Super Righteous Player
Chapter 733 - 274 Repaying the Other Body_1

Chapter 733: Chapter 274 Repaying the Other Body_1

Zoya’s crystal ring on her left ring finger, continuously emitting a chill, suddenly lit up with a glow.

Deep blue runes, similar in color to her hair, quickly spread out from the ring, surfacing on the back of her hand and forming incantations like a decree.

Her pupils gradually became bright, and in the blink of an eye, they shone like stars – a river of starlight flowing in her eyes.

She took out an amulet carved with runes from her bosom, cut her left ring finger with it, and squeezed the blood into her left eyeball.

The next moment, the radiance of her left eye went out, turning pitch black, even losing its gloss.

Annan sniffed.

He smelled a somewhat familiar scent...

That piece of crystal seemed to be made from the finger bone of a centaur.

It had a unique scent that only centaurs possess.

—A spell that needed a centaur’s finger bone as a component could only be a high-level prophetic spell.

"I shall topple over from wine!"

She, as if wanting to embrace someone, opened her arms wide, tilted her head back, and loudly chanted, "For the prophet too toppled over from wine, misinterpreted omens, and erred in judgment—"

Upon hearing this chanting, Annan knew what spell Zoya was about to use.

It was a high-level Idol School spell called "Impending Intoxication," similar in effect to the same-named divine art of the "Wolf in the Valley."

It allowed one to temporarily sacrifice their ability to predict the future in exchange for enhanced insight into the "present."

"I drink blood out of thirst for wine, I harm myself out of thirst for blood, and thus I am drunk before drinking—"

As Zoya finished her chanting, her right eye, once as brilliant as the Milky Way, also lost its luster, and a faint scent of alcohol began to emanate from her body.

The next moment, she slowly brought her hands together in front of her. Like each hand was weighted down by an invisible heaviness, her movements were slow and seemingly strenuous.

But as her fingertips from both hands touched each other, forming a pyramid in an instant before her.

A deep blue halo spread out like ripples, invisibly emanating from her as the center.

The light screen spread swiftly, making a distinct "pop" sound in everyone’s ears as it passed them... similar to the sound of a finger lifting from the surface of water, only much louder and clearer.

This spell, meant for a wide-area scan, even continued to spread beyond the Viscount’s mansion—reaching a radius of three kilometers around.

"Found him!"

She exclaimed urgently.

Immediately after, she pressed her hand against the wall.

Instantly, the oozing ice froze into a smooth mirror on the wall.

Zorgen skillfully plucked a candle from the ground and handed it to Zoya.

Zoya held the candle in her right hand, pointing towards the mirror.

With an authoritative voice, she decreed:

"—Now ’Manifest’ before me!"

The next moment, the shape of a middle-aged man appeared in the mirror.

On the other end, the man running down the hill panicked at the sight of a thin curtain of ice suddenly emerging before him.

But before he could react—only getting a chance to shield his face with his hands—he crashed through the ice curtain.

Before he could wonder why the ice curtain hadn’t caused him any harm... he stumbled out from the ice mirror on the wall and shattered it into pieces.

The Decree School was proficient in spatial abilities, but pinpoint teleportation was extremely difficult.

This was a high-difficulty spell only accessible to those who mastered both the Decree and Idol Schools, "Mirror Manifestation."

Using mirrors and light as a medium, one can directly sketch out a person they are able to see through the mirror. If the opposing side shatters the mirror image that appears in front of them, they can walk out directly from the mirror, crossing the spatial distance.

Since wizards are relatively frail in physique and poor in responsive defensive capabilities, usually, it is used for "rescue" purposes... it can instantly pull a teammate from the front line to a sufficiently safe location.

But if joined with teammates, it can also transport an enemy who is not far away directly in front of you—as long as the enemy is willing to actively shatter the "mirror image" of that mirror.

For instance, using this spell when an enemy is falling is a guaranteed hit... though it does seem a bit like belaboring the obvious.

Longjing Tea had been diligently studying this spell.

But his line of thinking was different from that of these native wizards.

His idea was to lay out a large amount of Blackflame, Four Concealed Triplets cards or other high-risk explosives in a secret chamber—such as tying a destruction wizard inside. Then use this spell to first summon the enemy’s mirror image and quickly shut the door to escape.

Then have another player teammate on the battlefield help out, smashing the enemy into the mirror image...

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Watching that man being teleported over with a baffled look on his face, Annan’s lips immediately revealed a faint smile.

The ritualist who attempted to teleport Annan into a hostile crowd was sent back in front of the ritual they had set up by Annan’s people using the ritualist’s own materials, and indeed, was now amidst a hostile crowd...

...Is this what they call ’return to sender’?

The moment the middle-aged man stumbled and fell from the ice mirror on the wall into the study, he recognized the surroundings.

He didn’t mind the ice shards on the ground and immediately dropped to his knees... even sliding forward a short distance due to inertia.

He didn’t hesitate to shout out loud:

"— Wait, wait! Don’t kill me! I surrender! Spare my life!"

But Zorgen showed no mercy.

Slim shadows hands emerged from the man’s own shadow in front of him, reaching up to tightly grasp his own throat... the force was even enough to slightly lift his knees off the ground.

But Zorgen did not tighten this shadow hand.

Instead of crushing the man’s head, the hand of shadow only made him suffocate into a crimson face, even barely able to speak:

"You... you can’t kill me..."

"Reason."

Zorgen’s emotionless silver-grey eyes stared at him and he asked in a low voice.

The hand of shadow loosened a bit, placing him back on the ground. Sliding forward on his knees, the man’s bloody knees hit the ice shards again causing him to cry out in pain.

"I’m not with them, I was hired... no, no! I was threatened! I have information about them—"

"Killing you and searching your brain would be the same,"

Zorgen said softly, "Among us there’s a Soul Reaper wizard... you street dog of the rituals."

—I didn’t expect such a bushy-browed man would lie too.

Annan thought to himself impassively.

He knew of the Soul Reaping wizards... but had not brought one this time.

This time, he had brought the destruction wizard Kezi, who would not perish in an explosion, and brought the child who had a treasure against walls; he did not bring a Soul Reaper wizard.

After all, Annan initially thought that upon his arrival, it would surely be a trap like the Banquet at Hongmen—where after eating, one must prepare to fight their way out surrounded by a vast army.

He even brought his elf skin gloves.

It turned out that indeed the other party harbored ill intentions, but their methods were more clever than he had imagined... the classic maneuver of dispatching personal guards to besiege a duke simply didn’t work.

However, the words that the ritualist spoke next momentarily stunned Annan.

"One of our own, Your Majesty! One of our own—I was sent to Winter by Lord Crow!"

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