I will be crowned king

"boom!"

The moment the gunfire spurted out, the wine glass in Mason Wetzler's hand turned into glass shards flying in the sky, and his horrified face was reflected in the splashing wine.

At the last second, Anson, who had no time to stop him, could only draw his gun and pull the trigger at the same time as the butler, so that the lead bullet only shattered the wine glass.

The butler suddenly turned around, with a flash of astonishment on his face. He immediately threw the wine bottle in his arms at Anson, and at the same time slid back, trying to catch the opponent's weakness.

But soon, his vision only captured an indistinguishable afterimage rapidly approaching him, followed by a strong wind filled with murderous intent.

Bitingly cold.

"boom!"

The Inquisitor cocked his revolver upward, aimed it at his jaw and roared.

The butler quickly dodged and escaped the fate of having his whole head blown out from the throat. The lead bullet grazed his skin and tore his left cheek. The facial muscles and half a row of teeth were exposed under the splash of plasma, plus a small A piece of tongue flew into the air.

But he had no time to scream... The revolver with an outrageously large barrel was already ready to fire in the next round, and at the same time, the "Black Shadow" that was attacking had a silver light on its left hand.

The housekeeper tried to dodge backwards, but was surprised when his body hit the wall.

"boom!"

Two gunshots rang out at the same time, and dazzling sparks lit up in the air, and were immediately drowned by the gushing blood.

Anson's speed exceeded his prediction, and the bayonet protruding from his cuff was like a snake, stabbing the butler's left chest; at the same time, the flying lead bullet grazed his wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground with a sound.

The ferocious-looking butler did not try to struggle. On the contrary, he suddenly tensed up his body and even tried to snatch away the bayonet that had almost penetrated his body.

Anson looked startled.

Just when he was stunned, the housekeeper suddenly raised his right leg, and then kicked Anson violently in the abdomen.

"Boom!"

The dull sound echoed in their ears, no different from a battering ram.

Anson, who had no time to parry, flew out directly, and with a "bang!" the dining car overturned and hit the wall like a catapult.

After kicking away the intruder, the butler, whose face was covered in blood, turned his head and looked at the third figure in the restaurant.

"Plop!"

As if Mason finally realized what had happened, his legs weakened and he collapsed directly to the ground. He covered his bloody right hand and trembled as if he was stupid. He looked motionless at the housekeeper walking towards him.

The expressionless butler looked at his "master" silently, reached out and grasped the bayonet stuck in his chest, and slowly pulled out the blood-stained blade from the wound.

He squatted down, held down the trembling Mason with a "pop!" sound, gently pressed the blood-stained blade to his throat, and then...

"Um?"

There was a faint sound in his ears, and the butler, who frowned slightly, instinctively turned his head and looked back.

The next second, there was a black muzzle in the center of his sight.

Anson, who appeared behind him at an unknown moment, pressed the Inquisitor's revolver between the butler's eyebrows and decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Mason widened his frightened eyes and watched the hideous head explode into a mist of blood in front of him.

Anson's cold face appeared on the neck that was constantly spurting blood. The headless butler's body twitched and fell to the carpet like a broken rag doll.

The faint smoke gathered under him and re-condensed into the hem of his clothes.

Curse magic, [Smoke-shaped Man].

This magic is an advanced branch of [Mist of the Undead], which can automatically turn part of the body into smoke at the moment of being attacked to offset the damage received.

And although it is essentially "smoke", its density and appearance can be made to resemble the real thing as needed.

The disadvantage is that preparation is cumbersome and you can only prepare one at a time; and because it is a passive skill, it will be activated as long as it is touched enough to be called an "attack".

Except for the only fault - not even a fault - this magic is perfect, and because it is very hidden and difficult to detect, it is very consistent with Anson's character: cautious (fear of death).

Therefore, after a lot of "question solving", it was also the first batch of magic that Anson mastered, and was included as a reference object for "self-created magic".

Just when Anson was in a good mood due to testing new skills, Mason Wetzler on the opposite side seemed to be about to collapse.

"He...he he he..."

"He is dead."

Anson took out his pipe from his arms, held it in his mouth and consoled him; he raised his hand to press his trembling body, and the two of them hid under the dining table: "Listen, Mr. Mason Wetzler, we are under arrest. Attacked."

