The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 448: I will take the lead in the charge

Annan's sword]

[Type: Weapons/Accessories (Dark Blue)]

[Description: Don Juan Geraint's original aristocratic sword was strong, light and beautiful. After being used many times by Annan Coldong with frost swordsmanship, the internal parts were damaged, making the blade even colder. Today the damage to the interior has been repaired by Salvatore. 】

[Effect: The holder will be subject to the curse "Extreme Cold Cut"]

[Extreme Cold Cutting: When it causes "cutting" damage to living enemies, it can cause additional frost damage that is difficult to dispel; when it causes "cutting" damage to ghost and spirit enemies, it can This damage is completely converted into frost damage]

...ah.

It is a weapon similar to that [White Guillotine].

The sword is too heavy and huge to be carried.

So Annan only brought three charms: the elf hand, Annan's boning knife, and Annan's sword. As well as the backpack used to hold the boning knife...healing potions were also stored here by Annan.

"Then, I'll leave."

Annan and Salvatore said seriously: "Leave it all to me.

"Trust me."

Then he nodded to Sir Silver who appeared beside the two of them at some unknown time.

Before Salvatore could respond, Sir Silver threw a silver coin to Annan.

Like an afterimage - Annan disappeared in front of Salvatore's eyes.

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

Salvatore lowered his hands in despair.

He murmured in a low voice: "Stay alive...Annan..."

"Let's talk to him again when he comes back."

Sir Silver gently advised Salvatore, who was a little disappointed.

The next moment, he threw up a silver coin himself.

He disappeared instantly and followed Annan.

Their location is less than 200 meters away from the burning black tower in the marsh.

At this distance, Annan could already feel the intense heat wave hitting 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 and cracked with tiny cracks due to the sudden cold air.

"...Is it inside?"

"Yes."

Sir Silver nodded calmly and made a suggestion: "But there is one more thing you are not ready for."

"...and?"

Annan just wanted to say that he had prepared everything to the limit.

He can fight even half-step gods.

Sir Silver just shook his head.

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

"Because you and he both use the power of others to achieve your own goals. The fifth radiance of the sun is the light in the world's reflected pupils... In other words, the similarities and opposites between you and him are ——"

"...his undead, and my players?"

Annan suddenly understood everything.

So, Sir Silver would let himself...complete Henry VIII's funeral first?

Could it be that Henry VIII died suddenly and am I to blame?

Because you have to give me this power immediately, so...

Annan dispelled this hesitation.

"What am I hesitating about..."

He murmured in a low voice: "There is only one enemy.

"Then use all your strength to kill him."

When it comes to using all your strength, don’t spare even the slightest bit of effort.

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

"So, that's it..."

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

He closed his eyes and whispered: "If you can hear me, please come and help me..."

At this moment, Annan saw two new buttons in his background:

[Generate promotional video] and [Set transfer point].

That’s it for the second one...the one in front, when did it become an extra thing?

Anan was stunned for a moment.

He was so accustomed to using his own power that he forgot that he was not alone.

——He is never alone.

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

"But it's half past five in the morning..."

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

To them, it's just a game.

Although players already know that this is a real other world. But what they get from here is of no benefit to their ontology.

I can’t bring back any abilities.

I can’t take any treasures back with me.

Everything is just giving.

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

How many people will come?

Annan murmured in a low voice and closed his eyes.

No matter how many people he calls, he will definitely win.

Under their watchful eyes, he won the victory openly.

Generate, promotional video——

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

A hallucinatory climb.

The hand reaching upward, the light in the abyss.

The light suddenly expanded.

Annan saw Salvatore and many apprentices walking between the black towers in the marsh.

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

"No...Teacher, actually there is still..."

The girl shyly whispered: "It's just that I'm not embarrassed to say..."

"Just say it. No one will laugh at you."

Salvatore rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, revealing his trademark dead fish eyes and his signature gentle tone: "We are a family."

As the screen turned, Annan saw the wizard apprentices lazily chatting in class. Clarence frowned and scratched the blackboard with his long nails, making an unbearable squeaking sound.

"Listen to the class!"

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

A boy below muttered: "We may not have a future either..."

Afterwards, he was glared at by Clarence and lowered his head in disbelief.

The scene turned and it was Clarence confronting the younger Bernardino in the black mud.

"How are my students doing?"

Clarence asked Bernardino coldly.

And countless golden chains locked Bernardino to death.

The screen moved towards Bernardino...revealing the corners of his mouth that suddenly raised slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Huh."

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

The scene changed and Bernardino was holding four long **** nails.

Bernardino sneered: "Destiny, cut off fate. Until the end, he still believed in this kind of thing..."

Annan's voice sounded loudly:

"——But as long as you can cheer up your spirit, crawl with me."

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

Then came Annan’s climb.

The long climb.

A hopeless climb—and an unexpected fall.

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

Bernardino's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Are you... in a hurry?"

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

In the black abyss, invisible and colorless flames seemed to be lit.

And Annan is still falling.

The light in his eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"Human beings..."

Annan whispered, holding onto the rope for the hundred and first time.

His whisper sounded at the bottom of the hopeless abyss:

"Without wings, how can you go up?"

Said such decadent words.

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

Failure cannot defeat him.

"Have you rested enough?"

Annan's voice sounded at the bottom of the abyss: "As long as you can cheer up and crawl with me——

"Just follow me!"

Like a waking ant. ~IndoMTL.com~ The crowd gradually followed Annan, climbing up the rope countless times.

The camera climbs up the abyss.

When leaving the top filled with light.

It turned into a blazing black tower looking down.

"In fact, Zedi Black Tower is already facing catastrophe."

Sir Silver's voice came from outside the screen: "Except you and von Hohenheim...and Longjing Tea. Maybe all the Black Tower wizards who are reading are dead."

Then came Annan's voice: "Leave it all to me...just trust me."

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

"...Yes, grandma."

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

"Live on...Annan..."

Salvatore's hoarse voice came in a low voice.

Annan slowly read the name:

"Bernardino..."

Then came Hugo's voice.

It seems to overlap with Annan’s voice:

"If you want my soul, then come and try."

At the end, the picture suddenly lifted up, and it was fixed on the burning black tower - and Annan marching forward under the tower.

——Promotional video, completed.

"...really well done."

Annan was silent for a while and murmured in a low voice: "Then let's give it to the players."

Finally, set the teleportation point...to the [Swampland Black Tower].

"If you want to come, just follow me..."

Annan slowly drew out the sword blade.

His eyes once again shone with that dazzling light.

"And I will lead the charge——"

Chapter 2, updated!

(End of this chapter)