Super Righteous Player
Chapter 904 - 441

Chapter 904: 441

Not only that.

Nicholas II immediately further activated the poisonous dust:

"——[Divine Re-Enchantment]."

As he chanted, the poison dust that had turned into golden lotuses melted away again.

Except for the inner layer that protected him, the outer layers of lotus flowers all exploded outward!

The players hit by this didn’t even get injured or lose health.

Instead, they flashed with a dazzling light, and their entire beings vanished.

In an instant, all the players in the innermost layer were cleared out.

The surrounding players were also stunned.

They each used the built-in communication tools to contact those players who were "thrown into another world," only to learn that they were kicked offline.

Suddenly, no one dared to advance.

—— Just one hit, and you would be kicked offline.

How the hell are we supposed to fight?

Indeed, it was a toxic dust developed specifically for players!

The strike of disconnection was terrifying to such a degree.

Not only did it "kill otherworldly creatures," it directly severed the world.

If one were to say that the players are "otherworldly travelers" who arrived in the world of mist by riding the sky chariot, then this "Triple Great Hermes’s Poison Dust" was a deadly poison capable of knocking players off the chariot!

And if Annan hadn’t guessed wrong...

The significance of this poisonous dust was even more terrifying.

Since it could expel the players who arrived in this world via the sky chariot...could it also knock down gods "conducting the Sublimation Ritual" from the realm of light?

If it caused no harm to the original inhabitants of this world...

"...Are you trying to spread this poisonous dust across the entire world?"

Annan asked with a thunderous voice that reverberated thrice, like a deity, "You want to cut off the possibility of all gods ascending after you?

"In that case... only those you permit would be able to ascend, right?"

"——Truly worthy of you, Annan."

The Black Dragon, hidden within the golden barrier and motionless, let out a satisfied sigh: "It seems my attention to you was correct. No, it was still not enough—I still underestimated you! To discern my true purpose from that brief anomaly, your wisdom has caught up to mine.

"Unlike those other people, we are indeed enemies on the same level.

"However, it’s quite a pity... Previously, I had asked the Stone Father for your blood and soul shards in the name of ’creating a more effective poison dust,’ but he refused me."

The Black Dragon emitted a low chuckle that only Annan could understand: "If it weren’t for that— I would have expelled you from this world too!

"Not just you, Annan! Faceless Poet, Bell Ringer, Pilferer, Red Knight, Miss Fortune... otherworldly demons that don’t belong to this world yet are worshipped by these ignorant mortals as gods, share the same fate!

"As long as my ritual succeeds—once I have acquired the name of the sky chariot, even the True Gods can be expelled by me!"

Expulsion is not the same as killing.

If killed, they would resurrect with the return of the holy month the following year.

But being thrown out of the world... and unable to find the way home on their own, they wouldn’t even have a place to resurrect.

"Others may be one thing, but to my knowledge... Miss Fortune is someone who physically crossed into this world."

Annan scoffed, "So what if you expel her out?

"You are on a self-righteous path— you will receive judgment!"

"Who could judge me?"

Nicholas II laughed heartily: "I am different from Nicholas—I too am one of the sky chariots!

"As long as you and Philip both die here, the new sky chariot will be me!

"As for Miss Fortune..."

The dragon-faced turned to look at Annan.

Annan, surprisingly, saw ridicule and pity in it.

"You too are a fool. You have no idea what kind of horror lies hidden beneath that elusive exterior.

"You don’t even know what she represents...do you think you’re fit to be a sky chariot?"

Suddenly, Annan remembered.

Jacob had once told him about the true meaning of "The Fourth Daylight of the Sun."

The intent of The Fourth Daylight is to "completely blind the sight of those who physically cross worlds, making the boundary-crossers see nothing but illusionary light."

Last year, when The Man in the Mirror held his Sublimation Ritual in Roth Fort... which was when Annan first fought The Rotting Husband, Annan and the players had seen the "Soul Devourer" summoned by The Rotting Husband’s cult.

