Super Righteous Player
Chapter 742 - 283: Rise Again, My Warrior!_1

Chapter 742: Chapter 283: Rise Again, My Warrior!_1

In front of the wandering child and behind the dark-skinned strong man, a huge curtain with a white background and golden patterns appeared simultaneously, constructed in the blink of an eye.

Because they were simply two enormous floor mirrors.

This was the spell "Mirror Manifestation" that the wandering child had just witnessed.

Due to the limited space they could use, even if a high-speed train were created, there wouldn’t be enough room to accommodate it... let alone enough space to accelerate to the point of breaking a shield.

A strike powerful enough to break a city wall would only manage to crack it.

To breach the shield, an even more powerful concussive force was required—

With time pressing, the wandering child immediately thought of the high-speed train, as he had just disembarked from one yesterday and wondered while waiting, "What would happen if one were hit by this thing?"

Earl Yury only saw in the mirror before him—a metallic giant serpent, roughly the height of two or three men and of unknown length, rapidly expanding from small to large, charging out of the mirror with a roar!

Earl Yury was scared out of his wits.

In that instant, he saw the monster’s sides were covered with numerous patterns, and its head, sharp as a serpent’s snout, had two huge, dazzling eyes.

It came flying like a bolt of lightning, swifter, fiercer, and heavier than any cavalry he had ever seen!

The speed of the blades Earl created with his spells was within his own observations—he had to recognize the power and believe in its existence to conjure them with magic.

One doesn’t simply arrange numbers and start with a flying sword at three times the speed of sound... If he had never seen the moment of breaking the sound barrier, even with magic, he could not create it.

In other words, this person must have witnessed this terrifying creature with his own eyes!

He couldn’t even dodge—the giant monster that appeared about ten meters in front of him was already charging at full speed before it emerged. His mind was totally overcome by shock.

The moment it appeared, it let out a heart-stopping roar, and the ground trembled violently—it shattered the not-yet-fully-formed steel wall, along with the eggshell by the side of the dark-skinned strong man!

No one could mistake it for a mechanical construct... Because to create precision machinery with magic, one must understand the internal structure and principles; magic only replaces the material and the manufacturing process.

And the child didn’t seem particularly bright... He did not appear to be a sage capable of inventing such a thing.

But the wandering child hadn’t created a real high-speed train—not knowing what to place inside, he made it solid, and as long as it could move... anyway, he would only use it this once.

Essentially, it was nothing more than a huge solid iron block, a Siege Hammer, moving at a speed far less than a bullet.

After all, the child, not knowing about missiles or being familiar with sniper rifles, could have created pistols or crossbows... but it wouldn’t have made much sense.

Because the effect of the force field shield was to ignore damage below a certain threshold. Its ability to breach shields was uncertain... or rather, certainly not as high as setting off a mahjong hand of four concealed triples.

The moment the force field shield beside him shattered, the black Earl Yury was blasted away—as if hit by a baseball at full swing, whooshing to the side of the barrier and bouncing back with his body, then slamming into the side of the unmanned high-speed train and getting knocked away again.

However, the body of the dark-skinned strong man was not yet completely destroyed—he used the last of his consciousness, strengthening his body with his magical energy.

He had barely fortified himself for a moment when he was sent flying. The container that held his magical energy, carried on his back, shattered first—his entire body was battered and covered in blood.

Zolgen had also been taken aback by the wandering child.

But he had seen monsters of such magnitude before—he quickly recovered, rushed to the side of Earl Yury who had not yet regained consciousness and was already encased in ice by Annan, and smashed him to bits with one hammer blow.

And now, only the last of the "Yury" clones remained.

The wandering child took a deep breath and pulled the second safety valve.

Two-thirds of the magic energy on his back had depleted, returning to its inert state. But with the activation of the Sanctified Skeletal Extract, it brimmed with life once again...

—The magical energy is almost gone, what to create this time?

The child muttered to himself in his mind.

He had some regrets—he had indeed created this thing on instinct. The waste of magical energy was too great. Otherwise, he could have crafted an airplane loaded with explosives... and then just crashed it into him.

He didn’t know if the remaining magical energy would be enough...

But the only surviving Earl Yury did not hesitate.

He soared into the air in an instant—reaching more than sixty meters high, he turned into a black speck. It wasn’t wings he was on, but a gigantic skeletal raven.

Earl Yury first reinforced the force field wall around him—one spherical, another like a cube, followed by another spherical one.

Around him started to appear a multitude of "living things".

Of course, Earl did not foolishly create Frost Beasts.

He created Specters.

These translucent Spiritual Bodies simply needed to touch a person to cause a negative energy strike. They also made people shiver incessantly—a moment of distraction could leave one vulnerable to Earl’s human outline Gatling attack.

But upon seeing this all-too-familiar scene, Annan hesitated for a moment.

...Specters?

These were not the Spiritual Bodies nurtured by the clergy.

Instead, they were the Specters that followed the Pale Princess—the very same dead that constituted the "Tide of the Pale."

You summon such things yourself...

—So I don’t need to play along anymore, do I?

In haste, he had not thought of a reason to resurrect her. Mainly, he felt that reviving Xitan Pulan might not be useful—Earl Yury wouldn’t be foolish enough to stand still and take another round of instant death.

If the child died, Annan would certainly resurrect him. He was now under a spell, being the absolute champion of output...

But if you willingly create Specters...

Without a second thought, Annan pointed the scepter at the body of Xitan Pulan, who died in a stupor.

Annan resolutely shouted:

"—Rise again, my warrior!"

Naturally, there was no special effect.

But Xitan Pulan suddenly opened her eyes.

She even looked somewhat bewildered—how was I resurrected?

A rather terse prompt appeared before her, as the battle situation was urgent and Annan had no time to ponder the wording:

"——The Power of the Chariot has resurrected you."

"...Fight for, for you?"

She propped herself up, raised her right hand, and muttered in confusion, "My...my liege?"

Seeing this scene, even Earl Yury was taken aback.

—How was she resurrected?

The Specters in the air, seeing Xitan Pulan, also hesitated, whispering to each other.

They dared not attack a bishop-level half-dead woman before she attacked them.

"Putting aside how she came back to life... do you want to go again?"

The Earl sneered, "I won’t be fooled again this time—what do you plan to use to delay time?"

"Of course, this."

Annan chuckled and threw dozens of silver coins high into the air.

The silver coins shone with dazzling light—the Silver Baron had answered Annan’s call, and the Divine Arts had been activated.

"I was just thinking...why healing effects could also be amplified by the ’Tyrant.’ And when I saw the arms of the four concealed wins gruesomely grow out crazily...I started to understand."

Annan spoke softly, "Excessive healing...might just be deadly."

Earl Yury created a[force field shield], a[Wall of Regeneration], a[Damage Repulsion]—these were all Divine Arts and Spells he had seen before. He used the spell precisely because, among all the northern nobles, he was one of the most knowledgeable elders who could maximize the power of spells.

The protection he set up was indeed very reliable.

But he had not thought to create, a blasphemous shield to put on an enemy, to block healing Divine Arts—

At that moment, dozens of silver coins interwove into a net, and powerful healing beams shone on Earl Yury!

I’ll heal you to death—

As he minded his aloof image, Annan could only chant this in his heart.