Super Righteous Player
Chapter 458 - 455: The Death of Bernadino (Third Update)_1

Chapter 458: Chapter 455: The Death of Bernadino (Third Update)_1

With the closing of an eye, Annan’s fierce sword cut a wound across Bernadino’s neck.

The wound frosted over instantly, the bitter cold poison seeping inward.

Yet Bernadino showed no fear at all.

— After all, this sword was merely a mundane item.

It was not of the same caliber as the Wheel of Frost that had witnessed the dawn of the heavens and the earth.

He swung his sword again, splitting Annan’s head vertically in two.

But Annan only continued with his life-for-life offensive.

This was the truth of the "Undying"!

Bernadino glanced over.

Annan had eighty eyes on his body, but only forty-five were open... now there were forty-four.

— This meant that he needed to kill Annan forty-four more times to be enough!

He faintly realized that his other Elements were far from awakening, the "Path of Ascension and Change" was temporarily unusable; and the "Count of Beasts" required the support of players.

The only thing he could use was the truth of the "Undying"!

As another eye closed, his wounds healed on his body, and Annan once again aimed his sword at Bernadino’s chest, leaving a deep, bone-visible scar!

Neither of them made any tests.

Besides the first strike, there was also no parrying or dodging.

Every sword was a deadly attack.

Yet with every sword that fell, the other did not die.

The two wizards... ultimately chose to slay each other with swords.

It was true "mutual slaughter".

Every second, Annan died once.

But his ferocious offensive made Bernadino’s movements ever more sluggish.

Even if the sword in his hand was a mundane item, the Elemental Power left by the Frost Sword Technique was undeniably real!

Annan no longer cared about the Frost Sword Technique’s damage to himself—as under the state of the Philosopher’s Stone, the Frost Sword Technique could hardly cause him any harm, and he had already stacked ten layers of the "Frost Blood" buff.

This was almost the strongest state Annan could possess in the mortal world!

Even if the opponent possessed an almost immortal body forged by the Sage’s Stone

He wouldn’t last too long under Annan’s almost frantic offensive!

The more Annan attacked, the more cowardly Bernadino became.

...Didn’t he want to conserve his own life?

After all, there was no enmity between him and me—

His body became increasingly rigid, and his reactions grew sluggish.

At the start, he could kill Annan once every second, but later on, he couldn’t even land an attack on Annan before he’d be hit by Annan’s frenzied multiple slashes a dozen times.

Even the black muck on the ground slowly froze and hardened.

His exalted false body was also covered with a layer of frost marks, stiff as a frozen corpse.

Bernadino felt an unprecedented fear of death.

Three minutes passed... and when the duration of the Sage’s Stone expired, he had not killed all forty-five of Annan’s lives.

There were still twenty-eight eyes left open.

When Annan lost his radiance and reverted to a human, Bernadino couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It was an embarrassed and exhilarated laugh of relief.

His exalted false body had frozen into an ice sculpture.

The black mire turned into a rigid black stone slab, devoid of souls rising from it.

His spirit was completely spent, without any cards left to play.

The Philosopher’s Stone created by the wizards of the Heath Tower of Black, too, was nearly exhausted with the "blood" splatter.

If he were to take a few more hits, he might truly die...

"Finally, finally... but in the end, I still won!"

Bernadino’s eyes widened almost madly as he stared at Annan, his voice even breaking.

Exultant beyond words.

A battle against fate—a victory.

He was not the mirror of others. He should not become the mirror of others.

All destiny should end here—

He roared, stabbing his sword blade into Annan’s chest.

"Die, Annan!"

Hisss—

Annan still, offered no resistance.

He slowly raised his head and looked toward Bernadino.

In his eyes shone an incomparably radiant light.

It was a light that could only burst forth from the soul of someone daring to burn everything!

Just by gripping the Frost Sword Technique to its limit, his hand was already frostbitten.

But Annan firmly and powerfully slashed the sword at Bernadino!

The hand holding the sword was severed right off.

The cut was incredibly luminous—like a dead pig’s meat that had been frozen for a long time.

"Wait! That’s not right!"

Bernadino finally lost his composure completely.

As the power of the Philosopher’s Stone completely drained, the rejuvenated Spirit-Carrying Monk’s skin began to wither and age again.

"Why haven’t you died yet?!"

He tried to avoid Annan’s attack in a pitiful, almost sobbing manner, but he simply couldn’t.

His body was already completely filled with Elemental frost.

"Fate, like a Web, the more one struggles... the tighter it binds."

Annan just cracked a smile, even appearing somewhat unsatisfied.

"Grandmother really... gave me too much, I didn’t even use it all."

He still had two final cards that he hadn’t played yet.

But Bernadino fell before the penultimate one.

Annan took a deep breath.

"I won’t give you a chance at resurrection."

He murmured softly, "Meet your end."

Then, he exhaled an extremely cold blast of energy, completely submerging Bernadino’s body.

He turned into a statue of ice and then cracked apart.

Enemies killed by the Winter’s Breath would be led by the power of "Winter" to the end of everything, with no chance of resurrection.

[For killing a Gold-tier enemy in battle, you receive 12,800 points of public experience.]

However, Bernadino’s noble false body and the black mud frozen on the ground did not disappear.

"Your Highness Annan..."

Hugo’s voice sounded extremely tired, "It’s not over yet, his noble false body must also be destroyed..."

"I know."

Annan nodded.

For a Gold-tier enemy, merely destroying their bodies was far from the end.

Learning from the lesson with Denton before, Annan stepped back a few times and came before the noble false body that, even frozen into an ice statue, still clasped hands together like a black Buddha statue.

"The pain of killing me so many times... I return it all to you here."

Annan’s heart was still bleeding.

But he raised his short sword with solemn reverence.

This was the first time he used this move.

He himself didn’t know the power of this sword.

——The Brilliant Sword.

Unleashing all absorbed damage in a huge burst of light; the lower his health, the stronger the burst, with maximum power reached when below 30% health... a comeback weapon.

Yes, a comeback weapon.

It’s just that Bernadino didn’t get to experience its power before he died...

"Let it be your funeral tool, the last Spirit-Carrying Monk in the world."

Annan whispered softly.

With the Will of Victory blessing—

A brilliant radiance burst forth from Annan’s hand.

And then, he struck!

There was no roaring sound, nor an explosion.

Only the dazzling, magnificent surge of light quietly poured from the tip of the blade, obliterating everything before it.

Bernadino’s noble false body persisted for about five or six seconds before it finally disintegrated.

Then a beam of light leaning towards the heavens pierced through the mist and flames, reaching for the sky!

When the column of light dispersed.

A white page, with the texture of both paper and jade, serenely floated in the air.

The Mirror ultimately met its end.

It met its fate.