Annan’s right hand stretched out, pale to the point of being nearly transparent.
The cold breath discharged made his sleeve flutter in the air.
Five crystal-colored transparent flames ignited at Annan’s fingertips, and a very light ice-blue spell array emerged between his fingers, then quickly disappeared, leaving only a ripple-like ring of water.
After Annan flung it out, the ring expanded rapidly in midair and condensed into ice.
It was a gigantic, hollow Wheel of Frost.
A beautiful wheel of light made up of interwoven ice-blue light lines.
A mysterious glow shimmered inside it, solidifying into frost upon contact with the air, the frost patterns continually expanding and spreading.
When the wheel of light touched the ground, a layer of shattered frost immediately appeared on the surface.
It was like crushed grass carved out of white crystal—
Before this, Gerald suddenly looked up, locking eyes with the players and guards at the door: "Patient—" he yelled.
He dared not look at Annan, fearing that his "Heart Control" would be canceled out by Annan’s potential "Lazy Eye" control.
The other party had a transforming wizard to help with the output, but he had no allies!
But these ordinary people... certainly didn’t have the ability to counter it!
Caught off guard, the wills of the four players and the remaining three armed guards were stripped away by Gerald in an instant!
The three armed guards did not hesitate to aim their guns at Annan and pull the triggers!
And those four players also charged over—
Salvatore shouted aloud, pulling a thumb-sized vial from his waist and tossing it into the air.
The vial shattered in midair, a bright red crystal swelled out, forming a shield that blocked two bullets!
The shattered red crystals fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, and began slowly melting...
The reason there were only two shots
was because a player noticed that the three guards had been mind-controlled, and without hesitation, he tackled one of them to the ground!
Annan’s spell formed without any hindrance.
With a casual wave of his hand, he made it materialize beside the player closest to him.
The hollow light wheel fell from the sky and landed on the frost marks, emitting a sharp and terrible whistle and rushed towards Gerald!
The player who attempted to slash at Annan with his sword was instantly swept up by the ice wheel, sent flying by the just-condensed frost patterns.
Hundreds of tiny cuts appeared on his exposed skin.
But although the outer shell of frost from the Wheel of Frost had fallen off, the inner wheel of light did not diminish in the slightest.
It passed through the guard’s body without any impediments, like an ethereal projection.
The wheel, like a car speeding on a highway, hurtled toward...
...the player who had just been run over, now awakened by the severe pain and cold.
The moment he heard Annan chant his spell, Gerald had used an Instant Spell registered to himself. It was the only life-saving spell of the Soul Snatching School at its early stages...
Almost all curses, all rituals, can only use "names" as their tracking targets.
This is also a major profit-making method for the Idol School:
After all, in this world, cursing an ordinary person with a name is far too simple. Even Annan, flipping through a book in a nightmare, learned the ritual of cursing the living, and the requirements for the ritual were quite low.
Those wizards of the Idol School could create "doppelgangers" with the same name and surname for kings or great nobles, altering the priority of curse absorption under the same name and surname conditions; or using special rituals, they would swap their real names with those of the "doppelgangers," or give them a "safe temporary name."
Gerald’s spell could achieve a similar effect:
In a short period, it would construct a mirror and swap the consciousness coordinates of two people—not to let the other person control one’s body and oneself control the other’s body, but purely to swap their "identities" for a short period.
Whether it was healing or spells cast on the other person, or tracking-type spells aimed at oneself, they could all be deflected by this spell.
— the premise being the other party did not have immunity or counter the spell.
The only downside was that maintaining this state consumed a great deal of mana, so it could only be used when the opponent’s targeted attack had been launched but not yet arrived.
Gerald barely managed to react in the rush.
The Wheel of Frost, executed with the element of frost, was the original form of this spell. Its speed was very high, the initial velocity reaching over twenty meters per second, and it would continue to accelerate if it ran in a straight line.
But he finally completed this instant spell just a moment before the wheel hit him.
The Wheel of Frost suddenly made a sharp 180-degree turn, silently drifting across the ground, and headed back towards the player who was still lying on the ground, unable to rise.
Still on the ground, he had just lifted his head when he saw the huge wheel bearing down on him with a ferocious menace.
But this time, he wasn’t lucky enough to escape the crushing force of the wheel.
The player let out a piercing howl of agony.
As the wheel rolled over him, numerous crystalline "frost grasses" rapidly sprouted from his body, just as they would from the ground the wheel passed over.
But they were no longer a pure white, instead, they were a dark red, mixed with flesh and internal organs, forming icy thorns.
These icy thorns grew swiftly, continuing to burst forth endlessly from all directions of his body.
At the same moment the wheel rolled over him, it also exploded violently. It turned into countless dissipated breaths of frosty white, summoning a brief but intense cold storm that even pressed down the surrounding sea of fire.
The unfortunate player also stopped screaming in pain following the explosion of the wheel.
—Because at the moment of the explosion, his entire body was covered in a thin layer of frost, and he lost consciousness in an instant.
The blood-red frost grass on his body still grew rapidly, emitting a ghastly creaking noise from his rigid body.
Then his body suddenly fell apart, the emergent icy thorns shattering it into red crystal sand, without leaving behind a drop of blood.
Afterward, his entire figure dissipated into a puff of black smoke and flew off into the distance—
The whole process, from the flight of the wheel to its return, took less than two seconds.
By this time, Gerald’s announcement had already landed:
"Salvatore, my next hit will "wound" you critically."
The moment his voice fell, there was a strange sound in the air, like the ticking of a stopwatch after being pressed.
The next moment, Gerald commanded aloud once again.
His curse binding did not limit his use of spells to control others or suggest that they attack. He just couldn’t make an attack himself.
Therefore, when using the Skeleton Noble’s bone blood trigger, his movements were always very gentle, for fear of knocking the other person hard enough to be considered an attack.
This was another reason he disguised himself as a dentist.
It’s quite normal for a dentist to tap on teeth with a hammer.
After all, no one would think that a dentist picking up a hammer was planning to kill them.
Gerald thought quickly.
Once spell transformation began, it couldn’t be stopped.
Salvatore had already transformed the red crystal into steel needles; he couldn’t use the red crystal to block bullets anymore.
Unfortunately, they were running out of time. They couldn’t swap ammunition in time...
Of course, Gerald didn’t think that such mundane weapons could pose any threat to a Transcendent who was prepared.
They were just props to buy time; it didn’t matter how it was done.
The two guards, without hesitation, threw their valuable smoothbore guns at the back of Annan and Salvatore’s heads. The other players, realizing what was happening, quickly drew their weapons and mercilessly beheaded the controlled guards!
One of the controlled players suddenly turned and ran towards Annan, his arms outstretched to hug him tightly!
The first second passed.
Annan suddenly let out a breath.
The surging frosty white air from his body started to pour towards his back. The radiant frost on the ground began to fade, and the dense white air behind him formed an ephemeral wall.
As the two guns passed this wall, they froze in mid-air...
The player who had hugged Annan then trembled, his body turning into ash and scattering away.
Annan’s right hand, unbeknownst when, had turned a heavy shade of dark blue!