Super Righteous Player
Chapter 449 - 446 Perfect Winter’s Breath_1

Chapter 449: Chapter 446 Perfect Winter’s Breath_1

The next moment, a phrase emerged in Annan’s mind.

It was spoken by the great-grandmother in the language of dragons... Merely hearing this phrase made Annan feel his health rapidly depleting.

"...The word ’Winter’ was born before the advent of the seasons, even before the birth of light and fire. It was first used to describe the tranquil quietness of the heavens at the birth of the earth, like a dying old man; and the earth’s hatred for all things that are passing away yet have not passed..."

—That was as far as it went.

Annan had already lost consciousness by then.

When he woke up again, his health was a precarious 1%. The interior of the Tower of Frost had formed another layer of exceedingly beautiful frost.

The two and a half sentences about the "secret of creation" that Annan had heard before were deeply engraved in his heart.

"...What’s with the stern face, telling me to fight on my own, and something about resolve and desires..."

But wasn’t I secretly given a bunch of good stuff?

Annan muttered quietly.

He had been influenced by the highest order of frost domains.

And he had received a gift from the great-grandmother.

...Now, the ritual was about to officially begin.

Annan had the Transcendents’ corpses, which had been transported here in advance, laid out in a circle around him at the twelve points of a clock.

They were all lying flat, faces up and palms down. Their hair had already been shaved clean by Annan’s own hand, their bald heads forming a circle at Annan’s feet.

Annan took out the cursed artifact "Ice Block Sealed with Light" that Kafney had made for him.

It was like an oval ice pellet the size of a grape, resembling a series of light bulbs but not glaring -- about the brightness of a student’s desk lamp.

They were stored in a small, elegant lady’s lantern, the white silk lampshade even embroidered with patterns, with the main body made of pure silver filigree and carefully polished crystal.

This was Kafney’s favourite lantern... and the lone light she lit behind herself when she killed as the "Shadow Fiend."

When Annan’s hand touched the lampshade, he could even feel a trace of warmth. That was the very light warmth left when light shone on the lampshade. If not for Annan’s highly sensitive attributes, he might not have noticed this slight difference from the room temperature, even in the cold Tower of Frost.

But when Annan touched the ice block, he felt a distinctly cool sensation.

—It was a sort of "adhesive feeling."

Just as when one licks a metal railing in winter, or touches dry ice with bare hands... only slightly lighter than that sensation.

Yet, if an ordinary person were to touch this ice block, they would probably sustain a frostbite injury.

Storing light, yet colder than normal ice?

It did not melt in the crystal container at room temperature.

But the moment Annan grasped it, white smoke began to billow immediately.

Annan gently placed it under the tongue of the corpse, closed their mouth to obscure it from the light.

The skin of the Transcendents’ bodies, frozen for a long time in the icehouse, showed a purplish-white hue. Far from having any body temperature, they were exceedingly cold to the touch.

Yet even so, the "Ice Block Sealed with Light" would gradually begin to melt when not stored in a transparent container.

Annan stood in the center of all the corpses with his eyes closed, maintaining a calm expression and natural breathing.

The torrential rain outside continued unabated.

The churning clouds gradually gathered, becoming increasingly low and oppressive.

The travelers had long since returned to their homes, and a torrential downpour roared through the city.

With Annan’s present Mana Pool, maintaining "Thoughts as Rain" for a sufficiently long time was not a difficult task. Besides, it was going to rain in Noah anyway; Annan had simply added an extra ingredient.

But this also meant that no light could be seen beneath the sky.

Inside the Tower of Frost, it was pitch black.

Annan stood extremely still at the center, motionless. And with his breath, the twelve "ice blocks sealed with light" kept flashing.

The highest-grade influence he possessed acted like the eye of a storm, constantly and endlessly drawing the magic power from the surrounding world.

The intensely cold magical power streamed ceaselessly from both the Tower of Frost and the storm outside. Part of it was absorbed into Annan’s body, and part of it entered the corpses at his feet.

—Locked within the body, the light couldn’t penetrate the binding of the corpses, which gradually became like glaze, turning transparent and sparkling.

"Grandmother Rigret..."

Annan softly chanted his grandmother’s true name.

With his chanting, a frigid power seeped out from around Annan.

A thin layer of frost slowly formed on the skin of Annan and the corpses alike. Even Annan’s heartbeat became incredibly slow... he felt an icy power continuously transforming his lungs, trachea, and nasopharynx.

He opened his mouth with great difficulty and chanted Mr. Radiance’s true name again, "Bode... protect me..."

"—I hear you, Charioteer... Is there something you require?"

A somewhat familiar voice arose in Annan’s mind, "It’s ’Winter’s Breath,’ correct?

"I will help you."

The next moment, a dazzlingly radiant, golden glow burst forth from within Annan.

Covered in ice on the outside, he held light within.

Like an "ice block sealed with light."

The twelve hours, the twelve months, the twelve corpses, they formed the symbol of the twelve True Gods.

Both intense coldness and brilliance emanated from the twelve corpses. Standing in the center, Annan was gradually encased in ice... while the radiant light deftly moved within him, as if it were etching something or healing something.

The glow within the twelve corpses gradually dimmed, and the ice blocks melted away completely while Annan remained standing, completely encased in ice with dazzling light radiating from within.

The light, resembling some kind of liquid, shook and dropped within the ice, slowly seeping into Annan’s lungs.

This went on for several hours.

Until the setting sun descended.

The moment a shift occurred within Annan’s Mana Pool, both the "ice" and "light" on him abruptly vanished.

As Annan slowly opened his eyes.

He exhaled deeply... much like slowly letting out smoke after taking a drag, except what he exhaled was a wind so cold that it could instantly freeze mortals.

[You have perfectly completed a ritual, your will attribute +2]

[You have gained the heterotypical ability "Winter’s Breath" at the "Frost Scaled Dragon" transformation level]

[Winter’s Breath (Heterotypical): Can freely transform breath into "Winter’s Breath," a process that continuously consumes Order Mana.]

[While inhaling, you can extract the warmth and life from living beings at a distance. The life extracted can be used to heal some of your own injuries]

[While exhaling, a frigid wind is unleashed, the effects of which are equivalent to a "Frost Scaled Dragon" of the same age using its breath. Creatures killed by this wind cannot be resurrected by any means below the Truth Rank]