Chapter 281 The Strength of Unity

After about five or six seconds of continuous blows.

The counts of Yuri began to realize that... projecting swords is of no significance for breaking the Frost Tower.

So they no longer created slender swords from around them—but heavy anchors, great hammers, great axes, and huge spears like flat-blade screwdrivers.

And above the Frost Tower, thick and dense black fire poured down like a torrential rain. From the gap at the top of the Frost Tower and the cracks that were knocked out, it gradually penetrated into the interior of the Frost Tower.

After about three or four seconds.

Beside the black fire, several spheres with a white background and a golden honeycomb grid appeared again.

They shed their shells in the blink of an eye and turned into balls of fire.

The moment the fireball was created, it ignited the black fire——

Viscous fire light flowed into the frost tower along the black fire. The interior of the translucent Frost Tower suddenly became brighter.

However, at this moment.

The Frost Tower has already collapsed in all directions.

The hard ice cubes burning with flames fell to the ground like comets.

And everyone inside spread out in all directions - only Annan, Zhuoya and citalopram were still standing in the middle.

Annan looked up.

His blue and green pupils gradually shone with light.

It was a star-like brilliance—[Brilliant Sword] was already accumulating power.

He held a scepter taller than himself and lifted it off the ground, as if holding a giant sword in one hand.

Behind him, citalopram looked serious and closed his eyes.

A silver, crown-like stigmata emerged from her forehead.

She stood where she was, clasped her hands and fingers in front of her chest, and began to chant a complex and lengthy chant:

"I beseech the unbound daughter, the lover by the throat of death who is loved..."

Zhuo Ya put the index finger and middle finger of her left hand together, and held them tightly with her right hand—afterwards, she pulled out an ice blade that shone with a dazzling cold light.

The faint yellow mark of the clock was imprinted on her eyes again, and a red rune resembling a "scarf" appeared on her forehead, and she looked around vigilantly.

This is a distortion spell called "Profane Perception."

At the cost of increasing self-corrosion, greatly reducing one's own sense of time and at the same time strengthening perception-the external performance, that is, those objects close to her and Annan will be slowed down by more than ten times, whether it is the "now" timeline or The "five seconds later" timeline.

There were many silver coins scattered under Annan's feet.

This was thrown at Annan's feet before the players dispersed.

He didn't use these silver coins to launch an attack... Instead, he was accumulating power while waiting for Zorgen to make the first move.

Zorgen went straight to the mature woman with black hair and blue eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion... Annan seemed to see a trace of anger from him.

...does he know that person?

Zorgen, whose shadow power has been completely banned, may be the one who has the greatest impact on combat power—but even so, he still has no hesitation.

I saw him open his hands—in his left and right hands, double hammers made of frost emerged respectively.

It was a short-handled hammer with a sharp end and a blunt end,

The hammer head alone is thicker than the forearm. If it is used by ordinary people, the center of gravity will be unstable.

"—[Courage]! [Victory]! [Glory]!"

In his mouth, he chanted frost language that humans could not understand.

The muscles on his body began to swell as if blown up, and his size suddenly began to grow.

The old man was as thin as a skeleton, and his aura and sense of presence suddenly increased—as if an assassin had instantly turned into a knight. At this moment, the four earls cast their eyes on him at the same time.

A golden, glass-like spear of light appeared in the air above his head.

An iron wall with spikes loomed in front of him.

Under his feet, there are ice thorns that he made before protruding from the ground - after seeing it once, Count Yuri "learned" this spell with incantation.

After the creation time of more than one second was over, the most threatening light spear fell quickly, flying towards Zorgen at a speed undetectable to the naked eye.

"[Strong]! [Broken]! [Sturdy]!"

He growled and swung his hammer violently.

Of course he couldn't smash all the spears.

A spear pierced through his left shoulder and pierced out from his right back waist, a spear pierced his heart from the front, and a spear pierced his neck and pierced out from his right armpit. These spears were extremely hot, and when they touched the body, they made a hissing sound—like meat being roasted on an iron plate.

