I will be crowned king

The moment the words fell, the steam around the elf girl began to heat up rapidly, and many orange-red spots suddenly appeared under the dark night.

Like cute fireworks and sparks, surrounding the girl, she is really cute.

"boom--!"

The next second, these "cute" light spots exploded without warning, and the explosion flames turned into a ball of light with a radius of fifty meters; just like the sun under the night.

Most of the dark clouds covering the entire dome instantly dissipated, and even the strange faces formed in the dark clouds were torn apart, leaving nothing behind.

But the darkness shrouding the Port of Beluga has not dissipated, and even the dark clouds that Freya annihilated with the explosion are quickly coming back; the howling blizzard still dominates the Port of Beluga, and the indescribable darkness still spreads on the land.

And in the port not far away, the boiling seawater is also constantly rolling up huge waves, hitting the tens of meters high wall of fire again and again; even if they are buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, thousands of worms are still fighting for their lives. threw themselves towards the shore.

Volleys of gunfire flickered one after another behind the wall of fire. The 2nd and 3rd Infantry Regiments, which had been temporarily pulled up, relied on the temporarily repaired simple fortifications to sweep away the fish that had slipped through the net.

And there will only be more and more worms that gradually evolve to withstand the burning flames.

Freya knew very well that there wasn't much time left for her - if she couldn't quickly deal with the Shadow Demon and other monsters hiding in this darkness, let the Lord of the Abyss break through the defense line left by him and defend this place. On the Tomb Man's home court, she had no chance of winning.

The light gradually dissipated, and the elf girl floating in mid-air opened her arms again.

The flames attached to her body quickly turned into golden-red rings one after another, and then quickly spread around with herself as the axis.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-..."

The concentrated firelight is like the ripples of sound waves, overwhelming and repeating; every time it spreads, thousands of roars explode in the darkness.

The cursed undead summoned by the Shadow Demon are ignited the moment they touch the flames; the embers flying in the sky will even strengthen the next round of halo, continuing to burn the existence further away.

This is the power of the Conjurer - as long as it is within the casting range, all natural laws can be distorted at will; the flames can not only evaporate the wind and snow, but can even blow the undead into pieces, and even turn them into part of their own power, which in turn threatens enemy.

Of course, the converse is also true; therefore, the battle between conjurers becomes a battle between rules. The strength and reaction speed of both parties are compared. The one with more skill can easily achieve a crushing situation, allowing the opponent to even There was no room for counterattack.

As an Iser elf with the highest purity of blood, Freya has a natural advantage in this regard.

Regardless of the control of power or range, everything is as easy for her as eating and drinking, and she will not be as easy as a conjurer who runs out of energy or uses up the magic that has been rubbed in advance. Ordinary people who have a stronger sense of distance.

But her weaknesses are also extremely obvious: she lacks experience, and her strength is highly bound to her emotions.

"Um?!"

The strong sense of distance made the elf girl aware of the danger behind her in advance, and she subconsciously looked back: a cursed undead that had escaped the halo had already approached behind her before she knew it.

With a cold look on her face, Freya immediately dodged and let the dagger floating beside her throw out a beam of light to sweep away; but the floating undead unexpectedly predicted the direction of the counterattack and attacked her directly against the beam of light.

boom--

The twisted undead screamed unreasonable murmurs and rushed into the elf girl's body; in an instant, countless vicious thoughts, the memories she most didn't want to recall, and the most terrifying scenes... poured in like a flood. her consciousness.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

As the light dissipated, shrill screams began to echo in the dome.

……………………

While the fire was splashing in the sky, the mysterious shadow symbolizing death also continued to appear on the ground, moving closer to the location of the banquet hall.

Wearing tattered cloaks, they staggered out of the corners and shadows of streets and alleys, walking with stumbling steps, gathering in groups like old people, and more and more... At first there were only a dozen, and soon it turned into dozens, hundreds...

“Boom—!”

