Super Righteous Player
Chapter 530 - 71 The Trial Begins, You Arrogant Fool_1

Chapter 530: Chapter 71 The Trial Begins, You Arrogant Fool_1

That was a language only Frostspeakers could use.

The purpose of its birth was to carry the secrets of "Winter".

This was a secret from the dawn of creation—

The body of "Jobe" used by Annan was gradually disintegrating.

Naturally, the bodies of mortals could not withstand the mighty power of the secrets of creation.

Like an old photograph burnt by ash with dozens of holes, his body began to reveal many gaps, and the gray-white blizzard blew out from these holes.

The invisible and colorless blizzard blew from Annan as the center in all directions.

It was not snowflakes condensed from "water".

Where the blizzard passed, absolute Silence fell without warning.

There was no sound of wind, yet there was no trifling noise either.

Only after the ancient words had fallen... the world turned into pure and silent gray-white.

It was as if the world had been filtered in black and white and had its sound turned off.

All sound was gradually swallowed.

All color was gradually frozen.

Where the blizzard passed, both color and sound were completely taken away.

It swirled ceaselessly in the sky, yet it was impossible to discern with the naked eye.

Only Annan’s chanting voice echoed in the gray-white silent world:

"...It was first used to describe the stillness of the sky at the birth of the earth, like an old man gasping his last; and the earth’s hatred towards all things that are yet to perish but will—"

After Annan finished reciting this knowledge of Genesis very slowly, very clearly.

His body had become tattered and torn. Only half of his head remained, the lonely left eye gazing at the immense spider.

His right hand still held the gun, his right arm had a dozen small holes; his left arm had three larger holes. Looking inside these holes, one could see no flesh, only a pitch-black abyss.

The world seemed as if it had hit the pause button.

The huge spider, not a few meters from Annan, was also covered with an exceedingly thin gray-white blizzard.

The pincers, raised high from the ground in fear, had also become motionless.

The narrow island beneath Annan had turned into a protruding iceberg.

The Web in the distance was also covered in ice.

Looking down from directly above... it was like a meteorite falling into an icy lake, causing web-like cracks.

The sun, moon, and stars in the sky had all extinguished, leaving only darkness behind.

—This was a world left with only black, white, and gray.

Even the illusory "Phantom Dream" could be mercilessly frozen...

This was the true "Winter".

Creak.

In the silent world, the sound of boots stepping on the snowy ground rose in isolation.

Having recited the forbidden knowledge and his body riddled with holes, Annan was walking slowly through the snow alone.

He could still move.

Annan was surprised at this himself.

His health value had already warned:

[Health: -1545%]

This number continued to drop... as if his wounds were still expanding.

Yet Annan inexplicably felt confident—

I will definitely not die here.

Creak.

In the gray-white world, Annan slowly approached the frozen immense spider.

It was not that he didn’t want to move faster, but just moving alone had drained all his strength.

Annan, extremely insensitive to pain, did not know the severity of the injuries on his body...

But his Curse Binding had erased that pain.

This was really...

"—fantastic."

Annan grinned, revealing an exceptionally bright smile.

What a remarkably rare scene to witness.

The smile looked rather ferocious on his half-vanished right face.

He couldn’t use Spells.

He didn’t have a strong body.

He had no weapon at his disposal.

There were no ritual items he could use.

Facing a giant spider several stories tall... it was [impossible] for a human to win.

That was exactly why Glover had completely ignored Annan’s threats, leisurely standing aside and chatting with him.

Perhaps in the past... someone had seen through the truth as well.

At that time, without the protection from "Phantom Dream." Though more hostile to Purifiers, it was simpler to see through the truth and realize "this is a nightmare manipulated by someone."

That was definitely what Glover did at the time... transforming into a gigantic spider, humbly acknowledging the flaws pointed out by others, smilingly accepting all curses and pleas, or like Don Quixote challenging windmills, holding a pathetic little knife, charging at the spider with a mortal’s body.

Letting the adversary taste despair and pain before killing them.

Killing the enemy in the nightmare and then reviving them only to kill them again—repeating the process until they died here for good.

"...I thought I was playing in the accelerated world,"

Annan scoffed.

He lifted the flintlock, now pure white from the blizzard, and aimed it at the giant spider.

Even up until a few days ago... Annan didn’t really think that he could be recognized by the "Justice’s" holy remains.

But after seeing such a disgusting person—no, such a disgusting spider.

Yes.

This was a dream, an illusion.

Alice had long been dead, and killing this spider wouldn’t save anyone.

But from another perspective...

His death was for many others to be saved.

"If exterminating evil is justice..."

Annan murmured softly.

"Then I am the Judgment of Justice."

The corners of Annan’s mouth turned up even more.

His smile grew increasingly radiant.

His eyes sparkled with light.

His finger moved to the trigger.

He almost couldn’t contain his mad laughter—

He clenched his teeth, stretched his lips, suppressing himself, trying his best not to laugh out loud—and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

His voice rang out in the silent world.

"The Judgment begins—you presumptuous fool!"

In the monochrome world, bullets of metal shot out from the barrel of the gun.

They drew a trail like the contrails of a jet, made up of countless circles, and pierced through the giant spider’s body with unerring precision.

Starting from the head, piercing through the body, and exiting from the back.

The ordinary bullets encountered no resistance.

It wasn’t due to weakened defenses but an absolute suppression of "motion" over "stillness."

But at the next instant, at the point of contact between the bullet and the spider, suddenly there appeared a large web of cracks.

——Crack.

As if a stone had shattered the ice. Cracks spread all over the spider’s body.

——Crack.

The cracks continued to spread, reaching into the stagnant air outside of the spider.

Colors began to become chaotic, and faint noises started to emerge.

At the site of injury on the spider, blue, purple, and gold blood flowed... the blood shifted and flowed like a rainbow. That was the color of the spilling souls.

——Crack.

The cracks further expanded, spreading throughout the entire nightmare world.

The only place where Annan stood, a small isolated island, remained unharmed.

The next moment, the nightmare shattered with a loud bang.

The isolated island erected on the web could no longer bear the weight and collapsed into the abyss.

In the moment before the world regained its real colors, Annan saw the massive spider breaking into thousands, tens of thousands of pieces. In a tragic burst, countless limbs covered in frost exploded like fireworks.

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

In a wave of unrestrained, maniacal laughter, Annan blissfully lost consciousness.