I will be crowned king

The vague consciousness was gradually wrapped in darkness, as if falling into the depths of the turbulent sea; no matter how hard I struggled, I just kept falling, falling downwards.

Harold struggled to open his eyes, but the cold seawater around him deprived him of even this last bit of strength; the endless darkness tore at his flesh and blood, swallowing him completely.

He desperately tried to catch something, but his memory was completely blurred, like an isolated island swept by a storm in the middle of the sea, and he couldn't even tell the direction.

who I am? Where am I? What on earth am I doing?

He only vaguely remembered that he swallowed a strange egg, and then he became healthy... Wait, what does "health" mean?

Why should I...swallow that egg?

Because I...I am the Speaker of Beluga Harbor, and everything has been taken away from me...I...

By whom?

I don't remember it anymore, that name is obviously on my lips! It's obviously on my lips...it's obvious...ahhhhhhhhhh!

All right! I was the Speaker of Beluga Harbor, and I was taken away... What is the Speaker?

What am I...Port Beluga...?

I……

I am……

What am I?

Harold's consciousness gradually faded away, being drained and torn bit by bit; the last island in the center of the storm began to be swallowed up by the waves, falling apart and finally disappearing completely.

It won't take too long, the last bit of remnants will be completely obliterated, completely occupied by the endless power of the Egg of the Meteor God, and turned into an irrational and completely out of control "caster". The state of a certain node in the evolution, Until the power is completely dissipated, or it mutates to a higher level.

But no matter which ending, it has nothing to do with him.

at this time……

"Chancellor Harold?"

It was a voice that sounded very familiar.

As a familiar voice sounded, the isolated island that was about to disappear suddenly became solid. Thunder suddenly sounded in the storm, and pale lightning pointed the way on the sea.

In an instant, Harold regained consciousness, and the Egg of the Meteor God roared unwillingly, but it was still unable to stop it. The devoured memories seemed to gradually begin to recover, intermittently passing by his "eyes" like flashbacks.

A vague figure that arouses his emotions appears frequently in these flashbacks.

That, that's...

"Why...are you here?"

boom--

Another bolt of lightning descended on the sea, splitting the storm covering the isolated island; the sky and the sea were filled with clouds and mist, and the strong wind blew wantonly on the dull island.

A moment of enlightenment suddenly flashed through the chaotic consciousness. The cold sea water suddenly began to boil and become violent, and light lit up in the darkness.

He remembered, remembered... that guy, the guy who took everything away from him, he... he was...

“Anson Bach——!!!!”

Harold raised his head suddenly, with the broken gun still stuck in his forehead, as if he had been stimulated by something. He let out a deafening roar towards the astonished Anson, and the tentacles all over his body began to become manic and restless.

Boom——

The sound waves that shook the air echoed in the large warehouse, and even the passages and floors under his feet began to tremble violently. Anson, who had no time to react, just tried to dodge, and his head exploded into a cloud of smoke.

Without any warning, the [Smoke Man] was forced to activate as a passive defense.

Harold, who had completely lost his human appearance, roared at the top of his lungs. The "hairy tentacles" all over his body writhed crazily again. The muscles in the lower abdomen of the lungs were torn and twisted, revealing mouthparts that resembled mites. Yellow-green pus spread along the stretched The tentacles are constantly overflowing.

His anger allowed him to regain part of his consciousness, but the Egg of the Meteor God had almost completely eroded him; while roaring, the two remaining eyeballs were staring at Anson's figure.

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

Just as the effect of [Smoke Man] disappeared, Anson pulled out the Inquisitor's revolver and pulled the trigger decisively; lead bullets marked with [Concentrated Flame] and [Rising Fire] were fired at Harold after a dazzling flame.

Two heads, three hearts.

But all six shots missed, and the twisted figure easily dodged all the ballistics. It was so agile that even Anson couldn't accurately capture it with his "superpower". He only felt a burst of afterimages rushing towards him!

Without thinking, Anson took out his pipe from his jacket pocket and decisively activated [Mist of the Undead].

"clang!"

