I will be crowned king

"boom!"

The dazzling firelight bloomed in the rain curtain, forcefully knocking away the falling blade.

Plop!

The surviving crew members threw themselves on the deck. The pilot's figure was reflected in his eyes filled with fear, mutating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before he could recover, five more gun flames struck; one to the head, two to the arm, two to the torso... Scarlet blood mist bloomed in the rain, and the body of the navigator with his head blown off and his arms broken He kept twitching on the spot, and blood poured out of his chest like a fountain.

Almost at the same time, a figure in a gray coat suddenly jumped up from the fence. While loading the revolver in his hand, he pulled out a bright silver bayonet from under his left sleeve, crossed the chaotic deck, and rushed towards the navigator's body without hesitation. .

"Colonel Anson?!" The startled William Cecil suddenly raised his head and screamed at the afterimage flashing beside him.

"Keep the status quo and let the Crown move forward at full speed!"

Drawing his gun and pointing it at the blood-spurting corpse, Anson yelled behind him without looking back; the strong wind blew his three-cornered hat away, and his rain-soaked hair almost blocked his sight.

But Anson doesn't care...the edge of the storm is already in sight. Regardless of whether the spellcaster is "Sea of ​​the Abyss" or some other novel thing, its spellcasting range is limited.

Judging from the fact that the opponent's "existence" is currently weakening, its scope has expanded to the limit.

Of course, the premise is that this guy is really from the curse magic department. If it is black magic or blood magic, that is a different matter.

"Puff-puff-!"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, the blood-spurting corpse of the navigator suddenly began to swell. Three tentacles stretched out directly from the wounds on the neck and arms where the head was blown. They also opened their mouthparts at the same time and gave Anson some kind of stomach movement. tweet.

The answer was the roar of Dagger Revolver.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three lead bullets were fired one by one, aiming at the terminals of the left and right tentacles and the navigator's heart.

At the last second when his heart was about to be blown out, the navigator, whose chest was still spurting blood, jumped up and rushed into the air with an incomparable jumping power. He attacked Anson from top to bottom, who had no time to dodge.

But this happened to allow the other group of people behind him to finally no longer have to worry about the risk of accidentally injuring friendly forces.

"Salvo—fire!"

The moment William Cecil roared, the sailors guarding the deck exit simultaneously raised their guns and pulled the trigger into the dark night sky.

The smoke filled the air, and the sticky flesh turned into drops of rain and sprinkled on the deck.

The next second, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the explosion, tearing open the rain curtain with overwhelming momentum, and rushed towards William Cecil behind the crowd.

That's too late!

Anson's face was shocked when he was flashed by. The opponent's speed was obviously faster than him - although this was nothing extraordinary - in such a short time, unless he used the "Mist of the Undead", he would not be able to stop the opponent at all.

The navigator's target was William. It was obvious that the spellcaster on the opposite side was not completely killing indiscriminately when hunting, but had to abide by certain "rules", and this rule was probably closely related to its ability.

In just one thousandth of a second, a perfect plan emerged in Anson's mind.

He threw the bayonet out of his left hand, then simultaneously raised his gun and aimed at the end of the flying bayonet's handle, and decisively pulled the trigger.

It is impossible for you to use conjuration magic in public, but you can retract the "power" released and cover the casting range to the deck, strengthening the unique sense of distance of the conjurer!

Looking at the oncoming black shadow, William, whose scalp was numb, was so nervous that his heart almost stopped. He had already instinctively pressed the handle of the knife, and suddenly a silver light flashed in front of his eyes and struck the navigator's chest.

"puff!"

This time the navigator did not move away. The sharp bayonet directly tore through the flesh and blood that had lost its vitality. It penetrated the heart and burst out of the chest from behind. It was forcefully dragged away by the inertia and hit the side of the ship heavily.

The navigator who was nailed by the bayonet, his scarlet eyes glowed brighter and brighter, and his body riddled with holes continued to grow new tentacles from the wounds, some were like granules, some had octopus suckers, and some were covered with inverted tentacles. Thorns, some resemble the mouthparts of arthropods...

They were attacking Anson from all directions, as if they were planning to give him a warm hug.

