I will be crowned king

“…because of the environment.”

Under the bright moon, Ansen, with scarlet eyes, stood on top of the ruins and chuckled at the undead who could never get close to him:

"Using the shadows of the natural world to lurk and hide sounds like a perfect method - wherever there is light, there will be shadows, and as long as it is in darkness, it can be everywhere."

"But just like two sides of a coin, the original advantages can also become disadvantages from another perspective. For example...what if this law of the natural world is reversed?"

"The Shadow Demon, who can rely on his shadow to be everywhere and omnipresent, if he is trapped in a world where 'shadow does not exist', will his power be suppressed or even lose his original power?"

"I don't know, but I think the answer...is yes."

With the corner of his mouth raised confidently, Anson slowly took steps forward and walked forward.

Almost as soon as he took his steps, the undead that surrounded him were like frightened cats, hurriedly retreating; as if just getting close to the shadowless figure would cause great harm to them.

And this is Anson's method to counter the Shadow Demon - expanding the domain to the entire White Whale Port, twisting the laws, and creating a world where "there is no physical body, but the spirit body can leave a shadow."

For a curse mage at the level of a profane mage, doing this is even simpler than casting a spell. Even high-level ordinary spell casters can achieve it if they use some external force, but of course the range will be much smaller.

Controlling everything, twisting the laws, and making the world become what you want, this is the reason why magic was born.

But this easy change is fatal to the Shadow Demon who has mastered both black magic and curse magic - because his power is based on the laws of nature!

This means that although under normal conditions, He is invincible, once the normal laws are distorted, destroyed, and reversed, he will immediately lose the attachment of existence, and the original advantages will become weaknesses.

Even, it was poison enough to kill... Anson looked around, and the undead gathered around him struggled desperately, but they couldn't get rid of the shadow behind them.

Under the original normal laws of nature, the Shadow Demon and the undead controlled by him can travel through the shadows at will and switch to undead form freely; but in Anson's domain, the undead are directly bound to the shadows.

Not only can he avoid attacks by switching states, but he also has to bear the risk of operating in an environment without shadows. If he wants to relieve this state, he must erode or suppress Anson's domain... The shadow demon, which has been severely injured by Freya, obviously cannot do this. to this point.

Until now, Anson finally understood why even though he knew the advantages of mastering multiple magics at the same time, Rune still chose to let Thalia only master blood magic as one evolutionary path - even if the shortcomings can be solved, the more power she will gain. The flaws and weaknesses become more and more obvious.

"And the most important thing... is that the path you chose was wrong from the beginning." Taking out the mist pipe from his arms, Anson showed a flash of contempt in the corner of his eyes:

"The goal of curse magic is to distort, and the goal of black magic is to seek knowledge. You master both methods at the same time, but you choose to rely on magic to adapt to the world."

"The majestic tombkeeper of the true God...succumbed to the laws of nature."

"He is known as the most devout believer of the True God, but his body that serves the True God has betrayed the True God's will from the very beginning. He is just a coward who is afraid of death."

Faced with Anson's unceremonious sarcasm and ridicule, the Shadow Demon seemed very calm. Thousands of undead wandered around the ruins of only a few hundred square meters, turning into a giant vortex that was like a substance, exuding biting ice that penetrated deep into the consciousness. cold.

Feeling the huge pressure coming towards his face, Ansen could even clearly feel the changes in his body: the blood was coagulating, the muscles were stiffening, the heartbeat was gradually slowing down, and the bones were getting brittle... It seemed that he would be penetrated by the opponent's power at any time. , turning into a frozen corpse that breaks into pieces at a touch.

Even so, Ansen's expression was still extremely confident - although there was a gap in strength, in terms of realm, the other party was not at the same level as himself.

"So, you might as well take a guess..." Anson, who was biting on his pipe, narrowed his eyes and blew out a beautiful smoke ring: "Why do I have to do nothing here? Do I have anything to talk about with you? of?"

