I will be crowned king

"boom--!!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, bright firelight shone in the streets and alleys on the moonless night, and the choking smoke mixed with gunfire drifted through the streets filled with garbage and exuding a foul smell.

Although the soldiers of the Storm Regiment have only recently completed their recruit training, their accuracy is really poor with the brand-new Leopold breech-loaded flintlock guns in their hands; but they have still improved a lot by relying on the narrow streets and uniform shooting. Less hit rate.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the gangsters who suffered heavy losses resisted tenaciously. Taking advantage of the sound of gunshots, they used horse-drawn carriages to block the streets and formed temporary barricades, while firing at them with a variety of firearms and storm groups. .

In the dark night and the absence of the leaders of the four gangs, the uncommanded gangsters had no idea what was going on - some thought it was just a "routine patrol" by the Guards, and some thought they had encountered someone coming. Among the "colleagues" who were robbing...only a few of the more perceptive ones noticed something unusual from the intense and outrageous firepower on the opposite side.

But even if they noticed something unusual, they would never have imagined that the people encircling and suppressing them were not some "peers" or "patrols" - but a reinforced infantry regiment with eight companies and a total strength of nearly ten times theirs!

Under the alternating sound of explosions and gunshots, the line infantry of the Storm Regiment advanced in an orderly manner into the deep alleys; in order to improve efficiency when "transporting goods", the gang's carriages and manpower were spread out, almost all over the place. All lanes around the military factory.

This may be convenient for escaping in the event of an accident, but it also means that once surrounded, over-dispersed manpower is almost impossible to be an opponent of the regular army.

As time passed, the gangsters who finally realized that they were surrounded began to fall into despair; one after another figures rushed out of the carriages and alleys in the thick smoke, shouting and charging towards the enemies in the dark, and then in the whole row, they Amid the platoon's lead bullets and cold guns, he collapsed helplessly in a pool of his own blood.

It wasn't until they advanced near the gate of the arsenal that the storm group encountered relatively strong resistance - relying on a few carriages to block the alley, they relied on the solid gate to start fighting back against the influx of line soldiers.

The rugged roads and muddy ground in the outer city greatly restricted the possibility of mobilizing artillery or concentrating troops; after barely squeezing through the streets where only two or three people could pass, the soldiers immediately ran into them before they had time to stand firm. at the gunpoint of gangsters who were several times their number.

"Storm—fix bayonets!"

After encountering several offensive setbacks, several enthusiastic officers who had just graduated from the military academy drew their sabers and led the soldiers to charge towards the factory gate.

The soldiers of the Storm Regiment, brandishing rifles and torches, charged from the alley, like a trickle of water. Under the chaotic and disorderly shooting of the gangsters and the interaction of volleys of guns behind them, they rushed towards the factory gate in a hail of bullets. .

Amidst the chaotic shouts of killing and gunpowder smoke, the casters who had been hiding among the random guns finally couldn't sit still, howling and rushing towards the line soldiers who were several times their size.

But what they don't know is that in addition to soldiers holding rifles and bayonets, the people participating in this encirclement and suppression operation tonight are also a group of guys they never want to meet...

"clang!"

Amidst the harsh collision of sharp blades, the lightless staff gun blocked the pale bone spur; Cole Dorian, who was almost stabbed in the neck, decisively pulled out the "dagger" - the standard issue of the Inquisitor, the extended and enlarged revolver - —Fire three shots at the Blood Mage.

One shot to the head, one shot to the head, one shot to the head.

The gunshot rang out, and the blood mage's ferocious face erupted with juice like a crushed orange, spraying all over the body of the inferior inquisitor; Cole Dorian spat, opened the bone spurs, and penetrated the chest with the cane gun in his right hand.

The tip of the spear hanging with heart fragments protruded from the blood mage's back, and his whole body hung limply on the gun body. A trace of sticky blood mixed with bone and meat residue spurted out from behind.

"Can't you pay more attention?"

The female inquisitor's cold complaints sounded from behind. The blood stains on her clothes made her frown slightly. Her scarlet eyes hidden under her tricorn hat and long hair suddenly looked behind her.

The gangster who was caught in the sight was shaken, his eyes bulged, and he let out a shrill scream as if an iron nail had been pierced into his head. He suddenly pointed the trumpet gun in his hand at his chin, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A pale pink blood mist exploded among the fighting crowd, mixed with minced meat scattered like raindrops, and disappeared silently.

