After a sustained blow of about five or six seconds.

Count Yuri began to perceive...... Throwing swords doesn't make much sense to break through the Tower of Frost.

So instead of creating slender swords from around them—heavy anchors, sledgehammers, axes, and huge spears like flat-edged screwdrivers.

And above the Tower of Frost, viscous and fine black flames poured down like a torrential rain. From the gap at the top of the Frost Tower, and through the crack that was knocked out, it gradually seeped 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 hive grid appeared.

In the blink of an eye, they peeled off their shells and turned into balls of fire.

The moment the fireball was created, it ignited the black flames—

A viscous glow of fire flowed down the black flames into the interior of the Frost Tower. The interior of the translucent frost tower suddenly brightened.

And yet, at this very moment.

The Frost Tower was already crumbling in all directions.

Burning with flames, the hard ice fell to the ground like a comet.

And all the people inside scattered in all directions—only Annan, Zoya, and Citalopram were still standing in the middle.

Annan looked up.

His blue and green pupils gradually shone brightly.

It was as bright as starlight—the [Brilliant Sword] was already accumulating.

He held a scepter taller than himself, lifting it off the ground as if he were holding a greatsword in one hand.

Behind him, Citalopram had a serious face and closed his eyes.

Silver, crown-like stigmata emerged from her forehead.

She stood there, clasped her fingers in front of her chest, and began a complex and long chant:

"I pray to the daughter of no stumbling, and the lover is ...... by the throat of the beloved death"

Zoya put her left index and middle fingers together and clasped them tightly with her right hand—and then pulled out a blade of ice that shone with a dazzling cold light.

Her eyes were once again imprinted with the dim yellow mark of the clock, and a red rune like a "towel" appeared on her forehead, and she looked around vigilantly.

This is a distorted spell called "blasphemy perception".

At the cost of increasing her own erosion, she greatly reduces her sense of time and strengthens her perception - the external manifestation is that those objects that approach her and Annan will be slowed down by more than ten times, whether it is the timeline of "now" or the timeline of "five seconds later".

At Annan's feet, there were many silver coins scattered around.

This is what the players threw at Annan's feet before they dispersed.

He didn't attack with the coins...... Instead, he was accumulating strength while waiting for Zorgen to make the first move.

Zorgen went straight to the dark-haired, blue-eyed mature woman.

I don't know if it's a delusion...... Annan seemed to see a hint of anger in him.

…… Did he know the man?

Zorgen, who had been completely banned from the power of shadows, was perhaps the one with the greatest impact on combat effectiveness - but even so, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

He spread his hands—in his left hand and in his right hand, twin hammers made of frost appeared.

It was a short, sharp, blunt sledgehammer, thicker than a forearm alone. If it is used by ordinary people, the center of gravity will be unstable.

"—[Courage]! 【Victory】! [Glory]! ”

His mouth recited aloud the words of frost that humans could not understand.

The muscles in his body began to swell as if they were blown, and his size suddenly began to grow.

The slender old man was as thin as a skeleton, and his momentum and presence suddenly rose - like an assassin turned into a knight in an instant. At this moment, the four counts set their eyes on 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.

Beneath his feet, there were ice thorns from the ground that he had made before—a spell that Count Yuri had "learned" by spell after seeing it once.

After about a second of creation time, the most threatening spear of light flew down and flew towards Zorgen at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

"[Powerful]! [Broken]! 【Sturdy】! ”

He roared, wielding his hammer violently.

Of course, he couldn't have smashed all the light spears.

A spear of light pierced through his left shoulder and his right back from the waist, a spear of light pierced his heart from the front, and a spear of light pierced through his neck and from his right armpit. The spears were so hot that they snorted when they touched their bodies—like meat on an iron plate.

But he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Frost and madness overflowed—frost scars spilling from beneath his feet, completely freezing the ground around him. An overflowing white chill leached from his skin.

