I will be crowned king

"Humph...Humph ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!!"

The screaming Phil Cressy twitched and fell to the ground. His blood-stained hands and forearms seemed to be squirming with something alive, trying to tear apart this flesh and blood body.

Soon, the torn scalp began to bulge with yellow-green pustules, and began to expand rapidly and uncontrollably.

Anson, who was stunned by the shouts, looked stern and understood the situation instantly.

This is a sign that the magic is about to get out of control!

As a power that is opposite to the blood power inherited by the seven knights and is not recognized by the world, the three magics have always been full of temptation for many ordinary people who are destined not to become geniuses; they give people the desire for immortality, the desire for knowledge, and the desire to be extraordinary. It gives them an opportunity to transcend themselves.

Not only does this kind of power have nothing to do with blood origin, it has no distinction between high and low status. You can succeed with just hard work - at least on the surface - it doesn't even have various restrictions and conditions like the power of blood. It is simply too beautiful to be better.

But this is actually a wrong view, because the three major magics are not only unsafe but also easily out of control. They are as dangerous as turning the caster into a human bomb!

It is difficult for most spellcasters to come into contact with this kind of situation...either their power is too weak, or they often die without waiting for the out-of-control situation to occur, which is the achievement of a certain judge.

The reason why Anson was able to see through it was also very simple. The opponents he initially encountered, Kroger Bernard who believed in the small advertisement, and his beloved mentor Mace Honnard, were all taken away due to different reasons that caused them to lose control. Heads... of course he knows it all too well as he is in the frontcourt.

"puff--!"

With the sound of tearing flesh and blood, Feir's hands exploded to pieces, and tentacles dripping with pus spurted out from his wrists, quickly attacking the only two living creatures left in the room.

"Lisa!"

Anson roared while pulling out the "dagger" revolver, and at the same time threw the "anonymous glasses" to the girl who was being protected behind him.

He was now unable to determine how powerful the out-of-control Phil Cressy was, and at the same time he had to ensure that the Baker family would not detect any abnormalities, so he could only let Lisa escape temporarily and use it as a backup.

The water vapor surrounding the room has not dissipated. In other words, although the magic is out of control, the "soundproof wall" created by Feier with the power of his blood is still there - he must solve the problem before it fails!

Without any words, the girl who caught the eye immediately put it on, picked up the steam gun hidden under the bed with her petite body, and rushed to the balcony quickly.

Tentacles quickly wrapped around every corner of Anson from head to toe, and then tightened violently.

"boom!"

The body that was supposed to be bruised and spurting blood turned into thick white smoke, overflowing from the gaps in the tightened tentacles to the surroundings.

Curse magic, [Mist of the Undead].

A hand gradually condensed into shape in the smoke, raised the "dagger" to Feier's head and pulled the trigger, and the lead bullet stamped with "Rising Fire" roared out of the gun barrel.

"boom--"

The golden-red fire instantly ignited Feir's whole body. Under the control of the casting range, the bed and floor next to him were intact without any trace of burning.

Almost at the same time, Feir, whose whole body was wrapped in flames, jumped up suddenly, his skin and sarcoma overflowing with pus sizzled, and he rushed toward Anson with a heart-rending scream.

His movements were very strange, and his twitching body seemed to "bounce" directly from the ground.

Anson, who gradually returned to reality from the smoke, threw out several [sharp winds] while activating the [Mist Pipe] held in the corner of his mouth; thick smoke that was enough to block his vision quickly filled the entire room.

The whistling cyan light cut off several tentacles, but it failed to stop the burning figure; Feier, who was screaming, twitched his body and rushed towards Anson who was standing in front of the door in a posture that a normal person would never be able to complete.

"Boom——!"

A heavy sound came, which was the sound of flesh and blood in close contact with steel plates.

At the moment when he was forced to have "close contact", Anson successfully activated [Smoke Entertainment Home] and used smoke to condense a shield between the two of them.

Of course, after becoming proficient in using this magic, shields and the like are no longer his upper limit.

"boom!"

Before Feier, who was hit with broken bones and tendons, could react, the surface of the shield that was close to him suddenly exploded, and the blast of air threw him towards the balcony like a cannonball!