"My dear Miss Sera Virgil, we are at war!"

Wiping the plasma on his face, Cole Dorian cursed and kept pulling the trigger at the figures in the chaos; the large-caliber lead bullet specially prepared for mutant monsters and blood mages smashed a bullet with incomparable precision. Another head:

"And to be honest, I think you are the least qualified among us to say that I am cruel!"

Pulling out the staff gun from the blood mage's body, the inferior inquisitor just raised his head when he saw a spellcaster on the opposite side suddenly raising his right hand towards this side.

Cole, who had no time to think, decisively hugged Sera behind him, pounced on the muddy ground and rolled quickly.

"boom--!"

The next second, the ground where the two men were standing exploded without warning, and flames shot up into the sky; the blood mage with his head smashed flew into the sky in the flames, and his corpses torn apart in the explosion were scattered all over the ground. .

In the blooming firelight, Sera, who was tightly held in Cole's arms, looked up expressionlessly, and the cold "dagger" roared in her right hand.

The conjurer, whose throat was shattered by a lead bullet, stopped with his right hand stretched out to his waist. He knelt down on the ground holding his bleeding throat, spitting out blisters like a dying fish, and the luster in his pupils gradually faded. dissipate.

Cole Dorian, who was almost killed by the explosion, breathed a sigh of relief... Most of these spell casters who were involved in gangs were only first or second level, they only knew one or two magics, and they could even master the most basic skills of the three major magics. .

For the Inquisition, level three is a threshold - spellcasters below level three belong to the "non-threat" category and will generally be "selectively ignored" unless necessary. Except for blood mages, spellcasters at this level are basically are still in the category of “ordinary people”.

Of course, regardless of whether they are "ordinary people" or not, at least everyone is still equal in front of the twelve-pounder infantry cannon.

The sound of fighting gradually subsided in the thick smoke. The soldiers of the Storm Regiment, who had repelled the gang's counterattack, did not continue the attack, but dispersed to both sides amidst the sound of bugles.

"What are they doing?"

With a confused expression, Cole stood up from the ground and shot a guy in the head who was pretending to be dead and wanted to sneak attack.

"I don't know, can you understand the Royal Army's bugle?" Sierra asked in a very skeptical tone.

"I've only been in the Storm Troop's camp for one day, can you please stop asking questions knowingly?"

As soon as Cole Dorian finished speaking, a harsh whistle suddenly sounded in the dark night - it was the summons signal between the inquisitors.

The two people's expressions changed suddenly and they looked at each other, then decisively turned around and ran away.

Under the gate of the military factory on the other side of the thick smoke, the gangsters who were huddled and hiding behind temporary barricades and walls suddenly discovered that the figures on the opposite side were retreating, so they immediately rushed out of the gate excitedly and tried to break out from the front.

"Everyone on position—fire!"

In the smoke-filled darkness, a hoarse voice sounded.

The next second, thunder echoed through the dome.

With the roar of shattering rubble, the entire factory gate, the surrounding walls, buildings and the entire street were blown into pieces; the crackling fire was mixed with the broken rubble, like the breath of a giant dragon rising into the sky!

The streets in the outer city were too narrow, so the "experienced" veterans and graduate officers who "thought they were very smart" in the Storm Regiment simply dragged the thirteen artillery pieces they brought into the buildings on both sides of the street. Instead of clearing the obstacles and street walls in front of them, they opened fire directly in the direction of the factory gate.

The effect...beyond everyone's imagination.

Because most of these graduate officers have not even had time to do internships, and most of the veterans usually work in security companies - the result is that these people have no idea about the power of artillery, and they don't know what the thirteen infantry cannons are. What a concept.

"boom--!!!!"

Twelve-pound shrapnel exploded in the air, and countless small lead bullets flew through the crowd; the gangster who rushed at the front was instantly torn into pieces by the torrential rain of projectiles. His limbs and broken arms were flying in the air. When they landed on the ground, only The lower half of the palm is intact.

Carrying a scream that tore through the air, the hot solid bullets split the crowd into two amid screams and wails; the hot bullets tore into pieces all the flesh and blood they touched, leaving only blood everywhere.

