In the event of the invasion of the royal palace by the purest spirit medium, the corpses of the twelve silver-tier transcendents left behind without scars;

The [Spell: Ice Cubes Sealed with Light] that Kaphne had just made for Annan;

The [Tower of Frost] summoned by the Frostwhisperer's special silver-level spell;

What Annan could replace with his grandmother's real name, [High-level Influence in the Frost Realm];

In addition, not long ago, Annan learned from "On the Eighth Yao of the Sun" that belongs to Mr. Yao's real name - Bode.

The ritual that Annan had prepared, "Winter Chill Breath", was nearing its end. With only one of the three left, "blizzard weather", "hail weather", and "rainstorm weather", he can officially begin.

— and it's a ritual that is done with a top-of-the-line match.

He could be sure that even if it was the Frost Whisperer or the Hand of Winter in the past, there were probably few people who could get a near-perfect "Winter Chill" at the Silver Rank like himself.

Annan was already ...... last night That is, on the night of Henry VIII's death, a full 150 points of order mana were invested in the backyard of the Geraint family, and a thirty-meter-high "Frost Tower" was created with immortal ice.

- That's a real tower.

It even automatically splits into three layers.

Annan had already sent someone to transport the body to the third floor, the closest position to the heavenly dome.

Order mana is fully restored in the early morning of each day. If Annan wanted to, he worked hard to build a tower up to nearly forty meters high...... But that doesn't make sense.

After all, Annan is just borrowing the temperature.

If it weren't for the fear that the corpse might not be able to be placed, in fact, eight or nine meters tall would be enough.

Although that may not be called a tower......

Because Annan found that its area seemed to be fixed – or rather, it was determined by other elements.

It is a circle twenty-two yards in diameter.

And this happens to be Annan's Frost Whisperer class level.

In other words, if Annan really only invested forty or fifty mana points...... Then maybe the one he summoned was not called the Frost Tower at all.

The diameter is more than 20 meters, and the height is less than 10 meters.

That thing is a frost casserole.

It is precisely for this reason that Annan realized...... Ordinary Frostwhisperers are almost unable to use this skill properly.

They don't look like themselves, they have four times the mana.

Either the elves are also like themselves, and they have multipliers of order mana; Either they can only use the spell by amplifying and infusing it through rituals.

That is, this is a chanting spell though.

But if it is to be used well, it must be used on the basis of ritual spells.

If you use the degraded version, then the summoned Frost Tower, which has no beauty and is not too strong, can only be used as a portable fortress to defend against stray arrows and fireballs.

However, Annan did not want to plant his tower in the crow's house.

This is entirely a spell that can be used as a portable base and storage warehouse.

Annan just wanted to see from a safe place what this "Frost Tower" was really like and what its internal structure was.

And...... How strong is it able to resist attacks.

The results of the experiment were very good.

The tester was Paper Hime.

She simulated an attack equivalent to a Silver Tier Destruction Wizard's blow, and the Tower of Frost was almost undamaged; And she immediately simulated, the equivalent of a slash from a gold-tier swordsman—unsurprisingly, the Tower of Frost was still sliced apart.

But this sword qi only cut through one wall. It failed to cut out from the opposite side, leaving only a wound about three or four centimeters deep on the opposite side.

This means that after passing through the Tower of Frost, the attack power of the Gold Tier can be roughly reduced to the Silver Tier.

- Of course, the attack of the Golden Tier Destroyer is exempt.

If you simply compare the output, all the other transcendents cannot be compared to the destruction wizards who specialize in the way of destruction.

Since a gold-level swordsman can cut through the walls of the Frost Tower with a single sword, then the gold-level destruction wizard will come over with one shot, and this tower may be directly out of reach......

"But this funeral is also going too fast."

Salvatore whispered to Annan: "Your Majesty just died yesterday, right?" Is the funeral just going to happen today? ”

He and Annan were dressed in formal attire and sat on a bench by the fountain of the Silver Sir .

He wore the special garment of the Sons of the Black Tower—a long plain black cloak with a high stand-up collar that looked like Lelouch's clothes.

And Annan also put on his [Silver Sir Preference], a white robe with a texture and material like light yarn. Although it doesn't look like a formal outfit, anyone who knows the goods will surely know what it means.

It doesn't get any more solemn than that.

It just so happens that these two outfits are black and white, and there will be no etiquette problems when attending the funeral.

"Even though I died yesterday...... But in fact, the external version is that Henry VIII has been in a state of critical illness and dying for a long time. ”

I'm afraid this funeral has been prepared for a long time.

When Annan said this, he sneered: "I can see that they are still in a hurry." ”

Now it seems that it is not only Prince Philip.

Even the eldest princess Elizabeth is probably looking forward to her father's early death.

"Huh......"

At this moment, Salvatore's heart suddenly moved.

He had a vague feeling of unease.

He looked around, then to the southwest.

He can see...... There was a raging fire in the sky over there.

The scorching flames and smoke beamed into a column that reached into the sky.

Salvatore stared deeply at the firelight, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Annan realized something and turned to look at Salvatore.

"There...... It seems to be the direction of the Black Tower. ”

Salvatore muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that something happened to the Black Tower?" ”

"The tower master is still here. Since there is a tower master in charge, what else can happen? ”

Annan replied casually.

However, at this moment, a clear and extremely clear voice sounded beside Annan: "On the side of Zedi Black Tower, there is indeed an accident. ”

Annan looked back and sat beside him with a bright and sunny smile with a long, thin face, curly hair and monocles.

The bench, which could only sit for two people, was sat on by three people, and it seemed a little crowded. That is, Annan was thin and small, and leaned towards Salvatore's side, so he could barely sit open.

"Excuse me...... What's going on over there in the Black Tower? ”

Annan asked Salvatore.

After all, this is a righteous God.

Although Salvatore is the son of the tower, he has not yet succeeded him. In the face of Silver Sizz, Annan could say a lot, but Salvatore couldn't.

Before, seniors took a lot of care about themselves.

Now that something happened to Salvatore...... Then it's time to help yourself.

Sir Silver glanced at Annan with deep meaning, and then at Salvatore, who looked a little anxious.

"In fact, Zedi Black Tower is already facing extinction."

He said slowly: "Except for you and von Hohenheim...... There is also Longjing tea.

"Maybe all the Wizards of the Black Tower who are studying are already dead."

Salvatore's pupils tightened.

He didn't care about the faux pas, he immediately reached out and pressed Annan's leg, leaned forward with his upper body towards Sir Silver, and leaned over most of his body: "Please tell me more—what's going on?" Is there anything I can do to help? ”

"Bernardino, the 'purest medium', tried to complete [the work of creation] and further refine his sublime presence. In this way, he must receive the 'holy fire'. ”

Sir Silver said slowly, "You should know what the Holy Flame is. ”

(End of chapter)