Chapter 440 Holy Fire

In the incident when the Pure Spirit Medium invaded the palace, the corpses of twelve unscarred silver-level superhumans were left behind;

Kafne just made [Curse: Ice Cubes with Light] for Annan;

The [Frost Tower] summoned by the special silver-level spell of the Frost Whisperer;

What Annan can replace with his grandmother's real name, [High-level Influence in the Frost Domain];

In addition, what Annan learned from "On the Eighth Luminary of the Sun" not long ago belongs to Mr. Yao's real name - Bode.

The ceremony that Annan prepared, "The Breath of Winter" is coming to an end. If only one of "Blizzard Weather", "Hailstorm Weather" and "Heavy Rain Weather" is left, he can officially start.

——And it is a ceremony completed by the top match.

He can be sure that even if it is the Frostwhisper or the Hand of Winter, there are few people who can get the near-perfect "winter's breath" at the silver level like himself.

Annan had already invested a full 150 mana points of order in the backyard of the Geraint family last night...that is, the night of Henry VIII's death, to create a thirty-meter-high building with immutable ice. "The Tower of Frost".

- That's a real tower.

It even splits into three layers automatically.

Annan had already sent someone to transport the body to the third floor, where it was closest to the sky.

Order mana is fully restored in the early morning hours of each day. If Annan wanted to, he would try his best to build a tower as high as 40 meters high...but that was meaningless.

After all, Annan just borrowed the temperature.

If it wasn't for the concern that the corpse might not be able to be placed, in fact, a height of eight or nine meters would be enough.

Although that might not be called a tower...

As Annan found, its area seemed to be fixed—or rather, it was determined by other elements.

It is a circle twenty-two yards in diameter.

And this happens to be Annan's Frostwhisper class level.

In other words, if Annan really only seemed to invest forty or fifty mana points... then maybe what he summoned could not be called the Tower of Frost at all.

More than twenty meters in diameter and less than ten meters in height.

That thing is also a frost casserole.

It is precisely because of this that Annan realized... that ordinary Frostwhisperers can hardly use this skill normally.

They don't look like themselves, with quadruple mana.

Either the elves are like themselves, with multiples of order mana; or they can only use this spell through ritual augmentation and infusion.

In other words, this is a chanting spell though.

But if it is to be used well, it must be used with the benchmark of ritual spells.

And if the degraded version is used, the frost tower that is summoned has no aesthetics and is not too strong, and can only be used as a portable fortress to defend against stray arrows and fireballs.

But Annan didn't want to put his tower in the crow's house.

This is entirely a spell that can be used as a portable base and storage warehouse.

Annan just wanted to see in a safe place what this "Frost Tower" was like and what its internal structure was like.

And... how strong an attack it can resist.

The experimental results are very good.

The tester is Zhi Ji.

She simulated an attack that was equivalent to a blow from a silver-ranked shattering wizard, and the tower of frost did almost no damage; and then she simulated a slash that was equivalent to a blow of a golden-ranked swordsman—not surprisingly, frost The tower was still torn apart.

But this sword energy only cut through one wall. It could not be cut out from the opposite side, and only left a scar about three or four centimeters deep on the opposite side.

This means that after passing through the Frost Tower, the attack power of the golden rank can be roughly reduced to the level of the silver rank.

——Of course, the attack of the Golden Rank Destruction Wizard is exempted.

If you simply compare the output, it is impossible for all other superhumans to be on a par with the destruction wizards who specialize in the way of destruction.

Since a swordsman of the golden rank can sever the walls of the Tower of Frost with a single sword,

Then the golden rank destroys the wizard with a shot, maybe this tower will be directly lost...

"But this funeral was held too fast."

Salvatore whispered to Annan, "Your Majesty just died yesterday, right? Will the funeral be held today?"

He and Annan, both dressed in formal attire, sat on a bench by the Silver Sir's fountain.

He was wearing the special attire of the Son of the Black Tower—a long, solid black cape with a high stand-up collar that looked like Lelouch's.

And Annan also put on his [Silver Sir's Favorite], a white robe with texture and material like veil. Although it doesn't look like a formal dress, anyone who knows the goods must know what it means.

There is no dress more solemn than this.

It happens that these two sets of clothes are black and white, and there will be no etiquette problems at the funeral.

"Although he died yesterday... But the actual statement is that Henry VIII has been in a state of critical illness and death for a long time."

This funeral has probably been prepared for a long time.

When Annan said this, he sneered: "It can be seen that they are still in a hurry."

It now appears that it is not just Prince Philip.

Even the eldest princess, Elizabeth, is probably looking forward to her father's early death.

"what……"

At this moment, Salvatore suddenly moved in his heart.

He had a vague feeling of unease.

He looked around, then to the southwest.

He could see... there was a raging fire in the sky over there.

The scorching fire and smoke formed columns, reaching the sky.

Salvatore stared deeply at the firelight, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Annan realized something and turned to look at Salvatore.

"There... it seems to be the direction of the black tower."

Salvatore murmured in a low voice, "Did something happen to the Black Tower?"

"The tower owner is still there. Since there is a tower owner in charge, what else can happen?"

Annan replied casually.

However, at this moment, a clear and very clear voice sounded beside Annan: "There is indeed an accident at the Zedi Black Tower."

Annan turned his head and looked at the man with a slender face, medium-part curly hair, and a monocle wearing a monocle, with a bright and sunny smile, and sat beside him.

Originally, the bench that could only sit on two people, was a little crowded when three people sat on it. That is, Annan was small and thin, and he leaned towards Salvatore before he could barely sit.

"Excuse me... what happened to the black tower?"

Annan asked Salvatore.

After all, this is a righteous god.

Although Salvatore is the son of the tower, he has not succeeded after all. Facing the Silver Sir, Annan could say a lot, but Salvatore could not.

In the past, the seniors took more care of themselves.

Since something happened on Salvatore's side... it's time to help yourself.

Sir Silver glanced at Annan with deep meaning, and then at Salvatore, who looked a little anxious.

"Actually, the Zedi Black Tower has already faced extinction."

He said slowly: "In addition to you and von Hohenheim...and Longjing tea.

"Maybe all the black tower wizards who are reading are already dead."

Salvatore's pupils suddenly tightened.

He didn't care about being rude, and immediately put his hand on Annan's leg, leaned his upper body toward Sir Silver, and leaned over most of his body: "Please tell me more - what's the matter? How can I help? ?"

"The 'Pure Spiritual Medium' Bernardino is trying to complete [the work of creation] and further improve his sublime fake body. In this way, he must get the 'Holy Fire'."

Sir Silver said slowly, "You should know what the Holy Fire is."

(End of this chapter)