The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 448: I will lead the charge

Annan's Sabre]

【Type: Weapon/Accessories (Dark Blue)】

[Description: Don Juan Gerante's original noble sword, strong, light and beautiful; after being used by Annan Winter with frost swordsmanship many times, it was internally damaged and made the blade colder. Now the internal damage has been repaired by Salvatore. 】

[Effect: The holder will suffer the curse "Cold Cut"]

[Cold Cutting: When it causes "cutting" damage to a living enemy, it can cause additional frost damage that is difficult to dispel; when it causes "cutting" damage to ghosts and spirit enemies, this damage can be done Fully converted into frost damage]

……what.

It's a weapon similar to that [White Guillotine].

The sword was too heavy and huge to carry.

So Annan only brought three curse objects: the hand of the elves, Annan's bone knife, and Annan's saber. And the backpack used to hold the eliminator...The healing potions were also stored here by Annan.

"Then I will leave."

Annan said solemnly to Salvatore: "I will leave it to me.

"trust me."

Then he nodded to Sir Silver, who appeared next to them at some unknown time.

Without waiting for Salvatore to respond, Sir Silver threw a silver coin towards Annan.

As if turned into an afterimage-Annan instantly disappeared before Salvatore's eyes.

"...I haven't yet. Say goodbye to him."

Salvatore dropped his hands somewhat decadently.

He muttered in a low voice: "Live...Annan..."

"When he comes back, tell him again."

Sir Silver gently exhorted the somewhat lost Salvatore.

The next moment, he himself tossed a silver coin.

Instantly disappeared in place and followed Annan.

They are located less than two hundred meters away from the burning Zedi Black Pagoda.

At this distance, Annan has already felt a strong heat wave on his face.

But when those heat waves approached Annan, they were naturally cooled by the cold air exhaled by Annan. The ground under Annan's feet also creaked with small cracks due to the sudden cold.

"...Is it in there."

"Yes."

Sir Silver nodded calmly and made a suggestion: "But you have one more thing, you are not ready."

"……and also?"

Annan just wanted to say that he had reached the limit of everything he could prepare.

Even a half-step god, he can fight against one.

Sir Silver just shook his head.

"Do you know... why is he your fifth mirror?

"Because you and him both use the power of others to achieve your own goals. The fifth shining of the sun is the light in the reflected pupil of the world... That is to say, the similarity between you and him is that the opposite is—"

"...His undead, with my player?"

Annan suddenly understood everything.

Therefore, Sir Silver will allow himself... to complete Henry VIII's funeral first?

Could it be that Henry VIII died suddenly, and there is still my pot?

Because I had to give me this strength immediately, so...

Annan dispelled this hesitation.

"What am I hesitating..."

He murmured: "There is only one enemy.

"Then do your best-kill him."

It is said that it is exhausted, so don't save even the slightest amount of effort.

The players are unable to fight against the pure spirit medium, but they are immortal enough to fight the undead... at least they can give Annan a safe back.

"So, so..."

In the palm of Annan's right hand, the rune that looked like a power button gradually lit up.

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "If you can hear me, please help me..."

At this moment, Annan saw that there were two new buttons in his backstage:

[Generate Promo] and [Set Transfer Point].

That's it for the second one... When did the previous one come out?

Annan was taken aback.

He is too accustomed to using his power, but forgets-he is not alone.

——He has never been alone.

He is not a lonely monarch who can be bullied wantonly.

"But it's five thirty in the morning..."

How many people can be summoned by such an urgent call...

For them, this is just a game.

Although the players already know, this is a real alien world. But what they get from here is not good for their ontology.

What abilities can't be brought back.

I can't bring back any treasures.

Everything is just paying.

Disturb their dreams, or destroy their work and study plans to go to work and school... leaving them unprepared, as a tool in Annan's hands to challenge powerful enemies.

How many people will come?

Annan murmured and closed his eyes.

