Published at 27th of December 2023 4:32 am

Chapter 737: Power Of Unity

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After about five or six seconds of continuous strikes, Count Urie realized that hurling swords had little significance in defeating the Frost Tower.

So they no longer conjured swords from their surroundings but instead summoned bulky anchors, huge hammers, massive axes, and enormous spears resembling flathead screwdrivers.

Meanwhile, above the Frost Tower, a viscous and dense Black Fire poured down like torrential rain. It gradually seeped into the interior of the Frost Tower from the gaps at the top of the tower and the cracks created by the impact.

Four seconds later, next to Black Fire, several spheres with a white background and a golden honeycomb grid appeared again.

In the blink of an eye, they shed their shells and transformed into clusters of fireballs.

The moment the fireball was created, it ignited the Black Fire.

The thick fire 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 was already cracking in all directions.

Burning chunks of ice, resembling comets, fell to the ground.

Everyone inside scattered in all directions. Only Annan, Zoya, and Citalopram were still standing in the middle.

Annan looked up.

His blue and green pupils gradually shone brightly.

It was a brilliance as bright as starlight—[Brilliant Sword] was already charging its power.

He held a staff taller than himself, lifting it from the ground as if he were wielding a massive sword with one hand.

Behind him, Citalopram looked serious and closed her eyes.

A silver, crown-like sacred engraving emerged from her forehead.

She stood there, clasping her hands and fingers in front of her chest, and began a long and complex chant.

“I call upon the Bondless Princess, the Throat of Death who loves and is loved…”

Zoya joined her left index and middle fingers together and gripped them tightly with her right hand. Then, she pulled out a dazzling ice blade gleaming with a chilling light from between them.

The faint yellow mark of the clock was once again imprinted in her eyes. A red rune in the shape of a “巾” appeared on her forehead, and she looked around warily.

This was a Chaos Spell called “Perception”.

At the cost of increasing her erosion rate, Zoya significantly reduced her sense of time while enhancing her perception. The external manifestation was that objects near her and Annan would slow down by more than ten times, whether it was the “now” timeline or the “five seconds later” timeline.

There were many silver coins scattered at Annan’s feet.

The coins were thrown at Annan’s feet before the players dispersed.

However, Annan did not use these silver coins to launch any attack… Instead, he waited for Zorgen to strike first while charging his power.

Zorgen charged straight toward the mature woman with black hair and blue eyes.

Annan didn’t know if he had mistaken it, but there seemed to be a trace of anger in Zorgen.

Is he still the same person I know?

Zorgen, who had the power of shadow restraint, was perhaps the one whose combat effectiveness was most affected. However, even so, he still did not hesitate at all.

Zorgen opened both of his hands. Two frost hammers materialized, one in each hand.

It was a short-handled giant hammer with one end sharp and the other blunt, with a hammerhead thicker than a forearm. If an ordinary person were to use it, their balance would be unstable.

“[Courage]! [Victory]! [Glory]!”

He loudly chanted Frostwhisper, which humans couldn’t understand.

His muscles went bulging, and his body began to grow in size.

The slender, skeletal old man suddenly surged in presence and aura, transforming from an assassin-like figure into a knightly one. In that moment, all four counts simultaneously turned their gaze toward him.

A golden, crystal-like light spear was conjured in the air above him.

An iron wall with spikes appeared before Zorgen too.

Beneath Zorgen’s feet, the icy spikes he had previously conjured protruded from the ground. After witnessing it once, Count Urie had “replicated” this spell through curse energy.

After taking a brief second to create the entities, Count Urie launched the most threatening light spear, sending it at Zorgen at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

“[Robust]! [Smash]! [Sturdy]!”

Zorgen roared and swung his hammer violently.

Of course, he couldn’t destroy all the light spears.

A light spear pierced through his left shoulder and emerged from his right lower back. Another light spear passed through his heart from the front, and one more light spear pierced his neck and came out from his right armpit. These light spears were scorching hot. Upon contact with his body, they made a sizzling sound, much like meat being seared on a hot iron plate.

