The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 440: Sacred Fire

The Purest Spiritual Medium’s invasion of the Royal Palace left behind twelve unscarred Silver Rank transcenders’ corpses;

At the same time, Kafni just happened to finish her craft on [Curse Vessel: Light-concealing Ice Cube] for Annan;

Annan had acquired Frostwhisper’s unique Silver Rank spell [Frost Tower] too;

Also, Annan possessed Old Grandmother’s real name to substitute the requirement of [Advanced Influence in the Frost Realm].

In addition, Annan learned from “The Eighth Analects On the Sunray” not long ago that Mr. Ray’s real name was Baldr.

With those conditions met, Annan’s preparation for the ritual [Chill of the Winter Sun] was coming to an end. If Annan acquires either “Blizzard Weather”, “Hailstorm Weather”, or “Heavy Rain Weather”, he could initiate the ritual.

At the same time, the ritual would operate at its optimum capacity.

Annan was confident that there were very few of [Frostwhisper] or [Winter’s Hand] who could acquire a near-perfect “Chill of the Winter Sun” in Silver Rank like him.

Annan had already invested a lump sum of 150 order mana points last night, which was also the night Henry VIII died. He made a thirty-meter-high “Frost Tower” in the backyard of the Geraint family with immutable ice.

Indeed, the tower was imposing and mountainous.

It could be categorized into three layers.

Annan had already sent the crew to transport the dead bodies to the third floor, which was closest to the sky.

The order mana value would be fully restored in the early morning of each day. If Annan wanted to, he would build a tower as high as 40 meters, but that was pointless.

After all, Annan’s only goal was to capitalize on the temperature up there.

If it weren’t for the concern of lining up the corpses, a height of 90 meters would suffice.

However, the entity could not be addressed as a tower at that height.

As Annan realized, its area seemed to be fixed. Or perhaps other elements were limiting it.

The tower was 22 yards in diameter.

This happened to be Annan’s [Frostwhisper] level of profession.

In other words, if Annan invested 50 mana points to it, what he had summoned could not satisfy the condition of being a [Frost Tower] at all.

It would be 20 meters in diameter and less than 10 meters in height.

At best, it was more like a frosted casserole pot.

Because of this, Annan realized that ordinary Frostwhisper could hardly use this skill.

After all, Annan’s mana value was quadrupled to them.

Either the candidates were elves having order mana values like Annan, or they had to amplify their magic through rituals.

That said, the magic involved was a Chanted Spell.

It was necessary to conform with the Ritual Spell’s benchmarks to have a proper result.

An inferior version of Frost Tower would falter in its sturdiness and aesthetic value. It could only be used as a portable fortress to defend against stray arrows and fireballs.

But Annan did not want to put his tower in the Crow’s residence either.

This was entirely a spell that could be used as a portable base and storage warehouse.

Instead, Annan only wanted to observe at a safe place what this “Frost Tower” was and what its internal structure was like.

Also, how strong of an attack the tower could resist.

It seemed Annan was quite satisfied with the experimental results.

The tester was the Paper Princess.

She simulated an attack equivalent to a single blow from the Silver Rank Destruction Wizard, and the Frost Tower was barely damaged. Then, She simulated a slash equivalent to a single blow from the Gold Rank swordsman. Unsurprisingly, the Frost Tower was cut.

However, the sword energy only cut through one side of the wall. It could not penetrate and escape on the opposite side. Instead, the tower was left with a scar about 4 centimeters deep on the opposite side.

This meant that after the attack passed through the Frost Tower, the attack power of a “Gold Ranker” would be reduced to Silver Rank level.

Of course, the attack of the Gold Rank Destruction Wizard would not apply in this situation.

In terms of damage output alone, the Destruction Wizard would outperform the other transcenders since that was their specialization.

Since the Gold Rank swordsman could sever the wall of Frost Tower under a single slash, one blow from the Gold Rank Destruction Wizard was enough to decimate the tower directly.

“But, this funeral happens too fast.” Salvatore whispered to Annan, “The king just passed away yesterday, and the funeral is immediately held today?”

Salvatore and Annan were in formal attire. They sat on a bench by the Silver Sire Fountain.

He wore a unique outfit dedicated to Black Tower’s Son — a long, solid black cape with a high stand-up collar that looked like Lelouch’s [1].

Annan put on the outfit, [Silver Sire’s Favorite]. It was a white robe with texture and material like a veil. Although it did not look formal, anyone who recognized the outfit would know what it signified.

There was no outfit more solemn than this.

It happened that those outfits were in black and white. Thus, it would not pose any etiquette problems at the funeral.

“Even though the king died yesterday, the actual statement is that Henry VIII has been in a state of critical illness for a long time.”

This funeral was probably prepared for a long time.

Annan sneered, “It seems they are in a hurry.”

It now appeared that it was not just about Prince Philip.

Even Princess Royal Elizabeth was probably looking forward to her father’s death.

“Eh…” At this moment, Salvatore felt his heart twitch.

He had a vague feeling of unease.

He looked around, then to the southwest.

He could see a raging fire in the sky over there.

The scorching fire and smoke formed a column that penetrated the sky.

Salvatore stared intensely at the fire, his brows furrowing.

“What’s wrong?” Annan realized something and turned to look at Salvatore.

“That seems to be in the direction of Black Tower.” Salvatore murmured, “Did something happen to Black Tower?”

“The tower master is still there. Since there is a tower master in charge, what can go wrong?” Annan replied casually.

However, at this moment, a clear voice sounded beside Annan, “There is indeed an incident at Swamp’s Black Tower.”

Annan turned around and looked at the man who sat beside him. The man had a slender face, curly hair in the middle, and a monocle, complimented with a bright and sunny smile.

Initially, the bench could only fit two people. However, it became a little crowded when three people sat on it. In other words, Annan was small and thin, so he leaned toward Salvatore, barely able to have a seat.

“Pardon me… What happened to Black Tower?” Annan asked in the shoe of Salvatore.

After all, the being he was asking was an upright deity.

Although Salvatore was the son of the tower, he had not succeeded it. Facing the Silver Sire, Annan had more say than Salvatore.

In the past, the seniors took care of him quite well.

Since something happened at Salvatore’s side, it was time for Annan to help.

Silver Sire glanced at Annan and Salvatore, who looked a little urgent.

“In fact, Swamp’s Black Tower is already on the verge of destruction.” He said slowly, “Except for you, Von Hohenheim and Longjing Tea.

“Maybe all Black Tower’s wizards studying there are dead.”

Salvatore’s pupils suddenly tightened.

He skipped the pleasantries; he immediately put his hand on Annan’s leg and leaned his upper body toward Silver Sire, “Please tell me more. What happened? How can I help?”

“‘The Purest Spiritual Medium’ Bernardino is trying to complete [the Creation feat], further perfecting his [Sublime Avatar]. In doing so, he must get the [Sacred Fire].”

The Silver Sire said slowly, “You should know what the [Sacred Fire] is, right?”

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