Super Righteous Player
Chapter 899 - 436: The Awakening of the Demon Spirit

Chapter 899: Chapter 436: The Awakening of the Demon Spirit

The phantom spirit, temporarily named "Nicholas the Second," was unswayable.

—Annan had understood this.

The more he spoke, the deeper Annan’s "understanding" of him grew.

It was the soul of someone so arrogant that they were beyond redemption.

Unable to tolerate the "ignorance" and "lack of ambition" of his peers and mentors, he swore to become the Tower Master of the Jade Tower, thereby controlling the "forbidden alchemy" abilities that only those of the Gold rank could master.

He couldn’t bear those whom he saw as hopelessly stupid yet paradoxically in possession of power and wealth, so he created Awakeners capable of destroying human civilization, in an attempt to seize that power for himself.

...From the very beginning, what he despised were not the nobles who frivolously wielded "power," but rather, the question of "why that power was not in his own hands."

Extreme elitism.

In his eyes, the only one who could be considered an "elite" was himself, everyone else was but a fool unworthy to walk beside him.

He indeed possessed unparalleled talent... so much so that even the gods had to rely on his Wisdom.

And this thought-form reckoned its existence as a "necessary existence" for this world.

Being a necessary existence, it naturally considered itself to have a higher status than the "non-essential" ones – thus, he naturally saw himself as more important than anything else.

In this respect, the degree of distortion in this phantom spirit was even more intense than that of his original self.

At least the "Nicholas" of the past, while researching homunculi, knew it was wrong and conducted his research in hiding... Now, however, he dared to openly vocalize his twisted and radical thoughts as truth.

Therefore, Annan couldn’t persuade him. Nor was there any need to try.

"Someone once taught me... to kill a man, you must crush his heart."

Annan spoke softly, gripping the scepter in his hand tightly.

His pure white hair behind him shone as if electrified—becoming bright and dazzling, lifting automatically in the air without wind.

His low whisper, with a triple echo, seemed as if it came from heaven.

"Then let me prove something first—

"Your pride in your talent... is nothing special after all."

As Annan’s words fell.

The Frost Speech suddenly spread outwards—the deep green, natural forest of the Blood Butterfly Valley was covered in a blink of an eye with pure white frost.

That was "Frost Speech."

Among the triple echoes in Annan’s voice, one of them was always narrating in "Frost Speech." Thus, Annan’s "narrative" itself was an untraceable form of attack.

As the frost spread, the hair of Nicholas the Second was also covered by the frost.

At that moment, the chill had silently and invisibly permeated his lungs with his breath. His blood flow had dramatically slowed, and ice crystals had formed at his joints.

From the moment the conversation ended, Nicholas the Second had bowed his head and avoided looking Annan in the eye—to evade the various enchantments of the Disabling School.

This was a spell from the "Silent Sorcerer" school.

Even though Annan had only mastered the basic "Lazy Eye."

"—Impervious to All Illness!" Nicholas the Second’s voice was filled with a commanding tone: "Steadfast!"

The binding force of the dual Decrees descended on his body simultaneously, and the ice that nearly froze his lungs was immediately shattered.

"Lilies..."

Nicholas II began to chant softly, preparing for the transformation.

Or rather... he began the "forbidden alchemy."

Like the senior and junior students of past attempting to resonate their castings, trying to swap a region with the interior of the sun.

Although Annan possessed a hundred percent "Radiance" elemental depth, he had yet to reach the Gold rank or master the elements. If he were to be thrown into the heart of the sun, even Annan would be burnt to death in an instant.

-- But since he already knew what abilities the other party would use.

Annan didn’t give Nicholas II the chance to chant.

As the sound suddenly thickened, the air’s resistance increased substantially, and fragments of ice materialized within it...

The frost field, tripled by the "Siren of the Three," instantly turned Nicholas II into an ice sculpture!

Even if it was just for a brief moment, the power of the "Steadfast" incantation shattered the ice.

But this brief moment had already interrupted Nicholas II’s first chant.

And by the time he broke free, a frigid downpour had already begun to descend from the sky. Under the influence of the dense frost mist swirling around Annan, the rain summoned by "Thoughts as Rain" turned into a fierce blizzard before even reaching the ground.

-- This was a form "Thoughts as Rain" had never possessed.

The blizzard was so intense it brought to mind the wilds of the Winter Principality.

Just the thickness of the frost and snow was enough to obscure all visible surroundings, the snowflakes sharp enough to injure eyeballs and scratch skin. The bitter cold had already frozen limbs solid before the snowstorm even touched the ground.

Within the blizzard, Annan, with his pure white attire, long white hair, and skin pale as snow, was like a white fox in the snow, disappearing from view after a leap.

Without a doubt, this was Annan’s power to counter "forbidden alchemy."

If Nicholas II didn’t want to die with Annan, "forbidden alchemy" must take a target. Unable to select Annan as the target for casting meant he could only use Decree spells mediated by voice.

-- Merely Bronze-rank Soul Reaping spells.

Even those were just "extra loot" that Annan had obtained from a dungeon.

Paired with "Frost Speech," it was enough to create a home advantage in this dense forest -- the basic effect of "Thoughts as Rain" was the ability to sense the location of all creatures and buildings "in the rain."

It was similar to sonar.

In Annan’s mind, the locations "blocked by the snow" became extremely clear.

But Nicholas II wasn’t panicked.

He quickly understood exactly what spell it was.

Then, he began to chant another spell on the spot:

"Lily crown. Slightly. Slightly."

The chant was extremely short and was completed in one breath.

The black headless creature crouching behind him seemed to come to life, suddenly standing up -- with just three steps, it reached the Machine holding Philip’s head.

It yanked the jar holding Philip’s head out of the apparatus with one pull.

Then, it forcefully pressed the jar against the metal casing on its neck, where the Blood Butterfly was sealed.

-- To put it in a metaphor, it was like placing a bucket on a spike-equipped water cooler.

Spikes punctured the jar holding Philip’s head, and the liquid inside trickled down under air pressure. And like threads of silkworms, the red strands clung upwards to Philip’s neck, burrowing into his skull.

Despite Philip being on the plumper side.

Compared to the giant baboon-like creature, his head was comically small. In terms of proportion, it was like placing a cat’s head, the size of a fist, onto a human neck...