I will be crowned king

Twenty-three twenty-five minutes, the palace.

The harsh Inquisitor's whistle echoed under the dim starry sky, from far to near, short and long, continuous.

"We're in trouble."

In the middle of the deserted fountain garden, Judge Chanis raised his head and looked towards the direction where the whistle came from, his face shrouded in smoke became solemn:

"It seems like the Knights of Judgment... they don't seem to be planning to keep their previous promises and are preparing to take action in advance; Cole Dorian asked us to save time and fight as quickly as possible."

"Saving, saving time? Quick victory?!"

The black-robed priest trembled all over and looked around in fear: "We are almost... no! We are already in the enemy's base camp. How can we win this battle quickly?"

Louis on the side did not speak, but the slight frown was enough to prove that although he was not afraid, he still agreed with Karin Jacques's idea.

As for Lisa...the girl holding Borney in her hand and covered in weapons is fearless.

Chanis closed his eyes while biting an old pipe, and the psychedelic smoke slowly flowed out of the cigarette holder as the corners of his mouth moved.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes and turned to look at the young knight behind him: "Can you determine the exact location where the Elf King is being held?"

"I don't know." Louis said truthfully:

"But I have been to all the places in the palace that can be used to hold important prisoners, including important warehouses and some remote rooms, and I still remember them!"

Chanis nodded slightly: "If we search them all, how long will it take at the fastest?"

"All..." Louis thought quickly for a moment:

"It will take at least two... no, about an hour and a half."

"Half an hour—thirty minutes!"

Chanis was hoarse and said in a deep voice that could not be rejected: "I can only give you thirty minutes, this is the upper limit!"

Louis was shocked, and after a moment of astonishment, he immediately said seriously: "Okay!"

"Wait...I didn't understand!"

The huddled-up black-robed priest looked at the two people who suddenly became serious, and suddenly became even more panicked: "Thirty minutes... what are you two going to do - aren't you going to throw me out as bait?!"

"It's definitely a bait."

Chanis turned around and grinned, with a calm and indifferent expression. In the eyes of desperate Karin Jacques, it was as if he wanted to eat him: "But not you."

"well?"

The black-robed priest was startled, tears drifted in his eyes, and then he shrank back.

Chanis, with the corner of his mouth turned up, had already stood up, with the cold scythe on his shoulder, leaving a long shadow on his cheek under the starlight.

"I can only help you attract their attention as much as possible, but there must be a lot of missing debris blocking the way; you can avoid them as much as you can, but if you can't avoid them, fight them quickly!"

"If the Elf King is not here, do your best to kill all the Old Gods you see; if he is there, protect him as soon as possible to join Anson Bach and then retreat. Don't think too much about anything else."

The judge, who did not look back, said coldly to Louis behind him: "Remember, don't be deceived by their appearance and words - no matter how similar they are, they are no longer humans or elves; they are no longer humans or elves; , is the Old God Sect.”

"And the Old Gods...must die!"

The moment the words fell, the temperature nearby suddenly went cold; the exquisite marble fountain froze instantly, and the flowers in the garden quickly shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The weak light suddenly disappeared, and even the starry sky above began to distort; strange shadows appeared from all directions, dragging the four people into the darkness where they could not see their fingers.

"We have been discovered?!" the black-robed priest screamed hysterically.

"We've been discovered a long time ago!"

Chanis growled and took out his own gun from his arms. The shape is basically the same as the "Dagger" revolver. The only difference is the longer and thicker barrel:

"Do you think they won't know that a similar species has entered your own territory - His Excellency Karin Jacques?!"

The black-robed priest immediately stopped shouting.

Slowly raising the revolver and holding a pipe in his mouth, the inquisitor pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of instinct in the dark like an experienced hunter, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The dazzling gun flame lit up the darkness, and also reflected the ferocious figure approaching.

"Remember, thirty minutes - you only have so much time!"