A ray of translucent water vapor swept across the street outside the parliament gate, and instantly countless blood spilled out in the darkness; under the torn cloak, a group of human-shaped tentacles were torn apart, twitching and squeezed together.

"What is this?!"

The young knight wielding a long sword looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, and his pale face felt indescribable nausea in his heart.

He has seen battlefields littered with corpses, and he has also seen the remains of corpses crushed by artillery shells, but compared with the scene in front of him, all that seems to be worth mentioning; the most important thing is that the touch is not a visual impact. , but comes from a deeper, spiritual and even soul level impact.

"The Fallen God...or the indigenous pagans who ate the Fallen God's rebellion, at least that's how they describe it."

Anson, who spoke calmly, pulled the trigger of the "dagger" and shot the heretic missed by Louis: "The difference between the Old Gods in the New World and the World of Order is quite big. They are even more... fanatical."

"After eating the eggs of the Fallen God, their bodies will undergo alienation. After gradually losing their minds, they will become the stage of a certain evil god, either with stronger power, or with their vitality greatly strengthened, or with... The mental power is highly enhanced...or both, and some can even be strengthened to a level comparable to that of a blasphemous mage."

"What?!"

The young knight was startled, and the water vapor he swung out almost split the building opposite into two.

The two lonely people stood guard in front of the gate of the parliament, guarding the only direction in which the invading darkness could attack, blocking the figure that was desperately attacking the building behind them.

Of course, it was entirely Louis Bernard's idea, but Anson had no choice.

On the one hand, the young knight was determined not to wait any longer and wanted to take action to protect the innocent people of Beluga Harbor; on the other hand, the situation broke out very suddenly, and Anson did not take any corresponding defensive measures at all - or rather It’s useless even if you do it.

Facing the attack of the tombkeeper, he, a mere fifth-level conjurer, could only do so much except wait for death and call Thalia for support.

But the crisis at hand is equally urgent... No matter what the purpose of the Gravekeeper is, Beluga Harbor and the Storm Legion cannot afford to take the risk of half the city turning into ruins, let alone letting the supporters in the hall behind them die violently or even Become a monster.

The situation was critical, no matter how much he feared death, he had to step forward.

"boom--"

With the crisp snap of his fingers, the golden-red [Rising Fire] rolled in, and the translucent water vapor mixed with the scream swept across half of the street, and the bloody tentacles turned into broken carbon slag everywhere.

To be honest, Anson is very glad that he carried out the "shooting army" plan that was not very smooth - in any case, at least it greatly reduced the number of indigenous people in Beluga Harbor City, otherwise the number of heretics that appeared would not be the same as it is now. .

"They're coming again, be careful!"

While quickly loading the "Dagger" revolver, Anson loudly reminded the young knight beside him.

The darkness shrouding the entire city can block light and sound, but it cannot block the power of "superpowers"; at this moment, with the White Whale Harbor Council as the center, most of the city's images are reflected in Anson's mind:

The 2nd and 3rd Infantry Regiments, which were resisting at the port, were gradually falling into panic and uneasiness in the banquet hall. Lisa was rushing towards this side while killing like crazy, the elf girl who was fighting to the death with the enemy on the dome... and the ones who had already left. The headquarters assembled and set off, and the main force of the legion was marching towards the city.

As long as the army enters the city, the small number of heretics can be suppressed quickly, and the freed up himself and Louis Bernard can help Freya who is in a bitter battle, or support the port that is increasingly struggling.

Of course, before that, he must first go find the respected technical advisor and find out why he got together with the three members of the Faithless Knights, and what the purpose of the runes all over the room was. What to do.

"Puff-puff-puff-puff-"

The sound of sharp blades tearing flesh and blood echoed around, and the young knight holding a long knife walked alone in the darkness, bringing up large pieces of flesh and blood every time he swung it.

Not only has he gained the ability to control water vapor, but also in terms of reactions and movements, Louis' strength has far exceeded that of the last time the two faced off; even if his senses are greatly restricted, the surrounding pagans are still unable to Get within three steps of him.

