Chapter 72 Nightmare Birth

The cold air on Annan's body gradually dissipated, and his skin returned to its original color.

Only the frozen courtyard and the Viscount's mansion still burning.

Watching Annan froze in place, staring intently at Gerald's corpse, there was no expression on his face, only the light of the fire... Salvatore couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you all right, Don Juan?"

Seeing Annan like this, Salvatore began to regret it.

Although Don Juan Geraint was talented, he was only a child after all. And just like what Bishop Daryl said, it's not his hatred...

Perhaps, you should do it yourself.

"……Ok?"

Annan raised his head and looked at Salvatore somewhat blankly.

Then Annan quickly responded.

...Oh, I forgot to change my expression.

When thinking, the CPU usage is too high, and the application called "Overlay Acting" may not know what it is and stop responding...

So Annan shook his head slightly, and a slightly dignified, but very resolute expression naturally floated on his face: "No, I'm fine.

"I'm just thinking of something else...don't worry about me."

This is indeed true.

What he was thinking about just now was why he was so arrogant.

perhaps.

"...Well, then it'll be fine."

Although it still felt a little inappropriate, Salvatore also realized that Annan didn't want him to intervene, so he stopped wisely.

Generally speaking, Don Juan wanted to take this opportunity to exercise his mind.

Salvatore thought so.

After all, the Geraint family is facing a catastrophe, and those who are too weak cannot survive.

He could see that Annan was very kind, rational, selfless and uphold justice - but for a qualified nobleman, this is not a good character. There is no way to save him from the catastrophe.

...but that doesn't matter.

Salvatore thought to himself.

Because he is the chosen son of the Black Tower of this generation.

All power in this world comes from the curse. The Wizard's Tower is no exception.

In fact, every sorcerer's tower is a spell of the highest order.

They are the most loyal spells, and the most fickle ones.

Because the wizard tower has almost no cost, only the tower owner needs to stay in the tower, and it will continuously provide the tower owner with eternal life... The age of the tower owner will also be locked in this year.

This is a blessing and a prison.

——But the wizard tower will only obey the wizard with the strongest ability.

This means that once a more powerful wizard enters the tower, its ownership will change and the previous tower master will be released immediately. And the stronger wizard became the new tower master.

Some tower masters banish or even kill talented young wizards in order to gain false immortality. But more tower masters are desperately hoping that someone can rescue them and return them to freedom...

In the latter case, the "Children of the Tower" will be born. In the case of the Zedi Black Tower, the full name of the son of the Black Tower is actually "the first heir to the Zedi Black Tower".

The inheritance of the Zedi Black Tower is the transformation school, and Salvatore is the most talented one in the transformation school, more talented than the tower master back then. This means that he may have the opportunity in the future to become a more powerful transformation wizard than the tower master... and then he will follow the contract to take over and release the former black tower master.

As a supplement to the contract, after Salvatore advances to silver, he will begin to enjoy noble privileges. The higher his class, the greater the privilege.

At that time, it would be easier to protect an earl's son——

even a king,

It will never try to offend the Lord of the Black Tower.

The transformation school is the wizard who is best at large-scale warfare. The Kingdom of Noah needs to rely on these transformation wizards to defend against the invasion of enemy countries... not to mention the security issues in their own country after offending these big bombers.

Transforming a wizard is not as neat and tidy as destroying a wizard, where there is something wrong. But they may make big news at any time...

Salvatore has made up his mind.

As the price of taking away the curse and the curse, after he has advanced to silver and officially became the son of the black tower, he will immediately bring a group of elite wizards to the frozen water port to protect his innocent and kind friend... …

Thinking of this, he felt that the guilt of letting Don Juan kill people was greatly reduced.

"According to the agreement, I am going to absorb his curse..."

Salvatore said softly and stepped forward: "You remember to assist me."

"it is good."

Annan responded simply and neatly.

Although he didn't know how to help, he agreed first.

I saw Salvatore stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Gerald's body.

A blood-red flame ignited silently on the edge of his palm, melting Annan's ice quickly.

Annan looked at it and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

...No, that doesn't seem to be melting.

Instead, under this strange flame, the ice was transformed into black smoke, thus disintegrating the freezing.

This black smoke seems to be similar to some stage of Benjamin's transformed creation, but skips part of it...

While Annan was cranky, Salvatore quickly melted the ice, revealing Gerald's left hand.

Annan also looked over attentively, intending to see how Salvatore absorbed the curse.