In response to such a "enthusiastic" expression, Anson decisively gave the other party a gift that was equally sincere - he took out a dark cylinder from his arms, pulled the ring and threw it out, then raised the "dagger" revolver , aiming at the monster and the pillar and fired five shots.

"boom--!!!!"

The golden-red firelight illuminated the dark night sky, and the entire deck of the Crown was shaken.

In Gungun Nong's eyes, the navigator's body was completely turned into a pool of charred black. The torso and tentacles were melted together in the flames, and raindrops fell everywhere.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

William and the crew were stunned.

"The latest grenade produced by August Military Factory, also known as 'Miss Talia's Treat'."

Anson, panting heavily, stared at the ruins of the navigator, and at the same time he didn't forget to take out a postcard from his jacket pocket and throw it to him:

"There is the contact information of the military factory here. In addition to grenades, they also produce breech-loading rifles, field artillery, baggage equipment and large towing equipment - send someone to find a Mr. Erich and give you my name." 20% off, and if you buy enough 50,000 gold coins, you’ll get free shipping!”

William Cecil: "..."

As a loyal follower of the Loon family and a qualified salesperson, it makes perfect sense to carry product samples with you to demonstrate quality to your customers.

Although this was not the original purpose, at the moment of taking action, Anson suddenly thought that he might be able to use this opportunity to further win over the Cecil family and make the Royal Navy a major customer of the August Arms Factory.

Although the army market at home and abroad is huge, there are also many competitors; not only are there many wealthy families and foreign companies, many are even directly controlled by the Clovis royal family, and there is not much profit left.

In comparison, the Royal Navy, as a relatively independent system, has higher economic autonomy than the Clovis Army. Individual warships can even be customized according to the preferences of the royal family or senior navy officials, not to mention weapons for sailors.

If she could, under her own control, get the Franz family to provide them with light beer, the Rune family to be responsible for providing light weapons and baggage logistics, and the two wealthy Clovis families to serve her and the Wang family's navy, then...

Just when Anson started to think wildly, the deck, which had been slightly stable, suddenly heard another commotion - except for the navigator who was killed. The corpses of the other five lookouts also got up one after another, and strange sounds came from their violently squirming bodies.

"Anson, behind you!"

William Cecil's exclamation echoed on the deck.

Looking at the five corpses that were already wrapped in tentacles, Anson took out the "Mist Pipe" from his arms, bit the corner of his mouth and shouted behind him:

"Let all crew members leave and evacuate below deck!"

At this moment, William did not hesitate at all, and immediately gave the order to retreat to the entire crew - although he did not know what Anson wanted to do, but since he chose to trust the other party's judgment, there should be no further hesitation.

Never doubt your captain, it is the iron law on the sea!

After confirming that no more monsters had climbed onto the battleship, the horrified sailors began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Only Anson, William and the three first mates who were controlling the rudder were left on the entire deck, as well as the corpses of crew members and monsters everywhere.

Looking around at the corpses that had begun to surround him, Anson started his fog pipe.

The ability of this magic item is actually very limited, that is, it can create a thick fog that blocks the field of vision, and it is not limited to the occasion; of course it is of little significance to a group of corpses - it may even be meaningless - but it can conceal the traces of the use of curse magic.

Although the Church of Order is extremely strict in the management of all things involving the Old Gods, it is obvious that there are still some "hidden rules" - otherwise Viscount Bogner would not dare to hide the magic props secretly, let alone take it away Give it to yourself as the "Hero of the Archbishop".

In addition, this is a turbulent sea, so as long as you don't do it too obviously, it shouldn't become a target.

call--

The moment thick fog enveloped the entire deck, five corpses jumped up at the same time and rushed towards where Anson was standing from different directions.

An air-tearing scream sounded in his ears. Anson put on his "anonymity glasses" unhurriedly, stuffed the lead bullet marked with "Gathering Flame" into the magazine, and pulled the trigger at the first attacking figure.

"boom!"

The fire flashed through the smoke, and the twisted corpse was directly blown into two pieces. The remaining remains continued to burn in the flames and turned into flying ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seizing this momentary gap, he rushed directly towards the body that was destroyed in ashes. As he rushed forward, there was a shock that pierced the eardrums from the place where he had just been standing.

Without looking back, Anson, with the help of his "superpower", saw that the deck was directly smashed through by four thick tentacles. The broken wooden boards fell downwards, and several screams were heard.

