Super Righteous Player
Chapter 932 - 466: So Vladimir Gave Up Thinking (Combined - s)

Chapter 932: Chapter 466: So Vladimir Gave Up Thinking (Combined Chapters)

Unable to evade, unable to defend... the opportunity to attack was likely to come only once.

It was akin to a gunslinger duel.

Either both would fall simultaneously... or the one who drew quicker would easily take down the one who drew slower. The one who had already taken damage was essentially without any chance to launch an effective attack.

"Then let me do the countdown!"

The tragedy writer, almost dancing with excitement, shouted, "A ten-second countdown, at the very end—"

He said, while stretching out his hand.

A stream of light flashed through his hand—a plain and unadorned pistol appeared in his grasp.

It was the weapon that had assassinated the ruler of the Union Kingdom when pistols were first invented, later offered as a sacrifice to the tragedy writer.

"After you hear the gunshot, you can attack freely!"

The tragedy writer announced.

Like someone, elated to be a referee, watching a race.

He just wanted to have some fun.

But he himself disdained to partake in the fun—though if it was merely to assist or bear witness, he was rather content to do so.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Unacknowledged by either of them, the tragedy writer possessed no such modesty.

His skin was thick enough—seeing that neither of them paid him any heed, he started the countdown with gusto.

Meanwhile, Annan had turned to the side.

The Siren of the Third, held in his left hand, was hidden behind him; and with his right hand raised, he aimed the magical spear given by the Grave Bone Granny at the chest of Winter Reverser Vladimir.

The reason for not aiming at the head was that there was no need.

The pure white short hunting gun called "Forgiveness of the Bone Picker" was a creation predating the concept of "guns". It was not a stretch to call it the oldest gun, or perhaps the prototype of hunting guns.

But in ancient times, "Forgiveness of the Bone Picker" clearly had other uses—

It had no magazine, no safety, and not even a trigger convenient for repositioning.

The lower half of this magical gun, more than a hunting gun, resembled a pair of powerful pincers.

Annan was vaguely aware of a strange feeling.

As if...

He could "wipe out" the man before him if he so desired.

On the other hand, Vladimir too felt his sense of danger surge.

The moment Annan had drawn this weapon, a chill ran down Vladimir’s spine—his Transcendent perception allowed him to be wary of attacks capable of harming him.

In fact, Vladimir didn’t know the specific effects of the weapon.

But judging by the chill on his back, he could surmise that if he were merely grazed by it, he might be finished... and even Black Manamuni would not be able to resist its effect.

However, since it required aiming at him and placing a hand at that "firing position," it meant it was not a condition-triggered or thought-triggered weapon.

In other words, there must be a ’firing’ action.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes, pondering quickly.

"...five, four, three..."

The tragedy writer’s countdown continued unabated.

But Vladimir had already confirmed his strategy.

—Since it required a firing action, Annan would certainly need to move to initiate the attack.

How fast could he fire?

0.1 second? 0.01 second? Or even shorter?

But regardless—

Vladimir took a deep breath, his exalted simulacra rustled behind him, and the bleak domain of despair below him spread, creeping towards Annan like a roused living creature.

—Regardless, Annan must make an "attack movement"!

"...two, one!"

Without hesitation, the tragedy writer lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.

At the moment the gunshot ripped through the sky,

Vladimir’s pupils suddenly turned into abyss-like black.

This was... the first spell of the Disabling School he had learned as a "Hand of Winter".

Its name was [Deep Freeze Gaze].

Pure black ice, crystallized from the core of a Hand of Winter’s heart, could freeze an enemy’s sense of time—in other words, a spell to instantly stun the opponent’s mind by using their own negative emotions as a trigger.

The more intense the hatred, fear, and despair harbored in the heart, the colder the black ice would be.

Because this spell was triggered by merely making eye contact—a hit rate of one hundred percent—even a silver-rank Wizard would be shocked into submission.

Because this spell was not dizziness, coma, or hypnosis.

It was a pause in the opponent’s perception of the passage of time.

Like zoning out for a moment, only to suddenly realize that much time had passed—the effect of this spell was to "neglect a portion of time".

Completely unaware of being controlled... and therefore without any chance to break free.

Even a strong will could significantly cut down on the controlled time. But even a Wizard with a silver soul who succeeded in their saving throw would still be controlled momentarily.

And in that instant, another Spell of Disabling could be used.

—[Loss of Fighting Spirit]!

It could only be used against enemies who, for various reasons, couldn’t control their bodies, freezing their "intent to attack" for a moment. When initially resisted by a Transcendent will, or similar effects, it would prioritize relieving the "inability to control one’s body" as an alternative negative state.

A striking skill for when the enemy is down, forcing a change in who has the upper hand.

When used in conjunction with [Deep Freeze Gaze], it would stop an opponent from attacking first no matter what—securing the upper hand during an ambush.

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