When Annan uttered the first keyword, Benjamin’s pupils shrank slightly, yet he maintained his composure. And the mont Annan said the second word, Benjamin’s right hand trembled slightly.
Annan felt a faint transparent barrier enveloping him.
And Claus’s hearing was not so poor either.
At such a close distance, he naturally heard Annan’s words, but he didn’t quite understand their aning.
However, the instant he saw Benjamin’s movent, he belatedly realized.
— This might be the password set by Benjamin for finding himself within the nightmare!
In other words...
He was in the midst of a nightmare!
He was instantly enraged, realizing he had been deceived.
... But that information, indeed, could only be known by followers of the Skeleton Lord, right?
Did that an that after... the Skeleton Lord and the Rotting Husband had officially declared war?
He felt sowhat bewildered.
But he no longer hesitated.
Claus drew his sword; the silver guard of his long sword began to shine brightly.
He took a slight breath at his spot and then swung his sword at Annan with all his might—
A sharp white wave of energy howled toward Annan, seemingly ready to cut him in half at the waist!
It even sliced directly through the tabletop.
In the blink of an eye, it reached Annan, who hadn’t even managed to raise his hand yet.
At that mont, a layer of illusory, smoke-like white shield erged beside Annan, completely dissolving and effortlessly blocking the assault.
Annan couldn’t even tell what school of spell this might belong to.
"...Huh."
As Claus saw what his sword strike had achieved, he seed to calm down a bit.
He seed to recognize the spell and thus simply abandoned the idea of continuing his distant attacks on Annan. Instead, he turned and leapt backward, stepping into the void and beginning to accelerate his run in midair.
"Can it be stopped?"
Benjamin suddenly asked.
Annan nodded in response, "Probably."
"Then I’ll quickly..."
Benjamin ca to a realization, muttering under his breath.
This ti was different from the last.
A pure white light began to shine on the ring on Benjamin’s right hand.
The old wizard also sat on the table, closing his eyes and concentrating on chanting without any hurry: "The sun as father, the moon as mother. The winds conceive, the earth nurtures—"
Annan, anwhile, pulled out Tan Juan’s silver pocket watch from his chest.
It had a three-eyed bird motif etched onto its case, along with so jewels. Undoubtedly, it was of considerable value.
Seeing Annan’s action, Claus suddenly realized.
"Hahaha, the Hand of Silver?!"
His sowhat hoarse laughter reverberated with the sound of surreal wind as he sped along: "Seems like the plan was a success—"
For the goal was to break through the eggshell.
He did not accelerate for long.
Just within less than the duration of two sentences, Claus rushed forward, carrying with him a wild wind!
Although Benjamin had easily stopped his charge nonchalantly once before,
To be safe, Annan ended up using the "Resonating Object" as soon as they t.
A white light shot out from the pocket watch, speeding at the velocity of sound.
It collided with Claus.
Amidst a cloud of dust, an ear-piercing, high-frequency noise erupted throughout the surrounding space. Visible distortions and vibrations spread out fiercely from the point of contact.
The dishes and bowls on the ship were instantly shattered. A strong feeling of discomfort transmitted from John’s heart, as if suffering from palpitations.
The power of this pocket watch was stronger than Annan had anticipated!
As for Claus, who collided with this strike, he was rely thrown back with a bit of distress. Apart from looking a bit pale, he did not seem injured.
It was only when Annan directly faced Claus’s charge that he finally realized... just how powerful this swordsman, who wielded the strength of a storm, was.
It wasn’t that he was too weak.
It was that Benjamin was far more formidable...
As if realizing sothing, Tan Juan hurriedly took all the silver ornants off his body and, along with several silver coins, handed them to Annan.
Simultaneously, Tan Juan also began to chant a spell:
"Freezing Elent—"
As he called upon the power of the elents, his bronze ring emitted a faint glow.
"—Wheel of Frost, Claus as the path."
Tan Juan threw out a deep blue ring of light that rapidly expanded in midair into a massive, man-height wheel of frost. It swiftly pursued Claus as he sped through the air.
Claus realized he was being chased by the Wheel of Frost, so he imdiately abandoned his attack on Annan and the others, deciding instead to sprint through the air at high speed.
Although the Wheel of Frost kept accelerating, it simply could not catch up to Claus, who was sprinting through the air at extre speeds. In just two or three seconds, Tan Juan’s face began to turn a bit pale.
