I will be crowned king

The young knight roared loudly and ran anxiously under the night, curling up the blood on the blade and tearing open the sea of ​​​​fire, leaving no trace of scarlet behind.

The figure struggling to death in the flames rushed towards him desperately, but before he got closer to three steps, a translucent vapor had already hit him; the speed comparable to that of a rifle leaving the mutated pagans could only I could clearly see the afterimage of the blade, and there was no time to dodge, and it was split into two.

At the same time, he combined his own power with the power "obtained" from Fel Crecy, so that the power of Louis Bernard's Sea Knight bloodline was not just as pure as one plus one, but directly reached a new level. , as if a door that had never been imagined was opened.

The ability to manipulate water vapor not only enriches his attack methods, but also greatly improves combat efficiency; his highly enhanced body and senses not only give him the endurance to manipulate water vapor, but also greatly improve the accuracy and scale of manipulation.

Of course, the increase in strength cannot come without a price, and it will only be more serious than in the past - but now Louis has no time to care about this. He only cares about whether he can rush to Freya as soon as possible and do everything possible to save her.

Although he could only detect a very weak breath, the young knight was 100% sure that the elf girl was still alive; the Ysel elf who had awakened the power of his blood and became the "blasphemous mage" was not so easy to kill. In a sense, he could even Said to be immortal.

As beings that violate the natural laws of this world, although they still look the same as before, they are essentially another form or level of life; they will not die due to injuries or organ failure. The concept of life and death does not apply to them.

"Fifty meters ahead, turn left!"

Anson yelled and pulled the revolver trigger, and the lead bullet marked with [Hunting] pulled out a golden-red beam of light under the night sky. With the angle that it was instantly stuck, he shot six pagans' heads along the way with one shot; The flaming tentacle's torso twitched and fell to the ground, knocking down an already crumbling building, which collapsed the moment the two passed by.

"boom--!"

The infidels who were unable to escape were buried alive, and streams of dark red blood flowed out from under the mountains of rubble.

After confirming that he had blocked the pursuers behind him, Anson, who was running wildly, immediately put his right hand into his shirt pocket and stuffed the last six rounds of lead bullets into the magazine - he was here for a banquet tonight, not a battle, so of course he couldn't do it all. Armed.

"How far away?!"

"Come on, there are still two streets to go!"

Not daring to delay at all, Anson immediately responded to the young knight rushing at the front; Louis was in a very unstable mood now, and the power of his Sea Knight bloodline needed to remain calm, otherwise the ability would be directly ineffective - so he must not continue Let him be too severely stimulated.

It is precisely because of this that he never interfered with Louis' decision from beginning to end, and at the same time cooperated with his actions as much as possible, hiding his doubts deep in his heart.

For example, why didn't the gravekeeper kill Freya?

As the only blasphemous mage-level spellcaster in White Whale Port, Freya can be said to be the only one who can threaten their existence; as long as she is killed, even if all the others are added, they will not be as good as her alone... Elf the value of.

There are only two most reasonable explanations: they can't do it, or they do it on purpose.

"boom--!"

One shot blasted the fish that had escaped the young knight's attack. The only round of ammunition left was missing. Anson, who was biting his pipe, frowned more and more.

It would be best if they couldn't really kill Freya due to their abilities or certain limitations; but then they would definitely try their best to prevent the rescue. The number of heretics blocking themselves and Louis should be more than this. The combat effectiveness should also be a few levels higher, instead of the current stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

But if it was intentional... why?

What good can it do to them to attract themselves and Louis to the position where Freya fell?

"Puff puff--"

The translucent water vapor followed the figure of the young knight and swept out streaks of blood mist in the street. As the two figures continued to approach the target, the number of enemies became smaller and smaller; the pagans in the surrounding streets seemed to feel some kind of A higher level of pressure would not dare to come near this place.

"Louis! We're almost there, just..."

"I know!"

Louis Bernard, who pursed his lips tightly, fixed his gaze on the ruins of a building directly in front of him; the two-story building seemed to have been penetrated by some kind of cylindrical high-altitude falling object from the roof and then exploded, collapsing quite neatly.

Although he didn't have the "power" of insight like Anson, his enhanced senses and keen sense of combat still gave him a sense of something ominous.

Maybe... this is a trap.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Louis Bernard raised the long knife in front of him, and then... ran straight and without hesitation, towards the direction of the elf girl.

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"I repeat, I really don't think this is a good idea!"

In the dark living room of Rune Mansion, the uneasy shouts of the Wild Hunt Knights echoed.

At this moment, the three Faithless Knights who were supposed to be staying in the "safe house" of the White Whale Harbor Council stood motionless in the corner of the living room, staring at each other intently, with extremely uneasy expressions on each other's faces.

Carno chose to ignore Derek's complaints and complaints, while Ian had a bitter smile on his face.

Obviously, this decision was not made by him, and there was nothing he could do about the final outcome.

"Then I'll reiterate again, this is the best way."

The cold voice of William Gottfried came from the fourth corner of the room. The first technical advisor of the colony faced the wall and gestured around with the sterling silver pendant he took out from his neck, as if he was looking for something.

"So what exactly are you looking for?"

"A life-saving straw, a key prop to defeat or even reverse the situation. It is our only hope to successfully survive tonight."

"...Can you please give me more details?"

"It depends on how much you believe in what I'm doing, it's science and I told you to believe in science."

"We escaped from that lounge for you, escorted you to kill dozens of heretics, and even went to the Luen family's house to steal things - I think we are qualified to know more detailed things."

"..."

