Super Righteous Player
Chapter 919 - 454: The Fourth History Treatise, Missing without a Trace

Chapter 919: Chapter 454: The Fourth History Treatise, Missing without a Trace

Upon hearing this, the players were momentarily stunned.

They had previously complained a bit about their damage output, being reliant entirely on Annan to C, only attending to hold a place, and slacking off afterwards... If they could get acquainted, it would count as breaking even, and saving those children would be a huge bonus.

But they hadn’t expected that Annan’s opinion of them was not "slackers," but "heroes."

This was no exaggeration.

Children, Defu, Four Dark Decks...

Besides these three prominent, most contributing "stars," Annan, who was flying in the sky at the time, had also noticed some "backup" players.

Husky had already moved nearby, Xitan Pulan had already released his Spiritual Body, and the Goose of Delight had already gripped the blade in his hand.

If the "Vine Strike Technique" of the wandering children and the explosives of the Four Dark Decks hadn’t cleared those plants, the old goose would have immediately struck with his long-prepared sword energy.

Also, it wasn’t only Four Dark Decks who mastered destruction Spells.

Among those players who had never been in contact with Annan, there were also numerous destructive Wizards. Their mastery of destructive Spells wasn’t profound enough... They couldn’t use explosive techniques to precisely create holes in such a mixture of earth and wood.

But as long as they could get within twenty meters, they could also cast Spells to deal some damage—to avoid being directly expelled, they were even prepared to cast a spell and then be thrown against the rock walls and smashed to death by the Decree Wizards.

Their thinking was simple.

It wasn’t something like "Ah, I want to sacrifice myself to save my teammates."

Instead, it was that even a little deal of damage output from their own bodies was better than being instantly killed by the boss or slacking off here!

In fact, because most players preferred fighting from a longer distance... The proportion of players with magical classes was quite high.

The first batch of players that arrived at Frostwater Harbor already amounted to five or six tenths of the current melee players. Among those melee class players, fewer than one-fifth could take up the tank role, the real "front line."

The rest were mostly guerrilla-type warriors like the Happy Wind Man. Perhaps even more fragile than the Wizards—within the Wizards, there were also defense-focused schools, such as Shaping or Prophet.

As long as they weren’t sniped out of sight like the legendary "Shaper Jude," Wizards were much tougher than these melee damage-dealing frail meats.

A typical example was the old goose.

The Sword Saint class into which the Goose of Delight had transferred was such a fragile class. But he had gradually adapted to this characteristic, so this strong, bald man with no hair had gradually shifted his combat style from the simple and robust style of the Martial Monk to another bald man with no hair but a barcode on the back of his head...

Before the enemy’s attention was drawn, he wouldn’t rush forward rashly.

And for that very reason, he stayed completely OB in the back until the fight was over, not foolishly rushing to give his head away. This was why he immediately followed Annan into the cave entrance—his target had never been Don Nicolas in the "first phase," but rather the Demon Dragon Nicholas in the "second phase."

It’s just that the second phase boss was swiftly defeated by Annan, much to his regret.

It’s not that they couldn’t do anything.

Quite the contrary—it was precisely because the players were too capable, which led only the quickest responders to "snatch the credit."

And if they accidentally failed, others would immediately take their place.

The remaining players also had the capability and awareness. They were just a little less lucky, unable to act in time.

They deserve respect and praise too!

The possibility of players "reviving" not only made them bold and fearless... but also allowed them to shine brilliantly.

Even taking all the damage, they would not retreat an inch—placing all trust in their teammates behind them, believing that they could heal themselves and deal with the enemy, thus they wouldn’t turn around to flee even when severely injured.

There are no comrades more trustworthy than the players themselves.

—Annan realized this once again.

Perhaps later, he could bring them along to fight more bosses...

However, lavished with praise by Annan, they showed no reaction.

Or rather, those players who would have reacted intensely to Annan had already been actively and intensely reacting during the first two phases upon seeing the boss, and had been conveniently wiped out by Nicolas...