If during the Battle of Eagle Point City, Anson could barely defeat the opponent in close combat by relying on "cheating", then now I am afraid that the only possibility is to be crushed unilaterally.

Relying on the "insurmountable" barrier that Louis swept out with his long knife, Anson, who was hiding in the back row, was basically doing nothing except constantly using his revolver to recharge, harassing, and occasionally providing "views".

Although they have not cooperated in a real sense, the cooperation between the two so far can still be described as "tacit understanding"; in front of the parliament gate with a wide area but narrow passage, they even formed an absolute crushing of the pagan army. .

Although the heretics who ate the eggs of the Meteor God gained unimaginable vitality and might not die even if their hearts were blown out, their numbers were still declining sharply due to the unilateral and crazy slaughter.

But just when everything seemed to be going in an orderly manner, a loud thunder-like sound suddenly exploded above the two of them.

………………

"boom----!!!!"

In the thick darkness, the flames that had just been extinguished exploded again, rising into the sky toward the dark clouds.

And it's even more fierce, more intense, and more dazzling than before!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

In the center of the rising flames, the eyes of the elf girl screaming in pain were already purple and crimson. She was deeply stung by the images that flooded into her mind. She was in pain that could no longer be described in words.

At this moment, even if Louis Bernard personally stepped forward to stop him, Freya was not sure whether she would obey his wishes.

Now she only has one thought: "You must die——!"

Boom—boom—boom—boom—

Violent flames exploded beside the elf girl. Countless cursed undead souls rushed towards the petite figure that was rising into the sky, but they could not even get close and were wiped out in the explosion.

"Despicable bastard, scum, despicable insect, fanatic... I swear, I swear you will regret doing this, you will!"

Freya, who fell into a rage, kept cursing, and her countless powers continued to rise as her emotions heated up rapidly. The blurred boundaries were broken one after another, and the body wrapped in flames gradually turned into the shape of flames.

If the flames are the form of destruction of all things, then she is the "destruction" itself; if the shadow is the back side of the light, then she is the source of all light at this moment.

call--

The extremely dazzling scorching sun soars to the top of the dome, overlooking the shapeless dark clouds and the darkness and blizzard flowing on the earth below.

"I see, it's hidden here."

The scarlet blood pupils glanced at the figure lurking in the shadows, spying on him coldly, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of the elf girl's mouth.

Thousands of undead swarmed into the sky, but when they penetrated the dark clouds and were illuminated by the light around the girl, they immediately let out shrill screams and disappeared like ice and snow under the sun.

At this moment, the power of the Shadow Demon was completely crushed by Freya's casting range, and anyone who came close could not escape.

"You know... there was such a legend in the history of the Yser elves. We who are trapped by emotions can only reach a height comparable to our ancestors by exerting our emotions to the extreme."

Freya smiled coldly, and the dagger that had turned into flames kept changing shapes in her hands: "We are the blood descendants of the true God, the only sons of God; but we are also burdened with a curse, and we have fallen and fallen in the world where the true god has left. .”

"Awakening the bloodline of God and regaining its past glory is the inherent responsibility and obligation of every Yser Elf; but after thousands of years, even the purest bloodline of the past has long since lost this Responsibility is left behind and never mentioned again.”

"Even I have already let go of this burden, because I have found a new motivation to live on - even the Ysel elves should not always be bound by the past; the future is still very long, we should Search for a new life.”

"But today, I may become the first elf in thousands of years to regain glory again."

"And it's all, all thanks to you...scum." Freya's voice suddenly became much gentler, and her mood seemed to have returned to normal:

"Thank you."

"Then, farewell."

Before he finished speaking, the flaming dagger turned into a golden-red, extremely slender spear.

With the movement of her fingers, it fell from the sky.

I should have posted it earlier, but... Freya's madness requires a sense of empathy.