But he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Frost and madness overflowed—the frost marks spreading from his feet, completely freezing the surrounding ground. The overflowing white chill soaked from his skin.

This made him look like he was emitting a lot of white smoke.

With just one hammer, the iron wall was shattered.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka——

Frost marks spread against the ground, covering the transparent egg shell as well.

The black-haired and blue-eyed woman couldn't help showing a hint of shock and fear on her face.

She began to create a gale—a gale with blades.

However it is of no use.

Zorgen's advance was unstoppable.

"—[Noble]! [Loyalty]! [Purity]!"

Don't worry about the specific meaning, just don't repeat it.

He roared the words of Frost Whisper, enough to summon the power of "Winter Winger".

The continuously superimposed power of "Winter" made the surrounding sounds start to become silent.

And his heavy hammer—shattered the silence in an instant.

But the black-haired woman was suddenly delighted.

Because this blow only cracked the "eggshell" in front of her. But it didn't completely penetrate her defense.

And using this attack as a template, she will not be hurt by the same attack again——

Only the sound of whooshing and breaking through the air was heard.

A few cards flew over with incomparable precision, nailed to the crack, and changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"……what is this?"

She was wearing a breathing mask and muffled in a daze.

The next moment, an explosion sounded.

The raging fire shattered the glass cover from the inside out.

The color of the creation of the golden grid on a white background emerged from her eyes again...but before it could be revealed, Zorgen smashed her head with a hammer!

There was a sound of broken neck bones—her head was smashed directly into the chest cavity.

The color of creation suddenly dissipated. A certain substance that was originally transparent has turned into mottled plaster.

But she did not die immediately!

"This is [Chrysalis of Death], it's half dead."

Annan's calm voice came from behind: "The body of a golden-rank transcendent is naturally not so easy to destroy..."

Follow his words.

The white frost marks, which were far colder than Zorgen, covered the defenseless woman without warning.

— Frost-covered force field.

The Frost Covered Stand, whose power was tripled by 【Tyrant】, instantly dyed the woman pure white. She was imprisoned in it like an ice sculpture.

Sorgen didn't hesitate.

He dropped the hammer again, directly crushing the solidified ice sculpture——

This time there were no obstacles.

It was an extremely cold frost that destroyed everything, a cold air that could make the surface of any material brittle.

…In the language of the game, the physical defenses of the enemies hit by Annan's move will be completely stripped during the imprisonment.

Above Annan's head, there was a rain of burning black fire pouring down.

But before they landed beside Annan, they were frozen by the [Frost Field] and turned into black particles.

"...There is no turning back, and nowhere to go."

The chant of citalopram also ends here.

She looked at the blond-haired and blue-eyed young girl without hesitation, stretched out her hand to gouge out her own eyes, and stabbed the dagger into her heart.

For the half-dead daughter, this is not a fatal injury.

But her whole body instantly became transparent——

It was a high-level divine art called [Journey of Hate and Love]. At the same time, it is also a high-ranking curse technique...

All I saw was a blurred, pale virtual image of the princess, appearing behind the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes.

But the other party didn't notice it at all.

Under the pale princess's skirt, a silver-white chain penetrated the girl's heart, but did not enter the heart of citalopram.

As the chains were tightened, the spirit body of citalopram was instantly pulled out—and submerged into the body of the blond girl.

Her pupils lost their focus for a moment, and then returned to their highlights.

But "she" took off her mask without thinking...and threw the equipment with spell energy behind her directly to the homeless child.

At this time, the virtual image of Princess Pale had already cut off the sickle in her hand.

With the pure white sickle cut down.

There was no scar on the girl's neck, but she suddenly fell to the ground and lost her breathing and heartbeat instantly.

"It's a good move to seal the ghouls!"

The homeless child jumped up, took over the equipment flying from the sky, and praised loudly: "Sister Wenwen, your ripples... just leave it to me!"

He resolutely - carried the jar behind his back.

And put the mask on his face.

Less than half a minute has passed since the Tower of Frost was shattered.

——There were only two of the four enemies left.