The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 696: You Dare Use My Own Spells Against Me.Jpg

Chapter 696: You Dare Use My Own Spells Against Me.Jpg

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However, Annan did not tell Euphemia what he was thinking… even though telling her would not have made a difference.

Prejudice had already solidified and taken root in her heart. Besides, for the ordinary members of the Melvin family like them, there was nothing wrong with her words and actions — they were indeed being treated as tools and expendables by the family.

It was just a matter of disagreement over the purpose.

It was not something that victims like them could care about.

But Annan didn’t even have time to say anything more.

Through “Elle’s” eyes, Annan could see “Euphemia·Melvin’s” body, tinted with a light, sunset-like blush.

…Uhm?

Annan realized that Euphemia had also “lost her senses”.

She had “acted out of her role” for too long.

While Annan was thinking, Euphemia’s expression had completely changed.

That was a brilliantly defiant smile — the cruel smile revealed by those who have been deprived of everything, as they pull out a dagger in a dark alley.

“You all should have respected me!” Euphemia suddenly raised her voice and chanted, “Because I have torn the light in the mirror to pieces and walked on destiny—”

As she spoke, she slowly opened her hands to her sides.

The entire world between her hands, including “Elle” and Celecia, also became blurry in an instant.

“This is Euphemia’s most powerful chant! It’s the secret Chaos Spell of the Melvin family!”

Celecia’s expression suddenly became serious. She explained in a low voice to Annan Austere-Winter in “Elle” form, “I have never seen her use this spell completely… but when I lost my mind, she successfully subdued me. She said that this is the spell she used.”

Euphemia’s chant did not end.

That was the Idol Magic, “Desperate Prayer”. A major deity invocation ritual that could be completed solely with words and actions, without the need for the power of elements. At Silver Rank, this was the highest-level spell she could perform. However, as the price, this spell completely relinquished the self, actively making the self “similar” to the target.

Any slight mishap would lead to oneself being a.s.similated and swallowed up by the high-level existence, with absolutely no ability to resist.

As Euphemia chanted and gestured in the air, the world around them was being alienated from its original part.

The ground was torn apart in the blink of an eye on the street.

And the sky, centered between her hands, spread outwards, turning the entire world into a starry expanse.

It didn’t happen above the distant starry sky… but surrounding Euphemia, right beside Elle and Celecia.

Numerous light trails swiftly connect between the planets, forming one constellation after another. Euphemia’s hands are shining dimly, with countless figures emerging on her left hand.

A strong sense of oppression spread from Euphemia to the surroundings.

As soon as the translucent silver-gray halo emerged from Celecia’s body, it was pressed back to the surface of her body.

That was Celecia’s element, [Destiny].

Amid Euphemia’s prayer, Celecia showed an expression of extreme pain — her illusory form condensed from elements was continuously shattered by the light flow that const.i.tuted the constellation map.

“Look! There’s a man here who’s above fate—”

Euphemia was still chanting impa.s.sionedly and loudly in Elvish, “When He looks to the left, He transforms into a lion of radiant glory; when He looks to the right, He takes the form of a fierce bull!”

“Left” and “Right,” in Elvish, also carry the meanings of “past” and “future.”

…Hmm?

Annan vaguely noticed something.

Although Elle was a little fl.u.s.tered and wanted to leave, Annan suppressed her thoughts for the time being.

Annan did not care if Celecia died. Anyway, everyone would die eventually in this loop.

And Annan felt that… Euphemia’s ultimate move might not be effective against him.

As expected.

Many light b.a.l.l.s poured out from around Euphemia — each resembling a closed pupil.

The moment Celecia saw those light b.a.l.l.s, her eyes burst open. As she screamed, blood overflowed from her closed eyes.

Activating this magic came with a cost to Euphemia.

Her forehead was visibly sweaty, with perspiration continuously trickling down — her skin turning bright red. The intense heat and pressure from within made even her eyeb.a.l.l.s bulge, forcing her to close her eyes.

And just because she had her eyes closed, she didn’t see “Elle” who was peacefully standing among the stars at that moment.

Euphemia’s chant became increasingly sacred and rhythmic

“He is the master of the Divine Transporter, the one who leads 600 stars from below to above, [descending] to the Merka Baha Hall! He is not a deity but a person higher than a deity! The way of ascension and change is the sacredness of the Divine Transporter!”

“We are disciples of sublimation, following the path of sublimation! I am a disciple of Divine Transporter… I am the gatekeeper of the light realm!”

When Euphemia’s chant reached this point, her eyes were melted by the light.

Her voice brought overlapping echoes, just like Elle, who had used the power of an angel before.

The light flowing through the stars grew increasingly intense and blinding. Celecia was pinned in the void by the dense light spears. As the chant continued, the number of light spears kept increasing — while Celecia’s power continued to decline.

Euphemia’s suicidal chant had not stopped.

In other words, her original purpose was to use this chant to kill herself…

“Divine Transporter, I am the gatekeeper! I am the threefold gatekeeper: I am the gatekeeper of eye and form, I am the gatekeeper of goodness and permanence, I am the gatekeeper of worms and cicadas—”

“When I open it, the light of the Divine Transporter shall come to the world!”

Euphemia kept tearing off her clothes because they blocked the light.

It was not the light from outside, but the light piercing from within… New wounds continuously appeared on her flesh. They were neither cuts nor burns, but sharp lights stabbing outward from within her body.

The continuously splitting wounds and the light constantly piercing out seemed to form many “eyes” on her body.

The price for opening these eyes was that she became b.l.o.o.d.y. Euphemia was already dying. Her whole body was gradually dissolving in the increasingly intense light. Celecia, who was pinned in the air and unable to move, was also engulfed by the light.

Many lights formed many spears. It was a light in which nothing ordinary could exist, a light unseen by the ordinary person — a light that was literally “blinding.”

—However.

These lights, which destroyed everything around them like living creatures, seemed to have not noticed Elle, swimming past her and leaving.

They even rubbed Elle’s wrist affectionately, like living creatures.

[…Why?]

Elle’s confused voice came from the bottom of her heart.

[What is happening…]

“It seems like the Venerated Skeleton really didn’t tell you anything…” Annan sighed.

In the blink of an eye, the phenomenon around him disappeared.

The illusory starry sky and the light of the Divine Transporter summoned by the mad Euphemia suddenly disappeared.

Elle returned to the alley again.

Celecia and Euphemia disappeared.

“Elle” was puzzled.

“Huh…” She let out a long sigh.

“I have indeed met a lot of idol wizards.” “Elle” whispered, “But this is the first time I have seen one that summons the power of the Divine Transporter to attack me…”

How should I put it…

—You dare use my own spells against me, Potter?

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