After about five or six seconds of continuous blowing.
Counts Yuri began to realize... that projecting swords was of little significance in defeating the Frost Tower.
So they no longer created slender swords from around them - instead they created heavy anchors, giant hammers, huge axes, and huge spears that looked like flat-blade screwdrivers.
And above the Frost Tower, thick and dense black fire poured down like a torrential rain. From the gap at the top of the Frost Tower and the cracks that were knocked out, it gradually penetrated into the interior of the Frost Tower.
After about three or four seconds.
Next to the black fire, several spheres with a white background and a golden honeycomb grid appeared again.
They shed their shells in the blink of an eye and turned into balls of fire.
The moment the fireball was created, it ignited the black fire——
The thick firelight flowed into the interior of the frost tower along the black fire. The interior of the translucent frost tower suddenly became brighter.
However, at this moment.
The frost tower is already cracking in all directions.
The hard ice burning with flames fell to the ground like a comet.
And everyone inside dispersed in all directions - only Annan, Zoya and Citalopram were still standing in the middle.
Annan raised his head.
His blue and green pupils gradually shone with light.
It was as bright as starlight - the [Brilliant Sword] was already accumulating power.
He held a scepter that was taller than himself and raised it off the ground, just like holding a giant sword with one hand.
Behind him, Citalopram looked serious and closed his eyes.
A silver, crown-like holy mark emerged from her forehead.
She stood there, clasping her hands and fingers in front of her chest, and began to chant complexly and long:
"I beg you to be the daughter of the Uncensored. The lover will follow the death throat of the loved one..."
Zhuo Ya put her left index finger and middle finger together and held them tightly with her right hand - then she pulled out an ice blade that shone with dazzling cold light.
The dim yellow mark of the clock was once again imprinted in her eyes, and a red rune similar to a "kerchief" appeared on her forehead, and she looked around vigilantly.
This is a twisted spell called "Profane Sense".
At the expense of increasing her own corrosiveness, she greatly reduces her own sense of time and at the same time strengthens her perception - the external manifestation is that objects approaching her and Annan will be slowed down by more than ten times, whether it is the "now" timeline or
"Five seconds later" timeline.
Under Annan's feet, many silver coins were scattered.
This was thrown at Annan's feet before the players dispersed.
He did not use these silver coins to launch an attack... but was accumulating power while waiting for Zolgen to take action first.
Zolgen ran straight towards the mature woman with black hair and blue eyes.
I don't know if it was an illusion... Annan seemed to see a trace of anger in him.
…Does he know that person?
Zolgen, whose power of shadow was completely blocked, was perhaps the one with the greatest impact on his combat effectiveness - but even so, he still did not hesitate at all.
I saw him opening his hands - in his left hand and right hand, two hammers made of frost appeared respectively.
It was a short-handled giant hammer with a sharp end and a blunt end. The head of the hammer alone was thicker than a forearm. If an ordinary person used it, the center of gravity would be unstable.
"——[Courage]! [Victory]! [Glory]!"
He chanted frost words loudly in his mouth that humans could not understand.
The muscles on his body began to expand as if they were blowing, and his body suddenly began to grow larger.
The slender, skeleton-like old man's aura and presence suddenly increased - like an assassin turning into a knight in an instant. At this moment, the four counts turned their attention to him at the same time.
A golden, glass-like spear of light appeared in the air above his head.
An iron wall with spikes appeared in front of him.
Under his feet, there were ice thorns he had created before piercing out of the ground - after seeing them once, Count Yuri "learned" this spell with his magic power.
After the creation time of about one second ended, the most threatening light spear quickly fell down and flew towards Zolgen at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.
"[Strong]! [Broken]! [Strong]!"
He roared and swung his hammer vigorously.
Of course he couldn't destroy all the light spears.
A light spear penetrated his left shoulder and came out from his right lower back. A light spear penetrated his heart from the front. A light spear penetrated his neck and came out from his right armpit. These light spears were extremely hot when they came into contact.
