Chapter 4 Resurrection From the Dead

Annan was wrapped in frost, and he slammed it from the bottom to the top, stabbing the opponent's chin.

If this blow can hit, it should at least slow down his transformation...

These thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.

But soon, Annan was suddenly startled, and his footsteps stopped.

That's just an ordinary top pick.

He didn't even hit the enemy, the blade just brushed the tip of the opponent's nose—

But a faint frost streak slanted out from the tip of the blade and hit the young guard's right eye.

In a very short period of time, the frost marks spread on his head. The opponent's head was covered with a layer of white frost, and even the movement of turning his head and the twitching of the muscles on his face became stiff, and the skin was visibly cold.

That man's eyes were even more astonished than Annan's:

"...Frost Swordsmanship? You—"

Before the young guard could finish his words, his throat was covered with frost marks that spread.

After spreading through the heart, the traces of frost suddenly increased several times and spread directly to the whole body. The young guard fell backward hard, his face pale and bloodless, his eyelashes covered with frost, like a frozen corpse that had been frozen in ice and snow for a long time.

Even Annan was shocked by the power of his sword.

He just wanted to slow down...

- So I'm so strong?

"I have to experiment to see what the upper limit of Frost Sword Art is."

If this life can't complete the main quest in the dungeon, then at least you have to find someone to try your damage. Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to determine what level of enemy he can beat outside...

As the saying goes, if you can beat it, you will ripple, but if you can't beat it, you will run away. When someone pretends to be forceful, they must be a bit forceful to themselves so that they won't be counter-killed.

Annan quickly made up his mind and began to clean up the corpse in the room a little. No need to overdo it, just bury them in wine barrels.

Anyway, this is just a copy, as long as no one can see it at a glance when the room is opened.

After finishing his clothes again, Annan calmly walked out of the door and walked back along the same path.

When he returned to Don Juan's room again, he slowed down in advance.

After walking to the front of the door, Annan really heard someone flipping through things inside, and he didn't hide it at all.

"Look again, be careful!"

Klaus's deep voice came from the room: "That thing is a piece of paper, it could be anywhere—every book must be turned carefully! Go and see if there is anything in the bed!

"Also look for the ring and seal carefully! If you don't have any of them, you can't deliver it. If anyone dares to think, I will throw him into the Black Sea!"

delivery?

Annan frowned slightly.

He glanced at the taskbar.

[Find out the true identity of the betrayal] The (completed) mark has been silently marked on the back. But the latter two tasks have not been completed.

He didn't alert these people, but just stepped back slowly, preparing to go to the captain's room to take a look.

Before he came to the deck, he heard the clanging sound of swords clashing from the deck.

With just a brief listen, you can hear at least three groups of people fighting. That wizard doesn't know if it's a friend or an enemy... If it's a friend, he's probably out of luck now; if it's an enemy, then if he goes up now, he's going to be sending him off.

At this moment, there were hurried footsteps behind Annan.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind.

He has nowhere to go.

"Ha...has it been discovered?"

Annan laughed out loud: "It doesn't seem too stupid."

Live until dinner starts?

Don't let Don Juan Geraint drink poisoned wine?

He didn't intend to do either of those things at all.

Annan heard it clearly, and there is an extra reward for decryption. Then he's going to do, naturally, the best - he's going to make everything clear and get the best possible benefit.

He can't be resurrected outside. If he was cringing and not perfect in the dungeon that could be resurrected, how could he use his life to clear the more dangerous game outside?

Isn't this the simplest truth?

Annan no longer hesitated, kicked open the door of the deck, and climbed up.

As soon as he got on the deck and looked around, he saw the location of the captain's cabin.

Without hesitation, he ran towards it. When the two parties who were fighting on the ship saw him rushing out, they rushed to the captain's room without hesitation, and it was impossible to confirm which party he belonged to for a while.

But soon, someone on the side with more people reacted.

"Kill John!"

Someone shouted loudly: "Kill him if you want to live! He can't be persuaded to surrender!"

"You fart!"

Annan ran at a high speed, but not to be outdone, he said: "How do you know if you don't try!"

He threw the scabbard far away, facing the person who was trying to intercept him with a frost swordsmanship.

He slapped his sword on the opponent's blade, deflecting the opponent's slash. But at this time, the man let out a scream, and the long sword in his hand directly let go.

Annan knocked him away with a shoulder bump. The man didn't intend to stop Annan any more, he just stepped back holding his right hand and screaming.

I saw that the man's right hand was emitting a faint cold air, and the pale, bloodless left hand formed a sharp contrast with the bloody left hand.

And the long sword that he threw on the ground quickly frosted and fixed with the deck.

At this time, Annan finally rushed to the captain's room.

Exactly what he expected... There were only two people in the captain's room.