With the sound of metal colliding, more than a dozen tentacles turned into sharp blades were nailed directly through the floor; just a little bit, Anson, who had been unable to dodge, could be torn into pieces of flesh, and he was dead on the spot.

Even if he escaped, the crisis has not weakened at all... The twisted and mutated Harold is incredibly strong, and Anson doesn't have a good way to kill him by himself.

The angry Harold's body twisted again, and the broken gun nailed to his forehead turned into a tentacle-like shape. The crazily squirming "hairy tentacles" all over his body gradually gathered into a brand new arm, and a "finger"-like "finger" was stretched out at the end. There are more than ten small branches, each with different functions and shapes.

The clothes all over his body have been completely torn, and the flesh and blood have turned into countless squirming tentacles. The protruding eyeball in the center of the cheek is still boiling, as if something is struggling desperately inside, waiting to break out of the cocoon.

Before Anson's body could return from smoke to solid form, the twisted Harold pounced again, aiming countless sharp limbs at his body, waiting for an opportunity to completely erase the figure that had caused his anger.

"boom!"

Faced with such "enthusiasm", Harold responded with the roar of Inquisitor Revolver.

The lead bullet stamped with [Hunting] rushed out of the gun barrel, and the dazzling flames streaked across a red line. Harold easily dodged it, and a ball of fire exploded on the wall behind him.

Just when he was about to get his wish and tear Anson into pieces, the figure holding a pipe in front of him suddenly raised his right hand and made a very strange gesture towards himself.

Cursed magic, [Rising Fire].

The effect of this magic is to create or control a ball of fire, and the fire that exploded behind Harold happened to be within his casting range.

The explosion that should have flickered out turned into a raging fire, and under the control of [Rising Fire], it was like a six-pound explosive shell coming out of the barrel, hitting Harold's back.

In an instant, Harold was shocked when he noticed something. He looked back in shock at the roaring fireball, wrapped in billowing black smoke.

"boom--!!!!"

The violent explosion set off a billowing heat wave, making the entire warehouse tremble.

The dazzling firelight enveloped Harold, and with Anson's best efforts, the explosion had almost no spillover, concentrating all the energy in the center.

Outside the large warehouse, Carl Bain and the Stormtrooper soldiers who were organizing evacuation and retreat were stunned on the spot, staring motionlessly at the "sun" in the night sky at the top of the warehouse, dumbfounded.

"Oh my God……"

Looking at the direction where the light was rising in the distance, the Wild Hunt Knight hiding on the top of the eaves not far away took a breath of air: "Is this the true strength of Anson Bach?"

"I also think that even if a much-anticipated officer like him is really a spellcaster, he is at least barely good at it, and Clovis has never had very high requirements for officers' personal strength... Could it be that all of them are actually Is it the old god sect that blasphemes the mage level?"

The pale-faced Karno pursed his lips tightly, holding the broken gun tightly in one hand, and stood silently aside.

While looking at the firelight rising from the large warehouse, the expressionless Ian Clemens's heart was undulating violently like a huge wave.

My guesses about Anson Bach made mistakes one after another - at first I thought there was a powerful spell caster beside him, but soon I found out that the "spell caster" was himself. Then when I thought the defender was The commander is a representative of a certain local force, and he discovered that the other party is probably just a tool that was pushed out.

Where did you go wrong? What important information did you miss?

The Old Gods, the Army, the Clovis Royal Family, the Colony, the Church, the Rune Family... Are there any connections between these keywords in Anson Bach that I haven't discovered yet... huh? !

The thoughtful Ian suddenly raised his head and looked behind him as if he realized something, frowning.

Carno noticed something unusual about him, tilted his head slightly and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of someone." Ian replied in a low voice without looking back, his small voice sounding like he was mumbling to himself.

"who?"

"Thalia...Thalia August Rune."

Ian said solemnly.

"...Anson Bach's fiancée?" Carno said thoughtfully:

"What's wrong with her?"

"No! I just..."

Ian's face suddenly stiffened, and then he seemed to suddenly realize some important information: "I asked several Storm Division soldiers, and they all said that the Luen family is a famous wealthy family in Clovis. After knowing that she is It’s very unexpected when the Commander’s fiancée meets!”

