Super Righteous Player
Chapter 453 - 450 Follow Me Charge!_1

Chapter 453: Chapter 450 Follow Me Charge!_1

Tasty Wind Goose panted as he hurried back home.

Annan’s call for a full team meeting at 5:30 was precisely from the farthest point of his morning run. He sprinted all the way back and collapsed onto his bed in just over ten minutes.

He didn’t shower or eat breakfast.

But it wasn’t a big deal.

The new version of the promotional video was done.

Just like the first one, it was a montage of nonsensical real-life footage... Although he had no idea what Annan climbing spiderwebs was all about. But compared to the first promotional video, this one contained much more information.

——The first significant foe had emerged.

Although according to Tasty Wind Goose’s speculation, they probably wouldn’t be able to reach the boss’s actual body.

A few players among them were almost advanced enough to reach silver.

But after all, they were just eighty bronzes.

The only good news was that the forty new players who joined later had all completed the advancement and had become Transcendents.

Eighty Transcendents... As long as they could enable infinite respawns this time, they might have a blast!

Tasty Wind Goose felt the rush of excitement and enthusiasm that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

It was like when he was younger, organizing guild raids...

And now he was subtly emerging as a leader among the closed beta players on the Continent of Mist.

This was considerably related to the many strategies he uploaded during the "Nightmare: Gallery" pioneering period, as well as his successful completion of secret missions in Noah.

"Don’t start without me, remember to wait for me..."

Muttering to himself, Tasty Wind Goose quickly closed his eyes and entered the Continent of Mist.

Once he logged on, he received the teleportation ritual right away.

The ritual was very simple——knock on any sound-making object thirteen times, shout "I praise the Firmament," blink seven times toward a light source, and then say "I worship the Firmament"... And you could be teleported directly to the last recorded point.

He had already seen on the forum that currently, there was only one teleportation point... the Marshland Black Tower.

According to the information Lin Yiyi acquired from Annan... In the future, if the players wanted to teleport elsewhere, they would just need to perform this ritual within the teleportation point.

Yes, a teleportation point is not a "location," but an "area."

It’s possible within the general area.

If you teleport there, you’ll randomly appear at a safe spot within the view of a "familiar person" who you once greeted in that area. If there are many acquaintances in the place, the transmission position of friends coming over can be roughly locked down.

If there’s no one at the target location, then the teleportation landing spot is unpredictable.

"In that case, will we have to arrange people to guard the teleportation point in the future..."

Tasty Wind Goose pondered to himself, executing the teleportation ritual quickly and accurately.

He must be the person who knows the most about rituals among the players by now.

After blinking seven times towards the lit candle, Tasty Wind Goose murmured in a low voice:

"——I worship the Firmament."

The next moment, he felt the candlelight suddenly expand and spread.

A bright and dazzling light spread rapidly from the center of Tasty Wind Goose’s vision to the surroundings.

The whole world turned into light.

A mysterious power spread from his eyes to his entire body, and after sweeping through him, Tasty Wind Goose suddenly felt a strong sense of "elevation." It was as if he had ascended to a higher realm...

"You’re late, old goose."

Lin Yiyi’s voice rang out from the side: "Everyone’s been waiting for you."

She said with schadenfreude: "Feels good to teleport, doesn’t it?"

"...I thought I’d get teleportation sickness."

Tasty Wind Goose admitted to this idea, saying somewhat helplessly: "Isn’t that what usually happens in these scenarios?"

No wonder there’s a fee for teleportation...

He looked up, looking around: "How many people have arrived?"

"——Everyone’s here."

The one who answered him was Annan himself.

When Tasty Wind Goose turned to look at Annan... even he was momentarily dazzled, struck by surprise for a brief moment.

The white, thin robe, the frosty, shoulder-length hair, and the scales around the neck made Tasty Wind Goose instantly think of his dragon girl character at Baboon Fourteen Miles.

...It’s a pity the hair is too short.

If it could grow all the way to the waist, it would probably be very beautiful... Adding a pair of that shaped dragon horns would probably look nice as well.

Just as Tasty Wind Goose had this thought in his mind, he suddenly remembered someone.

He immediately turned to look at Xitan Pulan in the crowd.

As expected.

Xitan Pulan’s gaze was firmly locked on Annan, unmoving and extraordinarily focused.

"Very...thank you for coming."

Annan looked toward the players with complex emotions in his eyes.

He had thought that the number of players participating in this major event would not be small.

After all, players liked to join in on the excitement. Considering their confidence, getting about forty or fifty people seemed feasible.

——As long as there were over thirty people, they could smoothly carve out a safe area for Annan to engage in maneuver warfare.

If fewer than twenty players had shown up... Annan would have had to fight desperately to break into the interior of the Black Tower to avoid being attacked from both front and back.

But Annan had never considered that all players would arrive together.

The first batch of players were mostly streamers, with plenty of time to spare, representing his core strength.

However, the second batch of invited players included students, office workers, and bosses. Each had their own life, each with their own difficulties.

Yet they cast aside their own pressures — without any tangible benefits on the line, they chose to heed Annan’s call out of interest.

They might not even consider themselves friends.

It should be noted that nearly half of these players had never seen Annan before... not to mention developing any feelings toward him.

Sensing this connection and bond that transcended culture, civilization, and even worlds, simply between "person" and "person."

For a moment, Annan felt inexplicably moved.

He was finally able to confirm where he was similar yet different from Bernadino.

Like that "Spirit Bearer Monk," Annan too was gaining more and more, stronger and stronger "helpers" like a rolling snowball. His spirit bearers and his players were both like this.

But the difference was that Bernadino’s Spiritual Bodies were silent, without consciousness, without freedom.

While Annan’s players determined their own actions through their free will.

They ventured, they saved the world, they fought against the Demon Lord, all of these actions were simply because they wanted to do them — no one forced them, commanded them, nor enslaved them.

This was not a death game where disobedience to Annan’s orders meant death.

Annan did not disregard the players’ conditions and summon them by force — even though he indeed had the authority to do so.

But having the power doesn’t mean one should use it.

The players arrived joking and talking with each other, without pressure, without fear, none missing.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were serious about saving everything — destroying the bad, preserving the good, avenging evil in the name of Justice, acting as they wished in the name of freedom.

Bonds unchained.

That is what players are.

They followed behind Annan, like a pack of wolves following their king.

...You have also taught me a lesson.

Annan’s lips moved slightly, saying silently.

He looked up at the blazing Heath Tower of Black.

As if sensing Annan’s killing intent — numerous transparent Spiritual Bodies emerged from the air, charging towards them.

They were the hundreds, thousands of Spiritual Bodies Bernadino had collected over the years.

Trapped in an intense standoff with Hugo, they had no opportunity to act.

But for Annan and his players... each Spiritual Body was an experienced, powerful "elite monster."

The players showed no fear whatsoever.

They were like wolves with green eyes, their enthusiasm surging unprecedentedly at the sight of the Spiritual Bodies flying toward them.

——They had never seen such a high density, such a large number of elite monsters since arriving in the Marshland Continent!

Annan’s brief pre-battle rally speech fell at this moment:

"Here, I grant you the power of infinite resurrection—"

He had no intention of continuing to conceal his privileges.

The players all received notifications that revivals would temporarily not deduct levels.

This completely ignited their enthusiasm.

Annan drew his longsword, pointing it forward.

Towards the raging flames, the Heath Tower of Black enshrouded by numerous dead spirits.

His eyes were brilliant, his voice raised.

"My warriors!"

He was the first to charge forward.

A clear and powerful cry echoed across the sky.

"Charge with me—"