"Soul Devourers" are emissaries capable of physically creeping into The Void World.

And this requires eyes that can perform "cross-world zoom" under the optical laws of both worlds.

Thus, they possess triple eyelids.

The innermost eyelid adjusts focus to spot enemies within thirty meters; the second layer protects against wind pressure during Charge and prevents small dust particles from scratching the eyes.

And the outermost eyelid exists to resist the "illusionary light" seen when crossing between worlds.

From this point of view.

"The Fourth Daylight" can also be interpreted as "understanding and mastery of otherworldly creatures."

The celestial chariot would ultimately enter another world.

"...I understand."

Annan, however, became indifferent. "You think that as a person from another world, I can’t represent this world—I shouldn’t become the celestial chariot of this world, right?"

"Should it not be so?"

"Yes, that’s the biggest difference between you and me."

Annan took a deep breath.

He waved his hand, signaling for the players to retreat, to better leave the coverage of the poisonous dust.

Among so many people.

Only Annan wouldn’t be affected by the "disconnection strike."

Because only he... didn’t have an "original plane" to which he could be exiled back.

——Only he had no home to return to.

"Because I never thought that I would become the king of this world—the god above all gods who rules this world. I became the celestial chariot in order to allow this world to have more gods, so that every talented person could be in their rightful place and contribute to this world.

"And not through celestial chariot and poisonous dust to seal off others’ paths to ascension."

Annan slowly rotated the Sword of Light in his hand.

——No one could help him now.

He always thought before that the players could save him. The players were immortal and filled with a strong desire to fight... Even in the battle with the Transcendent Monks, the players could play a significant disruptive role.

And Nicholas II didn’t have the sort of instant kill ability of random soldiers like the Transcendent Monks.

Just these players alone would be enough to defeat Nicholas II.

...But now, Annan realized.

He was alone again.

Many people stood behind him, but they were temporarily unable to help him.

At most, they could only be spectators... or launch attacks from a great distance, unable to break into the center of the battlefield.

And in doing so, they could potentially injure Annan.

"A lone battle, huh..."

Annan muttered to himself.

The Black Dragon cracked a smile. "That’s right, they can’t help you. You can’t hide behind them anymore.

"Come into this arena. I will not hide nor run; I just want one outcome—"

The dragon roared, "Ultimately, why! Were you chosen as the celestial chariot—"

"Because you can’t let others trust you, let the world recognize... idiot."

Annan whispered.

He felt the long-lost surge of emotions.

Though when it acted as a mirror, what it truly represented was the unknowable light of him and Annan "avoiding redundant recognition."

"Black Annan" and "Nicholas I" meant the same thing to "Annan" and "Nicholas II."

They were not extensions of the former lives but rather new beings born under the reflection of the "light of the unknowable," having a portion of their memories blocked.

——At that time, Annan had once thought that if Nicholas II didn’t have some of the memories from "Nicholas" of those years, he could become a good person.

But what Annan hadn’t anticipated at the time was that the most toxic part of Nicholas’ personality was not his chaotic and insane thoughts of his later years.

It was the arrogance deeply rooted in the core of his personality.

Annan should naturally possess this sort of arrogance—after all, he was the only person in the world with the "system", the designated celestial chariot, the future savior.

If there was anyone indispensable to this world, it was probably only Annan.

But Annan had not become arrogant.

Perhaps that was because—

Annan suddenly clutched his chest.

In that moment, he vaguely felt something pulsating in his heart.

A force... stirring, awakening within him.

Like a seedling breaking through the soil.

Something was waiting for Annan, watching over him.

Waiting for Annan to pronounce that name—

"Because I am..."

Annan’s voice gradually deepened.

His skin began to show pure white scales, his face turned ferocious, transforming into a draconic head.

"My name is...

"——Annan Frostword!"

His form was like a dream.

Silver-white scales reflected the glow of the morning sun, as if they were shining.

A dazzling dragon with two pairs of light wings, emitting the breath of Winter that could freeze the entire world, rose gracefully and proudly!

Gleaming in the sky!

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