"That's right, just like you broke through the limitations of the laws of my field, I also need time to solve certain problems."

"Say...solve something you've been trying so hard to stop me from."

As he spoke, the proud Anson slowly raised his right arm; on the tattered clothes, there was an extremely complicated wound.

The original ring overlaps with the hexagram pattern, and there are bloody wounds.

Destroying the opponent's blood sacrifice ceremony was Anson's primary goal - the moment the "Anonymous Glasses" took effect, he immediately activated the [Wound Canvas] and transferred the magic circle directly to his arm.

Since the other party's goal is not Beluga Port but themselves, they will never easily act in a way that threatens their own lives unless absolutely necessary.

What he has to do is to delay as much time as possible until the existence that makes them impatient and willing to take huge risks appears, even if the plan is successful.

As for what that existence is...

"boom--!"

Heart-rending wails exploded in Anson's mind, causing his body to suddenly pause and his mind to fall into a trance with a proud face.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, Anson had already covered the entire Beluga Port. The huge amount of information had occupied most of his thinking ability. Facing the sudden impact, it was inevitable to be affected.

And at this moment, the originally distorted natural laws were slightly restored... The buildings around the ruins had shadows again, and the undead driven by the Shadow Demon immediately fell into darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"Plop!"

Anson fell to one knee in a daze, covering his head with both hands as if he couldn't bear the pain, and his body was trembling slightly.

But if the Shadow Demon captured his expression at this moment, he would find a slightly ferocious smile on Anson's face, which was clearly in pain.

Because the opportunity has finally come!

Opening the field and twisting the laws... This method can indeed limit the Shadow Demon's actions and even directly threaten the opponent's weakness, but it cannot really cause any harm to him.

After all, he is just a blasphemous mage who has just successfully upgraded. If he wants to truly threaten a caster who has lived for thousands of years and mastered two major methods at the same time, even if he grasps the opponent's weakness, it is still too difficult... and he has to take the initiative to reveal it. Just a flaw.

Destroying the magic circle is the first step, and making the opponent mistakenly think that they have broken through their own territory is the second step.

What would a guy like this who is extremely afraid of death do when he is successfully asked to take control?

Of course, he immediately hid in a safe place, and then used a method that would never involve direct contact to solve his target and big trouble as soon as possible.

So, what method will He use?

The battle between conjurers is a battle between domains and laws. Now that Anson has completely opened up the domain, he has a 100% advantage in the situation. If the Shadow Demon wants to win back, he must start from what he is not good at. Start at the spiritual level and rely on curses and negative emotions to make the realm go out of control.

Looking at the overwhelming number of undead that launched suicide attacks against him, Anson knew that he had made the right bet.

"Snapped!"

The moment the snap of fingers echoed, Anson, who was kneeling on one knee, once again disappeared from the sight of the undead without a trace.

But just when they were alerted to some dangerous aura and tried to disperse, a flame, an invisible flame, suddenly lit up the night.

"boom--!!!!"

Amidst the deafening sound, the icy ruins were instantly occupied by blazing flames; the huge pillar of fire first opened like a fan, and then shrank into a bunch again, rushing towards the endless sky.

Curse magic, [Gathering Flame].

Thousands of undead were instantly swallowed up by the flames, leaving no ashes behind and disappeared in the rolling heat wave.

Only a burning pillar of fire was left, burning everything.

In front of the gate of Beluga Harbor, the trio of Faithless Knights who had just fought a bloody battle with the fanatics raised their heads, surrounded Louis Bernard, who was covered in blood, and looked at the "light beam" that instantly illuminated the entire Beluga Harbor. I couldn't say a complete sentence.

But unlike the three people who were shocked and stunned, the young knight's expression at this moment was extremely ugly.

If there was still a trace of uncertainty at the beginning, but the moment he saw the scene in front of him, he was completely sure that the magical aura that expanded to cover the entire Beluga Harbor did indeed belong to that guy!

"Finally...have we come this far...?"

