Super Righteous Player
Chapter 456 - 453 Annan’s Sublime Fake Body_1

Chapter 456: Chapter 453 Annan’s Sublime Fake Body_1

Only in the blink of an eye, Annan had closed in on Bernadino.

As he swung his sword, the sky around them seemed to suddenly brighten.

That was undoubtedly an illusion.

When Annan was less than five meters away from Bernadino, he suddenly felt an unprecedented massive resistance.

With the momentum carrying him forward two steps, the invisible resistance grew increasingly strong.

It was as if he had been swallowed by transparent glue.

Annan felt an extremely strong sense of pressure on his chest—his body became completely stiff in an instant, and even breathing became very difficult.

His movements became abnormally slow... Annan could even feel his right arm’s bones making a crunching, breaking sound.

Annan realized—this seemed to be some sort of strong defensive barrier, or perhaps a personal restraint and imprisonment.

It wasn’t the style of the Disabling School’s spells... it was more like that of the Decree School or the Idol School.

But in the next moment, Annan noticed.

When his own movements were suddenly restrained by some invisible force.

The boning knife he had thrown behind him, however, passed under his armpit at an undiminished speed, stabbing straight into Bernadino’s right shoulder!

...It only restrained him, but not the boning knife?

Annan narrowed his eyes, taking note of this detail.

When the boning knife penetrated Bernadino’s body, it shattered with a bang into fragments of nothingness, and the explosion further enlarged the wound. A thick and scorching liquid of an abnormally bright red color, immediately flowed from Bernadino’s wound.

The huge impact made Bernadino stagger, nearly toppling over.

"...Annan?"

But Bernadino didn’t cry out in pain—as if he had no sense of it at all, he knitted his brows in a complicated expression and looked back: "You’ve come at this time..."

He didn’t immediately launch an attack on Annan.

Annan also simply gave up the idea of continuing to rush forward at this moment.

He couldn’t identify what spell he had been bound by.

It was best to disengage for now.

Annan took a big leap, jumping backward close to the ground.

In the confrontation just now, his right arm had developed fine cracks in the bone, and the muscles had been strained, swelling up at an alarming speed.

Annan quickly checked his health value.

88%.

Although his most important right arm had been injured, his health hadn’t dropped much...

Annan, while retreating quickly, pulled out a potent healing potion from his bag, bit off the stopper, and held it in his mouth.

He also took out the Philosopher’s Stone at the same time.

...He had to use the Philosopher’s Stone; otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the power to confront Bernadino.

If he hadn’t reached the Gold rank... he wouldn’t even be able to see where the Gold rank spiritual body guarding Bernadino was, or when it would attack him.

Annan unhesitatingly injected the Philosopher’s Stone into his own heart.

He originally planned to hold off until the players arrived.

Now it seemed they might not make it in time.

"So, it’s the Philosopher’s Stone," Bernadino said with a slight smile, his tone somewhat contrived. "You actually think to defeat me with the Philosopher’s Stone—"

"You’re wrong," Annan denied.

"It’s not that I’m planning to defeat you with the Philosopher’s Stone."

"Then you—"

"I am going to use the power of the Philosopher’s Stone to ensure a fair fight," Annan spoke slowly, deliberately enunciating each word. "And then...

"With my own power, I will kill you."

He felt a strong heartbeat.

Even his eardrums were throbbing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

A strange power made the blood throughout his body start to become restless.

It was the sensation of blood boiling with heat.

It wasn’t pain.

It was like being in a warm nest of blankets on a winter night... heated to the point of near drowsiness.

Runes glowing with a golden light streamed out from his heart, spreading quickly to his entire body.

Wrist, shoulder, chest, abdomen, back, cheek, forehead, legs...

[Level Rising, Current Level 26]

[Level Rising, Current Level 31]

The subtitles streamed by very quickly, eventually slowing down:

[Level Rising, Current Level 48]

[Extracting Element—]

[Bloodline Element: Frost (100%)]

[Soul Attributes: Radiance (100%), Wisdom (45%), Glory (10%), Beauty (13%), Discipline (6%)]

It was just a fleeting glance.

Annan could determine... compared to last time, his level and the concentration of elemental essence had both improved further.

Level 48... The extreme state of the Truth Rank should only be level 50.

Does the Philosopher’s Stone really possess this kind of power?

Or is it just that I am special?

Such doubts flashed through Annan’s mind.

A strong radiance ascended from his mind — in Annan’s eyes, the whole world turned into a brightness.

[Elemental Manifestation: Frost, Radiance]

[Perfect Manifestation]

[Revelation of Truth in Progress——]

[Book of the Celestial Chariot 3/6]

[Available Truths: Undeath, The Path of Ascension and Transformation, Number of the Beast]

Annan suddenly exhaled a breath of cold air.

This time, his clothes had not been completely torn apart by the power.

But they had acquired some tattered "rips".

Behind Annan, on each of his shoulders and around his waist, a pair of wings protruded.

One pair stretch upward towards heaven.

Another pair drooped down, shielding his body.

The runes had "opened their eyes".

This transformation was subtly different from the last one.

Not only had the number of eyes doubled, becoming eighty — all the eyes had turned into silver vertical slits.

And between the eyes, there were now silver trails connecting them to each other.

Even the short sword in Annan’s hand had an eye on its blade.

...Ah, I see it.

Annan silently said.

Whether it was Denton’s spiritual body... or that man he had never seen before.

Or the chaotic fight in the emptiness, with the black muddy humanoid and the half-demon creature that blazed with crimson flames, with canine hands, an eagle’s head, and a ramrod straight spine.

——They were the exalted false bodies of the two.

He saw it all.

The balance of power between the two, the remaining strength, the essence of the Black Tower, the fundamental nature of both parties’ elements...

Even without opening his eyes... he "saw" it.

Though the information was still blurry and incomplete, Annan had indeed received real intelligence through the eyes on his body.

...Three minutes is enough.

There really is a chance to win——

The moment Annan reopened his eyes, the sky was completely obscured by clouds conjured from nowhere.

Whether it was sunlight, moonlight, or starlight.

In front of Annan, they all dimmed significantly.

Even the fire burning atop the Black Tower was at least three times dimmer.

The only resplendent source of light between heaven and earth was now only Annan.

And his own pupils had also turned into emotionless silver vertical slits.

His silver hair moved without wind, fluttering behind him.

"Bernardino..."

Annan’s lips did not move: "Do you wish to escape your fated destiny?"

An ethereal voice rang out from nowhere amidst heaven and earth.

As if instinctively sensing a threat,

The half-formed body made of a black substance like oil tried to return from the battlefield in front.

His exalted false body had become much more complete than when Annan last saw it.

No longer a completely blurred shadow with only half a human outline.

One could vaguely make out facial features and the contours of muscles, even extending from the chest to the waist. Compared to the burning creature made of half-eagle, half-dog, and indiscernible innards, belonging to the Tower Master Hugo, it was much superior.

But at that moment, Hugo’s exalted false body, as if realizing something, suddenly clasped Bernardino’s exalted false body.

The next instant, a torrential rain of ice violently fell!

A white mist of ice formed manifold densely packed thorns atop the vigorously burning Black Tower, completely enveloping Bernardino.

The white mist, made up of numerous sharp ice crystals, entirely covered the peak of the Black Tower.

And behind Annan,

A dragon head, shining from within and composed entirely of ice, as if a piece of art, silently formed within the mist.

It flew through the fog, biting towards Bernardino!