I will be crowned king

"I said, should we go out and take a look?"

In the steamy cabin, the pale-faced Karl couldn't help but said to Fabian standing aside.

Almost a full hour has passed since Anson left.

Perhaps it was due to the storm and seasickness, Karl suddenly felt his chest getting heavier and heavier, and some indescribable strong uneasiness grew crazily in his heart like weeds under the ashes.

The sound of waves lapping against the side of the ship, the creaking of the deck, and the sound of rain hitting the windows that I had long been accustomed to have become extremely annoying at this moment, and the air I breathed has become more and more turbid and oppressive.

The whole person seemed to be wrapped in some kind of mucus, and also seemed to be stared at by something unclean.

In comparison, the former Guards officer sitting opposite him looked very relaxed and calm. He silently looked at the chart on the table. Apart from drinking rum in one sip, he even had the time to take out a rum. Compass, guess the general direction of where they are now.

"This won't work." Fabian said calmly: "According to Colonel Anson's instructions before leaving, we..."

"I know what that guy said before he left!"

Carl was acting a little irritable, and his slightly trembling right hand showed that he was trying his best to resist the urge to smoke.

boom--

Thunder exploded outside the window, clearly showing the panic in his eyes, which was covered in cold sweat.

Fabian put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the chief of staff who was panting on the bed with a little surprise: "I really didn't know that you actually care so much about the colonel's safety?"

"I just realized that you are so loyal to this bastard?" Karl replied unceremoniously.

Fabian smiled.

"I probably haven't mentioned it to you, how did the colonel and I know each other?" He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and suddenly changed the subject:

"At that time, I was still a Guardsman and was ordered to search for the whereabouts of a suspected member of the Old God Sect..."

"I'm not interested in your old relationship."

"When we first met, I knew he was the target I was looking for, and I'm sure he has realized this." Fabian continued nonchalantly, taking a sip of rum:

"But even in the end, Colonel Anson Bach...he still didn't show any signs of weakness. He even became one of the heroes in quelling the Clovis uprising. Now he is the hero who eradicated the famous old god organization, the Thirteen Councils."

The howling storm made the cabin seem increasingly oppressive and dead.

"I'm not telling you this for any other reason than to illustrate why I have so much confidence in the Colonel."

Smiling Fabian and Karl looked at each other with sincerity in their eyes: "He is a person who will never be emotional and is extremely cautious beyond imagination; so unless something unexpected happens, I will resolutely obey any of his orders—— No matter how unreasonable that order may seem.”

"Then I will also tell you a secret, the 'loyal' Sir Fabian." The irritable Karl gritted his teeth and said:

"Ninety-nine percent of that bastard you say 'never be emotional' is just an act of caution; the more he tries to keep others calm, the more it shows that he has absolutely no control over the situation!"

"Especially when he insists on solving the trouble alone, that shows even more..."

"no problem."

A childish voice suddenly sounded from the corner, interrupting the excited Karl.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at the girl under the corner in shock.

Lisa, with wide eyes, sat on a chair with her legs folded in her hands, her feet piled with countless empty cans, almost burying herself: "Don't worry, Anson will be fine."

Karl and Fabian looked at each other, completely unaware that the girl's eyes were never on them, staring at the storm outside the window from beginning to end.

"As long as she's here, Anson will be fine."

Lisa murmured softly, her eyes turning slightly blood red.

………………

"boom----!!!!"

Amidst the deafening thunder and the majestic heavy rain, the deck of the Crown was washed over and over again, turning it completely into the color of blood.

Along the mast and side of the ship, hundreds of monsters that look like "worms" are climbing onto the Crown in a steady stream, ravaging the crew members who have been tortured crazy by fear on the deck, and enjoying the sacrifices offered.

Facing the wails and screams of their companions, the remaining crew members fought against the monsters that kept coming up, while also dedicating manpower to block all entrances and exits on the deck to avoid further casualties.

A similar situation was playing out on the decks of every ship in the fleet at the same time.

Screams, begging for mercy, despair, prayers... were mixed in the wind, waves and layers of rain, and turned into broken foam along with the raindrops and waves, disappearing in the strong wind and waves.

"shooting--!!!!"

The pale-faced William stood in the wind and rain, commanding the sailors to stop the monsters swarming on the deck with a strong composure; but neither he nor the experienced and mature sailors could hide the fear deep in their hearts.

No matter how hard they fired, the monsters were still so crazy that they rushed forward desperately, as if they wanted to drive them all away.

There was a time when I thought of the "Sea of ​​the Abyss" as some kind of weird story, just a trick used by old sailors to trick newcomers into being more honest... just like what I did to Anson Bach before.

But when he saw the navigator turned into a "reverse cross" corpse, and when he saw that he was swallowed by "worms" and turned into a driven living corpse, he suddenly realized that his true fear of the turbulent sea was basically...

Nothing!

"I said, are you sure you're not pointing in the wrong direction?!"

Holding the rudder tightly, the first mate, who was covered in blood, couldn't help shouting at Anson beside him. He didn't even understand why he believed the words of an army soldier - and he was also a seasick army officer!

Master William is still bringing people to buy them time. If he has any chance, he...

"Believe me."

The bloodless Anson was holding on to the railing, and the stern eyes under his three-cornered hat revealed unparalleled calmness, turning his shaky and exhausted body into a rifle with a bayonet nailed to the deck.

Taking advantage of the fact that the volume of the spell's casting range remains unchanged but its shape can be changed, Anson forcibly pulled his casting range into a vertical cone, and then moved the "superpower" perspective position from the body to the cone. The top has become a "lookout"-like existence.

It must be admitted that while trying to restrain seasickness while maintaining supernatural and magical abilities, it is almost challenging one's own limits both physically and mentally at the same time - the "being" in the distance may discover oneself at any time, and once exposed , the entire fleet will be destroyed in an instant.