It was then that Claus finally realized what was happening.
What tactics should he use—
Benjamin was chanting... He couldn’t interrupt his own actions!
Once Claus grasped that he was trapped in a nightmare, he completely disregarded the lives of his subordinates... or rather, he no longer cared about the whereabouts of the pages from the Book of the Celestial Chariot that Tan Juan had put sowhere, and he conjured a full-blown storm toward their boat.
Accompanied by his own rapid flight through the air, the storm battered the small boat, causing it to rock wildly in the sea.
He hoped this would interrupt Benjamin’s chanting... It would be best if it could cause Tan Juan and the others to fall overboard.
Several guards, who were standing at the side of the ship, were caught off guard and were directly thrown overboard.
Had it not been for Annan grabbing Tan Juan with fast reflexes, he would have been thrown overboard as well.
It was like a windstorm without rain—
As the small boat rocked frantically, huge waves driven by the hurricane surged in all directions, then rose even higher before crashing onto the deck.
Faced with this intense dizziness, enough to cause nausea and vomiting, "John," being rely human, naturally struggled to resist.
But Annan didn’t hesitate at all.
He simply struck a sowhat strange, side-facing posture.
—That was exactly the pose of the statue "David"!
In the next instant, "John" suddenly transford.
He turned into a man half a head shorter, with black hair and black eyes, and a deeply featured, amiable middle-aged appearance!
That was "Giralda David Buonarroti"!
This was the effect of Annan’s Curse Binding, his ultimate creation "David"!
He was essentially a wizard at the peak silver tier, completely incapable of using destructive spells, possessing spellcasting abilities from the Prophet and Idol schools, and when using spells from these two schools, his level was temporarily considered level thirty.
At the sa ti, he could also be seen as a powerful chanised golem with divine attributes.
Although Annan had yet to obtain spells from the Prophet and Idol schools,
Now that Annan had taken the form of Giralda,
On one hand, it was to take advantage of his incredibly heavy weight.
Yes!
Giralda’s material was perceived as marble, and at nearly 1.8 ters tall, he weighed about one-third of a ton!
He stomped on the deck with force, creating an opening into which he placed one foot to anchor himself. Then, bending forward with one hand on the ground, he tried to stabilize himself as much as possible.
Having no internal organs, he naturally wouldn’t get seasick—and his body was heavy enough, strong enough, to let Tan Juan cling to him while he himself held onto Benjamin’s sleeve, ensuring they wouldn’t be thrown off by the motion!
As Tan Juan’s Wheel dissolved into nothingness in midair, Claus looked towards Annan and the others again. The storm began to subside gradually.
Annan did not continue to transform all the silver items Tan Juan handed him into munitions.
Instead, he stood up and turned one of the silver ornants into a thin sword... then reinforced it with all the remaining silver coins. He held the sword with the hand he had just used to brace himself on the ground.
Although it was sowhat laughable to use such a fragile sword for defense against a silver-tier swordsman,
It was still better than nothing.
"So this is your true form, David..." Claus’s muffled voice carried over with the coming storm.
Like a tornado bending down from the sky, he charged at Annan once more!
Annan only managed to respond with his strongest attack.
—His Frost Sword Technique!
But by that ti, Benjamin’s spell was already complete.
Or rather... he had long since completed the spell, rely waiting for the most opportune mont to activate it.
The ship’s deck seed to co to life.
A dense thicket of vine-like tendrils sprouted swiftly upwards, growing between Annan and Claus, completely blocking the oncoming gale.
Realizing sothing was wrong, Claus hastily braked and tried to escape upwards.
But the tendrils grew upward just as rapidly.
Eventually, a giant wooden hand nearly fifty ters tall stretched out from the deck.
With deceptively quick agility, like grasping a mosquito, it effortlessly caught Claus.
By then, the original form of the ship was no longer visible.
It looked like a wooden fist floating in the sea.
It appeared similar to rchandise from Fist Company.
Annan, Tan Juan, and Benjamin stood securely on the tightly clasped thumb.
"Don’t panic, they’re not dead..." Benjamin revealed a rare smile to Annan and slowly said, "They live their lives; we’ll have our chat."
Annan’s pupils constricted slightly.
...Is this the power of a Transmutation Wizard?
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