"Since the other party can infiltrate your housekeeper, it means that this is a premeditated trap. Since it is a trap, in order to ensure safety, the other party cannot arrange a killer."

Well, at least four, actually.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Anson had already activated his "superpower" simultaneously, taking in everything around him and reflecting it in his mind in every detail.

Under the window behind them, behind the curtains by the fireplace, and on the floor of the second floor above them... three talented people in black trench coats suppressed their aura to the point where they were almost undetectable, and were preparing to ambush them.

"Then...what should we do?!"

The panicked Mason couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

"We have no choice but to deal with them as much as possible first - the Storm Division has a patrol team and two outposts at the port. We have to get them to notice the movement here and come over." Anson analyzed calmly:

"I need your help for this."

"Okay!" Mason nodded quickly like a woodpecker: "As you say, I will definitely do it!"

"It's very simple." A very friendly smile appeared on Anson's face:

"Play dead."

"Didn't ask...huh?"

Mason was just stunned when he saw him suddenly raise his right hand holding the gun and hold the barrel of the gun with his backhand.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy muffled sound in his ears, which was the last sound he heard before he fell into coma.

Almost at the same time that Anson put down the head of the Wetzler family, there was a sound of glass breaking behind him, and a figure wielding two knives rushed into the restaurant.

With his back to the window, he saw the face of the attacker in his mind: cheeks as sharp as an axe, a strong body so big that his windbreaker stretched tight, skin with exposed veins... and a pair of bloodthirsty beast eyes.

Is he the Wild Hunt Knight? !

This kind of blood power is characterized by beast-like combat intuition and strength. There are also outliers like former Inquisitor Captain Lawrence who do the opposite and rely on willpower to gain powerful defense. However, they generally fight in close combat. Know your best.

First, observe from a distance to avoid a head-on collision... Anson, who made an instant judgment, pointed behind him and pulled the trigger, while dodging in the direction of the restaurant door.

"Dang! Dang-dang!"

Sparks bloomed in the air, and a long knife was nailed straight to the dining table. The blade of the knife was inserted into a whole piece of egg potato pancake and completely submerged into the entire table.

Anson raised his eyebrows in no surprise... If he had hesitated for a moment, it would have been more than just the dining table.

Realizing that there was only one aura of the garrison commander in the room, the Wild Hunt Knight showed a little surprise on his face; but he did not hesitate and rushed towards him while drawing out his sharp blade.

call--

Anson fired the fog pipe at the corner of his mouth and raised his bayonet in a blocking gesture.

The sharp blade tore through the endless stream of smoke, and a scream that shook the eardrums sounded in the narrow restaurant.

"呲鎯——"

The blade hit the dining room door. Sparks flew and at the same time, the thick wooden door and the door shaft were split into two, and fell to the ground like a completely cut cake, leaving only half of the door.

Anson, who was supposed to be split in two, activated [Undead Mist] at the moment the blade touched it, turning into the same smoke as the surroundings, and fled behind the Wild Hunt Knight from the corner with no way out.

The frowning Wild Hunt Knight suddenly looked back. The entire restaurant was completely covered in smoke, completely blocking his vision.

Just then, he heard a soft snap of fingers coming from behind him.

"clang!"

The Wild Hunt Knight raised the long sword in his left hand without warning. The long sword condensed with smoke hit the blade and dispersed, making a sound of metal collision.

But before he could be shocked, four or five more "smoke swords" attacked him from three directions at the same time, some fast and some slow, one after another.

"Dang! Dang - Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang..."

Slashing, vertical slashing, straight stabbing, upward thrust, sweeping... The Wild Hunt Knight, surrounded by smoke, kept parrying attacks from all directions, as if he was fighting dozens of enemies at the same time, and still remained undefeated.

The two long knives formed an airtight steel cage in his hands. No matter whether the incoming smoke turned into swords, spears, maces, or flails, they could not get within two steps of the Wild Hunt Knight.

Ten steps away, Anson, who was concentrating, waved the bayonet in his left hand rapidly, like an orchestra conductor waving his baton.

Curse magic, [Yam Entertainment Home].

Also belonging to the advanced branch of [Mist of the Undead], this spell allows Anson to manipulate all things that can be called "smoke" within the casting range, turning them into the state he wants; of course, the more complex things are, the more complex they will be. It is time-consuming, laborious and difficult to control.

