Super Righteous Player
Chapter 740 - 281: The Power of Unity_1

Chapter 740: Chapter 281: The Power of Unity_1

After about five or six seconds of sustained attack,

Earl Yury began to realize... that throwing swords was meaningless for breaking the Frost Tower.

So they no longer created slender swords from their sides—instead, they conjured heavy anchors, sledgehammers, battle-axes, and giant spears resembling flathead screwdrivers.

Above the Frost Tower, thick and dense black fire rained down like a torrential downpour. It seeped into the Frost Tower from the gaps at the top and the cracks made by the collision.

After about three or four seconds,

next to the black fire, several spheres with white backgrounds and golden honeycomb grids reappeared.

They shed their casings in the blink of an eye, turning into balls of fire.

The moment they were created, the balls of fire detonated the black fire—

The viscous light of the fire followed the black fire into the interior of the Frost Tower. The semi-transparent inside of the tower suddenly brightened.

However, at that instant,

the Frost Tower had already begun to crumble in all directions.

Blocks of ice on fire, like comets, fell to the ground.

All the people inside scattered in all directions—only Annan, Zoya, and Xitan Pulan remained standing in the center.

Annan looked up.

In his blue and green pupils, a light gradually began to shine.

It was light as dazzling as the stars— the Brilliant Sword was charging.

He held a staff taller than himself, lifting it from the ground as if wielding a Greatsword with one hand.

Behind him, Xitan Pulan had a stern look, her eyes firmly closed.

Silver, crown-like stigmata emerged from her forehead.

She stood in place, interlocking her fingers in front of her chest, and began a complex and lengthy incantation:

"I beseech the Unshackled Maiden, beloved and loving, the Throat of Death..."

Zoya placed her left index and middle fingers together and clasped them with her right hand—then, she pulled out an ice blade that dazzled with a stunning cold light.

The yellow stain of a clock reappeared in her eyes, and a red rune, like a "scarf," surfaced on her forehead as she vigilantly looked around.

This was the Twisted Spell known as "Blasphemy Perception."

At the cost of increasing her own erosion, it drastically lowered her sense of time while enhancing her perception—the external manifestation being that objects approaching her and Annan were slowed by more than ten times, whether on the "present" timeline or "five seconds later."

Many silver coins lay scattered at Annan’s feet.

These were the coins the players had tossed before scattering away.

He did not use these coins to attack... but while charging his power, he waited for Zorgen to make the first move.

Zorgen charged straight toward the mature woman with black hair and blue eyes.

Whether it was an illusion or not... Annan thought he saw a flicker of rage in him.

...Did he know that person?

Zorgen, whose shadow power was completely sealed, might have been the most affected in combat capability—but even so, he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

He spread his hands—ice hammers formed in his left and right hands.

They were war hammers with one sharp end and one blunt end, the heads alone larger than a forearm. If an ordinary person used them, they would be unbalanced.

"—[Courage]! [Victory]! [Glory]!"

He chanted Frost Speech loudly, a language incomprehensible to humans.

His muscles began to swell as if inflated, his stature suddenly increasing.

The thin man, skeletal as an old man, suddenly surged in presence and aura—as if an assassin had turned into a knight in an instant. At that moment, all four Earls turned their gaze toward him.

A golden, glass-like lance appeared above his head.

In front of him, spiked walls emerged.

Beneath his feet, the icy thorns he had created earlier sprouted from the ground—after seeing it once, Earl Yury learned the spell with his curse power.

Shortly after about a second of creation, the most threatening lance fell swiftly, moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye, toward Zorgen.

"[Might]! [Shatter]! [Fortitude]!"

He roared, swinging his war hammers with great force.

Of course, he could not smash all of the light lances.

One lance pierced his left shoulder and came out of his right lower back; one passed through his heart from the front; and another went through his throat and came out under his right arm. These lances were scorching hot, hissing upon contact with flesh—as if searing meat on a hot griddle.

Yet he acted as if he felt nothing at all.

His aura and madness leaked out—frost patterns spread from beneath his feet, completely icing the surrounding ground. Overflowing white mist bled from his skin.