Chanis roared, and while frantically pulling the trigger with his left hand, he swung down the scythe in his right hand; the cold scythe blade penetrated the elf blood mage's torso directly from the shoulder, biting the opponent's flesh like the fangs of a ferocious beast.

Woo——! ! ! !

The piercing whistle sounded, and the blood mage, who was vomiting blood, opened his eyes in disbelief - the speed of his flesh and blood growth was completely suppressed by the speed of steam dissolution.

"You...you..."

The moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt a hot iron pipe being inserted into his mouth.

"boom!"

The gun flames exploded, and the headless corpse slipped from the sickle blade bit by bit, and was evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the darkness around them didn't recede - it was clear there was more than one of them.

"Let's go!"

Without hesitation, the three people immediately turned around and ran away; the desperate black-robed priest screamed in agony, and Louis grabbed his collar and followed him like a rag. Lisa on the side had already rushed in front of the two of them, carrying her beloved Bo on her back. Ernie pulled out two revolvers from the holster on his thigh.

This extremely chaotic battle situation was as smooth as a fish in water for the Storm Division Guard Captain.

"Chong wow!"

The girl who shouted loudly moved her short legs quickly, and the revolvers in her hands roared like an angel holding a kerosene lamp in the dark night.

One left and one right, the "light" flickering on and off, combined with the notes of lead bullets breaking bones, penetrating the body, and tearing flesh and blood, illuminated the way forward for the companions behind him.

Looking at the petite figure in front of him "opening the way" for himself and the black-robed priest, for a moment, Louis suddenly understood why Arthur was in a stimulated state - if it was him who encountered him, the situation would probably be different. How much better than him.

So are all people named Bach so incredible?

Although he knows that now is not the time for small talk, and it seems very rude...if someone is still here, the young knight really wants to discuss this issue with him.

"Turn left, this way!"

The bright silver sword light split the oncoming tentacle in two. Louis, who shouted loudly, let go of the collar of the black-robed priest, turned around and hugged the girl's body, and rushed towards the palace along the corridor.

He kicked open the door. After seeing Karin Jacques crawling in, Louis immediately locked the door with his backhand. At the moment it was closed, the girl he hugged didn't forget to bite open a grenade. , and threw it along the crack of the door to the corridor outside.

"boom--!!!!"

Following a loud noise, there was immediate silence outside the door.

The three people with different expressions turned their heads and looked at the empty palace corridor in front of them.

Underfoot is a carpet that is so soft that you might be stepping on clouds. On both sides are closed doors one after another. Warm and soft candle lights are lit, reflecting various murals on the walls and ceilings. , looks so lively and lively.

It was empty, without a soul, and no footsteps or even breathing could be heard.

"Safe?!" Karin Jacques looked happy.

"No, no." The young knight holding the girl was still very nervous, and the long knife in his hand always pointed forward:

“I’ve been here before, and the murals on the walls here at that time were not these!”

"well?!"

Before he finished speaking, all the warm candlelight was extinguished.

In the darkness, the frightened priest in black robe suddenly seemed to feel something. He turned his head to the wall beside him tremblingly and looked at the "lifelike" murals.

In the mural full of religious atmosphere, the knight wielding a sword and the demon pierced by his sword "looked back" at the same time, looked at the frightened black-robed priest, and blinked.

Scarlet eyes.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

The screams echoed in the darkness, and hundreds of evil gods, knights, saints, spellcasters... seemed to have broken the barrier between the two worlds, struggling crazily and pouring out of the mural.

Just when the black-robed priest was about to be torn into pieces, the girl who was being held broke away from Louis' arms and stabbed the eyes of the "Saint" and the "Evil God" with a bayonet backhand. The blood was like a punctured water balloon. Like spraying out.

"Run!"

With a backhand knife, he tore open the neck of the oncoming "knight". Louis shouted anxiously behind him: "There should be a black mage nearby - we have fallen into its preset illusion trap!"

"Do you still need to remind me?!"

The black-robed priests were crying hysterically and running desperately for their lives; countless murals were still rushing out from the walls and ceilings, growing wildly like endless weeds.

