I will be crowned king

Mrs. Camille, whose blood was gushing out, was like a puppet without strings. She collapsed outside the door of the prayer room. Her twitching body was split into two by the door. The dark red plasma gathered into a non-existent "head" before breaking her neck. Leaving long shadows.

The girl holding the steam gun jumped up, carrying a strange "cylindrical weapon" behind her, and appeared from the shadows.

"Anson?!"

The big scarlet eyes instantly locked onto the kneeling figure in front of the altar, threw the "weapon" behind him, and rushed towards him desperately.

"I'm fine!"

Anson gritted his teeth and said, resisting the dizziness. Then he heard a scream and realized that the "weapon" thrown by Lisa was actually Phil Cressy - his whole body was being used. Bedsheets, curtains, blankets, and a pile of fabrics with no visible texture turned into colorful mummies.

Apparently Lisa and her dear sister Thalia learned more than just cooking.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to hide in the guest room and wait for me to come back to join you?"

Looking at Lisa's big anxious, scared and worried eyes, Anson couldn't help but ask.

"What's going on... I think it's more appropriate for you to tell us such a profound question!"

Phil Cressey, who was tied into a rice dumpling, raised his face with "I'm not angry" written all over it. He looked funny and humorous: "He clearly warned us to be low-key and calm. Don't overly stimulate the other party. Do it first." Find out what they want to do, why they appear so close to Sailing City...and then kill Baker’s whole family backhandedly!”

Probably because Lisa was tied too tightly, the eccentric Phil had to lie on the ground and keep turning upwards to open his mouth normally. He looked like a fish that accidentally landed and was trying desperately to avoid dying of thirst.

But Anson had no time to laugh now. He noticed another thing: "Wait, did you leave the guest room and rush out to meet me because you heard the sound of fighting outside?"

Because of the side effects of the power of blood, he had no memory of the fifteen minutes before his death. He had no memory of what he had done, but there shouldn't have been such a big mistake.

Anson looked at Lisa anxiously, and then got an even more horrifying answer from her: "No, it was Lulu who told Lisa that Anson killed Nora."

"Lulu ran outside the door and told Lisa about Nora being killed through the door. She also asked Lisa to thank Anson for her...oh, she wanted to thank Anson for her!"

Lulu? !

Did she run out of the bedroom on the third floor? !

Do you still want to thank yourself? !

Shock can no longer describe Anson's expression at this time. He suddenly realized that he might have made a serious mistake. The tight time allowed him to ignore something, something very important... Wait! !

If the existence of the Baker family is not a cover for "Lulu", but surveillance and a seal, they are not "family" or "master and servant", but the relationship between jailers and prisoners; the entire settlement is actually used to guard her, And a prison that is protected from outsiders, then...

With indescribable horror, Anson slowly looked back and looked at the altar of the old gods behind him.

Under the darkness, faint green smoke from the candles that had long been extinguished surrounded the dilapidated statue of the Original Ring. Only the last intact ring remained on the blood-stained statue.

There is another piece, that is to say...

"Lisa - get down!" Anson shouted tremblingly, and at the same time took out the mist pipe from his pocket:

"Mrs. Camille is not dead, she is still alive!"

The girl didn't hesitate at all. She rushed behind Anson as soon as he opened his mouth and squatted down with her arms around the steam gun.

"You're still alive, how is this possible?"

Feir, who was still struggling like a fish on a chopping board, raised his head with an expression of extreme surprise: "I saw with my own eyes that her head was smashed and her chest was completely sunk. Even a blood mage..."

Before they finished speaking, the two people who noticed something at the same time looked towards the door. The headless "Mrs. Camille" had stood up from the ground at some point. Her twitching body raised her trembling right hand and pointed her index finger at the door. In front of.

Anson, who was suddenly feeling chilly, didn't care to think about it. He decisively started the fog pipe and snapped his fingers with a "pop!"

Curse magic, [Yam Entertainment Home].

