I will be crowned king

Outer city, Crown Tavern.

In order to attract attention and buy time for Anson Bach's plan, the three members of the Faithless Knights who were deceived formed Karin Jacques' personal bodyguards and fought against the assassins who kept coming.

Although overwhelmingly outnumbered, the Faithless Knights possess one advantage that the Clovis Inquisitors do not: intelligence.

In addition to Carno's previous exposure to save Norton Crosell, the power of blood was completely known to the opponent. Derek and Ian were complete secrets to the assassins. In addition, Karin Jacques had various There are endless strange and weird magic props, which are also not included in the information held by the opponent.

And the assassins' opponents are not the only four people in front of them. The Storm Legion in the inner city has already begun to take action. There are also the elusive judges in the outer city who are constantly trying to fight with them, also sharing a lot of pressure.

Besides, most assassins don't dare to attack Karin Jacques... He is only the only member of the Society of Truth who has been exposed. Who knows if there are more? After killing the only remaining survivors, what if there are more backup options on the other side? Wouldn't it mean that even the hostages that can be used as threats are lost?

Due to the combination of many factors, after most of the afternoon, the Faithless Knights were constantly surrounded and hunted by assassins from the Empire and the Holy See...

Miserable failure!

And he was completely defeated.

"Plop——"

Derek, who was seriously injured, fell to his knees, and the sharp blade used to support his body was kicked aside amidst the jeers around him. His painful cheek hit the cold gravel, and blood mixed with it poured into his eyes.

His vision was soaked in dark red, and he endured the pain and looked forward. The slender figure lying in the completely collapsed ruins - Carno, who had a spear pierced through his side, was already unconscious, and blood was still flowing from the puncture. The wound overflowed, and there was no sign of drying or scabbing.

If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to see countless squirming worms the size of fingernails on the wound, tearing open the wound again and again, eating away at the flesh and blood.

The worms are so small that spilled blood can wash them away, but each time they crawl back and continue to eat until the outside is eaten away and they burrow into the body cavity below the surface.

And just to the side, Ian Clemens, with a face as deep as water, was slumped on the ground, the revolver held tightly in his left hand pressed against his temple.

As a gifted person with extremely rare hidden bloodline power, Ian Clemens can even escape quietly under the eyes of the blasphemous mage without being noticed by the other party.

But the premise is that he really wants to escape, instead of being trapped in a small ruins.

At this time, the eyes of the former Grand Leader of the Faithless Knights were chaotic, and his consciousness was trapped in an illusion created by a black mage among the assassins on the opposite side. When his spirit completely collapsed, his body would automatically pull the trigger and let him Enjoy complete relief.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Lying on the ground, Derek kept cursing in his heart. He really didn't understand what made Ian and Carno so crazy. They insisted on protecting this inexplicable trainee priest, and insisted on staying where they were and entangled with the other side.

"Snapped--"

At this moment, someone's boots suddenly stepped heavily on his head; that "familiar" feeling immediately made the Wild Hunt Knight's face and the ground more inseparable, and a certain disgusting picture immediately appeared in his mind. face.

"Hey, you're still alive, right?"

The red-haired young man with a high ponytail said coldly, still exerting force on his feet: "How does it feel... When you just penetrated my head with a bayonet, it was ten thousand times more painful than this."

"To be honest, if I have enough time, I really want you to taste my personal experience; by the way, the Wild Hunt Knights have always been famous for their wildness, and their recovery ability is only slightly inferior to that of the Holy Grail Knights... With a little bit of spice, it shouldn't be that bad. Are you going to die soon?"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... you... cough cough... you can try..."

Even though his entire face was trampled on the ground, Derek still raised the corner of his mouth in an unyielding manner, trying to glance at the other person with only one eye exposed: "But with your little strength, you still want to stab a bayonet into my head. I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult!”

Plop——

The red-haired young man kicked the Wild Hunt Knight unceremoniously. Derek, who was about to faint from the pain, became more energetic. He spat blood on the ground and grinned at the opponent uninhibitedly. A bad tooth.

