I will be crowned king

The cold and damp wind howled in the night sky, wandering wantonly among the streets and buildings of Beluga Harbor, taking away the last trace of warmth in the air.

A man wearing a black deerstalker hat and covering his face with a scarf stood on the roof; his hands were in his pockets, and his thick black long-sleeved windbreaker swelled like a sail in the cold wind, and his tall and thin body resembled a mast. Same, motionless.

But if you get closer, it's not difficult to find something strange about him.

The black clothes not only blended in with the surrounding night, but also seemed to be in a nearly translucent state, as if they were just phantoms in the wind, without the slightest breath of fresh life.

Under the bright silver moon and the light reflected in the surrounding houses, there was not even a reflection around him standing on the eaves.

He silently monitored the three-story building; even though it was quite a distance away, the sounds and smells coming from there seemed not far away to him.

The situation...is not good.

very bad.

The man in black frowned... As the garrison commander, they expected that Anson Bach did not come to Wetzler's residence alone, but they never expected that there would be a spellcaster beside him? !

Judging from the intensity of the fight and the vague magical reaction, the curse mage was quite powerful, even stronger than the old god sect he had encountered in the past.

Judging from the situation, the three of them may not have truly realized the seriousness of the problem... Their battle plan is completely based on the fact that Anson Bach himself is a gifted person (suspected to be a Knight of the Holy Grail), followed by one or two guards, and what to do It is well prepared to deal with a large number of military rescues.

Now the situation has changed drastically. The garrison commander who is so pious that he wants to form the "Promise Keepers Alliance" has a powerful old god sect spellcaster by his side.

This made him quite nervous, because the powerful Old God Sect rarely acted alone, and often had an organization behind them...the more "old" ones even had a family.

The battle in the restaurant is not over yet. The bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight has been awakened. At the same time, Desk, who is best at raiding, seems to be in a tough fight. It is not surprising that a well-prepared conjurer is extremely difficult to deal with even if he is not strong enough.

The thought of retreat came to the mind of the man in black.

But if they retreat now, the entire Faithless Knights will completely turn into a group of stray dogs in the colony, and they will also lose the important bargaining chip to finally rescue their companions... Apart from fleeing into the wilderness, the man in black can't think of a second end.

Just as he was hesitating, Derek rushed out of the restaurant from the window and met Lobo, who was responsible for picking him up.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the thick smoke behind Derek suddenly changed into the shape of Anson Bach.

The garrison commander blocked Derek's all-out attack and shot Lobo's head off!

The calm man in black suddenly felt nervous, and his expression showed a little panic.

But before he could finish processing the huge amount of information brought in just a few seconds, another event occurred that was completely beyond his expectation.

"boom!"

Heavy gunshots rang out from the rooftop opposite, echoing around the Wetzler mansion.

The man in black suddenly raised his head and glared horizontally to his side.

"Chris?!"

The man in black blurted out his violent emotions.

This shot was fired too early... Anson Bach was still confronting Derek, and it was impossible not to notice the gunshots behind him; he could understand Chris's anger, but doing so was meaningless except exposing his firepower prematurely. !

Sure enough, Anson Bach was clearly aware of the danger behind him and calmly dodged the lead bullets coming from behind.

But it also made the man in black determined... The intelligence was wrong, the ambush failed, the combat power was damaged, and the trump card was exposed in advance. There was no other option except retreating in advance.

Of course, even when he was emotional, he always kept his voice very soft; unless he was standing right behind him, no one could hear him.

"Li~Sha~listen~see~"

A childish and cute voice sounded from behind the man in black.

Um? !

The man in black suddenly turned back and dodged to the edge of the eaves on one side.

Sheriff Lisa Bach had appeared behind him at some point, with a cute "I got you" expression on her chubby little face, and she was holding an even cuter... shotgun in her hand.

Under the cold moonlight, thunder resounded across the earth.

………………

"boom!"

The moment gunfire rang out from behind, Anson dodged to the right side of the restaurant window without hesitation; judging from the sound, the gunshot came from his left side, and he could use the Wild Hunt Knight (Derek) standing in the middle to create a blind spot for shooting. .