I saw Salvatore reaching out and picking out the bronze necklace around his neck, holding it with his left hand and pressing his right hand on Gerald's silver ring, chanting in a low voice:

"I place a curse here—

"I will inherit the oath you made and bear the curse you bear..."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and moved his lips slightly.

This should be to watch out for players who haven't left yet.

I saw that on the silver ring, suddenly Chi Chi began to spew out strange smoke.

The silver-gray smoke evaporated, and quickly turned into black, eel-like bundles in the air, and continuously drilled into Salvatore's right hand, the black lines visible to the naked eye on his Floating beneath his skin, flowing like a bug under the skin, poured into his left arm.

Then, they ooze out of the skin again and slowly entered the necklace in the form of silver-gray smoke.

After that, Salvatore suddenly let go of the silver ring like an electric shock, and threw his right hand nervously in the air.

Annan noticed that the two fingers of his right hand holding the ring turned blue-black. It swelled like it was hit by a hammer, and even wanted to soak in blood.

"Destroy him, Don Juan!"

Salvatore immediately shouted: "Don't touch it with your hands!"

Without any hesitation, Annan raised the boning knife and chopped it.

With the first knife, he cut the silver ring, along with his fingers, obliquely.

I saw that the wreckage of the silver ring suddenly swelled and burst, and a strange gray-black smoke came out, covering Gerald's body.

Its flesh, clothes, and the ice outside were quickly eroded away, leaving only a white skeleton in the blink of an eye.

"What's this?"

"This is the curse he set when he advanced to silver, neither you nor I can absorb it. This is not something we can solve."

Salvatore said in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry about it, let it turn into a nightmare on its own, it shouldn't be too difficult to crack... After all, the curse has already been absorbed by me in half.

"Although I don't know what Gerald's obsession is, I guess...it may be that he needs to defeat the fully prepared Gerald in a dream. Look at how suffocated he died. If it was me, I would die. Will definitely hate it later.

"—Of course, you don't have to worry about what happens after it turns into a nightmare. This is not a frozen water port. There is a senior bishop stationed there. This incomplete curse will soon be purified. It will not spread. "

"...It's not in a hurry."

Annan moved in his heart, shook his head and said nothing. Just focused on watching the nightmare generated in front of my eyes.

His first reaction was:

"Hey, is there a new dungeon for players to play..."

Then Annan quickly realized that this copy was estimated to be quickly cleaned up by Bishop Darryl. Far less long than the copy of Frozen Water Harbor.

So unfortunately, it can only appear as a limited event book...

If the player can clear the level, it is naturally the best - he can check the player's perspective with administrator privileges, so as to observe what is happening in the dungeon. And he has been thinking recently, whether to turn on the live broadcast function... Initially, he can try it live in the forum.

It doesn't matter if the players can't clear the level.

Anyway, the degree of erosion is a kryptonite item in a sense for the player. It is directly equivalent to "Annan's favorability". If there are many deaths, the excess favorability can also be recovered.

——And the steady flow of people's heads can also prolong the retention time of this dungeon.

Apart from the fact that Bishop Darryl may be a little confused, surprised at how this nightmare cannot be purified, it is also a good thing for Annan.

After he has collected enough information from the player's wasteland reclamation group, he can end the game by himself and harvest a wave of levels and experience!

Suddenly, Annan saw that the skeleton that Gerald had turned into suddenly moved, struggled and shivered, and stretched his head towards Annan as hard as he could.

Although it was in a fantasy world, this supernatural scene still made the players jump, and it also scared Salvatore.

Annan delayed for half a beat, and also showed a frightened expression.

- Absolutely, why did this thing suddenly jump out?

almost didn't respond...

"An...Nan..."

In the throat of the white skeleton, an indistinct sound suddenly came out.

The sound is too vague and even leaks. Everyone else would probably think it was a pointless roar.

Only Annan realized that he was calling himself:

"An-nan-"

Then, the moment it stood up, it suddenly began to disintegrate from the knees, and shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye in the dust that burst from the bones.

It's like it's been rotten for a long, long time.

Among the ordinary broken bones that had completely lost the curse, an intact hammer was slanted obliquely on the ground.

"This is what a nightmare looks like when it's born."

Salvatore picked up the hammer and sighed. Somewhat disappointed.

He whispered: "Although the conditions of entry are unclear...but there is no doubt. The nightmare has been born.

"Belonging to... Gerald's nightmare."