It made him look like he was emitting a lot of white smoke.

With a single hammer, the iron wall was shattered.

Click, click-

The frost scars spread against the ground, enveloping the transparent eggshell as well.

The black-haired and blue-eyed woman couldn't help but show a trace of surprise and fear on her face.

She began to create a raging wind—a wind that wielded the blade.

But it doesn't serve any purpose.

Zorgen's advance was unstoppable.

"—[Sublime]! [Loyalty]! [Purity]! ”

You don't need to worry about the specific meaning, you just don't repeat it.

The words he roared in the words of frost were enough to call on the power of the "Winter Singer".

The power of "winter" continued to be superimposed, and the surrounding sounds began to become silent.

And his hammer shattered the silence in an instant.

But the black-haired woman was suddenly happy.

Because of this blow, it just hit the "eggshell" in front of her full of cracks. but didn't fully penetrate her defenses.

And using this attack as a template, she won't be hurt by the same attack again-

All you can hear is the sound of a swishing void.

Several cards flew in with incredible precision, nailed to the cracks, and changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“…… What is it? ”

Her muffled dazed voice sounded with her breathing mask on.

The next moment, an explosion sounded.

The surging firelight shattered the glass cover from the inside out.

The color of creation on a white background and gold grid resurfaced before her eyes...... But before it could be revealed, Zorgen smashed it down on her head!

The sound of her neck bone shattering was heard - her head was smashed straight into her chest.

The color of creation suddenly dissipated. A substance that was originally transparent has become a variegated plaster.

But she didn't die immediately!

"This is the [Chrysalis of Death], which is half a dead person."

Annan's calm voice came from behind: "The body of a gold-level transcendent is not so easy to destroy......"

With his words.

The white frost marks, far colder than Zorgen's, fell on the unprotected woman without warning.

- Frost-covered force field.

The frost-covered stance, which was tripled by the power of the [Tyrant], instantly dyed the woman's whole body pure white. She was imprisoned like an ice sculpture.

Zorgen did not hesitate.

He dropped his hammer again, shattering the solidified ice sculpture directly—

This time there were no more obstacles.

It was the frost of extreme cold that destroyed everything, a chill that could make the surface of any matter brittle.

…… In the language of the game, the enemy hit by Annan's move will be completely stripped of its physical defense while imprisoned.

Above Annan's head, a burning rain of black fire was pouring down.

But before they could land on Annan's side, they were frozen by the [Frost Force Field] and turned into black particles.

“…… There's no turning back, and there's nowhere to go. ”

The chanting of citalopram also ends with this.

Without hesitation, she looked at the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes, reached out and gouged out her own eyes, and plunged the dagger into her heart.

For the half-dead daughter, it was not a fatal injury.

But her whole person instantly became transparent-

It was a high-level magic called [The Journey of Hate and Love]. At the same time, it is also a high-ranking curse spell......

Only the virtual image of a pale princess with a vague face appeared behind the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes.

But the other party was completely unaware.

Under the pale princess's skirt, a silver-white chain ran through the girl's heart and submerged into Citalopram's heart.

As the chains tightened, Citalopram's spirit body was pulled out in an instant—submerged into the blonde girl's body.

Her pupils lost focus for a moment, and then regained their highlights.

But "she" took off her mask without thinking...... And the equipment with spell energy behind him was thrown directly to the stray child.

At this time, the pale princess had already cut off the sickle in her hand.

With a pure white scythe slashing down.

There was no scar on the girl's neck, but she suddenly fell to the ground, instantly losing her breath and heartbeat.

"What a move, the ghouls are sealed!"

The stray child jumped up, took the equipment flying from the air, and praised loudly: "Sister Wenwen, your ripples ...... I'll leave it to me! ”

He resolutely carried the jar behind him.

And fastened the mask to his face.

It took less than half a minute for the Frost Tower to shatter.

- Of the four enemies, there are only two left.