Chapter 436 Awakened Demon Spirit

The phantom tentatively named "Nicholas II" is unconvincing.

—Annan has already understood this matter.

The more he talked, the deeper Annan's "understanding" of him became.

That is a soul so arrogant that there is no cure.

He couldn't bear the "ignorance" and "not seeking to make progress" of his classmates and mentors, so he vowed to become the tower master of the Jade Tower, so as to control the "taboo refining" ability that can only be mastered by the golden rank.

He couldn't bear those superiors who seemed to him to be hopelessly stupid but held power and wealth, so he created "awakened ones" capable of destroying human civilization, trying to obtain those powers by himself.

...From the very beginning, what he disliked was not those nobles who squandered "power" at will, but questioned, "Why is that power not in his own hands?"

Extreme elitism.

In his eyes, he is the only one who can become an "elite", and the others are fools who can't walk together.

He does have a talent that is unparalleled in the world... Even the gods must rely on his wisdom.

And this thought body believes that its own existence is a "necessity" for this world.

Since it is a necessity, it naturally has a higher status than a "non-essential" - so he takes it for granted that he regards himself as a more important existence than anything else.

From this point of view, the degree of distortion of this phantom is even far stronger than his body.

At least when "Nicholas" was studying artificial humans back then, he knew it was not a good thing and needed to study it in hiding... But now, he has dared to speak out his distorted and extreme thoughts openly and regarded them as the truth .

Therefore, Annan was unable to convince him. There is no need to persuade him at all.

"Someone taught me before...to kill someone with a heart."

Annan said softly, clenched the scepter in his hand.

The long pure white hair behind him shone like electricity—it became extremely bright and fluttered automatically without wind.

His triple-echoed whisper seemed to come from heaven.

"Then let me prove one thing—

"The talent you are proud of...is nothing more than that."

Following Annan's words fell.

Frost marks spread outward suddenly——the dark green dense forest full of natural atmosphere in Blood Butterfly Valley was covered by pure white frost marks in the blink of an eye.

That is 【Words of Frost and Cold】.

Among the three echoes of Annan, one of them is always narrating in "Frost Language". Therefore, Annan's "telling" itself is a kind of attack without trace.

When the frost marks spread, Nicholas II's hair was also covered by the frost marks.

But at this moment, the frosty air had silently flooded his lungs along with his breathing. His blood flow was drastically reduced and ice had grown on his joints.

Nicholas II has lowered his head since the end of the conversation, and did not meet Annan's pupils—in order to avoid the many techniques of the disability school.

This is a spell from the "Silencer" school.

Although what Annan has mastered is only the "sloth eye" as the basis.

"—【All Diseases Can't Invade】!"

In the voice of Nicholas II,

Filled with majesty: "【Unwavering】!"

The restraining force of the double edict fell on his body at the same time, and the ice that almost froze his lungs was instantly disintegrated.

"lily……"

Nicholas II began to chant in a low voice, ready to transform.

Or to put it another way...began to carry out "taboo refinement".

Just like the seniors and seniors in the past resonate and cast spells, trying to replace an area with the inside of the sun.

Although Annan has 100% depth of the "brilliance" element, he has not reached the golden level and has not mastered the element after all. If thrown into the middle of the sun, even Annan would be burned to death in an instant.

——But since we already know, what ability will the other party use.

Annan did not give Nicholas II a chance to chant.

As the sound suddenly became stagnant, the resistance in the air increased significantly, and ice shards emerged in the air...

The frost-covered force field tripled by the "Three Sirens" instantly froze Nicholas II into an ice sculpture!

Even if it is only for a short moment, the power of the curse of [Unwavering] will break the ice.

But just this little time gained has already interrupted Nicholas II's first chant.

And at the same time he got out of trouble, an extremely cold rainstorm had already begun to fall in the sky. Under the freezing of the white frost surrounding Annan, the torrential rain called by "Minds Like Rain" turned into an extremely thick blizzard before it hit the ground.

——This is a form that "mind is like rain" has never had.

This blizzard even reminds people of the wilderness of the Dukedom of Winter.

The thickness of the frost and snow alone is enough to block the field of vision, and the snowflakes are so sharp that they can cut the eyeballs and scratch the skin. The extremely cold air froze the limbs stiff before the blizzard hit the ground.

In the blizzard, Annan, who was dressed in pure white, with long white hair and skin as white as snow, was like a white fox in the snow, disappearing after jumping up.

There is no doubt that this is Annan's ability to fight against "taboo refining".

If Nicholas II does not want to die with Annan, "Taboo Refining" must take an object. The inability to select Annan as the target of the spell means that he can only use the command spell that uses sound as the medium.

——It’s just a Bronze-rank soul-snatching spell.

It's even an "extra drop" that Annan obtained from the dungeon.

Paired with "Words of Frost and Cold", it is enough to create a home field in this dense forest-the basic effect of the rain of thoughts is to perceive the positions of all creatures and buildings in the "rain".

It's like sonar.

In Annan's mind, the position of "blocking the snow" became extremely clear.

But Nicholas II did not panic.

He quickly understood what kind of spell this was.

Immediately, he continued to chant spells on the spot:

"Crown of lilies. A little. A little."

The very short chant was completed in one go.

The black headless monster crouching on the ground behind him seemed to have come to life, and suddenly stood up - just took three steps, and walked near the machine with Philip's head.

It tore the jar containing Philip's head out of the instrument.

Afterwards, he pressed the jar forcefully against the metal shell that sealed the blood butterfly around his neck.

——To use an analogy, it's like putting a bucket into a top-mounted drinking fountain with spikes.

The spikes burst the jar containing Philip's head, and the liquid inside flowed downward under the pressure. And the red silk threads like silkworms climbed up Philip's neck and penetrated into his skull.

Although Philip is considered a relatively fat type.

But compared to the giant baboon monster, his head is ridiculously small. In terms of proportion, it's like pressing a fist-sized cat's head on a human's neck...