Louis' eyes were tangled, and his voice was trembling slightly.

Not just them, parliament, streets, ports...soldiers, officers, parliamentarians, colonists...

At this moment, the entire White Whale Port was staring at the world with suddenly no shadows around them, looking at the pillar of fire rushing into the sky with widened eyes, widened mouths, and completely stupid expressions.

In the ruins, Anson, bathed in flames, stood in the center of the flames, enjoying the rolling heat waves all around.

This is who I am now.

This is the power that a blasphemous mage can possess after crossing the boundary.

Under the firelight, a translucent undead emerged from the shadows, its empty pupils glowing with scarlet light.

Obviously, that is the Shadow Demon himself.

The undead souls that he spent thousands of years accumulating have been basically wiped out under the joint attack of himself and Freya, and the surrounding shadows have also disappeared without a trace under the limitations of his own domain, leaving him alone to rely on himself. A small part of the domain maintenance.

If you continue to hide in the shadows under this situation, you are simply asking for death - He who had just been hiding was forced to appear under Anson's double blow.

And from this moment on, there is no room for him to hide... For a spellcaster who is extremely afraid of death, there is no situation that makes him more at a loss and extremely panicked than this.

This was Anson's plan.

"boom--!"

A harsh wail rang out in his mind again, and the shadow condensed under the Shadow Demon seemed to have a physical form. After burrowing into the ground, it burst out from under Anson's feet, covering his body in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the undead Shadow Demon began to dissipate, and the shadows that bound his body from head to toe gradually faded and turned into the form of an undead.

In just a few minutes, the Shadow Demon has begun to adapt to the laws twisted by Ansem, and even found a way to use this brand-new law to counter Ansem!

Feeling the sudden coldness, Anson looked into the eyes of the Shadow Demon and decisively pulled out the revolver from his waist, pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

The gunfire flashed, and the lead bullet directly blasted a large hole on the side of his head. Broken bones mixed with blood and brains spurted out.

The next second, "Headshot Anson" who was restrained by the Shadow Demon suddenly turned pale, and finally turned into milky white smoke, which dispersed in all directions.

Curse magic, [Smoke-shaped Man].

As soon as the undead Shadow Demon loosened its grip, the smoky Anson began to gradually return to its original state, and he snapped his fingers again to activate [Wound Canvas].

Anson wants to "give" it to the Shadow Demon before the headshot damage is completely recovered!

To be honest, among the blasphemy mages I have encountered, the Shadow Demon may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most difficult type - even if the shadows are blocked and all his undead are eliminated, the shadow demon is still a powerful one. , a curse mage and black mage who should not be underestimated.

As long as you launch an attack, you will be noticed by the opponent immediately. Therefore, if you want to attack, you can only seize the gap where the opponent cannot react, and you must confront it head-on when it has no way to hide or escape.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is only available now!

A faint light shimmered between Anson's scarlet eyes. He removed an extremely hideous wound from his head and struck straight at the Shadow Demon who had just come into contact with his restraint.

Feeling the danger, the Shadow Demon immediately tried to turn into a shadow - of course it wouldn't be able to avoid Anson's attack, but it could reduce the damage to a minimum or even non-existence.

"So...how can it be possible for you to be so satisfied?"

Anson's mocking tone sounded in the biting and cold air.

Just when the Shadow Demon was about to turn into a shadow, the domain covering the entire White Whale Port suddenly shrank; the originally distorted laws returned to their original state.

The next second, the shadow demon that was about to turn into shadow paused without warning, and the part that had turned into shadow returned to its undead form.

Because under normal natural laws, it is impossible for the undead to have shadows. If they want to become shadows, they must enter ordinary shadows or darkness, and now around them...

But the fire is soaring into the sky!

"puff--!"

Anson suddenly opened his right hand and pressed it tightly on the Shadow Demon's chest, leaving the headshot wound on it.

In an instant, a hot heart jumped out of the wound.

A heart that is hot and branded with the original ring!