I will be crowned king

Kor Dorian roared with all his strength, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck and forehead popped out one by one, and spread from the collar to the whole body... The blood flowed along the cuffs to the hot flintlock ax, and the barrel and ax were filled with a faint scent. Dark red smoke.

No, if this continues, it seems that the body is almost on the verge of reaching its limit... Staring at Machia, who has still not recovered from the shock of being cut off by his arm, Cole secretly thought in his heart.

At this time, he didn't care about life and death at all, but the current situation was that his body might have collapsed in advance before he could kill the apostle in front of him.

It is considered a good thing to "split" on the spot, and it is not impossible that no bones are left.

At least we must persist until Machiavel is defeated and he temporarily loses the power to threaten the city of Clovis.

At least, we must seize His flaws so that those who come after do not have to make meaningless sacrifices.

At least……

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

With a hoarse roar, the flint-haired ax swirling with blood mist glowed red and struck the astonished young man with great force.

Machia, who was about to be split in half, still stood there. It seemed that the arm that had just been torn into pieces was not enough to make him fear the lower life in front of him. He just silently raised his remaining left hand and beat it lightly. A snap of fingers.

Snapped--

Along with the crisp sound echoing in my mind, it suddenly started raining in the bottomless darkness; it was biting cold rain that made people shiver.

Colton, who was instantly soaked, felt that his restless emotions were soothed...no, deprived!

"clang--!"

The heavy ax blade hit the young man who was only half a step away. The latter took half a step away unhurriedly, with cold and mocking eyes that were wet, and his eyes were in a daze like the chief judge of Reservoir Dogs.

Even so, Cole found that he still couldn't feel any anger, or should be said that he couldn't feel any emotions.

When he was very young, he had seen many inquisitors who relied on laudanum to resist fear and negative emotions, and to remain calm in front of spellcasters and monsters from the Old Gods; some of them could control the dosage by willpower, but most of them could only Will be completely addicted to the comfort of laudanum in infinite fear.

The biggest side effect of this kind of emergency medicine is that once you become addicted and actively withdraw from it, your mood will completely collapse... there will be no happiness, no sadness, no pain, nothing, and you will live in a state of confusion without knowing whether to die; even in order to regain a little bit of "fear" "There are also many people who try to commit suicide due to their emotions.

Cole feels that his current situation is very similar to that of addicts who are in withdrawal.

The Inquisitor's revolver roared again, but the screaming lead bullet missed the young man's body. Cole, who was struggling to regain his energy, wanted to refill the gun, but the second snap of the young man's fingers was immediately heard in his ears.

In an instant, he only had time to feel a strong dizziness, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball. After landing, he rolled more than a dozen times before stopping, and the flintlock ax was also thrown aside.

Poof... Cole spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. While struggling to get up, he groped for the flintlock ax in the dark, and supported himself with the muzzle of the gun before he stood firm.

"Did you see...this is my domain, my law." The young man said calmly, spreading his hands to both sides: "So what if you catch a little flaw? The air you breathe, the power of fighting, all It's under my control; I can't even decide whether to be angry, sad, happy, excited..."

"Do you still think you have any chance of winning in this situation, Cole Dorian?"

"Recognize the fact that you are an inferior being as soon as possible, and accept death obediently. That ending is the happiest choice for you..."

"You, don't fart over there..." The soaked chief judge raised his eyes and said with a cold voice.

It was clear that the opponent was right in front of him, and there was a possibility of hurting him, but there was no fighting spirit in his heart... He was not calm, but he almost had no motivation to live anymore.

If this continues, let alone revenge, I might really choose to commit suicide by swallowing a gun, right?

In this case……

"boom--!"

Through the darkness illuminated by the gunfire, a flash of surprise flashed through Machia's eyes again: "You..."

