Chapter 453 Annan's Sublime Fake

In just a split second, Annan was approaching Bernardino.

The moment he swung his sword, the surrounding sky seemed to suddenly light up.

That is undoubtedly an illusion.

When Annan approached Bernardino less than five meters, he suddenly felt an unprecedented huge resistance.

He rushed forward two steps with inertia, and this invisible resistance became stronger and stronger.

It's like being swallowed up by transparent glue.

Annan felt a very strong pressure from his chest - just for a moment, his body was completely stagnant, and even breathing became very difficult.

His movements became extremely slow... Annan even felt that the bones of his right arm were creaking and shattering.

Annan realized - this seems to be some kind of strong defensive enchantment, or the restriction and confinement of the individual.

It's not the spell style of the incapacitated school... it's more like the school of edicts or the school of idols.

But the next moment, Annan noticed.

At the moment when his movements were suddenly restrained by some invisible force.

The boning knife thrown behind him passed through Annan's armpit with unabated speed and pierced straight into Bernardino's right shoulder!

... only forbidding himself, but not forbidding the boning knife?

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing this detail.

After the boning knife pierced into Bernardino's body, it shattered and turned into nothingness, and when it burst, the wound was further expanded. The viscous, hot, and unusually bright red liquid immediately slid from Bernardino. Nuo's wounds flowed down.

The huge impact made Bernardino swayed for a while, and he was staggered by the boning knife and almost fell.

"...Annan?"

But Bernardino didn't exhale—it was like he didn't feel any pain at all. He frowned and looked back with a complicated expression: "Did you come at this time..."

He did not immediately attack Annan.

At this time, Annan simply gave up the idea of ​​continuing to move forward.

He didn't recognize what spell he was bound by.

At this point, the best thing to do is to get out first.

Annan jumped, clinging to the ground and jumping backwards.

During the confrontation just now, the bones of his right arm had already produced tiny cracks, his muscles were also strained, and the entire right arm swelled abnormally rapidly.

Annan immediately checked his health.

88%.

Although the most important right arm was injured, the health value did not drop a lot...

Annan quickly backed away, took out a powerful healing potion from his bag, bit off the plug, and put it in his mouth.

In addition, he also took out the Sage's Stone at the same time.

... I still have to use the Sage's Stone, otherwise I won't even have the power to fight Bernardino.

If the Golden Rank hasn't arrived... I can't even see where the Golden Rank spirit body guarding Bernardino is and when it will attack him.

Without hesitation, Annan injected the Sage's Stone into his heart.

He originally planned to drag it out and wait for the player to come over.

Now it seems that it may not be able to catch up.

"It's actually a sage's stone."

Seeing Annan's actions, Bernardino smiled slightly and said in a pretentious tone: "You actually want to defeat me through the Sage's Stone—"

"you are wrong."

Annan denied it.

"I didn't intend to use the Sage's Stone to defeat you."

"then you--"

"I want to use the power of the Sage's Stone to give us a fair fight."

Annan said slowly, word by word: "Then...

"With my own power, I will kill you."

He felt a strong heartbeat.

Even the eardrums are pumping to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

A strange force made the blood in his whole body become restless.

It was the burning sensation that the blood started to boil.

Not pain.

like on a winter night,

As if huddled in a warm blanket... It was so warm that it was almost sleepy.

The runes shining with golden light flowed from his heart and quickly spread throughout his body.

Wrists, shoulders, chest, abdomen, back, cheeks, forehead, legs...

[The level is rising, the current level is 26]

[Level up, current level 31]

The subtitles flowed through at a very fast pace and eventually slowed to a halt:

[The level is rising, the current level is 48]

[In extracting elements——]

[Bloodline Element: Frost (100%)]

[Soul elements: radiance (100%), wisdom (45%), glory (10%), beauty (13%), strictness (6%)]

Just had time to swipe through.

Annan can judge... Compared with the last time, his level and the extraction of the elements are better than the last time.

Level 48...the limit state of the truth level, it should be level 50.

Does the Sage Stone really have this kind of power?

Or... is it just me that's special?

Such doubts flashed through Annan's mind.

A strong glow rose from his mind - in Annan's eyes, the whole world became brighter.

[Element Manifestation: Frost, Radiance]

【Perfect manifestation】

【The truth is manifesting—】

【Book of the Sky Train 3/6】

[Available truths: the undead, the way to rise and change, the number of beasts]

Annan suddenly exhaled a cold breath.

This time, his clothes were not completely torn by that force.

But there were also tattered "cracks".

Behind Annan, a pair of wings were pierced from his shoulders and waist.

A pair raised their fingers to the sky.

A pair of drooping shades.

Those runes have also "opened their eyes".

This time, there is a subtle difference from the previous transformation.

Not only had the number of eyes doubled to eighty - all eyes had become silver vertical pupils.

And between the eyes, there are also more traces of silver, connecting them to each other.

Even the short sword in Annan's hand has an extra eye on its sword.

... Ah, I see.

Annan said silently.

Whether it's Denton's spirit body...or the man he's never seen before.

Or in the void, the black clay figurines that were madly beating and slaughtering and the half-body monsters with crimson flames, hands like canine heads like eagles, and straight backs.

——That is the noble fake of the two of them.

All seen.

The strong and weak relationship between the two, the remaining power, the essence of the black tower, the essence of the elements of both sides...

Even if I haven't opened my eyes... I "see" it.

Although it is still vague and the information is incomplete, Annan did receive real information with the help of his eyes.

...Three minutes is enough.

Really have a chance to win-

The moment Annan opened his eyes again, the sky was completely obscured by the dark clouds that were drawn out of thin air.

Whether it is sunlight, moonlight or starlight.

In front of Annan, everything became dim.

Even the blazing fire above the black tower dimmed at least three times.

The only bright light source between heaven and earth is Annan.

And his own pupils were completely transformed into silver, emotionless vertical pupils.

His silver hair was windless and fluttered backwards.

"Bernardino..."

Annan's mouth didn't move: "Do you want to escape your destiny?"

An extremely ethereal voice sounded out of thin air between heaven and earth.

As if instinctively felt threatened.

The black, oil-like bust tried to return from the battlefield ahead.

His sublime avatar was much better than the last time Annan saw him.

No longer completely blurred, half-human silhouettes.

The outline of the facial features and the muscles on the body can be seen faintly, and it has even been pulled up from the chest to the waist. Compared with the half-human, half-eagle, half-dog monster that was burning with flames and couldn't see anything in the Tower of Hugo, it was obviously better.

But at this moment, Hugo's sublime avatar suddenly hugged Bernardino's sublime avatar as if he realized something.

The next moment, the pouring icy rain crashed down!

The white ice fog condensed and linked into many dense thorns on the burning black tower, completely surrounding Bernardino's body.

The white ice fog composed of countless sharp ice crystals completely covered the top of the black tower.

And behind Annan.

A faucet that shines from the inside out and is composed of ice, like a work of art, is silently generated in the ice fog.

It flew in the fog and bit Bernardino!

(End of this chapter)