Anson, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, immediately snapped his fingers, and the surrounding smoke immediately turned into "smoke steel cables", which were connected in series to form a fine spider web, covering Feier, who was already charred.

"Uhhhhhh...!!!"

The screaming Fehr's hands and feet were exploded into pieces in mid-air. He opened his mouth wide, and countless tentacles poured out from the severed limbs and mouth at the same time, and continued to split into more and smaller branches to the surroundings. Spreading, the overflowing pus is also rapidly repairing the wounds that have been exploded by the tentacles.

Anson has seen this situation with Kroger... Blood magic is the "evolutionary path" of flesh and blood mutation, and it is also the strongest (at least on the surface) type of the three major magics in the early stage. When hunting the group of inquisitors of the old god sect, Zhongya is known to be difficult to deal with.

Unlike the black mage or the curse mage who are finished if their heart is blown out, the blood mage's vitality is beyond imagination. The strong one may even have only half a piece of flesh left as long as the heart has not lost its vitality, even if you just burn his whole body to ashes. I can also come alive and show you.

And if it is out of control, its characteristic is that its flesh and blood will continue to double, mutate or evolve, and the damaged wounds will recover instantly and then mutate, corrupt and repair again... infinitely repeat, until the original body's vitality is drained or a parasite can be found again. Host.

If you want to prevent Phil from turning into a pile of infinitely expanding sarcomas like Kroger, you must block the possibility of him continuing to lose control until the effectiveness of the half cup of "tea soup" is lost.

"Bang! Bang bang bang bang! Bang..."

The notes of metal collision continued to explode, and the wildly growing tentacles broke the surrounding "smoke steel ropes" one after another, trying to break through the siege and rush out to hunt the surrounding living creatures.

The livid Anson stood there. It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, it was just that the [Yam Yujia] spell consumed too much energy. If he wanted to maintain the effect, he had to concentrate on it, otherwise he wouldn't be sure to seal the out-of-control Feir.

Judging from his eyes that have not completely changed color, this guy has not completely lost control of the engraving... Judging from Louis' description, Anson can basically conclude that Feier is at least a blood mage equivalent to a fifth-level spellcaster; this If this level of power is completely out of control, it cannot be locked by [Yan Yujia] alone.

He must first interrupt the tentacles that have grown, and then find a way to hurt his heart in order to temporarily stop losing control.

Thinking of this, Anson no longer hesitated, raised his head suddenly and shouted:

"Lisa!"

"oh--!"

The girl who had been hiding on the balcony the entire time jumped up from behind the wine cabinet. The steam gun that had been ready for use erupted into a raging roar, and countless lead bullets were splashed across the room with her right hand that pulled the trigger crazily.

The flying bullets exploded in the small space with a power comparable to shrapnel, blasting through the tentacles one after another, turning into rotting flesh and falling to the ground.

The surrounding "smoke steel ropes" took the opportunity to tighten, tightly wrapping around the body that was still expanding, gushing out pus and tentacles.

At this time, Feier's lower legs and forearms were gone. The only remaining body except for a pair of eyes were completely wrapped in smoke. It looked like it was hanging in the center of the room and was about to transform into a butterfly's cocoon.

Anson snapped his fingers again, and streams of flames flowed like liquid along the "smoke steel cable" to Feir, who was wrapped in a ball in the center, and then...

boom--

The golden-red fire burst again, turning the "cocoon" into a huge torch; with the blessing of [Rising Fire], the fire burned Feier's body violently through the smoke, and the pus and tentacles continued to overflow. The skin was charred.

After five minutes, the burning flames gradually dissipated.

Anson, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly approached Feier who was wrapped in a silkworm cocoon. He looked at the eyes that at least seemed to have not lost his mind and raised three fingers:

"Listen, first, I'm not sure if you've stopped losing control now. Second, I don't want to kill you. Third, we can't let the Baker family discover anything unusual."

"So, later I'm going to puncture - listen clearly, puncture not explode - the mark on your heart, and then plug the wound with lead bullets."

"This injury shouldn't kill you, but it will certainly be uncomfortable. However, we have no good solution now, so we can only aggrieve you. Do you understand? Just... uh, blink."

Feir, who was wrapped in rice dumplings by the smoke, blinked quickly and moved his head.

"very good."

