I will be crowned king

A crisp knock on the door interrupted the conversation between Anson and Sera, although the two had entered a state of silence a few minutes ago looking at each other, and their communication from verbal to physical eyes had risen to a purely spiritual level.

After hesitating for a moment, the female judge took the initiative to open the door. When she saw the visitor, her pupils shrank slightly and her expression was serious:

"...are you finally back?"

"Hey, has Lisa been gone for a long time?"

The girl who was questioned tilted her head and looked at Anson on the sofa behind her: "But Sister Talia said it didn't take much time at all?"

"Yes, yes... maybe she also remembered it wrong." Anson stood up quickly, smiled slightly, and took the girl into the room before the female judge: "Lisa must be tired after being out for so long, right?"

"Um!"

The girl nodded seriously, feeling dizzy and completely losing her usual agility: "I don't know why, it feels like I had a long dream. My body is very tired, and... very hungry."

"Take a good rest when you are tired, and stop running around." While comforting the girl, Anson gave the female inquisitor another look, and the latter glanced at the door behind him warily, confirming again and again that there was no problem. Then he closed the door.

"I will tell Mrs. Bognar to prepare dinner early, and brother Christian will come to accompany you later; Lisa is a good girl, and a good girl should not cause trouble to her friends and family."

"Okay, Lisa is a good girl."

Although she was no longer as innocent as before, the girl still valued this "title" very much. She didn't say anything more and returned to her room obediently.

"Ah, that's right." As if she suddenly remembered it, Lisa's dizzy little head suddenly popped out from behind the door: "Sister Thalia also said something, asking Lisa to convey it to Anson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anson and the female judge looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"what did she say?"

"Say..." The girl recalled it seriously:

"It's over, but only temporarily...well, that's it."

After saying that, regardless of whether the two understood it or not, they closed the door to themselves, threw themselves on the bed, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep.

Outside the loud snoring door, the two of them fell into silence at the same time.

After a moment, Anson took a deep breath and looked at Sera who was thoughtful: "Let's go."

"……What?"

"Lisa has made it very clear that the matter is over...although it is temporary." Anson said seriously: "The next thing left for us is the final finishing work."

"Why not go to the scene together and witness with your own eyes how this farce ends."

While teasing like this, Anson directly passed over the female inquisitor and pushed open the door forcefully.

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"boom--!!!!"

The screams that tore through the air echoed in the endless darkness, and the hot lead bullets spurted out, turning into fireworks in the middle of the night.

Machiavelli looked up in slight surprise at the man wielding a flintlock ax in front of him. The original fear and panic in the man's eyes had disappeared, replaced by pure and crazy killing intent.

How could it be... Although he did deliberately hold back his hand, could a mere talented person get rid of physiological restrictions and regain control of his body so easily?

This is inevitable...

It's become interesting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Cordorian, who roared at the top of his voice and had a distorted expression, venting his inner fear and inferiority, had fallen into boundless madness.

He once thought that he had the consciousness to surpass Captain Lawrence, and that even if he was abandoned by the Holy See, he could still lead Judge Clovis to protect the faith on his own; but when the reality was put in front of him, the seemingly noble idea suddenly became Ridiculous.

Captain Lawrence...that Captain Lawrence who was blown into a pulp in front of the Blasphemous Mage, who endured countless extreme negative emotions and still stood firm, was a mountain that he could not possibly climb.

Cole believed that Clovis's inquisitor must have someone who was stronger than the always cautious Captain Lawrence; but no one... no inquisitor could give everyone an almost unlimited sense of security like him.

Even if he obtains the title of Chief Inquisitor, even if he obtains the title of Sera Vergil... he still cannot surpass him and gain the qualifications to be on par with him.

At least... at least he can take his place and continue to protect Clovis and the Truth-seeking Order; even if it is completely destroyed, it can still continue with the honorary inheritance of the guardian of faith.

But even such a humble wish was destroyed by the guy in front of him.

What calmness and rationality are meaningless! There is only one thing he has to do, and that is to ruthlessly ravage and crush the person in front of him!

"boom--!!!!"

There was another roar, the hot and smoking flint hair ax roared again, and the gun flame instantly covered Machiavel's petite figure.

"It's a meaningless move. Wasn't my expression clear enough?" The slightly bowed boy asked, "You can't cause any harm to me at all. Accepting your own death happily is the best ending for you."

But at this moment, the flint-haired ax emitting red light tore through the thick white gunpowder smoke, and the ax blade pierced directly towards His eyebrows.

Ding--

Machia raised his right hand, and gently touched the tip of the axe with his slender index finger; no matter how hard Cole tried, he could not go any further.

This is within the realm of Machia's laws. In other words, as long as you think about it, you can distort the real laws of nature at any time to become what he wants. The possibility that conventional means can harm an apostle with a fully opened realm is very slim.

But Cole didn't care.

With crazy eyes, he only had endless killing intent in his mind... When the frontal attack was blocked, he decisively dodged sideways, and at the same time pulled out the Inquisitor's revolver from behind, and continued to kill like a wild beast.

“Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!!!!”

The firelight flickered in the darkness, and the lead bullets that could shatter the head were blocked by Machiya one by one with his fingers, as if he was conducting a beautiful chorus calmly.

He didn't attack either, and just continued to receive Cole's attacks, retreating, moving, and turning around, staring intently at that extremely crazy face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Cole roared at the top of his voice, completely abandoning his extremely cautious fighting style in the past, and launched attacks again and again with pure wild instinct, with a ferocity that even surpassed many Wild Hunt knights.

As a gifted person of the Holy Grail Knight, the power of Cole Dorian's blood is that as long as he is not injured, his physical fitness is more than three times the peak of ordinary people, and there is no startup cost.