Moreover, it is also necessary to prevent the man in black who is still hiding on the second floor from suddenly jumping down from a high place and cooperating with his companions to form a three-way flank on him.

It was difficult to deal with just one Wild Hunt Knight. He was facing off against two talented people who cooperated tacitly, and he had to be wary of cold shots from a distance... Anson wasn't that confident in himself yet.

A dull explosion sounded, and a pit with a radius of ten centimeters exploded where he had just been standing, with mud and sand splashing everywhere.

He didn't see the trajectory of the lead bullet just now, and with the straight-line distance of at least 600 meters, the opponent was most likely a wind knight... Anson felt a shiver in his heart.

At the same time, Derek was already coming towards him, wielding two swords, and the sharp blades screamed in the air.

"clang!"

The bayonet attached with [Sharp Wind] was able to deflect the opponent's wide-open and wide-open slashes, and a long series of sparks exploded on the blade; but Derek did not give Anson any room to breathe, and the next round of slashes was already towards him. He attacks.

The characteristics of the conjurer are that he has a strong sense of distance and unpredictable magic. As long as he is included in the casting range, he will almost inevitably fall into the opponent's preset trap.

Continuous attacks may be very draining on physical strength, but they are one of the ways to contain the Conjurer and expose his weaknesses.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang..."

The violent storm of attacks enveloped Anson's body without any stagnation, leaving him in such a state of embarrassment that he had no room to draw his gun and shoot. He had to always be wary of cold guns in the distance and the man in black ambushing above him.

Derek's physical strength seemed to be endless, and he kept using redundant attacks and movements to block the space Anson could move to, leaving him completely undefended.

His purpose is very obvious - to leave Anson with no time to think about anything else, and to gain an excellent hunting opportunity for his companions who are firing cold shots behind him!

Finally, Anson was once again forced to the left corner, just two positions away from Derek; the Wild Hunt Knight used his body to block the space for him to dodge to the right. No matter which direction the next sword struck from, he only had two directions. Can hide.

Continue left, or duck back into the dining room through the window.

No one can escape the cold gun from six hundred meters away!

Without hesitation, Anson retreated to the left, and the bayonet on his backhand slipped from the bayonet on his forearm, catching the dazzling fire.

Derek, who failed in one blow, gave up the pursuit this time, and even deliberately opened a distance of three bodies from Anson.

"boom--!"

Gunfire rang out.

But the sound is obviously different from just now!

Derek was startled, with a look of surprise on his face, so much so that he forgot to pursue him immediately.

Anson immediately seized this opportunity and put on the "Anonymous Glasses" on his left eye. At the same time, he swung the bayonet forward with his right hand. The [Sharp Wind] attached to the bayonet turned into almost transparent ripples and struck Derek's eyes. Face door.

"clang!"

The note of the collision of sharp blades played in his ears. Derek, who instantly regained his senses, swung his knife and shot down the [Sharp Wind] thrown by Anson, but there was still a slight wound on his cheek.

This is essentially a mutant magic of [Sharp Wind], which weakens the power and turns the magic into a throwable weapon. It also cleverly uses the characteristics of "wind" to still cause some area damage even if it is blocked.

And because the two are very similar - the simplest little magic is basically the same - there is no need to prepare it again, just "clear the inventory".

Anson didn't stop slashing as soon as he remembered his hand, and kept throwing out more ripples, as if trying to distance himself from Derek.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Derek continued to defeat the oncoming ripples, and the remaining injuries left small blood marks on his cheeks, neck, and jaw.

These injuries were very minor, but not completely fatal. He could clearly feel that Anson's attacks had been targeting his throat and eyes.

But that's not the most dangerous thing... He suddenly found that he couldn't catch Anson's actions.

It's like he suddenly has no sense of existence. As long as he is in a trance, blinks, or loses consciousness... the other party will "disappear" from his field of vision!

Derek, who was nervous, kept closing the distance between him and Anson. He was frightened and felt a little annoyed in his heart. After going on for nearly several minutes, the storm-like offensive finally became a little messy.