Or strictly speaking, a half-human.

Don Juan was tied up and hung in the corner, looking at Annan with a complicated expression.

And Benjamin, the "Silver Rank Wizard" in a robe, was already lying on the table. The silver ring on his right hand cracked, and countless tiny trembling eyeballs emerged from the gap. His own mouth was full of blood, his teeth and dishes were stained red, and the eyeballs of his eyes were white without distinguishing between pupils and irises, leaving nothing but pitch black.

"...John, are you from Archduke Winter?"

Don Huang asked Annan softly, with a complicated expression: "Are you also the nail that others arranged for me..."

Annan asked with great interest, "How did you know for sure?"

The young master didn't struggle, and he was basically mentally prepared for his fate.

He was silent for a while, and then answered Annan's question in a low voice:

"I see, you used frost swordsmanship. You have no rank, and you don't know witchcraft, but you can freeze others from the air, which only the frost swordsmanship of the Grand Duke of Winter can do. They will never pass this trick. For foreigners... and you are indeed from the Duchy of Winter."

He paused, then asked Annan again, "Did you also come to find the Book of the Heavenly Chariot? Archduke Winter has an idea for it too?"

"No no."

Annan replied casually, looking at the old wizard who was out of breath and not breathing much, and asked again, "What's wrong with Lord Benjamin? Is it poisoned?"

"He broke his own spell and was cursed back."

The young master replied quickly.

"What is a curse? What is an anti-curse?"

Annan asked.

Don Juan didn't struggle, just said in a low voice, "You'll know when you've entered the rank... Transcendents are not a beautiful thing."

"Talk more, talk more."

Annan closed the door and turned his head to urge.

Don Juan sighed, thinking that Annan had gone mad, so he fulfilled his wish and said everything he knew:

"Power comes at a price. In this world, all supernatural powers come from curses. For every power you carry, you have to bear the same curse... For example, every time your soul class rises, you have to bear a share. New Curse. Curse is everyone's biggest secret, every time you break a spell, you will suffer a pain, and if you violate all the spells, you will be reversed, and you will lose all your power temporarily.

"The two spells held by Lord Benjamin are 'can't eat squid' and 'can't refuse wine given by someone older than me'. I don't know where Klaus learned about his spell, so he Designed to kill Lord Benjamin with poisoned wine mixed with squid juice."

"How did you make sure I didn't enter the class?"

Annan frowned slightly.

If he doesn't understand this problem, he doesn't even dare to use frost swordsmanship...

This thing is ruthless, but it's a bit revealing. This move can only be used when no one notices unless it is used when the opponent will die.

- Of course, it doesn't matter in the copy.

When Tang Huang heard this, he looked at him strangely.

"...Isn't that common sense?"

He was a little confused and seemed suspicious of Annan's identity.

"Come on, it's just to adjust your mood. You have nowhere to go anyway, we all have to die together—"

Annan spoke quickly.

Tang Huang was stunned for a moment, looked at him carefully, and then looked at the bronze ring on his hand.

"...You really don't have any bronze jewelry on you?"

Don Juan himself was a little unsure: "Where did you keep your curse?"

"...That's it."

When Annan heard this, his heart suddenly lit up.

He glanced at Benjamin's broken silver ring, and then at Don Juan's bronze ring, and he had a general understanding in his heart.

The supernatural power of this world seems to be associated with the curse. And the curse needs a container to store... So is the silver tier below the bronze tier?

I see. That's why they are called "Bronze Rank" or "Silver Rank"... Is it the Gold Rank above?

Just then, the door to the captain's room was knocked open.

It was Klaus with a gloomy face who was blocking the door.

He looked at Annan and said nothing.

"You may not believe it, I have an iron crotch."

Annan said something to Don Juan casually, and without hesitation he launched a frontal attack on Claus.

The beginning is Wang Zhan - he directly used the frost sword technique with all his strength and slashed at the opponent's head!

But Don Juan's expression changed suddenly:

"Don't hit him from the front!"

"what?"

Annan was stunned for a moment, and the frost marks spread from his sword had already slashed on Klaus's chest.

But Klaus didn't dodge at all, just looked at Annan coldly without saying a word.

Annan suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He lowered his head and found that a touch of frost quickly spread throughout his body. But the frost just made his body stiff, and he didn't feel any destructive power.

"...Is it just ice of this strength? Ice that even an ordinary person can't freeze to death?"

Klaus spoke suddenly and sneered: "If this is frost swordsmanship, there will be ghosts."

He no longer hesitated, took a step forward, and chopped off Annan's head with a sword.

- The next moment, time goes back.

Annan had just fallen into darkness, but suddenly he felt that he was being pushed hard.

"...John? John, wake up!"

A rude male voice sounded in front of him: "Why did you fall asleep! Where is the young master?"