On land, modern armies can still rely on organization and sheer numbers to deal with some immature high-level spellcasters (such as a certain Elf Princess). If they really can't win, they can break out... The problem here is the sea. , a sea ruled by storms.

Once an opponent boards a ship and is raided, the combat effectiveness formed by the organization will be restricted by space, and the individual strength will be infinitely expanded; no matter whether the opponent is any type of the three major magics, in a narrow and airtight environment like a ship, it is almost invincible!

"Don't lower the sails, head north at full speed, use semaphores and lights to tell the ships behind, and follow closely behind the Crown."

Holding on to the railing, Anson gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep his voice steady: "The area of ​​​​this storm is actually very small, not as big as it seems."

"Are you sure - if you guess wrong, not only the two of us will die, but also an entire army and a fleet supporting the colony!"

Looking at the sailors being slaughtered on the deck, the first mate suppressed the anger in his heart and stared at Anson: "Is there any evidence? Because I don't dare to believe you now!"

"Sorry, no." Anson smiled bitterly.

He can't tell the other party that he is a spell caster. This storm must have been created by a very powerful spell caster. If we don't run away, we will be in trouble?

The first mate fell into silence, his lips pursed in an expression that was clearly troubled.

"I trust you!"

Just when the two sides were in a dilemma, William Cecil, who was blocking the front row, suddenly turned his head and looked at Anson with panic-filled eyes:

"Although I don't know the reason, I don't believe that a seasick Army would do this if he wasn't completely sure - he could just stay in the cabin and wait quietly for the storm to pass, right?"

Although looking at himself, Anson knew clearly that these words were not meant for him.

The first mate, who was holding the rudder tightly, still didn't speak, but his expression was obviously a little shaken.

The next moment, the middle-aged man covered in blood suddenly took a deep breath and roared towards the layers of rain:

"Crown——"

"Full speed ahead!"

Along with thunder falling from the sky, the entire deck was once again filled with the sounds of fighting. Amidst the screams and roars, the Crown tore through the huge waves from the front and rushed straight towards the storm.

Anson, who was holding on to the railing desperately against the oncoming wind and waves, wished he could tie himself directly to the mast. Every bone from head to toe was shaking violently, and his internal organs were shaking left and right in the turbulence.

Even if he was torn apart in the next second and his whole body turned into parts all over the floor, Anson wouldn't think there was anything strange about it.

The fighting on the deck has not stopped. The sailors are resisting the attacks of monsters while maintaining normal navigation; sticky flesh and blood flies everywhere, staining the "reverse cross" hanging upside down on the main mast. dark red.

Soon, soon.

With the help of "superpower", Anson has "seen" the boundary of the storm in his mind... It is still expanding, but it is obviously not as violent and rapid as it was at the beginning; it is obviously hindered by some kind and has to take back part of its power.

Being able to control the storm, could the other party be a spellcaster of the spell magic system like myself? But judging from the aspect of driving monsters, it seems that there are also characteristics of blood magic...

"Um?!"

Anson, who was shaken all over, suddenly raised his head and looked at the storm in the distance in disbelief; in the dark world, there was nothing but heavy rain.

there is none left……

"What did you say?!"

The first mate yelled while pressing the steering wheel. He was not even much less nervous than Anson now - at the current speed of the ship, even if it was as hard as the Crown, there was no telling what would happen.

As long as you hit a bigger wave and get smashed directly... it's not completely impossible.

"Nothing!" Anson gritted his teeth, but the shock in his eyes did not diminish at all.

That guy's "existence" is gradually weakening? !

For spellcasters who have transcended the initial stage and reached the level of "blasphemy mage", they themselves belong to a transcendent species and are brand new life forms that are not accommodated by this "world". They are suffering from resistance and malice from the world all the time. While gaining great power, it also suffered numerous limitations.

The most direct expression is their own "existence".

This is a bit like a paradox - the more you want to deny the existence of something, the more you prove its objective existence, otherwise your denial will lose its meaning; and if it really does not exist, you will There is no need to deny it.

Reflected on the caster, it is a comprehensive evaluation of his vitality and strength; ordinary spellcasters are not affected by this "world's counterattack force", but once it reaches a certain stage, it will become stronger and stronger, and finally reach a certain level. a vertex.

On the contrary, if a powerful enough spellcaster deliberately weakens his "existence", then there are only two possibilities - either he is avoiding something, or... he is seriously injured.

Anson prefers the latter!

This means that someone is hunting this spell caster? But... Anson didn't think an ordinary inquisitor could do this as a spellcaster who was so powerful that he could change the weather and release countless monsters.

Even an airship with the Judgment Knights shouldn't be able to do it; not to mention that if it was of that level and scale, he should have noticed the other party long ago.

Even if it is not in a certain kingdom, the Church of Order still has a set of rules for handling affairs; in order to avoid unnecessary casualties and the spread of corruption of the Old God Sect, clearing the area is a basic operation, and a warning will be issued even if it is too late - it will never fail. Just say hello and do it.

But if it weren't for a certain trial center hunting spellcasters, could it be possible...

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound of impact on the chaotic deck - the body of Edward, the navigator, who was bound by the cable, suddenly slipped from the main mast; the limbs and head that had been severed were twisted in extremely weird shapes. Lying flat on the ground.

But the next second, the body suddenly began to twitch violently; first the legs were completely broken, and then the two hands... Like puppets pulled by invisible ropes, they trembled and climbed up from the ground. , and also picked up the sailor sword that fell on the ground.

"well?"

A crew member who was desperately pulling on the cable heard the movement behind him and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

At this moment, the "Navigator" suddenly raised the sharp blade in his hand, and his gray pupils turned into scarlet!

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