However, Zorgen seemed completely unfazed by it.

Frost and madness overflowed. The frost marks spreading from his feet completely froze the surrounding ground. A white chill seeped out of his skin.

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

With just one slam of his hammer, the iron wall was shattered.

Crack, crack, crack, crack—

Frost marks spread along the ground, wrapping the transparent barrier as well.

The woman with black hair and blue eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of shock and fear.

She began conjuring a fierce wind—a whirlwind carrying blades.

However, it was not effective.

Zorgen’s advance was unstoppable.

“[Noble]! [Loyalty]! [Pure]!”

There was no need to be concerned about the meaning as long as the chant wasn’t repeated.

He roared the words of Frostwhisper, which was enough to call out the power of “Winter Chanter”.

As the power of “winter” stacked, it caused the surrounding sounds to become silent.

Zorgen’s heavy hammer shattered the silence instantly.

However, the black-haired woman suddenly seemed delighted.

That was because this strike only left the “barrier” in front of her with numerous cracks but didn’t break her defense.

Using this attack as a reference, she would not be injured by the same attack again.

Only the sound of whooshing through the air was heard.

Several cards flew in with incomparable precision and were nailed to the cracks, changing color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“What’s this?”

She made a muffled dazed sound while wearing a respirator mask.

The next moment, there was an explosion.

The raging fire exploded the barrier from the inside out.

The golden color of creation on a white background appeared before her eyes again. However, before it could be revealed, Zorgen struck her head with a hammer!

The sound of broken neck bones was heard. Her head was smashed directly into the chest cavity.

The color of creation immediately dissipated. A certain substance that was originally transparent turned into variegated plaster.

However, she didn’t die immediately!

“This is [Death Chrysalis]. She is considered half dead.” Annan’s calm voice came from behind, “A Gold Rank transcender’s body? It’s not that easy to destroy.”

As he spoke, the much colder white frost traces than Zorgen’s suddenly appeared and enveloped the unprotected woman without warning.

—[Frost Arena].

The [Frost Arena] that was tripled in power by [Tyrant] instantly dyed the woman’s entire body pure white. She was imprisoned in it like an ice sculpture.

Zorgen didn’t hesitate.

He struck the target with his hammer again, shattering the solidified ice sculpture.

This time, there were no further obstacles in his attack.

It was the icy frost of utter destruction, cold enough to make the surface of any substance become brittle.

…In the game language …the enemy hit by Annan’s move would have its physical defense completely stripped away while being imprisoned.

Above Annan’s head, rain of burning Black Fire was pouring down.

Before they landed next to Annan, they were frozen by the [Frost Arena] and turned into black particles.

“There is no turning back, and there is no place to return.” Citalopram’s chant also ended here.

She did not hesitate to look at the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She reached out and dug out her own eyes and stabbed the dagger into her own heart.

For a Half-dead Enchantress, it was not a fatal injury.

Soon, her body became transparent.

It was a high-level divine art called [Journey of Hate and Love]. It was also a high-level curse.

The virtual image of the Pale Princess, whose face was blurred, appeared behind the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes.

However, the opponent was completely unaware.

Under the skirt of the Pale Princess, a silver-white chain penetrated the girl’s heart and sank into Citalopram’s heart.

As the chains were tightened, Citalopram’s spirit body was instantly pulled out — and submerged into the blonde girl’s body.

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

However, “she” took off her mask without thinking… and threw the equipment containing curse energy behind her to the Wandering Child.

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

As the pure white sickle slashed down, there were no wounds on the girl’s neck. However, she suddenly fell to the ground and lost her breathing and heartbeat instantly.

“What a move!” Wandering Child jumped up, took the equipment flying in the air, and praised loudly, “Sister Wen Xue, your Hamon… just leave it to me!”

He resolutely carried the jar behind him and put the mask on his face.

Less than half a minute had passed since the Frost Tower shattered.

Only two of the four enemies were left.

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