Super Righteous Player
Chapter 900 - 437 Annan: Radiance Form

Chapter 900: Chapter 437 Annan: Radiance Form

And as the giant searched frantically for his head,

Nicholas II continued to perform the high-speed alchemy.

"——Skip. Hidden Mountain. Skip."

He waved his hand, and a pale yellow glimmer flickered and vanished.

Forsaking chantings with his high-speed alchemy, across the entire valley’s ground, countless spikes instantly sprouted beneath.

These spikes, like living beings, would spring up the moment they sensed gravity—whether they could injure Annan was another matter.

But just like that, it was enough to grant the blind Nicholas II a broader scope of detection.

Combined with the Transcendent’s innate perception of small, highly accurate regions, it could at least prevent him from being completely blinded.

Since Nicholas didn’t know if Annan had set traps in the snow during his disappearance, he was inclined to stand still, passively retaliating against Annan.

But it was strange.

After Annan called forth the blizzard and obscured Nicholas II’s vision, he had yet to reappear...

Not even his presence could be sensed.

This meant Annan must not have moved at all...

Suddenly, something flew rapidly, stirring up a gust of wind.

"——Gryphon."

Nicholas uttered coldly.

He stood still, not moving an inch, as the air around him instantly molded into the invisible claws of a gryphon, tearing through the atmosphere with ease, whipping up wind blades fierce as a typhoon, even clearing a path through the blizzard in a split second.

A single one of these wind blades could slash through city walls in an instant.

In the village, one of the houses was penetrated by such a force, slicing from one wall straight through, shredding the person ambushed inside into pieces, and smashing the opposite wall as well.

And this level of spell was merely a word that couldn’t be "skipped," casually summoning a living gale.

Nicholas II looked out through the briefly cleared blizzard...

It seemed to be a fragment of a silver coin.

——Wait.

Nicholas II suddenly realized something, his expression abruptly changing.

He figured it out—

The reason Annan summoned the blizzard to block his vision wasn’t to prevent him from using forbidden alchemy to kill Annan nor to create a tactical environment for an ambush.

Annan must have been silent and still, preparing some kind of ritual outside Nicholas II’s perceptive range!

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened—

Originally darkened and overcast from the blizzard, now it seemed as though something shone down from directly above...

Nicholas II quickly looked up at the sky.

A pure silver radiance shone brilliantly, like a star rising to the highest point of the heavens...

It was like an additional silver sun had appeared.

——It was from Old Man Bread’s sales pitch from years ago.

The ritual Divine Arts called "Daryl’s Silver Flame Assault," which had cost Annan a hundred and eighty holy light sigils—this was the most expensive Divine Arts of the Silver Baron that Annan had ever purchased.

And now, it was manifesting its power!

This Divine Arts needed at least five hundred silver coins and could be released safely within twenty kilometers.

Annan had set up this ritual in that nameless village—the silver coins it required were precisely those hidden within the treasures Nicholas II had kept for "bribing" his visitors.

Before seeing Nicholas II, Annan had already completed most of the ritual and placed the silver coin used for targeting in his pocket.

The silver coin he threw at Nicholas II as a "hidden weapon" was the very one used for targeting!

The spikes Nicholas II had set up to find Annan now served as obstacles restraining his movement;

The silver coins he had cleverly kept earlier became the fuel that would severely wound him with a large-scale Divine Arts in an instant!

A pure column of silver fire, like a waterfall formed from mercury, thundered down from directly above Nicholas II!

"——Skip!"

Nicholas II chanted urgently.

He didn’t have time to use more complex protective spells, and could only instantly transform the earth around him into sturdy vines that burst forth from the ground.

The vines, as thick as an adult’s thigh, rose up high like Venus flytraps, spiraling into a close embrace that enveloped Nicholas II.

In the next moment, they began to rapidly ascend against the silver flames.

The myriad vines intertwined, instantly forming a wooden tower reminiscent of a screw drill.

As they wound upwards, the vines became increasingly taut and compact.

But when the silver scorching flames fell upon them, the damp vines instantly caught fire!

The moisture was baked out in a blink, and the bursting flames burned fiercely, the red firelight intertwining with the silver, distorting the surrounding air with the intense heat into a blur.

The falling snowstorm was instantly cleared, the moisture baked away, the frost on the ground melted, and even the grass beneath their feet caught fire, turning to dry ash in an instant.

The vines sheltering Nicholas II were completely burned up in a blink — but just as quickly, new vines surged forth.

Rather, Nicholas II had transformed the earth at his feet into thriving vines, not some sturdy barrier, precisely because he wanted them to continuously transform, to regenerate endlessly!

It wasn’t the burned parts that were reborn.

Instead, the new vines unhesitatingly surged upward — replacing the charred remains.

Even so,

The vines could resist the flames but could not withstand the intense heat at the same time.

Nicholas II’s skin turned red in an instant.

Like a crab steamed in a bamboo steamer.

His pupils rapidly filled with blood, and his lungs almost dried out from the scorching heat.

However, the Decree of "Impervious to All Illness" he had previously chanted allowed him to stay alert and alive —

In the hellish heat that threatened to melt his consciousness, where even closing his eyes couldn’t protect his eyeballs, he chanted aloud while blood spurted from his mouth and nose:

"Mother of Ash and Charcoal! Awakener! Crown of the Azure Sky! Fig —"

The vines wrapped around him were also buying time.

These were not newly created beings by Nicholas II.

They were fresh life hurriedly catalyzed with that casual "alright" before.

Since their birth, their sole purpose was to die — bravely sacrificing themselves and the lives of their kin, one after the other, to protect Nicholas II.

For all beings exist for me.

That was Nicholas II’s philosophy in creation.

Just like his approach towards "artificial beings."

And similar to the Nicholas School’s Philosopher’s Stone he invented.

Even though he had expressed his disdain for violence and rough methods many times before the Spirit Bearers... in this urgent situation, the choice Nicholas II made was, without a doubt, his most instinctual way of handling it!

He didn’t hate violence, what he despised was "the violence he wasn’t adept at."

The silver light, like a heavenly fire of salvation or destruction, poured incessantly into the earth. The ground cracked and fissure after fissure burst forth with scorching silver liquid, which quickly solidified at room temperature.

The awakened giant spirit retreated in fear, not daring to approach the "Spiral Tower of Light" at the center.

The intense heat filled the air with an acrid smell, completely dispelling the snowstorm above.

Annan was already floating in the sky.

Behind him, a pair of light wings emerged from his shoulder blades and waist: one pair pointing up to the heavens, and another pair draped down to shield his body.

Because he had prepared beforehand — there were no fabrics covering Annan’s shoulders and waist — his transformation did not result in his clothes tearing.

Annan’s hair behind him solidified into light tendrils that stretched over two meters, dividing into three strands to the left, below, and to the right, floating within the gaps of the four light wings.

Annan’s head occupied the fourth gap directly above, like the twelve o’clock position on a clock face.

His left hand casually held the tricolored scepter, its crystal ball head and Annan’s pupils already radiating light.

Annan stared directly at the silver pillar of light that would blind mortals in an instant, extending his right hand forward.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped the area.

All surrounding light converged towards him.

The dazzling silver light was contained in Annan’s hand, and in the blink of an eye, it became a giant light sword at least three meters long!