Putting down his sore right hand weakly, William sighed helplessly. Sometimes he really envied the narcissistic Saint Isaac, who could show off his power in front of a group of ignorant people and proudly explain a lot of things that were completely clear at a glance.

This is not the most painful thing. The most painful thing is that the next reaction of those ignorant people is completely predictable - they really don't understand how fun this kind of thing is.

Unfortunately, his plan still requires their existence, and they must be willing to accept it... Turning around silently, William spread his hands:

"It's easy. I'll explain it in as simple terms as possible, but I'll only say it once so please don't interrupt me."

The three Dereks looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"To explain it in the simplest terms, it is that the gravekeepers of the Land of Rest are preparing to start their long-prepared... big plan in Beluga Port due to someone's reasons." William said feebly:

"Yes, I know you must have heard of this word. The old gods in the old world especially like to talk about this word. They want to restore the glory of the past when spellcasters ruled the world and destroy the false god of the Ring of Order."

"This is the 'big plan' in their minds. As far as I know, many Old God Sect organizations are really working in this direction, especially many Old God Sect organizations that have penetrated into various wealthy families - but this That’s not the point!”

"The focus is on the real, most original 'grand plan', which is to continue the ambition of the three old gods, to allow the life in this world to continuously evolve, and to give birth to a truly 'perfect' life."

"Okay, don't be so surprised, because I'm almost as surprised as you - I didn't know about it more than ten minutes ago; but in terms of how to achieve this goal, the tombkeepers of the Resting Land have some... very creative ideas .”

"I won't go into details. In short... they seem to be planning to use someone to distort the time and space of Beluga Port and bring the dead three old gods back to this world."

"What?!"

"Um?!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

The three people who had a tacit understanding blurted out almost simultaneously again, with shock on their faces.

"Very good, very good. I knew you would have this expression - so I already knew that it would be impossible for you not to interrupt."

William shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face: "But you don't have to be so nervous, because it is impossible for the tombkeeper to succeed. The Luen family has long been aware of this problem, so they prepared a secret weapon in advance to avoid this kind of problem." Worst case scenario.”

"And what we have to do now is to find this secret weapon, and then... bring it safely to the place where Anson Bach is, to stop the ambition of the tombkeeper."

"Yes, you should have guessed that that 'someone' is Anson Bach. If anything happens to him tonight, the three old gods will be resurrected in Moby Dick Harbor, and we will be completely ruined."

"Don't ask me why he is so special, because I don't know either. I only knew this information less than an hour earlier than you - that's it, what's the problem?"

"On a."

Ian glanced at his companion: "That... secret weapon, what does it look like?"

"I don't mean anything else. I just think that since time is tight, maybe we should look for it separately, so that it may be more efficient."

"That's a good suggestion." William's eyes lit up, and then he spread his hands:

"Unfortunately, even I don't know its specific appearance, because I have only been here once, and I only know the existence of this secret weapon, so I'm afraid..."

The words stopped abruptly.

As if he heard something, William turned to look at the window on one side, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Ah, it seems we are lucky."

Um?

Ian and the three of them were stunned at the same time, looking in the direction of his gaze, and then...

At the same time, his eyes widened.

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"Flea——!"

In the ruins of the collapsed building, the anxious young knight threw his sword directly on the spot, ran staggeringly, and climbed to the side of the elf girl. "Plop!" He knelt down on the rubble pile everywhere, his knees The wound on his calf was torn open and he didn't even notice it.

Freya, who fell in the ruins, closed her eyes gently, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, as if an angel had fallen into sleep; her delicate long dress was covered with dust, and her body was covered with traces of frostbite and falls. Her fair, silky skin Green and purple.

But that's not the most serious thing. From head to toe, the girl's body has no signs of even a glimmer of life.

"Flea...Flea..." Louis' voice was choked with sobs. He was gritting his teeth in great pain, his hands floating in the air kept shaking, and he did not even dare to touch the elf girl's body easily.

He could clearly feel that Freya still had some breath, but it was too weak; and he, a gifted person, had no means to help her at all, and seemed so helpless.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Louis finally mustered up the courage and slowly held the elf girl in his arms; his trembling pupils were glistening and wet her shoulders.

The young knight raised his head desperately, looking at the starry night sky above his head, but he could not feel any peace. The only image in his mind was the image of the delicate girl in his arms falling and hitting the cold rubble hard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but..."

Anson silently approached from behind the young knight, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible: "It's very dangerous here. We have to leave as soon as possible to bring her to a safe place."

As he finished speaking, Anson couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth... In a safe place, where else in Beluga Port can be considered "safe"?

The young knight didn't say anything. He hugged Freya tightly and stood up. He looked at the sword that Anson kindly handed over and shook his head:

"No, thanks."

"you sure?"

Anson raised his eyebrows. Although they had eliminated many enemies on the way here, it did not mean that they would be safe next.

"Yeah." The young knight nodded slightly, with a hint of apology in his lonely expression: "Take that...I can't guarantee that she won't get hurt."

"……All right."

Anson could only nod slightly, holding Louis' saber tightly in his left hand, holding the revolver with only four bullets left in his right hand, and walked ahead.

Now that the direction of the port has fallen, thousands of Lord of the Abyss' worms are flooding into the city. Fabian's troops outside the city are still rushing here. Counting the clearing out of the infidels who are in the way, it will take at least half a hours to arrive.

At present, it seems that only Rune Mansion is the safest place.

Just as the two were about to leave, a dull voice emerged in their hearts at the same time:

"Sorry, but none of you can leave."