No matter how many people are assembled, he will surely win.

Under their gaze, the victory was dignified.

Generate, promotional video——

After Annan clicked the button, the world in front of him was suddenly opened.

Climbing like an illusion.

The hand stretched upward, the light in the abyss.

The light suddenly expanded.

Annan saw Salvatore and many apprentices walking through the black tower of Zedi.

Salvatore caught up with a girl, patted her on the shoulder, and asked, "Is there really no problem? I think you still hesitate."

"No... Teacher, there are actually..."

The girl whispered a little shyly: "It's just that I didn't feel embarrassed to say..."

"Just say it straight. People won't laugh at you."

Salvatore rubbed his dark circles, revealing his iconic dead fish eyes, and his trademark gentle tone was also in his mouth: "We are a family."

As soon as the picture turned, Annan saw the wizard apprentices lazily whispering in class. Clarence frowned, scratched the blackboard with his long nails, and made unbearable squeaks.

"Listen to class!"

He sternly raised his voice: "If you don't attend class now, what will you do in the future?"

Below, a boy mumbled quietly: "We don't necessarily have a future..."

Then, he was glared at by Clarence, and lowered his head in a jealous manner.

The picture turns, it is Clarence confronting the younger Bernardino in the black mud.

"How is my student?"

Clarence asked Bernardino indifferently.

And countless golden chains locked Bernardino.

The screen moves towards Bernardino... reveals the corners of his mouth that suddenly rises slightly and smiles disdainfully.

"Ah."

And the sneer that was so low that it was almost inaudible.

As soon as the picture turned, Bernardino was holding four long **** nails.

Bernardino sneered: "Fate, cut off destiny. Until the end, he still believes in this kind of thing..."

Annan’s voice rang loudly:

"--But as long as you can lift your energy, crawl with me."

He was in the abyss, slowly stretched out his hand to hold the fragile spider silk, and shouted: "Then come together!"

Followed by Annan's climbing.

Long climbing.

Hopeless climbing-and, no accidental fall.

"Give up, Hugo... you have no chance of winning. If you are willing to surrender, I will stop attacking your students."

Bernardino's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Are you...in a hurry?"

Another voice that Annan had never heard before also sounded across from him.

In the black abyss, an invisible and colorless flame seemed to ignite.

And Annan was still falling.

The light in his eyes is shining more and more.

"Human..."

Annan whispered, squeezing the rope for the 101st time.

His whispers sounded at the bottom of the abyss of never hope:

"Without wings, how can you go up?"

Obviously said this is such a decadent words.

But the corner of his mouth showed a brilliant smile, and his pupils were brighter than the stars.

Failure cannot defeat him.

"Is there enough rest?"

Annan’s voice sounded at the bottom of the abyss: “As long as you can lift your spirits and crawl with me—

"Just follow!"

Like ants waking up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The crowd gradually followed Annan, not knowing how many times they climbed up the rope.

The camera climbed up the abyss.

And when leaving the top that is full of radiance.

It turned into a burning black tower looking down.

"In fact, Zedi Black Pagoda has already faced the disaster of extinction."

Sir Silver’s voice came from outside the screen: "Except for you and von Hornheim... and Longjing Tea. Maybe all the Dark Tower wizards who are studying are dead."

Then came Annan's voice: "Let's give it to me... Trust me."

Then came the voice of the old grandmother: "It seems that you have found it. It must be done in Noah."

"...Yes, old grandmother."

Annan's voice slowly sounded in the darkness: "For my friend, I need to defeat a strong enemy."

"Live...Annan..."

Salvatore's dry voice came in a low voice.

Annan slowly said the name:

"Bernardino..."

Then came the voice of Hugo.

It seems to overlap with Annan’s voice:

"If you want my soul, then you can give it a try."

In the end, the picture suddenly lifted, and it was fixed on the burning black tower—and Annan moving forward under the tower.