The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 72: A nightmare is born

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

   Only the frozen courtyard is left, and the Viscount’s mansion is still burning.

   Watching Annan stunned in place, staring at Gerald's corpse, there was no expression on his face, only the flames pulsed... Salvatore couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

   "Are you okay, Don Juan?"

   Seeing Annan like this, Salvatore began to regret it a bit.

   Don Juan Gerante is very talented, but he is only a child after all. And as Bishop Daryl said, this is not his hatred...

   Maybe, I should do it myself.

"……Ok?"

  Annan raised his head and looked at Salvatore blankly.

   Then Annan quickly reacted.

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

  The CPU usage is too high when I think about it. The application named "Overlay Acting" may not know why it stopped responding...

   So Annan shook his head slightly, a slightly solemn but resolute expression appeared on his face naturally: "No, I'm fine.

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

   This is indeed the truth.

   What he was thinking about was why he was so awesome.

   Probably.

   "...Well, then it's okay."

  Although he still felt something wrong, Salvatore realized that Annan didn't want him to interfere, so he stopped wisely.

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

   Salvatore thought so.

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

   He can see that Annan is very kind, rational, selfless and uphold justice-but for a qualified nobleman, this is not a good character. Can not save him from the catastrophe.

  ...But it doesn't matter.

   Salvatore thought in his heart.

  Because he is the chosen son of the black tower of this generation.

   All power in this world comes from curses. The Wizard Tower is no exception.

   In fact, every wizard tower is the most advanced curse.

   They are the most loyal curses and the most fickle.

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

   This is a blessing, but also 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 be changed, and the previous tower master will be released immediately. The stronger wizard became the new master of the tower.

  Some tower masters will exile or even kill talented young wizards in order to gain illusory immortality. But more tower masters desperately hope that someone can save themselves and give them freedom...

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

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

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

   At that time, it couldn’t be easier to shelter a son of an earl——

   Even the king will never try to offend the lord of the black tower.

   Switched to chemical faction, but the wizard best at large-scale wars. The Noah Kingdom needs to rely on these transformation wizards to defend against the invasion of the enemy country...not to mention the security issues within its own country after offending these big bombings.

   Transforming wizards is not as straightforward as destroying wizards. There is something wrong. But they may make a big news at any time...

   Salvatore has made up his mind.

As a price for taking away the curse and the curse, when he advances to Silver and officially becomes the son of the Black Tower, he will immediately bring a group of elite wizards to Frozen Water Harbor to protect his innocent and kind friend... …

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

   "According to the agreement, I will absorb his curse..."

   Salvatore said softly, and walked forward: "You remember to help me."

"it is good."

   Annan responded neatly.

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

   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, quickly melting Annan's ice.

   Annan looked around, and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

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

   But under this strange flame, the ice was transformed into black smoke and dust, thus disintegrating the ice.

   This black smoke seems to be similar to Benjamin’s transformational creation at a certain stage, but it skips part of it...

   While Annan was thinking about it, Salvatore quickly melted the ice, exposing Gerald's left hand.

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

   I saw Salvatore reach out and pick out the bronze necklace from his neckline, hold it with his left hand and press it with his right hand on Gerald's silver ring, chanting in a low voice:

   "I'm setting a curse here——

   "I will inherit the vow you made and bear the curse you carried..."

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

   This should be to guard against those players who have not left.

   I saw that the silver ring suddenly started to emit strange smoke.

The silver-gray smoke evaporates and quickly turns into a black eel-like beam in the air, and it continuously penetrates into Salvatore’s right hand. The black lines visible to the naked eye are on him. Underneath his skin floated, flowing under the skin like a bug, pouring into his left arm.

   Then, they exuded from the skin again, slowly entering the necklace in the form of silver-gray smoke.

After   , Salvatore suddenly seemed to be electrocuted, suddenly loosening the silver ring, and shaking his right hand nervously in the air.

  Annan noticed that the **** of his right hand that were pressing on the ring had turned blue-black. It swells like being hit by a hammer, and even wants to soak blood outwards.

   "Destroy him, Don Juan!"

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

   Annan did not hesitate, raised the boning knife and slashed over.

   He cut off the silver ring and his fingers obliquely with the first cut.

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

   Its flesh and blood, clothes, and the outer ice layer were quickly corroded, and in the blink of an eye, only a white skeleton remained.

"what is 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, just let it turn into a nightmare on its own, it shouldn't be too difficult to crack... After all, the curse has been half sucked away by me.

"Although I don’t know what Gerald’s obsession is, but I guess... Maybe it’s necessary to defeat Gerald in a dream who is fully prepared. You see how awkward he died, if it was me, die. I will definitely resent this 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 here. This incomplete curse will soon be purified. It will not be allowed to spread. "

   "...This is not in a hurry."

   An Nan's heart moved, and he shook his head without saying much. Just watched the nightmare intently generating in front of my eyes.

   His first reaction was:

   "Hey, do players have a new copy to play..."

   Then Annan quickly realized that this copy would be purified by Bishop Darryl soon. It's not as long as the copy of Frozen Water Harbor.

  It is a pity that it can only appear as a limited time event...

   If the player can pass the level, it is naturally best-he can check the player's perspective through the administrator's authority to observe what happened in the instance. And he is currently thinking about whether to turn on the live broadcast function...preliminarily, you can try live broadcast in the forum.

   Even if the players can't pass the level, it doesn't matter.

   Anyway, the erosion degree is a kind of krypton gold item for the player in a sense. It is directly equal to "Annan's Favorability Degree". If you die too much, you can just reclaim your excess favor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the steady flow of gifts can also prolong the retention time of this copy.

   Except that Bishop Daryl may be a little dazed, wondering how this nightmare can't be cleansed, it is also a good thing for Annan.

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

   Suddenly, Annan saw the bones that Gerald had turned into a sudden movement, struggling, shivering, and stretched his head to Annan.

  Although it was in a fantasy world, this supernatural scene still caught the players, and also frightened Salvatore.

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

  ——Absolutely, why did this thing jump out abruptly?

   almost didn't react...

   "Ann...South..."

   In the white skull's throat, there was a sudden vague sound.

   The voice is too vague, even leaking. I'm afraid everyone else will think this is a meaningless roar.

   Only Annan realized that it was shouting to himself:

   "Ann——South——"

   Then, at the moment it stood up, it suddenly disintegrated in pieces from its knees, and shattered to the ground in the blink of an eye in the dust burst from the bones.

   is like it has been decayed for a long, long time.

   Among the ordinary broken bones that have completely lost the curse in one place, an intact hammer slanted into the ground.

   "This is what it looked like when the nightmare was born."

   Salvatore picked up the hammer and sighed. Somewhat stunned.

   He whispered, "Although the conditions of entry are not clear...but there is no doubt. The nightmare has been born.

   "It belongs to... Gerald's nightmare."

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