Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1252 - 284: The Curse of Butterfly Transformation (Combined)_2

Chapter 1252: Chapter 284: The Curse of Butterfly Transformation (Combined)_2

And [Butterfly] will continue creating more "light of butterflies."

In this sense, it is no less divine than a True God.

Those who carry the bloodline of Melvin, as well as those who have studied the secret arts of the Melvin clan, are essentially its followers; and the esoteric knowledge passed down through generations can almost be considered a kind of "Divine Arts." The Idol School originally had high-level spells that bestowed divine power upon others.

When followers possess enough devotion, they may even undergo the ritual of becoming a "light of butterflies," essentially equivalent to angel envoys of gods—possessing golden-tier spellcasting ability and capable of infinite resurrection as long as any followers remain alive. This alone matches the specifications of a True God.

Even as a "god," [Butterfly] can infinitely resurrect; to kill it, one must first destroy all its "followers."

From outward appearances, it practically resembles a True God or a demigod.

Annan could feel that if this [Butterfly] were to fully manifest, its power would likely far surpass any ordinary golden-tier entity... perhaps even exceeding the strength of a Truth Rank figure who had obtained the Book of Truth.

If it looks like a demigod, adheres to the laws of a demigod, grants benefits befitting a demigod to its followers, and even allows its followers to enjoy a form of Divine Arts akin to those of demigod worshippers, capable of summoning envoys comparable to a demigod or even a True God through rituals... Then, in a certain sense, it could be regarded as a "demigod without a master."

But unlike True Gods or demigods.

—It is not bound by the Chrono-Law rituals.

This means it can act recklessly in the mortal world.

Because, from another perspective, it has not undergone the ascension ritual to elevate to the Light Realm, so it cannot truly be considered a god... True Gods, therefore, cannot directly act against such a "mortal."

The first-generation Melvin was indeed a genius.

This could almost be regarded as another path entirely separate from the "Path of Ascension," "Path of Corruption," or "Path of Rituals"—

To exterminate a mature [Butterfly], one must eradicate all Melvin bloodlines and erase all Melvin knowledge. Yet, it must be noted... nearly all modern similarity-based spell laws and one-third of all known rituals have been modified by the Melvin clan.

Their bloodlines have also been disseminated globally, establishing marriage ties with the upper echelons of governments, organizations, and major churches worldwide. By now, the Melvin bloodline has taken root across the world.

Under these conditions, any True God attempting to act would also have to violate the Chrono-Law rituals—and a demigod would undoubtedly lose against it.

Without question, this would be an enormous loss.

If the Melvin clan’s plan were to succeed, even the True Gods might have to reluctantly acknowledge their elevated status.

[Butterfly] might even ascend to become the "God of the Moonless."

Through the Element of "Understanding," Annan comprehended all of this intelligence and could not help but secretly feel fortunate.

Thankfully, I discovered it in time...

Although its strength is far from matching that of the ancient gods, the chaos and destruction wrought by the fully complete [Butterfly] would likely rival that of "The Worm."

But they came across Annan at just the wrong time.

Who could say who the true endgame boss is...

As Annan’s biting cold winds demolished the light of butterflies, the cocoons formed from ordinary Melvins, which served as the basis for their resurrection, were also frozen and dispersed by the same frost.

At that moment, Annan’s choice to shatter his own scale armor to break free was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But it was precisely this choice that unintentionally severed the never-ending resurrection of these "light of butterflies"—something Annan only realized after defeating [Melvin] entirely.

To prevent the curses buried within this land from allowing the light of butterflies or the unborn butterflies to revive once more...

Annan decided to be thorough in his actions.

As Annan plunged the radiant blade in his hand deep into the ground.

The Elemental Powers of [Strictness] and [Victory] seeped from the gleaming diamond blade, rhythmically pulsing into the depths of the earth.

Crack—

The ground suddenly emitted an acidic groan.

The land surrounding Annan swelled violently, rising high into the air.