The red-haired young man was instantly disgusted and frowned. His original intention of torturing the other person disappeared instantly - torturing an unyielding brave man and making him bow his head was a noble pleasure, but bullying a defective fool was another matter.

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense like you right now."

Glancing at the other party coldly, the assassin hiding behind the young man immediately raised the butt of his gun and hit the Wild Hunt Knight hard on the forehead. The extremely hard pine wood cracked on the spot, but Derek only had a little skin on his forehead and fainted. On the ground.

Stepping over the Wild Hunt Knight, the red-haired young man came to Karin Jacques; at this time, the trainee priest squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, with a somewhat flattering smile on his face.

"Your Excellency Karin Jacques..." The young man paused deliberately and looked at the trainee priest with playful eyes: "Should I regard you as a colleague of the church, or should the truth that deserves death be left alone?"

"Uh...hahaha."

The trainee priest swallowed hard and cursed some bastards who told him that "there is absolutely no danger" in his heart: "This... things are multi-faceted. Of course, the same person can also use different identities."

"Yes, yes, a person can have many identities, I absolutely agree with this; but if he has too many identities and forgets everything about himself, then what does it matter?" The young man squinted his eyes and smiled:

"Which identity you want us to use to entertain you is entirely up to you."

"me?"

"Tell me, tell me everything you know." The red-haired young man continued to be tempting: "To be fair, I don't want to embarrass you, but the premise is that you make it easy for us, right?"

"Yes, it must be!" How could Karin Jacques dare to refute: "Just, if I say it, can I..."

"If I told you right now that you could get away with it just by saying it, I'd be lying to you."

Without giving him a chance to pray, the red-haired young man immediately grimaced and said matter-of-factly: "But if you say... then you will be of no use to us, and you will even be a burden."

"Of course, we will definitely not kill you, but the pain of your skin and flesh will definitely be inevitable... Don't worry, when I chop off your limbs, I will try to make it less painful for you; and I will also dig out your eyes for you. Keep it.”

"Eye...eye eye eye..."

"Ah, there are also lips, nose and ears." The red-haired young man seemed to have just remembered: "After all, your only value to us is the hostage, and the hostage...as long as he is alive, that's fine, right?"

"Live...I...live..."

The trainee priest stammered, as if he had been frightened.

"Yes, but if you say everything you need to say, the situation will be completely different." The red-haired young man's eyes were glaring: "In that case, you will be our colleague and enjoy equal treatment with everyone. No matter what, we are all You won’t hurt your colleagues.”

"I……"

Looking at the other party's eyes that definitely didn't look like he was joking, Karin Jacques' expression completely stiffened.

at this time……

"Um?"

As if he was suddenly hit on the head, the red-haired young man stood up suddenly and looked at the other assassins around him with a heavy face: "You...have you all received it too?"

This meaningless sentence received affirmative responses from many assassins. The red-haired young man's face became uglier, but he gritted his teeth helplessly as if he had to obey.

"Clovis's army has already begun to take action, and many communities have stopped fighting... To suddenly attack the military factory on a large scale at this time is almost self-exposed; are the people above planning to kill us all to be satisfied? It doesn’t work…”

Secretly peeping at the suddenly abnormal guy in front of him, Karin Jacques's mind began to spin rapidly, and the desire to survive that was almost extinguished began to expand rapidly at this moment.

But the trainee priest obviously thought too much, and the other party did not forget his plan at all: "There is no other way! Clean up the scene immediately and move quickly, leaving no one alive."

What? !

Karin Jacques was instantly shocked. He raised his head in a hurry and shouted loudly: "Please, please wait a moment, I am willing! I will say anything, really, I am willing to say anything!"

"It's a pity, but that is no longer necessary." The red-haired young man said coldly, his eyes turning scarlet: "Karin Jacques, trainee priest, it seems that we can only be enemies after all, sorry."

While speaking, his right hand was already pressing the head of the trainee priest's head. The stunned Karin Jacques couldn't help but close his eyes and silently recited three, two, one...

"boom--!!!!"