But this state does not necessarily have to be an "entity", for example...

"boom--!"

Invisible grenades exploded in front of the Wild Hunt Knight. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still knocked back several steps by the explosion and almost lost his balance.

Seizing the opponent's flaw at this moment, Anson, waving the "baton", created two more "smoke flames", roaring towards him.

The disadvantage of this spell is that it requires full concentration when using it, and it requires a lot of energy and concentration. Once distracted, the entire magic will be directly ineffective... and it is very troublesome to prepare.

But having said that, any spell magic is more troublesome to prepare than his most commonly used [Concentrated Flame].

Aware of the "fire" coming, the Wild Hunt Knight forcibly regained his balance and prepared to dodge while parrying the sword attacks around him.

But just when he thought he had avoided the flames, the gray smoke suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden red...

"boom--!"

Fire exploded on both sides of him, and the storm of flames burst out at the same time, engulfing the figure of the Wild Hunt Knight.

Cursed magic, [Rising Fire].

Since all flames can be controlled by this spell, as long as the release time of the two magics can be controlled, the seamless connection can be achieved, and the "smoke flame" can be turned into a real raging fire.

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

There was a beast-like howl from the flames, and two blades of sword light were wrapped in thick smoke and fire, and they struck in the direction of Ansen with murderous intent.

He could not determine the specific location of Anson Bach, but no matter where the other party was, he had to leave this smoke-filled room; the enemy was already prepared, and the surprise attack was meaningless.

The Wild Hunt Knight, who still had burnt marks on his body and clothes, brandished the two swords in his hands and rushed straight to the opposite side, trying his best to suppress the surprise in his heart.

The garrison commander of White Whale Port is an old god sect and a powerful conjurer... He must convey this to his companions as soon as possible.

This is completely inconsistent with the intelligence they initially received!

Amidst the howling wind, the Wild Hunt Knight rushed out of the smoke-sealed restaurant through the broken window; under the cold moonlight, there was not a single figure in the empty courtyard except for his companions who were hiding under the window and preparing to cooperate with them.

The man in black hiding outside realized that the figure rushing out was the Wild Hunt Knight, and quickly retracted the short scythe that was almost thrown.

Anson Bach...still in the restaurant?

A trace of doubt flashed through the mind of the Wild Hunt Knight, and he suddenly realized that the smoke surrounding him when he rushed out seemed a little abnormal...

not good!

The Wild Hunt Knight turned around suddenly in mid-air, and with the help of the inertia of his limbs, the long knife in his right hand screamed and turned into an afterimage and swept towards his back.

"clang--!"

The sharp blade and bayonet collided violently, and the crisp sound echoed over the entire courtyard.

As the sweet notes sounded, the [Mist of the Undead] wrapped around the Wild Hunt Knight also condensed and returned to the appearance of Anson Bach.

The bayonet with [Sharp Wind] barely managed to parry the Wild Hunt Knight's slashing blow, at the cost of nearly paralyzing half of Anson's body...but the real killing move was not in the left hand holding the long knife tightly, but in his empty right hand.

Anson, who was in mid-air, faced those beast-like eyes with an expressionless expression. He stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and pointed his index finger between the eyebrows of the Wild Hunt Knight...

Curse magic, [Hunting].

The moment he sensed the danger, the stunned Wild Hunt Knight's body instantly tensed up. His beast-like awareness allowed his muscles to complete an almost impossible movement and dodge the fatal blow.

Then he immediately realized what a huge mistake he had made.

"boom!"

Golden-red firelight fell from the sky, piercing through the head of the man in black holding a short scythe. The hot flames burned a huge hole in his neck, and also wiped out a small piece of lawn behind him.

The man in black, who was kneeling on one knee, was shaking slightly. He was still holding the short scythe that he had just thrown out and injured the Wild Hunt Knight tightly in his hand. "Plop!" He fell to the ground with a heavy sound, and blood spread under his body.

"Lobo——!!!"

The roar of the Wild Hunt Knight rang out under the night sky.

Anson decisively seized this gap and distanced himself from the Wild Hunt Knight.

Very good, now the four assassins have killed two, one in front of you and one in the building; the next step is just... huh? !

Anson was suddenly startled.

Behind him... gunfire rang out!

And a fifth person? !