Super Righteous Player
Chapter 425 - 422 Placing in a Deadly Situation_1

Chapter 425: Chapter 422 Placing in a Deadly Situation_1

Annan had wondered in the past what the fabled Holy Nation, established atop the clouds, would be like—a nation shrouded in mystery.

Unexpectedly, his first glimpse of the Holy Nation’s scenery would be in someone else’s nightmare...

Although it was called "The Holy Nation," the technology here was surprisingly advanced.

Annan could see steam airships circling the horizon; there were vehicles similar to tricycles on the streets that could speed forward without horses; golden and silver pipelines delivering something to each household.

Some tower-like buildings had hollow exteriors, with many complex gears rotating. Many huge pipes, about one meter in diameter, twisted and snaked along the structures.

It looked much more prosperous than Noah...

No wonder the people of the Holy Nation looked down on those from other countries.

It was completely reasonable.

With just a glance, Annan could tell that there was a technological gap of at least two hundred years...

"——Bang!"

Just then, Annan suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the main door.

It wasn’t the sound of knocking... it was more like a drunkard had kicked the door.

Annan held his breath instantly, directing his attention there.

But she didn’t reflexively ask "Who is it?"

People who kick down doors... don’t need to ask such questions.

In fact, pretending to be not home might be a better idea.

She closed her eyes, sensing her own body.

This body had mana, about at the mid-level of the bronze tier, skilled in the Decree School. But she couldn’t use the spells of the Disabling School... and Annan didn’t know any Decree School spells either.

Besides, her body was excessively frail. The reaction speed was very slow, and there was hardly any muscle on the body—she probably hadn’t learned how to use a sword, so even with the element of surprise, it wasn’t certain she could successfully assassinate using this body.

But fortunately, there was a silver coin on the corner of the desk.

Annan quickly grabbed the silver coin.

She noticed that the silver coin was polished bright—but she didn’t look like she was short on money.

It seemed to be often held in hand... Was it used for divination?

Could she also cast spells from the School of Prophets?

As thoughts raced, Annan didn’t stop moving while she pondered. She hesitated for a moment, took off her slippers, and carefully, quickly hid them under the desk.

Then, she dart-darted to the bedroom closet.

...No, wait a moment.

She hesitated again, grabbed the upper part of the closet, and tried to jump up.

She didn’t make it.

"——Thud!"

Another loud sound came from the door.

And Annan tried again, this time finally managing to jump up.

She struggled to crawl inside—pushing the neatly folded quilt to the outer side while she curled up.

Fortunately, she was short enough to hide in the tiny wooden cabinet.

Then Annan closed the closet door with utmost care, her breathing became long and exceedingly light.

"——Thud!"

Eventually, the third loud noise came.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the doorway.

"Unfold the recording orb!"

A man ordered.

The next moment, just like when a mobile phone is brought close to a speaker.

A loud, "buzzing" noise arose in the air.

Rustling sounds, like a multitude of insects crawling on a window, and low whispers of dozens of people talking stealthily echoed back and forth in the air.

"Mind noise floor has been completely unfolded, Decree spells are blocked!"

Someone quickly responded.

The first voice whispered, "The target may not be home, search thoroughly! But do not cause any damage... Remember the original positions before searching, and make sure to restore them afterward."

"We don’t need her alive, repeat, we don’t need her alive! Attack on sight!"

"Yes, captain!"

Other voices responded in dribs and drabs.

Annan furrowed his brows slightly.

...What are these people up to?

At first, he thought they might be a gang targeting young women... but now it seemed they were specifically after Decree Wizards?

And not to capture, but to kill outright?

Why, though?

If it were Soul Reaping Wizards or Disabling Wizards, Annan could understand... Even the Idol School was somewhat comprehensible.

But what have Decree Wizards ever done to you?

They’re just working stiffs, and bronze-tier Decree Wizards have some practical abilities like discerning true names, toxins, curses, and such, but hardly any spatial abilities of note...

The blocking of Decree spells didn’t matter to Annan... since he couldn’t cast Decree spells in the first place.

Suddenly, footsteps entered the room.

Annan held his breath again.

As expected... the person took a brief look around the bedroom, then aimed straight for the closet.

He violently swung open the closet door and then immediately stepped back, pointing a gun into the closet.

"Tch."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment and slightly closed the closet door.

As Annan had predicted—the space was too small to appear as if it could hide a person. Therefore, no one would think to look there. But it was precisely because of that, it seemed unlikely for someone to be inside.

"...Huh?"

But the next moment, the man voiced his confusion.

Annan’s heart tightened.

He realized— the slippers under the table had been discovered.

To pretend he wasn’t home, the slippers should have been placed at the front door.

However, not knowing when exactly the door would be broken down... it wouldn’t be smart to run towards the entrance rashly.

The moment she attempted to go there, the door might have been kicked open.

But there was no choice, there was nowhere to hide the slippers at that moment... and she hadn’t expected so many people.

After all, she had only heard one person kicking the door.

If it had been just one person, she could have crawled here, used the "Final Touch" of Curse Binding to disguise, and perhaps unexpectedly succeeded in a counter-kill.

But as it seemed now, there were at least four people.

Even if Annan could take out one of them, she wouldn’t be able to deal with the other three. She might even get trapped in this small room...

It would be best to wait until they left.

"Sss..."

