadow tentacles.

However, after hearing Kafney’s words, Annan understood.

—The Light Pursuer Monster was not an "enemy."

It was a "gift" for Kafney.

His summons served to display power to Annan on one hand, and on the other... to prevent himself from being assassinated before speaking to Annan.

Annan was curious.

When had this old Ritualist started to prepare for surrender?

"If you don’t trust me, killing me is also an option."

In face of Annan’s questioning, the old man simply bowed humbly and replied, "The people of the Rotten Husband Church didn’t tell me...that the ’Tan Juan Geraint’ they asked me to deal with was someone with the clout to command the house of Noah."

"Anything else?"

Annan said calmly, "That reason is not sufficient."

"Another reason is...the perspective of the bone crow allowed me to see your face. Clearly, you are not a Geraint, so the previous arrangement became null and void. I prepared enough black powder to blow us both to heaven right inside the second row of crates by the door. There’s a whole eight crates, and I even wrapped the barrels of black powder with a round of gravel. If I really wanted to harm you, all I’d need is for these skeleton guards to hold torches..."

The old man said humbly, "Of course, if you really can’t trust me, killing me is also an option."

"Still not enough."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You’re still hiding something."

In truth, Annan could no longer see what else he might be hiding.

He felt that this time, the old man was indeed speaking the truth. However, the logic behind it puzzled Annan.

This was merely a bluff Annan was trying. If it didn’t work out, he was still ready to take this rare talent under his wing—naturally, with the necessary vigilance and constraints.

After all, someone who could so readily sell out his apprentices could certainly sell out his master.

But upon hearing Annan’s words, "Old Daddy" suddenly lifted his head, staring at Annan intently, sizing him up.

This surprised Annan.

...Did I actually bluff something out?

But then, the suddenly changed tone of "Old Daddy" made Annan freeze.

"It seems you really want to know."

The "Old Daddy" sighed, the worm-like humility on his face slowly faded to a calm, somewhat indifferent expression, "Since it’s come to this, I’ll just say it... Considering that Her Highness Kafney has already addressed you as ’Your Highness,’ and that it seems like you might spare my life.

"In fact, I am an agent sent by the ’Lady of the Storm’ to Noah. I have been in Noah for a long time, sent this time under the commission of the Rotten Husband Church to observe the resurrection and divine ascent of the ’Eye of Lag’... This is the primary mission given by the Lady of the Storm, the mission is now complete, and my message has already been sent. My life has earned its keep. But this...my students, they were none the wiser.

"Does this make sense to you, Your Highness?"