A "wall of smoke" composed of thick fog instantly cut across the entire prayer room, blocking the space between the three of them and Mrs. Camille.

"boom--"

Amidst the sharp and ear-piercing sound, the specially widened and thickened "smoke wall" collapsed, as if a real sound wave rushed straight towards Ansen who was standing in front of him.

Without any warning, the whole person exploded into countless pieces of meat and raindrops of plasma.

"Anson-?!"

The screamed Lisa's eyes instantly turned scarlet, as if burning with endless anger.

"exist!"

Anson's slightly weak voice came from the darkness, mixed with a little gasping - the torn flesh and blood turned into wisps of fine smoke, which gradually condensed and took shape in front of the altar.

If he hadn't retained the [Smoke-shaped Man], a trump card that could block a fatal injury, the indiscriminate attack just now would have been enough to kill him on the spot!

But although this spell can offset fatal injuries, it cannot erase the pain, especially the injuries suffered before being "killed"... The veins near the temples popped out one by one, and the strong dizziness felt like there were thousands of them. Tens of thousands of iron needles were inserted into his head, making it difficult to even stand up.

At this moment, Mrs. Camille, who was twitching all over, suddenly moved again, and a strange-shaped tumor gradually squeezed out of the center of the broken neck where blood was gushing out, and squirmed into the shape of a head, and she let out a sharp cry again:

"you you you--!"

"You all must die! You all..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the head covered in blood exploded into pieces again.

Angrily, Lisa raised the steam gun, pointed it at Mrs. Camille and pulled the trigger frantically.

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

The continuous roar seemed to be just one gunshot. Mrs. Camille, who was standing twitching outside the door of the prayer room, was like a "matching game". Her head, arms, legs, chest, waist... were constantly hit by invisible "bullets". "It turned into overflowing plasma and disappeared without a trace.

Phil Cressy, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was dumbfounded - he didn't even remember that this gun could be so powerful when fired continuously.

"What's next?"

"run!"

Facing Lisa's inquiry, Anson, who was suppressing a headache, glanced at the original ring sculpture with only one piece left, and said without hesitation: "The target has been exposed. If you continue to stay here, you will only be surrounded and killed. You must escape as soon as possible." go out."

The most important thing is that since "Lulu" dares to tell Lisa this, it proves that she has almost lifted the seal. If they continue to delay, in addition to the invincible Mrs. Camille, they will have to face a more terrifying enemy!

The girl helped Anson stand up, and the two relied on each other and headed outside the Baker Mansion.

In the dark prayer room, only the bodies of Mrs. Camille and Nora were left, the burned out candles, the broken sculpture of the Original Ring, and...

A figure who was tied into a rice dumpling by a girl was still in the corner.

In the dead silence, Phil Cressy looked at the two figures who had walked away and sighed helplessly.

"Click."

Just when he was thinking about how to break free, he suddenly heard some strange... noises.

Feir, who looked tense, swallowed, twisted his mummified body, and slowly turned his eyes to look at the source of the sound.

It was a splinter, a fragment of bone.

To be more precise, it was a fragment of a certain part of Mrs. Camille's body, with some flesh and blood attached to it.

It is like a leech, slowly squirming in the plasma, sucking the surrounding plasma at the same time, making more and more flesh and blood behind itself, more and more...

Not only it, but just reflected in Feier's pupils, there are dozens or hundreds of "fragments" that are slowly moving, gathering, joining together, and returning to their original shape.

With a pale face, he stared at "Mrs. Camille" whose feet had been broken out in a pool of blood. After a moment of confusion, he took a breath:

"...Help-!!!"

……………………

"Oh, are you finally showing up?"

Along with the sound coming from the distance, Thalia August Rune stared at the settlement in the distance and murmured to herself with a slightly raised corner of her mouth.

The originally cloudless and clear sky looked like broken glass, revealing dark cracks; and as the cracks gradually fell away, a new moon suddenly hung high in the sky!

