Chapter 448 I Will Lead the Charge

Annan's Sabre]

[Type: Weapon/Accessory (Dark Blue)]

[Description: Don Juan Geraint's original noble sword, strong, light and beautiful; after being used many times by Annan Lindong with frost swordsmanship, the interior was damaged and the blade became colder. The damage inside has now been repaired by Salvatore. 】

[Effect: The wielder will suffer from the curse "Arctic Cut"]

[Arctic 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 ghosts and spirit-type enemies, this damage can be Fully converted into frost damage]

……what.

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

The sword was too heavy and too large to carry.

So Annan only brought three curses: the hand of the elf, Annan's boning knife, and Annan's saber. As well as a backpack for boning knives... Healing potions are also stored here by Annan.

"Then, I'll go."

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

"trust me."

Then he nodded to the Silver Sir who appeared beside them at some point.

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

Like an afterimage - Annan instantly disappeared in front of Salvatore.

"...I haven't yet, say goodbye to him."

Salvatore lowered his hands a little decadently.

He murmured in a low voice, "Go on... Annan..."

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

Sir Silver gently admonished the somewhat lost Salvatore.

The next moment, he tossed a silver coin himself.

He disappeared in place in an instant and followed Annan.

The location where they were located was less than two hundred meters away from the flaming Zedi Black Tower.

At this distance, Annan has already felt a strong heat wave coming towards him.

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

"...is it in there?"

"Yes."

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

"……besides?"

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

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

Sir Silver just shook his head.

"You know...why is he your fifth mirror?

"Because you and him both use the power of others to achieve their own goals. The fifth ray of the sun is the light reflected in the world's pupils... That is to say, you and him are similar but opposite in that—"

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

Annan suddenly understood everything.

That's why Sir Silver would let himself... complete Henry VIII's funeral first?

Did Henry VIII die suddenly, and my pot?

It was because I had to give me this power immediately, so...

Annan dispelled the hesitation.

"What am I hesitating about..."

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

"Then do your best - kill him."

If you say that you use your best, then don't save even the slightest effort.

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

"I see……"

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 help me..."

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

[Generate a promotional video] and [Set a teleportation point].

That's it for the second one... The one in front, when did it come out?

Annan was startled.

He was so used to using his powers that he forgot that he was not alone.

- He was never alone.

He is not a solitary monarch who can be bullied arbitrarily.

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

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

For them, it's just a game.

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

Can't bring back any abilities.

I can't bring back any treasures.

Everything is just giving.

Disrupting their beautiful dreams, or destroying their work-study plans for work and school...Let them be unprepared, and use them as tools 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 are called, he will surely win.

Under their watchful eyes, they won an upright victory.

Generate, promotional video --

After Annan clicked that button, the world in front of him was suddenly pulled apart.

Climbing like an illusion.

The hand reaching up, the light in the abyss.

The light suddenly expanded.

Annan saw Salvatore and many apprentices walking between the black towers of Zedi.

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, in fact there is still..."

The girl whispered a little shyly: "It's just that I'm too embarrassed to say..."

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

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

As soon as the screen changed, Annan saw the apprentice wizards chatting lazily in class. Clarence frowned, scratched the blackboard with his long fingernails, and made an unbearable creaking sound.

"Listen to the class!"

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

A boy below muttered softly: "We don't necessarily have a future..."

Then, he was glared by Clarence and lowered his head embarrassingly.

When the scene changed, Clarence confronted the younger Bernardino in the black silt.

"How is my student?"

Clarence asked Bernardino indifferently.

And countless golden chains locked Bernardino to death.

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

"Ah."

And the sneer that was so low it was barely audible.

As soon as the screen changed, Bernardino was holding four long bloody nails.

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

Annan's voice resounded loudly:

"—But as long as you can lift your spirits, you can crawl with me."

In the abyss, he slowly stretched out his hand to hold the incomparably fragile spider silk, and shouted loudly: "Then come together!"

Then came Annan's climb.

long climb.

A hopeless climb—and, an accidental fall.

"Give it up, Hugo...you have no chance of winning. If you're willing to surrender, I won't do anything to your students anymore."

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 was shining brighter.

"Human..."

Annan murmured, clenching the rope for the hundredth time.

His whisper sounded at the bottom of the hopeless abyss:

"Without wings, how can you go up?"

Clearly said such a decadent words.

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

Failure cannot beat him.

"Have you had 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 a waking ant.

The crowd gradually followed Annan, climbing up the ropes without knowing how many times.

The camera climbs up the abyss.

And when leaving that glow-filled summit.

It turned into a burning black tower looking down.

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

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

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

It was followed by the voice of the old grandmother: "It seems that you have found something that must be done in Noah."

"...Yes, grandmother."

Annan's voice sounded slowly 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 recited the name:

"Bernardino..."

Then came Hugo's voice.

It seemed to overlap with Annan's voice:

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

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

——Promotional film, the production is completed.

"...Really well done."

Annan was silent for a while, then murmured in a low voice, "Then let's put it on the players."

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

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

Annan slowly drew out the blade.

There was that dazzling brilliance in his eyes again.

"And I will, lead the charge—"

Chapter 2, the update is complete!

(End of this chapter)