One blow missed, and the remaining four living corpses controlled by the tentacles showed obvious hesitation, turning their backs to each other to find the target of prey.

Very good, it seems that the anonymous glasses are equally effective on them... Anson, who was slightly moved in his heart, immediately put down the "dagger" revolver that he had raised, and opened his left hand at the position where he just stopped.

Cursed magic, [Rising Fire].

The next second, the ashes floating in the smoke suddenly lit up, like a phoenix reborn from nirvana, igniting raging fire around the four corpses!

boom--

This is the advantage of curse magic. It has absolute control within the casting range-even in heavy rain, it can still rekindle the ashes that are about to be extinguished.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and fat being ignited, melted, and turned into coke was heard on the deck; the living corpses controlled by the tentacles were twitching in agony while desperately attacking Anson.

Looking at the afterimage that broke through the fog, Anson did not hesitate at all, snapping his fingers with a "pop!" and rubbing [Hunting] on the "Dagger" revolver.

"boom!"

At the moment of the gunshot, a golden-red light beam penetrated the entire deck of the battleship Crown, directly obliterating a small piece of the stern railing.

"puff--!!!!"

Flesh and blood flying!

One after another, the two corpses hit by [Hunting] were directly engulfed by [Rising Fire] with their burning bodies; the remaining living corpses, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously attacked Anson who was standing there.

At the moment when he was about to be torn apart by the tentacles, Anson, who had completed the [Undead Fog], turned his body into white smoke that was no different from the surrounding fog, and avoided the fatal blow.

The next second, Anson, who appeared behind the living corpse, raised the "Dagger" revolver and stuffed six lead bullets stamped with "Gathering Flame" into the magazine.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gun flames and explosion flames burst apart in the thick fog at the same time. Anson opened his right hand again, aimed at the position of the living corpse and released [Rising Fire].

This is one of the biggest advantages of spell magic. As long as they master advanced skills, even low-level spellcasters can use combinations of tricks to achieve power that is no less powerful than high-level magic.

Of course, the prerequisite for this is to have sufficient magic reserves. After all, the biggest disadvantage of curse magic is that all magic must be prepared in advance before it can be released, and the amount that can be prepared every day is also limited; but this is not a problem at all for Anson. He was so cautious that he wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary. Even the storage capacity of high-level skills like [Hunting] started in three digits.

boom--

The flames of the explosion expanded instantly and turned into a huge pillar of fire, shooting straight into the sky from the deck of the ship.

By the time the fire receded, the remaining two living corpses had been completely torn apart by the flames and turned into a pool of shapeless flesh and blood.

The smoke gradually dissipated. Looking at Anson Bach standing in the middle of a pool of blood, calmly smoking his pipe and reloading the revolver one round at a time, the first mate holding the rudder fell silent.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt that compared to the "Sea of ​​the Abyss", perhaps the man in front of him was the one truly worth fearing.

"Click!"

With a crisp machine sound, Anson turned around slowly after putting away the revolver, and his calm eyes slowly turned to the first mate behind the deck.

When they looked at each other, the first mate, who was holding the rudder tightly, suddenly tensed up!

I saw Anson Bach, who was holding a pipe and putting his hands in his pockets, walking towards him and William Cecil step by step, somewhat staggering.

What does he want to do?

The first mate's expression suddenly became extremely nervous, and combined with Anson's forced move to clear the area just now, and the reaction from his body after he used the magic item that created smoke...

Does he want to silence him? !

Recalling the spellcasters he had seen in the colony and what they had done, the first mate instantly realized that he might have made an unprecedented and fatal mistake.

Approaching step by step, the staggering figure kept approaching like the ghostly shadow of a demon, making the first officer feel that his whole body was wrapped in fear.

Ten meters...five meters...three meters...

"Snapped!"

The moment the opponent stopped, the first mate, who was covered in cold sweat, tightened his grip on the shotgun at his waist.

I saw Anson slowly raising his right hand, taking off the pipe from the corner of his mouth, reaching forward with his left hand, holding on to the railing of the ship's side, and then...

"vomit--!!!!"

This chapter was deleted and rewritten. Originally, I wanted to write about Anson ending the battle in a cool way, but how could a seasick guy be so cool on the sea, right?