And while the other players were either too shy to know what to say, immersed in their memories, or felt somewhat awkward due to their older age and unable to blend with their surroundings...

Husky, who had been staring intensely at Annan for a long time, suddenly broke the silence by asking, "Boss... are you looking for something or waiting for something?"

Annan looked at Husky with some surprise.

She was the only one who had keenly sensed hesitation in Annan’s emotions.

"Yes."

Annan nodded his head.

What he was actually waiting for was the fourth historical discourse—but strangely, it had yet to appear.

This was the only thing Annan could not understand... and the Silver Baron had not responded to this matter at all. So Annan thought, there might be some details he had not noticed here.

If what Philip wrote in the fourth historical discourse was "I will definitely Witness the Return of the Celestial Chariot."

If the celestial chariot referred to here was Annan, then this history would have been completed, the fourth historical discourse would have broken its own Curse Binding, ready to reappear in "the first history."

But Annan had not seen the fourth historical discourse reappear.

But now they say that this celestial chariot refers to the "true Celestial Chariot," then Annan could not be considered a complete celestial chariot. Because he was still missing the last one-sixth of the fragments.

But Philip was already dead—he had been completely erased from this history, dying without a whole body. Thus, the history he wrote could also not be completed.

Yet the content described in the fourth historical discourse was still inevitably to be completed.

Was this a BUG, or was there a hidden affair, some detail that Annan had not noticed?

Let the players wait here a bit longer.

He needed to return quickly, to report these matters to Kafney.

The fact that he could transform into a dragon now, he also needed to tell Maria.

Annan shook his head, resolute, "I cannot stay away for too long, otherwise my sister will worry. I’ll return to the palace first... You all be careful. It’s best to leave some people behind to respond to each other, and everyone else should leave as soon as possible."

He had clearly defeated a formidable enemy.

But Annan felt somewhat uneasy instead.

It was as though he had overlooked something important...

Annan soon left Blood Butterfly Valley and returned the way he came, arriving back in the village.

Seeing Annan emerge from Blood Butterfly Valley, Jacob finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he had first glimpsed that catastrophe-like huge mountain range from afar, he had even despaired.

But fortunately, the ritual he had secretly placed on Annan was still effective, telling him that Annan was not dead yet... This had prevented him from running away immediately.

He didn’t know if, after he had brought Duke Annan out, and Annan had sacrificed here, whether Princess Maria would have been furious with him. But if Annan had not come out, he definitely would have run away immediately.

"Let’s return, Jacob."

"No problem, Your Majesty."

"Opener" Jacob immediately responded.

Afterward, he carefully opened the box of Radiant Oil—this was already the last bit left, barely enough for him and Annan to teleport back to the palace.

However, thereafter, they would take the subway back to the country. Annan also did not have much need to go out, so they presumably would not need this substance anymore...

He applied the Radiant Oil to the nail and drove it into his own palm. This was his unique ritual preparation.

"I am the lock, and steel is the key—I open my own flesh and blood with light, just as I open all doors with a key."

Saying so, he slowly pulled out the nail, as if dragging some transparent heavy thing.

His left hand, pierced by the nail, seemed to be expanding as though in swelling—but that seemed to be an illusion, looking closer, nothing was there.

"I penetrate myself with light, just as a key opens a lock. Therefore, I am the door, linking here and there.

"I have penetrated myself with light, therefore I am the key—I will open all doors."

He chanted, the hole in his hand spinning and expanding.

A faint light emerged from it.

He stretched out his hand to touch Annan, and then touched himself.

Suddenly, the hole expanded swiftly—the gushing light enveloped them, pulling them into the "Door of Light."

But Annan suddenly opened his eyes wide amid the chaotic flow of light.

—This didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel like any of the previous teleportations...

If he had to describe it, it was like sitting in the backseat of a car when the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. His entire body felt as though it had been jolted from the backseat, derriere momentarily leaving the seat—

"It’s been a long time, Your Majesty Annan."

A deep, leisurely voice sounded.

Within the chaotic flow of light that Annan could not see clearly, a black silhouette holding a cane slowly approached him.

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