It made him appear as if he was emitting copious amounts of white smoke.

With just one strike, the iron wall was shattered.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—

The frost marks spread along the ground, enveloping the transparent eggshell as well.

The black-haired, blue-eyed woman couldn’t help but show a flash of astonishment and fear on her face.

She began to create a whirlwind—enveloping blades within the tempest.

However, it had no use.

Zorgen’s advance was unstoppable.

"——[Sublime]! [Loyal]! [Pure]!"

The specific meanings didn’t matter, only that they weren’t repeated.

He roared the words of Frost Speech, and that alone was enough to summon the power of the "Winter Singer."

The ever-accumulating power of "winter" began silencing the sounds around them.

And with his mighty hammer—it shattered that silence in an instant.

But the black-haired woman suddenly felt joy.

For that strike only cracked the "eggshell" in front of her, riddled with fissures but not completely penetrating her defenses.

With this attack as a template, she would no longer be harmed by the same attack—

Only the sound of rushing air could be heard.

Several cards flew with unerring accuracy, landing on the cracks and changing color visibly to the naked eye.

"...What is this?"

Her voice, muffled by the breathing mask, was filled with confused astonishment.

The next moment, an explosion sounded.

Billowing flames from inside out shattered the glass cover.

The pattern of creation in white with gold grids emerged again before her eyes... but before it could fully appear, Zorgen smashed down on her head with his hammer!

The sound of a broken neck rang out—her head was smashed directly into her chest cavity.

The pattern of creation instantly dissipated. A substance that was once transparent now turned into a plaster of mixed colors.

But, shockingly, she did not die immediately!

"This is a [Cocoon of Death], akin to being half dead already."

Annan’s calm voice came from behind, "The body of a Gold-rank Transcendent isn’t so easily destroyed..."

With his words,

A frost that was far colder than Zorgen’s covered the unprotected woman without warning.

——The Frost Field.

Empowered threefold by [Tyrant], the frost field instantly turned the woman pure white. She was trapped within it like an ice sculpture.

Zorgen didn’t hesitate.

He struck with his hammer again, directly shattering the frozen ice sculpture—

This time, without encountering any resistance.

This was frost that could destroy anything, cold enough to make any material brittle on its surface.

...In gaming terms, enemies hit by Annan’s move would have their physical defenses completely stripped during the immobilization period.

Above Annan, black flames in a fiery rain were pouring down.

But before they could fall near him, they were frozen by the Frost Field, turning into black particles.

"...There’s no turning back, nor a place to return."

The incantation of Xitan Pulan also came to an end.

Without hesitation, she stared at the gold-haired, blue-eyed young girl, gouged out her own eyes, and plunged a dagger into her heart.

To the half-dead girl, this was not a fatal wound.

But her entire body suddenly became transparent—

This was a high-level Divine Art called [Journey of Hate and Love Together], also a high-ranking curse...

Only the blurred visage of the Pale Princess appeared behind the golden-haired, blue-eyed young girl.

But the latter was completely unaware.

Shackles of silver-white emerged from beneath the Pale Princess’s dress, piercing through the young girl’s heart and into Xitan Pulan’s.

As the chain tightened, Xitan Pulan’s Spiritual Body was instantly pulled out—and entered the golden-haired girl’s body.

Her pupils instantly lost their luster, then regained their brightness.

But "she" unhesitatingly took off her mask... and threw the equipment carrying her cursed energy directly to the wandering child.

And at that moment, the Pale Princess’s apparition already had her scythe swinging down.

As the pure white scythe fell,

There was no mark on the neck of the young girl, but she suddenly collapsed, losing all breath and heartbeat in an instant.

"What a move, Sealing the Undead Cold!"

The wandering child leaped, catching the equipment flying from above, and exclaimed loudly, "Wenwen sister, I’ll take care of your Ripple!"

He resolutely—strapped the jar on his back.

And placed the mask upon his face.

Less than half a minute had passed since the shattering of the Tower of Frost.

——And only two of four enemies were left.

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