However, this did not affect his almost unstoppable offensive. [Sharp Wind] and the anonymous glasses only bought Anson less than a minute of breathing time.

Of course, Anson's goal has been achieved.

In a panic, Derek seemed completely unaware that he was facing away from the window of the restaurant, and that he was at least thirty meters away from the three-story building.

No matter whether the man in black hiding on the second floor is a talent or a spellcaster, or what kind of abilities he has, the distance is limited just right. He cannot immediately cooperate with Derek to form a double-team offensive, and it is difficult to avoid damage with long-range skills. companion.

Constantly blocking the blade that tried to get closer, keeping the opponent at a distance of two to one and a half body lengths, Ansen quietly waited for some perfect opportunity.

……………………

how so?

Chris knelt on the roof of the roof in the cold wind, trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to believe what had just happened.

Lobo is dead!

I missed it!

He risked all his strength, even sabotaged the plan, and took the initiative to expose his own shot, but the other party dodged it so easily?

He held a strange-looking rifle tightly in his arms. The barrel was slightly shorter than an ordinary muzzle-loading rifle, but the diameter was comparable to some old-fashioned shotguns. The strange rifling inside could be seen from the muzzle.

The position that originally belonged to the bolt was replaced by a metal bottle similar to a gas tank, and the bolt was also transformed into a pressurized device similar to "inflating".

This is a rifle that only belongs to the "Wind Knight". It originates from the headquarters of the Church of the Ring of Order and judges the weapons technology of the Knights. It has never failed in the past, but today...

Chris was in a trance.

Gunshots were also heard from the top of the opposite eaves. According to past experience, it was judged to be a small-caliber shotgun; it was speculated that it was probably Anson Bach's guard, or the "little police sergeant."

Chris is not nervous. He has confidence in "that person". The other person's concealment skills are the strongest among all the people he has ever seen. Even ordinary talents or spellcasters with insight abilities will find it extremely difficult to catch him. The presence.

Sure enough... less than three or four minutes passed before the violent gunfire stopped and silence returned to the surroundings.

Chris, who was desperately suppressing his anger and excitement, refocused his attention on the battle at Wetzler Mansion; Anson Bach had been retreating steadily under Drake's onslaught and could only keep dodging.

Drake...he's giving himself a chance!

Chris's heart moved, and he raised the rifle in his arms again, feeling the power contained in the gun body, and aimed at the figure who killed Lobo.

Six hundred meters away... Anson Bach's figure was in his field of vision, as if he was right in front of him.

At this moment, he suddenly heard something moving in the street below.

Soon, the voice became clearer and clearer, urgent and fast, and it was constantly shortening the distance between it and myself.

Rapid but not heavy footsteps, fast enough to hear the sound of wind, and an almost imperceptible breath...

Is it Sheriff Lisa Bach—the little girl? !

Did she find herself? !

Wait, that guy couldn't be... No! It doesn't matter whether he was killed or escaped now. What matters is what should I do? !

The bone-piercing cold wind passed by, and Chris shivered all over. According to the speed of the "shotgun sergeant", he had at most twenty-five seconds... If he didn't run away within fifteen seconds, he would The same fate as Holland who was blown into cokes on Teapot Street!

The hesitant Chris stared at the back of the figure in the center of the crosshair, aiming at the back of his neck. After predicting Anson Bach's course of action, he decisively pulled the trigger.

……………………

"boom--!"

Gunshots rang out behind him throughout the night.

The invisible "bullet" approached rapidly, and Anson began to count the seconds in his heart - the conjurer's innate sense of distance had allowed him to roughly calculate the distance between the two sides and the speed of the bullet from the last cold shot.

Three, two, one...

call--

The moment the long knife, carried by the fierce wind, swung down, Anson's figure turned into a cloud of smoke, causing the blade to miss.

Then the low roar of the bullet tearing through the air penetrated the sky, penetrated the smoke, and struck Derek head-on.

The Wild Hunt Knight's eyes widened in horror!