After seeing the slippers under the table, the man became contemplative.

He sniffed the air and wandered around the room with his gun in hand.

Annan crouched in the small space, not daring to breathe heavily.

After a while, a voice from outside asked, "Found anything?"

"No, she doesn’t seem to be home."

The man replied, "Should we head back?"

"Oh."

The response from outside was indifferent, "Remember to restore everything to how it was."

Then the man began to undo his searching tracks, casually closing the wardrobe door as he passed it, completely blocking Annan’s line of sight.

His footsteps quickly moved toward the outside of the door. Soon after, Annan heard the sound of the bedroom door closing.

...Is it over?

Annan paused for a moment.

That’s right, not everyone can hide as quickly as she did... and someone might reflexively ask "Who’s there?"...

—Wrong!

Annan’s pupils suddenly shrunk to their limit.

Why...

Why would he close the door?

The bedroom was originally left open!

The next moment, the wardrobe was abruptly opened again.

In front of Annan, there was no one.

Only a pistol, flickering with silver light and etched with runes, was pointed toward the small space above the wardrobe.

The man was hiding beside the wardrobe, aiming the gun through the quilt at Annan.

"Miss, could you please come out?"

The man’s gentle voice sounded, "We mean no harm, we just want to ask you a few things..."

"...Okay."

There was a pause from within, followed by a soft reply.

—Bang!

The next moment, the man sharply, without hesitation, closed the wardrobe door again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Screams of agony erupted from within.

Without a second thought, he shot repeatedly in Annan’s direction, backing away all the while and shouting loudly, "I found her, help me!"

The screams gradually diminished and soon ceased.

Footsteps hurriedly approached.

Four men rushed into the bedroom, bringing with them the noisy sphere. Upon entering, without any communication, they continuously fired at the upper part of the wardrobe.

There was no response, but they were still meticulously pouring bullets inside.

Afterwards, there was silence for half a minute.

No sound came from within.

"I’ll check it out."

The leader’s voice came through.

"No, Captain!"

Another younger voice rang out, "I’ll do it!"

The person slowly approached, cautiously opening the wardrobe door.

He was mentally prepared to see the grisly corpse of a woman after opening the door...

But instead, he saw a black-haired, black-eyed, muscular, tall middle-aged man curling up inside.

His eyes burned with a fierce rage.

The bullets had torn his shirt to shreds, revealing his pale yet strong muscles underneath. Small holes were punched into him, some bullets even embedding in his skin, unable to penetrate.

In the next moment, a powerful fist lashed out, breaking the young man’s nasal bone!

Like a fish leaping out—Annan’s strong, marble-like body jumped directly onto the young man’s chest. With his hands wide open, he grabbed the young man’s head from the front, using the momentum to slam his occiput ferociously onto the ground!

In just a moment of encounter, Annan had already killed a man.

He turned his head, his burning gaze now fixed on the remaining three men.

"David," who was always smiling, now wore an expression of chilling coldness.

"I hope you can give me an explanation,"

Annan said calmly.

His left eye gleamed with brilliance—It was the light of Curse Binding, belonging to a silver-tier.

"...Sir, this is a misunderstanding."

Seeing this light, the leading middle-aged man fell silent for a while but eventually caved in.

He tried not to look at the person on the ground, speaking softly, "We mean no offense to you, we were simply following our lord’s commands, to collect some materials..."

"Whose commands?"

"The god of Blackmail and Promises, the Protector,"

The man quickly replied, "He is a True God from a foreign land, the subordinate god of the Silver Baron... They wanted us to procure some vertebrae of the wizards from the Decree School. This is true."

His attitude seemed very sincere, not like a fabrication.

...Vertebrae, huh?

Is it the Philosopher’s Stone again?

Annan slowly nodded his head.

Very good.

Everything made sense.

He slowly approached the middle-aged man, his clenched fist gradually relaxing.

"—I see.

"But you attacked me for no good reason, and that cost me the woman..."

Annan dragged out his words, slowly moving closer.

—Honestly, if it were someone else, maybe they would have been fooled.

The people of The Holy Nation probably don’t know... the Protector never left Noah.

Moreover, it’s clearly not May now; the Protector can’t even communicate with people from other countries!

The remaining three men hesitated, instinctively taking a half step back.

Even though Annan couldn’t use any spells at the moment, it didn’t mean he lacked deterrence... After all, whether as David or himself, he was a bona fide silver-tier.

And those several men were likely just ordinary people.

—Such is the fear of the weak.

But what she truly feared was probably just "being hunted" itself.

Annan approached the middle-aged man, his palm suddenly extending a segment of a silver blade, piercing through the man’s heart.

"But I, David, don’t believe your fairy tales!"

Annan, with a cruel smile, slowly withdrew the silver blade.

Upon seeing that terrifying smile, the remaining two men retreated two steps in fear.

They had guns in their hands, but they dared not confront Annan.

This was a silver-tier Transcendent—

But obviously, they couldn’t see.

Annan’s health... after being shot at, had dwindled to only 9%.

To trick them, Annan transformed into David after being shot, aiming to take a few bullets, scream in agony, and prove they had truly hit their mark.

—Now, a bullet was embedded in his heart.

He could barely walk a few steps without losing blood.

Yet on Annan’s face was an arrogantly villainous smile.

It was this expression that deterred the two men from fleeing or attacking—