I will be crowned king

Looking at the figure coming towards him, dragging and tearing the sword; Ansen was very conscious, but his body seemed to be bound by something and was nailed to the spot.

Amid the decay and scarlet, the ghost-like figure was getting closer and closer.

"Click!"

With his trembling right hand, he pulled open the fuse of the grenade, and thick white smoke spurted out.

Staring at the oppressive figure, Anson began to count down in his heart.

Once, twice, three times.

The black shadow was thrown out of Anson's hand and flew towards Kroger's face.

Kroger, who kept a "grinful smile" on the right side of his face, rolled his eyes upwards without raising his head; he stopped, raised the tearing sword in his right hand and tried to deflect it.

Almost at the same moment, Anson, who had broken free from the "shackles", immediately raised his gun and took aim. The Leopold rifle, which had already been loaded, aimed at the falling shadow and decisively pulled the trigger.

Smoke spurted out, and a straight bullet mark shot out from the gun flames, intersecting and colliding with the white trajectory drawn by the black shadow in the air.

"boom--!!!!"

The burst of fire instantly engulfed Kroger's figure, and Anson, who was hit by the heat wave, seemed to be pushed hard, staggering backward and falling into a pool of blood that was getting colder.

It seems that the grenades sent by Roman are not all inferior products that cannot be used.

Anson, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled back and knelt on one knee. He pulled the gun bolt almost instinctively and loaded the ammunition quickly.

Blood mist surged around the cracked fire, and in the rotten and scorched smell, you could still faintly see the flames still burning and dancing in the pool of blood everywhere.

Anson, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, stared nervously at the center of the blood mist, and squeezed the gun to death - Kroger, who no longer wanted to be a human being, definitely couldn't be solved with a grenade!

at this time……

call--

There wasn't even room to breathe. The tearing sword that broke through the blood mist flew straight towards Anson with a scream that shook the eardrums.

"boom!"

Without thinking, Ansen raised his hand and fired at the flying shadow, and at the same time rolled to his side to dodge.

An understated light of fire flashed past the tip of the sword, and the torn sword that was slightly deflected went straight through the wooden door behind him.

The next moment, Kroger's figure rushed out of the blood mist and rushed towards Anson who had not yet stood up at an absolutely inhuman speed.

"boom--!"

The slender bone blade stretched out from Kroger's right arm and fell suddenly with a force that penetrated the top of his skull; Anson, who almost dodged by leaning against the side, watched as the stabbed floor tile in front of him shattered instantly!

After the bone blade, Kroger's originally handsome cheek was completely devoured by the explosion, and only the skeleton was left on the right half; the viscous liquid disappeared, replaced by it that continued to fester and fall off from the body, and at the same time continued to fall from the body. The skin and flesh covering the bones increased in value, and the strange flesh and blood squirmed and overflowed with pus.

It's now!

Anson, who caught Kroger's miss, raised his gun and penetrated Kroger's neck.

"puff!"

The moment blood spurted out, the pale afterimage of the bone blade had already struck from the right side.

Anson, who was trembling all over, decisively let go of the Leopold rifle in his hand, pushed the butt of the gun hard, and fell backwards.

The next moment, the wooden gun body was split into two by the bone blade; the severely deformed barrel and gun parts were like broken metal, scattered in the pool of blood that gradually solidified along with the brutally chopped gun body.

Kroger raised his left hand and held the bayonet, and very "elegantly" pulled the blade out of his neck, which was spewing blood and pus.

"clang!"

A crisp note sounded.

The steel-forged bayonet broke into two pieces in Kroger's hands.

Anson was stunned.

Even explosions and throat piercings can't kill him, so does it have to be a headshot? !

The brain that was thinking so hard was completely blank at this moment.

There is no plan... At this moment, Anson is facing the enemy in front of him and can't even think of a feasible plan!

"Yes, that's the expression."

The faint words resounding like hell echoed, and Kroger moved:

"When I am feasting on flesh and blood, I hope you will be so desperate and helpless!"

"clang--!"

At the moment when he rolled embarrassingly, Anson almost tried his best to keep enough distance when the bone blade swung. Thanks to his choice of being a conjurer, he was able to make a sufficiently accurate prediction.

Although he regrets it extremely now - why didn't he choose not to be a human being in the first place? !

Before the shocked Anson could stand still, the burly figure waving the bone blade of his right arm was already approaching him again.

Unable to dodge, he chose to lean down, and the afterimage of the pale bone blade passed over his head, and the scream that ripped through the air was about to shatter his eardrums.

Anson, who was kneeling on one knee, drew out the gun from his waist with his right hand, thinking desperately about how to break the situation.

The difference in physical fitness between the two sides is too great. Once the distance is reduced to within five steps, he has no means to resist; even if the other party's special ability as a blood mage is not considered, he must try his best to gain room for detours.

In short, you must never engage in close combat with the opponent. You must keep the distance before you can confirm the opponent's weakness; but it cannot exceed 20 meters, otherwise your own prediction will...

Anson, who was about to draw his gun, watched helplessly as Kroger's fisted left hand came towards him.

"boom--!"

The moment the gunfire burst out, the lead bullet spun out of the chamber exploded a bloody hole in Kroger's chest.

Anson, who was hit in the abdomen by a punch, flew backwards and hit the wall of the main hall hard; flying dust and cracks exploded on the wall behind him, and his thin body fell to the ground like a rag bag.

Anson, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, leaned against the wall, forced his body to stand up with great difficulty, and raised the revolver with his trembling right arm.

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

Without any hesitation, he fired five shots at Kroger's figure.

Kroger's chest, which was hit by a lead bullet, continued to explode with blood mixed with pus, and his slight pause slowed his speed a little.

But it’s really just a “little” containment.

The next second, the burly figure was approaching again like a ghost.

Anson clenched his teeth and dodged to one side almost by instinct. The screaming pale bone blade flashed past. The long sleeve of his right hand that was grazing the side was neatly cut off from the shoulder. The wound with gushing blood instantly dyed the entire body red. Sleeves.

If the angle and distance of the dodge were even slightly different, the strong wind just grazing by the bone blade would be enough to cut off his entire right arm!

No, we must think of a way as soon as possible... Is there any feasible plan, even if it can temporarily contain him...

Even if it is just to temporarily restrain his actions, so that I can try to find opportunities...

"Plop!"

Ansen, who fell in a pool of blood, rolled to one side to dodge without caring.

But Kroger didn't give him any chance. When the bone blade failed, the next round of attacks had already struck at the same time.

"Boom——!"

Anson was kicked and flew directly across most of the main hall, rolling in a pool of blood and dragged several meters before stopping.

He collapsed to the ground with a pale face, blood was still bleeding from his mouth, and the severe pain in his chest made it extremely difficult to breathe.

"Clang."

Kroger, who did not step forward directly, first picked up the tearing sword that fell from the way. Anson, who was lying on the ground, struggled feebly with his twitching body; the sharp sound of the sword's blade rubbing against the floor was like a death knell. echoed in his ears, making him struggle harder.

Until...the blood-red eyes that were constantly leaking pus were reflected in his field of vision again.

Desperate Anson's pupils dilated, and he watched Kroger raise the tearing sword; he watched the scene of the moment he entered the main hall reappear in himself.

"it's over."

Kroger, who spoke quietly, pronounced his sentence like the god of death.

Just at this moment...

"boom--!"

Gunfire rang out.

A flash of bullet marks turned Kroger's grinning face into an explosion of blood mist and minced meat.