"It's just rain, but you want to stop the descendants of 'Dorian the Executioner'?" Cole Dorian, who was dripping with blood and had only half of his left arm broken off, looked miserable in pain and raised his head tremblingly, twisted and ferocious. A smile appeared on his cheek:

"Don't underestimate...Dignity...Clovis's...Chief Inquisitor!"

In the extreme pain, a low roar seemed to explode directly in the chest.

In order to be sure to hit the caster's head with one shot, the power of the Inquisitor's revolver is far beyond that of ordinary firearms; even if it just grazed the body, it would be easy to break the arm from the joints.

But the pain was not enough to make Cole Dorian, who had experienced countless battles, feel unbearable; so... he directly pressed the muzzle of the gun into his palm.

The pain that penetrates the forearm, breaks the bones, and makes the entire arm "explode" in front of your eyes is enough to make you faint.

On the other hand, if you are still awake, the mental load caused by that moment is enough for a recovering addict to regain the feeling of being "alive".

The Chief Inquisitor, dragging his bloody severed arm with a fierce look in his eyes, attacked again.

"As far as I know, the power of your bloodline is inversely proportional to the severity of the injury you endure."

Slowly dodging an attack that was more powerful than before, Machia said calmly: "Exchanging pain for sobriety is indeed decisive, but... only for you, it seems to be extremely disadvantageous."

"boom--!!!!"

He was answered by the roar of the flint-haired axe.

With only his right arm left, Cole could no longer reload, and the heavy flintlock ax once again became the guillotine wielded by the executioner; this time he chose to bite the boy tightly, not giving the other side any chance to snap his fingers.

"You don't mistakenly think that I have to snap my fingers to cast a spell, right?" For the first time, the young man laughed dumbly: "You are so innocent and cute, I like you more and more."

"Perhaps letting you die here is a serious mistake... The most appropriate choice is to destroy your faith, let you see clearly the face of the false god, and embark on the path of evolution..."

For a moment, Machia's eyes became serious, as if he saw the treasure he wanted.

But then the ax blade fell, and the pale-faced Cole Dorian stared with a fierce gaze, almost crazy and slashing continuously.

Five minutes... no, three minutes. If it continues like this, there is no need for Machia to take action personally. The chief inquisitor who has exhausted his last bit of strength will die of anger.

This is clear to both.

Looking at the crazy expression, the boy's smile became more and more obvious; and the only response was a merciless slash.

"puff--"

The roaring flint-haired ax hit Machia's shoulder. Feeling the texture from the ax blade, Cole's smile became more ferocious; he could actually faintly feel that there seemed to be something more deep in his heart, but this At this moment, he no longer cares about so much... He holds the flint hair ax tightly with his remaining right arm, and puts all his strength into the center of the sharp blade.

Puff puff--

The ax blade split open the shoulder blade and tore into the boy's flesh and blood. Dark red blood spurted out, dyeing Cole's eyes red.

But Machiya, who was still smiling, didn't care at all. He even dipped the plasma on his body with interest and put it in his mouth to taste. It didn't look like he was about to die from massive blood loss.

On the other side, Cole Dorian, who was already weak to the edge of his limit, was trembling; the fierce battle just now and the loss of his left arm had exhausted most of his strength - due to the power of his blood, his strength in this regard was The reaction is even more obvious than that of most talented people.

"Cole, Cole, poor Cole." The young man smiled and shook his head: "How should I put it? You are indeed brave and know how to seize opportunities. It is no exaggeration to say that my evaluation of you even surpasses that friend. ; When living in a different place, he will never be as good as you."

"But...that's where it ends."

He lightly patted the ax blade on his shoulder, with a bit of relief in his smile: "Unfortunately, this is the limit of what you can do."

"Although I gained the power to hunt apostles by exploiting loopholes, I forgot the most crucial step: for a conjurer, the body is just a shell, and the laws of the domain are my essence; if you want to kill me, You must deny me first.”

"But as you got the power to hurt the apostle from me, how can you deny me who gave you the power?"

"..." Cole, who was trembling all over, said nothing and just held the handle of the flintlock ax tightly.