The gunshots continued to explode. Louis, who was at the forefront, matched the rhythm of the girl pulling the trigger, alternately dancing the blade with his hands, opening a path in the darkness.

But soon, Louis discovered something strange.

"We can't get out!"

"Nonsense, don't you think you discovered it a bit late?!"

While running wildly, the pale-faced Karin Jacques screamed: "This is the black mage's trap. As long as we can't catch the black mage who uses illusions, we will never escape!"

As the black magic that is best at spying on people's hearts among the three major magics, almost all spellcasters who are good at it are very good at creating illusions, using "situations" that combine virtuality and reality and the deepest fears in the opponent's heart to defeat the enemy from the spiritual level.

If Anson were here, he would definitely feel very familiar, and he could even easily point out the flaw in this black magic - back in the basement of Clovis Cathedral, Professor Mace Honnard's apprentice Blown once used a textbook-like method to His smooth spellcasting showed him how a black mage fought.

"How to crack it?!"

The bright silver blade split the "evil god" in two, and dark red plasma mixed with disgusting pus spurted out from the opponent's mouth.

"It's very simple, find the black mage!" Karin Jacques screamed:

"Kill him or interrupt him, whichever you want will do - the other party is just a beginner spell caster, and it is very laborious to manipulate such a large illusion!"

"How do you know he is a beginner?"

"Nonsense, if you blasphemed the mage, we would be finished long ago!"

"Then how to find him?"

"How do I know? If I knew, I would still need it..."

"There he is!"

The girl who kept pulling the trigger suddenly shouted, pointing the revolver at the motionless wall on the left.

"Um?!"

The two people who were arguing looked startled at the same time.

At this moment, countless cracks suddenly appeared around the dark corridor, and then they shattered like glass.

boom--

Without any warning, all the surrounding murals were annihilated, and the three of them fell into darkness at the same time.

But before they could adapt, the candle lights in the corridor turned on again, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

No... not yet... Louis tightened his heartstrings and stared at the empty "wall" pointed by Lisa.

I didn't find the black mage who cast the spell, or...

"boom!"

The sound of a heavy door breaking sounded from behind.

Louis was shocked and almost instinctively turned his head to look. A figure covered in darkness, holding a sickle in one hand, and stumbling toward him while smoking a pipe came into his eyes.

Inquisitor Chanis?

"No!" Louis shouted suddenly, "This is an illusion!"

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

The frightened black-robed priest started shouting again, with a distorted expression and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"Chanis", who was staggering, raised his scythe towards the three people in the corridor and threw it at them with an extremely strange gesture.

call--

The scythe wrapped in white mist rushed into the corridor with a shrill whistle like a moving steam train.

"Karin, Lisa, you two get down!"

Even though he knew it was an illusion, the young knight who gritted his teeth still took a step forward and held the knife in both hands to block the two of them.

At this moment, the back of his brother Kroger Bernard suddenly came into his mind.

Yes... From the moment I remember it, it seemed that I had never really succeeded; and every time I failed, it was always someone else who was implicated and paid the price.

The Battle of Thunder Castle, the Battle of Eagle Point City, the Imperial Expeditionary Force...

My own overestimation and self-righteousness have really hurt too many people; every time I swear, the final outcome will always be dismal.

Thunder Castle was not defended, Eagle Point City was not defended, the Imperial Expeditionary Force was completely wiped out...even the promise made to an innocent elf girl who followed him in the hope that he would protect her was not defended.

Perhaps, this is my destiny.

But since it is fate, then just go and meet it with dignity.

With this thought in mind, Louis, whose face was as dark as water, faced the oncoming scythe and raised the long knife above his head with both hands.

"My name is Louis Bernard, the son of Adlan, the blood descendant of the Sea Knight, and the guardian knight of Freya Moses Field! I swear to the Ring of Order that I will always protect her from anyone's harm!"

"Those who want to stop me, just come and do it!"

"Knight...will never back down!"