Cole and Sera, who were lying on the ground, completely hid their bodies under the corpse. They gritted their teeth and did not even dare to raise their heads. In their ears, they could only hear the eardrum-shattering roar and countless tragic sounds. Screaming; loud noises came from the trembling ground again and again, as if this was not the capital of Clovis but the deepest part of purgatory.

The line soldiers hiding under the street wall were stunned on the spot - according to the original order, they should shoot enemies who might break out of the artillery fire under the cover of artillery.

But now it seems that this is no longer necessary. Many people are even worried that they will be accidentally injured by the artillery behind them, and they fall to the ground holding their heads in fear.

According to Anson's previous plan - a one-minute rapid bombardment of the Leiden Arsenal, with each artillery firing at least four shells - when the gunfire ended, there were no factory gates left among the smoke-filled ruins, and there were no half-baked shells left. The shadow of a gangster.

Some are just ruins everywhere, burning embers, choking smoke... plus the broken limbs and bones covering all the craters and bottom edges.

Cole Dorian, who looked like he was about to survive a disaster, got up from the ground, panting heavily, staring blankly at the purgatory-like scene in front of him, and turned to look at Sera:

"I suddenly felt...maybe what Archbishop Luther Franz said before made sense. We are moving towards a new era."

"Perhaps within a few years, our group of talented people will be of little use and will be replaced by machines that carry explosives and cannons and are driven by steam cores."

"Perhaps by that day, the Old God Sect can live in peace with the Church of Order, and you won't have to live this kind of life under surveillance."

The embarrassed female inquisitor climbed out of the pile of corpses with an indifferent expression, expressing her complete lack of interest in Cole's "future fantasy" with her silence.

Just as the two of them looked at each other, the Inquisitor's silver whistle sounded in the distance again - Lisa Bach, the skirmishers of the Storm Regiment, and the Inquisitors of the Truth Seeking Order had already breached the perimeter of the arsenal and were gradually Destroy the enemy.

Compared with the frontal attack, which was carried out steadily and even at the expense of using thirteen infantry cannons against an enemy who was only in his early 100s, this skirmisher who was responsible for attacking from behind could be called "efficient".

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by two solid bullets shattering the warehouse door, the little girl took advantage of her height advantage - she was short - and rushed into the factory first, stabbing the sentry in the head with a bayonet before he turned around.

The gangsters who followed in the chaos encountered a similar situation to the factory security guards before: they heard the gunfire, but didn't know what happened, and when they figured out what happened, it was too late.

Most of them only had time to see a little girl wearing an ill-fitting military uniform and military boots, carrying a rifle taller than her, rushing toward them at a speed that could only see the afterimage, and then...

Well, there is no more.

Similar scenes were constantly being staged in factories with alternating gunshots. The skirmishers who rushed into the factory could not even find the enemy confronting them. After the round of shooting, Lisa's small figure had already rushed to the opposite face. After a few screams, there was no movement on the other side.

The inquisitors who followed were stunned - as expatriates of the Truth-seeking Order, they had always thought that no one in the world should be better at surprise tactics than them; the scene in front of them was simply the Ring of Order using reality to punish them. He slapped them in the face, and then quietly told them:

You are worse than a little girl.

"cover me!"

Screams rang out, and several panicked judges immediately drew their guns and fired rapidly at the opposite side.

The girl who was running wildly in the hail of bullets threw away her rifle that was empty of bullets, and faced the gangster who was so desperate that he was shooting wildly on the opposite side. She jumped up, held the bayonet behind her hands and jumped into the opponent's arms.

"Snapped!"

The dying gangster was roughly pulled to his feet by Lisa. His childish and cute face looked like a devil in the eyes of the other party:

"Say! Where is Anson?!"

………………

"Well, eleven o'clock sharp... it should be almost there."

In the ruins that were about to collapse, Anson looked at the "ticking" pointer on his pocket watch, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

According to his plan, the storm group should be attacking the gate of the military factory now. The enemy's attention should be all there, and he will be absolutely safe in a short period of time.

Next, just use this gap to sneak out of the factory, call in heavy artillery and directly blow up the entire military factory, kill all the elites of the four gangs in one go, and kill all the survivors who see you casting spells.

Perfect!

Putting the pocket watch in his pocket, Anson opened his eyes with a proud expression, turned around and walked towards the door behind him.

Then, he froze at the door:

"How come you...came so fast?"