Anson smiled slightly and took out the "dagger", an exaggerated inquisitor-specific weapon that was twice the size of an ordinary revolver and had a long barrel.

Feir, who had just agreed, immediately showed a horrified expression on his only unblocked eye.

"If you are scared, it is recommended to close your eyes." Anson comforted him while pressing the muzzle of the gun to his heart, and moved the magazine to the lead bullet with [Hunting] imprinted on it with his thumb:

"Of course, it might hurt a little - because this gun was invented to blow out the caster's head and heart."

Um? !

"boom--!"

Just when Feier's eyes widened, a gunshot rang out.

Anson, who was smiling and raising his gun, stared at the Cressy family head whose pupils were gradually dilating, and his whole body froze in place.

It wasn't because there was a mistake, but just at the moment when he fired, he heard another voice.

"Bang bang bang!"

Heavy knocking on the door echoed in the messy guest room.

Anson looked back with a heavy expression and looked at the closed door.

In the dead silence, urgent notes kept ringing in my ears, urging and warning.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."

………………

In the dimly lit corridor, looking at Ludwig (Anson) who opened the door and looked at him curiously, he immediately touched his chest and saluted:

"Dear Special Envoy of Sailing City, my father ordered me to invite you downstairs to the restaurant to share breakfast with our family."

"breakfast?"

The sleepy Anson was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the still dark balcony, and said in confusion: "But...it's not daylight yet!"

"Already." Nora explained:

"The 'morning' in Baker Territory comes earlier than that in Sailing City - we are a settlement in the forest, and there are many hunters in the village. They need to set out before their prey wakes up, otherwise it will be difficult to have many hunters." Good harvest.”

What kind of weird theory is this before the prey wakes up... Anson, who was complaining in his heart, showed a look of realization: "So that's it."

"Originally, my mother and I wanted to wait for the sun to rise before inviting you to come down for dinner, but considering that you still have to discuss the agreement with your father, we thought it would be more appropriate to do it as early as possible, so as not to delay other things. ." Nora smiled slightly:

"Of course, if you're prepared to postpone the discussion for a few more days, that's certainly possible."

"No! Just today." Anson immediately agreed: "Since it is an invitation from Mr. Baker, of course we as guests cannot refuse."

With that said, he was about to close the door and leave, but was stopped by Nora.

"Please wait a moment."

Looking at Anson who was about to leave, Nora looked at Phil Cressy who was lying on the bed in the room, his whole body covered with a quilt, and Lisa who was still sleeping soundly next to him:

"Master Draco (Fair) and Miss Sophia (Lisa)...aren't they together?"

"Them?" Anson was deliberately startled, and then explained without changing his expression:

"Maybe because he's not used to the climate in the forest, Draco feels a little uncomfortable when he catches a cold. He may have to stay in bed for a while."

"As for Sophia...she played so late last night, I'm afraid she won't be able to get up until noon."

"Oh, that's right."

Noila nodded slightly, then looked at the room where everything was normal, her expression did not show anything abnormal: "Then please come with me, father is already waiting in the restaurant."

"OK."

Anson, who closed the door and followed the other person out of the corridor, breathed a sigh of relief.

What a close call...I almost got exposed!

At the moment when the opponent broke in, Ansen relied on the power of [Smoke Entertainment Home] and used smoke to restore the entire room to its "original state"; but such a complicated operation was simply an extreme test for him now.

Fortunately, Nora was not overly suspicious and walked into the room to see with her own eyes, otherwise she would have been betrayed on the spot!

With a slight chance of escaping death, Anson and Nora came to the ground floor in a calm mood; Mrs. Camille was busy in the kitchen. In the huge dining room, only Baker was sitting at the dining table, reading something, with a Holding a steaming teapot.

Looking at Anson who came down alone, the lord did not show anything unusual in his eyes. He just looked at each other briefly, then raised his hand to signal Anson to sit down, and at the same time turned his eyes to the other side:

"Nora."

"What are your orders, father?"

"It's nothing." Baker flipped over the book in his hand: "When you come down, just find a place to sit down by yourself. Don't dawdle around."

"Oh, before that, don't forget to give Lord Ludwig (Anson) a cup of tea."

I've been reading horror novels recently, and I've become a little nervous.