The only restriction is that he cannot be injured. The more damage he suffers, the weaker his strength will be in proportion; but the Holy Grail Knight's vitality is second only to the Wild Hunt Knight, and nearly fatal injuries to ordinary people would not hurt Cole at all. itch.

So relying on the advantage of his bloodline power and his desperate fighting posture, it seemed that he even succeeded in suppressing Machia, and it was a completely one-sided crushing!

"Why are you so persistent?"

The young man's voice sounded again, and at the same time he looked at the crazy figure in front of him with confusion: "Ten thousand steps back, even if you kill me, your subordinates will not be able to be resurrected."

"you shut up!"

Cole roared crazily, and the ferocious ax blade fell straight from the top of his head, even if the flaws in his body were exposed, he did not leave any room for it.

Although he is angry, he is also desperately looking for ways to hurt the other party: since the field of law does not directly force him to commit suicide, it means that this power is not absolute, and the opportunity still exists!

"It's really unreasonable... You clearly know that begging me is the only way to bring your subordinates back to life." Machia shook his head:

"My law is 'wishes'... As long as it is a wish, it is possible to come true, no matter how absurd it sounds."

"After all...only things that are incredible and absolutely impossible to achieve by one's own strength can be called 'wish'...right?"

The moment the words fell, Cole, who was extremely mad with anger, hesitated.

Although it was only for a moment, it did not prevent him from wielding the flintlock ax again and pulling the trigger at Machia... But the hesitation in that moment was extremely real; even if it was only a little, his heart armed with anger showed a flaw. .

A sinister smile appeared on the boy's lips.

Yes, this is the weakness that human beings, as lower beings, can never get rid of; their own powerlessness leads to always struggling in vain on helpless things, pinning their hopes on an existence that they cannot control at all and cannot be determined.

Grasping this point, no matter how firm and unshakable you pretend to be, you will become a slave at the mercy of others.

"Yes... In fact, we are not enemies at all. From the very beginning, there has been no conflict between you and me." Machia dodged Cole Dorian's attack while continuing to follow the temptation:

"This is a misunderstanding and a wrong judgment. It is extremely ridiculous for you to think that I am an accomplice of the assassins who attacked you; I do not belong to any camp, I just kept my promise."

"Now...in order to ease the conflict between you and me, I can make a small concession, such as..." The young man deliberately prolonged his words: "Grante one of your wishes."

"No matter how ridiculous the wish is, as long as you ask, I will realize it, really; I will never deceive people who make wishes to me. In my eyes, you are all equal, and your wishes should be fulfilled. of."

"Come, say your wish, say...what you desire."

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Outer city, Jiuqiang Street.

After getting the "truth" from his father, a heavy-minded Ludwig came to the outer city, intending to personally suppress this unprovoked riot.

Now that we know for sure that we can't get the truth from the traitors, we can directly torture the assassins who are actually responsible for the operation - even if there are ninety-nine hard-nosed people among a hundred people, the last one will always be able to dig out something.

There really isn't one, so it doesn't really matter... The evidence can be invented and created. After being tortured, you don't have to say whatever you want. It's not difficult to make the empire take the blame. .

After all, even if the information is really dug up, the other party will definitely refuse to admit it to death; this kind of "truth" has always been enough for one's own people to believe it.

But the situation... seemed to be beyond his expectation.

"What are you talking about? The judge of the Truth Seeking Order has already taken the first step?"

Ludwig, who looked slightly ugly, looked forward to Roman and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't they intercept the scattered attackers in various communities before? Why did they suddenly go to rescue the Leiden Military Factory again?"

"It seems that while chasing the fleeing attackers, I accidentally discovered that the opponent was besieging the Leiden Military Factory." Roman said solemnly: "That is a factory just controlled by the Ministry of War. There are a large number of important mechanical facilities in it; if you are injured due to the battle, If it’s damaged, I’m afraid it will have a big impact.”

Ludwig twitched his lips, he didn't care about the impact, but now that the Truth Seeking Order has taken over, he has no chance to end directly; according to the consistent tradition of the inquisitors, I am afraid there will be no survivors in the end. .

"There is nothing we can do... Now that the Inquisitor has taken control of the scene, let's do the next best thing." Ludwig couldn't help but sigh and said: "Tell the police on Whitehall Street to seal off the surrounding communities, absolutely Can’t…huh?”

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Roman was obviously hesitant to speak, and the ruling lord's expression became even more ugly: "No, it won't be right?"

"I'm afraid it's exactly as you guessed." The loyal adjutant said solemnly: "There were originally Storm Legion troops stationed in that military factory... Not only that, their two infantry regiments have blocked all surrounding communities. We drove away all the residents on the streets; if our people want to get close to the scene, they probably have to get permission from the other party."

Ludwig Franz: "..."

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In the darkness, the corners of Machia's lips began to rise uncontrollably as he continued to seduce him, waiting for the other party to give up resistance, pray for forgiveness, and satisfy his unattainable wish.

But...the expected picture was slightly different from reality.

"puff--"

The hot ax blade cut off the young man's fingers like tearing through butter, then stabbed straight forward along the back of the hand, splitting the entire white and smooth arm into two halves; the melted flesh and blood was burned under the light of the fire. Burned into stinking coke.

And all this only happened in an instant... so fast that the boy didn't even notice it immediately, and the blazing fire rushed down his arms to his torso, almost igniting his whole body.

"How is it, how does the pain feel?"

Cole, who was almost crazy, stared at the astonished Machia, and raised the ax blade again: "Didn't you ask me what I want? My wish is very simple, and there is only one..."

"...That is, the power of the hunting god!"