No... To be precise, the current time is night, and the so-called "daytime" is a fictional illusion!

boom--

Along with the thunderous roar, the cracks in the sky became more and more obvious, and the dark midnight gradually emerged from the cracked traces; leaving a huge silhouette on the earth.

A strong magical reaction seeped out from the silhouette, as if it was trying to break free from the last shackles.

"I do not understand."

Staring at the vision above her head, Freya Moses Field frowned slightly: "How did you discover it?"

Facing the elf girl's question, Thalia, who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, did not forget to curtsy to the other party, and said softly with incomparable calmness: "Dear Majesty the Queen, it's not me who is aware of it, but my dear Anson... all of this is... He planned it."

"As you asked, he did not trust the villain Phil Cressy, but on the surface he still pretended to have absolute trust in him, used himself as bait, and went to this extremely suspicious settlement in person. "

"He guessed that the other party would have made arrangements in advance, but the time should not be too far ahead of him, and with a little bit of luck - so we successfully intercepted and killed the four unfaithful people in the woods. Member of the Order.”

"In this way, no matter what thoughts or purposes he had for this place before, he must obey dear Anson."

"What happens after that will be a matter of course..." Talia's eyes showed deep admiration:

"The deaths of the four 'intruders' successfully aroused the vigilance of the other party, allowing them to focus all their attention on Anson who used him as a bait - the other party did not know what happened and hoped to get enough from them. intelligence, but this exposed the flaw and allowed us to successfully find the location of the settlement."

Of course, the most important thing here is Lisa... Thalia secretly thought in her heart, her expression still calm:

"Through some testing, force the opponent to reveal part of his strength; then get rid of one of the three 'sealers' to break the shackles."

"Although dear Anson specifically asked me to erase the memory of conversations with him before setting off to ensure nothing goes wrong; but with his cautious style and meticulous observation, it is only normal to discover anomalies and destroy them... "

"Next, I just need to trouble you to seal off the surrounding area to prevent the other party from escaping, and at the same time help Anson and the others escape." Thalia took half a step forward and said with an extremely complimentary tone:

"As for the dirty little things like capturing or even killing the opponent...just leave it to Talia to do it alone."

The elf girl's face was expressionless, and her already scarlet pupils were mixed with a little disgust at her superficial respect:

"You still haven't answered my question."

"well?"

Thalia looked up and blinked confused eyes.

"How...how did you find out?" Looking at each other, Freya said word by word:

"The true identity of the spell caster of this settlement, and... its relationship with the Land of Rest?"

The moment the elf girl finished speaking, Thalia's pupils visibly trembled.

She paused for a moment, and her smile grew wider as she met the elf girl's gaze; but in Freya's eyes, this smile was already overflowing with murderous intent:

"Your question confuses me a little bit."

"But it doesn't matter. I can tell you frankly - yes, from the very beginning, the Luen family has never considered living in peace with the ancient 'gravekeepers' of the Land of Rest. The so-called 'union' is just a cover. That’s all.”

"Partner? Alliance? Comrade...hehehe, are you kidding me?"

"Even if they did not adhere to those ridiculous ancient rules, there could be no so-called 'alliance' between spellcasters; otherwise my father Rune would not have killed his lifelong friend, Simple August."

"On the road of evolution, the higher you go and the closer you are to the end, the less likely there is such a thing as a 'friend', especially when the other party is likely to evolve more successfully than you!"

"So yes, that 'Mr. Baker' is right. Finding the land of rest is the purpose of the Luen family coming to the new world - and although it is our first time here, we have explored this land for a long time. It’s been done many times.”

"Including the so-called 'Lord of the Abyss'... He probably really thought he had hurt me, but he didn't know that a certain 'Black Mage' who had seen him in person had already told me all the information."

Looking at the stunned elf girl, Thalia smiled again:

"Looking at your incredible appearance, let me tell you one more thing - that's what I'm talking about, all of this..."

"It's all part of his plan, dear Anson."

It feels like Talia's villainous temperament has been revealed in advance - but then again, no one thinks she is a positive character, right?