After it reaches the body, it makes a hissing sound - like meat being grilled on an iron plate.
But he seemed completely unaware.
Frost and madness overflowed - the frost marks spread out from under his feet, completely freezing the surrounding ground. Overflowing white cold air leached from his skin.
This made him look like he was emitting a lot of white smoke.
With just one hammer, the iron wall was shattered.
Click, click, click, click—
Frost marks spread along the ground, wrapping the transparent egg shell as well.
The woman with black hair and blue eyes couldn't help but show a hint of shock and fear on her face.
She began to create strong winds - strong winds that carried the blade.
However it has no use.
Zolgen's progress is unstoppable.
"——[Noble]! [Loyalty]! [Pure]!"
There is no need to worry about the specific meaning, as long as it is not repeated.
The words he roared out in the language of frost were enough to summon the power of the "Winter Winger".
The continuously superimposed power of "winter" caused the surrounding sounds to become silent.
And his heavy hammer shattered the silence instantly.
But the black-haired woman suddenly became happy.
Because this blow only cracked the "eggshell" in front of her. It did not completely penetrate her defense.
And using this attack as a template, she will not be hurt by the same attack again——
Only the sound of whooshing through the air was heard.
Several cards flew over with incomparable precision and were nailed to the cracks, changing color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"……What's this?"
She was wearing a respirator mask and made a muffled dazed sound.
The next moment, there was an explosion.
The raging fire shattered the glass cover from the inside out.
The color of creation with a white background and gold patterns appeared in front of her eyes again... But before it could be revealed, Zolgen hit 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 suddenly dissipated. A certain substance that was originally transparent turned into variegated plaster.
But she didn't die immediately!
"This is the [Chrysalis of Death], which is considered half a dead person."
Annan's calm voice came from behind: "The body of a gold-level transcendent is naturally not that easy to destroy..."
Follow his words.
White frost marks, far colder than Zolgen, covered the unprotected woman's body without any warning.
——Frost cover force field.
The frost-covered stance, which was tripled in power by [Tyrant], instantly dyed the woman's entire body pure white. She was imprisoned in it like an ice sculpture.
Jolgen didn't hesitate.
He dropped the hammer again, directly shattering the solidified ice sculpture——
This time I didn't encounter any obstacles again.
It was an extremely cold frost that destroyed all things, a cold enough to make the surface of any material brittle.
...In game language, the enemy hit by Annan's move will have its physical defense completely stripped away while being imprisoned.
Above Annan's head, a rain of burning black fire was pouring down.
But before they landed next to Annan, they were frozen by the [Frost Covering Force Field] and turned into black particles.
"...There is no turning back, and there is no place to return."
The chanting of Citalopram also ends here.
She did not hesitate to look at the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes, reached out and dug out her own eyes, and stabbed the dagger into her heart.
For the half-dead daughter, this was not a fatal injury.
But her whole person suddenly became transparent——
That is a high-level divine spell called [Journey of Hatred and Love]. It is also a high-level curse spell...
Only the virtual image of the pale princess with a blurred face appeared behind the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes.
But the other party didn't notice it at all.
Under the pale princess's skirt, a silver-white chain penetrated the girl's heart and sank into Citalopran'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 regained their brightness.
But "she" took off her mask without thinking...and threw the equipment containing magic energy behind her directly to the wandering child.
At this moment, the virtual image of the pale princess had already chopped off the sickle in her hand.
As the pure white sickle chopped down.
There were no wounds on the girl's neck, but she suddenly fell to the ground and lost her breathing and heartbeat instantly.
"What a move to seal away all the zombies!"
The wandering child jumped up, took the equipment flying from the air, and praised loudly: "Sister Wenwen, leave your ripples to me!"
He resolutely carried the jar behind him.
And put the mask on his face.
Less than half a minute has passed since the Frost Tower shattered.