A deafening roar exploded in his ears, causing the frightened trainee priest to open his eyes suddenly, and then he saw that the red-haired young man in front of him also had a dull look on his face, staring in disbelief at the bloody gap that suddenly appeared on his chest.

This, this is...

Almost at the same time, the sounds of fighting suddenly came one after another around the ruins of the tavern, and the smoke and dust from the explosion continued to rise like falling dominoes, which was dizzying.

"Sneak attack!"

The red-haired young man with a sudden change of expression looked around and called the police to his companions who were not aware of the problem: "Clear the scene and evacuate immediately, we don't have time here..."

"boom--!!!!"

Another gunshot made him stop.

"I've already reminded you, why are you still blabbering here?"

The lazy words came closer step by step, and they were very impatient: "A scum should have the consciousness of a scum, why are you pretending to be a hero?"

Seeing that the upper half of his head was blown away to nothing, Karin Jacques looked back in disbelief and immediately saw the figure of the Chief Inquisitor walking towards this direction.

At this time, Cole Dorian was no longer as spotless as he was at the beginning: his hat was missing, and the leather trench coat on his body was in tatters, as if it had been burned by fire or hit by a stray bullet; his messy hair covered his face. The wound on his body only revealed his beast-like eyes, staring intently at the red-haired young man who was still standing and not falling.

Plop——

He kicked the headless corpse to the ground unceremoniously, and the Chief Inquisitor directly thrust the ax into the chest of the red-haired young man, stuck the muzzle of the gun in the body cavity and fired again; the burst of gun flames exploded from behind, causing shock. Countless blood holes instantly exploded in his body, spraying around like a shower.

Yes, it was just like a shower... When Karin Jacques thought of this idea, he suddenly wanted to laugh, but when he looked at the corpse on the ground, he couldn't laugh anymore.

While the trainee priest was stunned, the fighting around him was still intensifying and going on simultaneously.

Facing the sudden arrival of the Inquisitor, the assassins obviously did not want to delay too much and retreated decisively as soon as they came into contact. Some even took the initiative to stay behind to facilitate others to quickly leave the battlefield.

The judges of the Truth-Seeking Cult, who had just fought for most of the afternoon and ran for a long distance, had no intention of pursuing them, and simply drove the opponent away.

But Cole Dorian seems to be dissatisfied with this situation, but he is helpless - his advantage is only obtained through sneak attacks. If the two sides really fight on the same spot, they will be at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and physical strength. Bad judges don't have a 100% chance of winning.

He could only vent his full resentment on the red-haired young man who had almost leaked into the sieve. He pulled out the revolver and fired a few more shots at the heart. He turned to look at Karin Jacques, who was about to be frightened. "Hey, we meet again. Yes, Your Excellency, the novice priest."

"Well……"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to talk."

Without giving Karin Jacques a chance to speak, the unhappy Chief Inquisitor waved his hand and interrupted: "Time is urgent, I only need to know one thing..."

"Tell me, what is Anson Bach's next plan?!"

……………………

Inner city, Imperial Embassy.

The frightened Brandley gently opened the door and looked respectfully at the young man who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and concentrating: "Dear Machia, um... someone wants to see you."

"I know, she...has already come in, right?" The young man slowly lowered his gaze, and his calm face seemed to be saying something that was destined to happen:

"Bradley, from now on, no one is allowed to enter this room - remember, this is a kind reminder and not an order, otherwise, even you, I will not show any mercy; I promised the church not to It will hurt ordinary people, but there is a difference between promising not to hurt and being humiliated.”

"Yes Yes!"

The imperial ambassador did not dare to neglect, and quickly and hurriedly exited, revealing the figure standing behind the door: she was wearing a slightly larger three-cornered hat, a very fitting Clovis red and black military uniform and boots, and a backpack on her back. He had two rifles and his big blood-red eyes looked straight at the boy on the sofa.

Machia gently put down the cigar in his hand: "You are actually here."

"Yes." The girl smiled, lifted up her clothes as if dressed up, and curtsied to the boy: "Thalia August Rune, I have met Uncle Machia."

"I am here to bargain with you on my father's orders."