Carno looked at him and did not react immediately: "So..."

"So don't you think it's strange?!" Ian's eyes widened:

"Saint Isaac, he never left Clovis City in his life, but he didn't even mention a single word about this family in his notes!"

"This is the oldest wealthy family in the Kingdom of Clovis, and its history is older than the entire kingdom - Saint Isaac was the leader of the Seeking Truth Sect at that time, and the de facto archbishop of the entire kingdom. Even the king was his close friend. He would Do you know anything about this mysterious ancient wealthy family?!"

"Think again, is it possible that the apostle whom he mentioned many times had a deep relationship with him but never mentioned his name even once..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The expressions of the three people froze at the same time, their suddenly shrunken pupils were filled with panic, and a pair of eyes appeared in their trembling minds at the same time.

Scarlet eyes.

"Do not move!"

Carno firmly held the shoulders of the Wild Hunt Knight who was trying to turn his eyes. With fear written all over his face, Carno gritted his teeth and whispered in a trembling voice: "Don't even look!"

"will die!"

"I'm really going to die!"

……………………

The moment the fire light dissipated, Anson slid back decisively to dodge, and at the same time activated the "Mist Pipe". The thick mist mixed with the floating orange-red ash filled the entire top floor of the large warehouse.

To deal with a monster whose magic reaction was comparable to that of a blasphemous mage, he didn't expect to be able to use [Rising Fire] to deal with it - even if the opponent was just an ordinary person before.

Almost at the same time, several sharp blades penetrated the layers of fog and attacked him from three directions at the same time; the speed was so fast that Anson didn't even have time to activate the [Mist of the Undead].

"puff!"

The sharp tentacle stabbed into the center of Anson's chest, crushing his ribs with a heart-wrenching sound, and burst out from his back.

Anson trembled suddenly, his horrified eyes looked at Harold who poked his head out of the fog, and his right hand trembled as he tried to lift the Inquisitor's revolver to save himself.

A smile that could only be described as "joyful" appeared on Harrow's face, which was already unconscious, and his fanged lips reached under his ears.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of idling came from the magazine of the revolver.

On the verge of death, Anson's eyes widened, as if he had finally remembered that he had used up all the bullets until this moment, and his blood-stained pupils spread outward.

Looking at the frightened and desperate look on that familiar face, he...it was very excited now, very excited.

Harold could no longer be satisfied with just killing, but wanted to ravage, completely tear him apart, completely destroy him, make him suffer torment and pain, and die in despair under his own curse.

"go to hell--!!!!"

Harold roared, and the hoarse reverberation echoed in the bloody mouth that spewed pus, like the roar of thousands of ferocious beasts.

The next second, countless tentacles penetrated the smoke and pounced on Anson's body.

The second tentacle pierced the neck, tearing out the throat and breaking the cervical vertebrae.

"Go to hell!"

The third one stabbed into the abdomen, and the barbed hand pulled out all the internal organs and broke the spine at the same time.

"Go to hell!"

The fourth one twisted off his right arm, and the severed hand holding the handle of the gun was separated from the limb and fell into the sea of ​​​​fire below the floor.

"go to hell--!!!!"

Countless tentacles came one after another until Anson's body was torn into pieces; but the remaining consciousness prevented Harold from destroying Anson's head - he wanted to watch the other person's desperate face and how he fell into the darkness.

The broken limbs were hung precariously on the tentacles.

Rolling his eyes that were constantly boiling, Harold slowly raised his tentacles, suspended the mangled Anson Bach in mid-air, and then slowly released the tentacles.

Watching the completely broken limb fall into the sea of ​​fire, being completely swallowed up by the endless flames, and completely disappearing from his sight.

Almost at the same time, the originally angry eyes once again became confused, as all intuitions, emotions, memories... with the death of Anson Bach, left him again; the suppressed Egg of the Meteor God once again lost control and began to erode Harold's consciousness.

Falling into endless darkness from which you can never wake up.

But at this moment, gunfire suddenly came from beneath the burning warehouse!