Although I didn't expect such an ending at all, when I really have no choice but to face the final ending, I can still feel unreasonable fear in my heart.

"At least, you achieved an unprecedented achievement...with a mortal body, you made the apostles bleed."

Machia comforted softly, and slowly pressed her right hand on Cole's head: "With this pride, say goodbye to the world that has disappointed you, Cole."

He was specifically called by his first name. The chief judge vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a very noble "respectful title" among spellcasters...

The young man did not take action immediately, but hesitated for a moment, which even gave Cole time to make a number in his mind: nine, eight, seven, six...

Five, four, three...

Two, one...

"boom--!!!!"

Amidst the gunshots that pierced the eardrums, the darkness surrounding the surroundings suddenly fluctuated violently.

Um? !

Under Cole's surprised gaze, the young man suddenly let go of his right hand on top of his head and looked behind him solemnly.

"Indeed... Only by cracking the law itself can we pose a threat to an apostle of curse magic." The faint words echoed in the darkness:

"So the only thing that can really threaten a conjurer is another conjurer... right?"

Anson Bach? !

The moment this name came to mind, countless pale golden lights pierced the darkness like the morning sun, making Cole couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"But... it seems too exaggerated for a mere conjurer to hurt the apostle." The self-deprecating laughter was accompanied by the sound of the revolver being loaded, and he was gradually approaching:

"But if there is a judge with the power to hunt down apostles, then..."

"...The situation is not certain!"

After those extremely arrogant words fell, Machia's expression instantly became extremely ugly.

boom--

The gunfire rang out, and the ordinary lead bullet scratched the boy's temples, leaving blood marks on his face that were deep enough to see the bones.

"I see." Machiya said coldly, "Planning rules, right?"

"Completely correct."

While speaking, Anson, who was wearing a three-cornered hat and a gray military coat, had raised his revolver again: "Thanks to the sacrifices of all the judges, all the prerequisites have been met... The lead bullets with the 'Law of Planning' attached have been Enough to warp your realm.”

With a confident smile, Anson pulled the trigger again.

"boom--!!!!"

This time, he aimed for the heart.

Blood blossomed on his chest. Finally, the expression of the young man who was not as careless as before was no longer distorted. He immediately tried to dodge, but...

Click——

The cold flint hair ax was still stuck on his shoulder.

"Although I don't know...what exactly is going on..." Cole Dorian's voice was very weak, and he couldn't even speak clearly:

"But as long as I don't let go, the guy on the other side... can kill you... right?!"

Machia's pupils suddenly shrank.

At the same time, the third lead bullet had also hit the boy, this time...in the temple.

"Boom!"

The head of the boy who was hit jerked to the side, blood mixed with messy things spurted out from the hole in the head, and his body began to tremble violently like Cole Dorian.

But that’s not enough to kill Him!

"Apostles are completely different from ordinary spellcasters. They have been completely integrated with the laws. Just cracking your laws will only cause you harm at most." While speaking, Anson had stopped and said, At the same time, he threw the revolver in his hand on the ground: "The only way to destroy it is to deny Him."

"So smart, Anson Bach..." Machia suddenly laughed. He struggled to lift his trembling head, and his eyes could no longer focus:

“Did He also tell you all these things?!”

However, Anson did not intend to pay attention to it and continued to talk to himself: "I am also a spell caster, and I cannot deny the evolved life at a higher level than me, so... Cole."

The chief judge understood instantly.

"The apostle of magic, Machias..."

Holding back the pain and weakness, Cole said in a trembling voice: "...you...you may have had great ideals, you may have had conscience and kindness..."

"...But the power of hypocrisy made you betray yourself, and heretical beliefs led you astray. You regarded unnatural mutations as evolution, and regarded inhuman existence as a symbol of greatness..."

"I, Cole Dorian, declare here the authority granted to me by the only true god in the world, the Ring of Order..."

"Your fall ends here!"

"I will atone for your sins!"