It resembled a rubber sports field submerged in a flood, or molten glass blown until it bulged to its limit. When it swelled to the extreme, the soil and rocks shattered and crumbled, releasing an almost tangible flow of searing light.

Even the artificial night sky, conjured by spellcraft and frozen by Annan, fractured apart under the surge of this boiling brilliance.

The sky split open like a parched, cracked desert, and a radiant glow spilled through the fissures.

If viewed from directly above, one would see a halo expanding outward from Annan’s position, spreading across a radius of dozens of miles.

But in truth, it was not a halo.

It was the ground fracturing layer by layer, dissolving into the void.

Earlier, the cold winds had already frozen and shattered the structures of the Melvin clan’s headquarters. Now, even the basements and foundational layers were upheaved and exposed.

To maintain their divinity and avoid mortal corruption, the Melvin clan secluded themselves in the mountains. They typically cut off all contact with the outside and lived in isolation... the only access being a narrow mountain road guarded by two-way illusion barriers.

This was also intended to prevent any rare moments of lucidity among their kin, which might prompt them to attempt escape.

Merely lingering a while longer in this cursed domain would gradually ensnare those of the bloodline anew, drawing them back under the control of the intangible specter named "Melvin."

Most importantly, their headquarters lacked any underground transportation system.

Escaping the sprawling mountain range required a grueling trek through dense, untamed wilderness for dozens of miles. After breaking through the illusionary barrier, one would still have to cross the snowy, unending expanse of mountains.

Only after traversing these treacherous ranges could one reach any sign of civilization.

This secluded location lent the Melvin clan an aura of mystique. Ordinary people could never find them; communication was only possible through agents residing in Frost Speech Province... effectively ensuring the secrecy of [Melvin]’s existence.

But now, this served another advantage.

It minimized collateral damage as Annan carried out his cleansing. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

—Yes.

Annan intended to uproot the cursed land entirely—obliterating it from the physical plane without the slightest hesitation.

When the light finally dissipated.

Annan, restored to his original form, stood silently on the sole untouched ground—a narrow pillar about ten meters tall and less than two meters in diameter.

It wasn’t that Annan had been standing at a greater height before.

Rather, the surrounding terrain had sunken deeply, dissolving into the land a full ten meters below under the erasing flow of light.

Yes.

With just a single strike—centered on Annan’s position—an area with a forty-kilometer radius of mountainous terrain was reduced to bare rock layers lying more than ten meters beneath the surface!

[Melvin] had been utterly eradicated by Annan.

But Annan’s actions went beyond merely dissolving chunks of earth.

He obliterated the curses rooted in this land, the countless barriers that the Melvin clan had established over the years, the treasure hoards, the buried remains... everything, obliterated without leaving a trace.

Even at the cost of forsaking all spoils of war and bearing the infamy of annihilating an entire noble family—Annan ensured the calamity threatening the world was entirely expunged.

Annan could feel it with absolute clarity.

The curse named [Melvin], lingering for countless generations, had been utterly annihilated by his hand in this moment.

Even the mountain range itself had lost a substantial layer of its terrain.

And for an act of such map-redefining magnitude, Annan felt no strain whatsoever. He hadn’t even drawn much energy from the Heart of Justice... because eliminating mere land required barely any Elemental Power.

If Annan so desired, he could likely overturn the entirety of Winter’s surface in the same manner, barely consuming a quarter of his soul—an ability indicating that golden-tier individuals could easily execute nation-ending attacks, and not just once.

For human beings, however, such an event would resemble cataclysmic, world-ending devastation.

Only now did Annan truly realize—what it truly meant to ascend to golden-tier.

"What does it... mean?"

As if responding to the thought in Annan’s heart.

A deep voice echoed behind him.

Annan didn’t need to turn to sense the other’s presence.

With calm composure, he answered, "It means... you have witnessed everything from the very beginning, yet helped none of us."

"What is it that you want to do...

"—Gerenz Nuha?"