I will be crowned king

"Boyd?!"

The instinctive exclamations of the two Judgment Knights simultaneously emerged in Anson Bach's mind, and a flash of smile appeared on his slightly embarrassed cheeks.

Great, so the other shooter with a steam gun is named Marek... The information is getting more and more complete.

Relying on the law of "plan", Anson, who possesses the "Great Magic Book" of black magic and has received "field teaching" from his mentor Mace Honnard, can simulate the ability of black magic, but this effect is incomplete. After all, He is not a real black mage, nor has he really used black magic, so his power and degree are naturally greatly reduced.

The most direct manifestation lies in the basic ability of the black mage, mind reading... In the place of mentor Mace Honard, there are now six Judgment Knights, don't mention their names, I am afraid that their lifetime experiences have been dug up, but Anson has Only the shallowest, most undisguised parts can be heard.

However, the most basic principle of the "Law of Planning" is intelligence. The more information each other has and the more detailed it is, the stronger the effect of the ability and the degree of countermeasures... The Judgment Knights know the identity of their conjurers, so even within their own fields The power of blood can still be effective, but it will be suppressed; and I know basically nothing about them, so I must constantly test and repeatedly dig out the information on the other party in order to exert its full power.

This is very uncomfortable... At the same time, it is necessary to suppress the changes in the aura of the entire audience to avoid being caught by the troops inside and outside Straw Town, especially when another group of Judgment Knights ambushing in the dark noticed the anomaly. Anson had to execute two " plan", and also to avoid conflicts between the two parties due to their respective conditions.

If you want to maximize the effect of the "Law of Planning", you must master as much information as possible, and the person who is best at obtaining intelligence is the black mage ability that he gave up at the beginning... Instructor Mace Honard said to himself What a profound impact...

While complaining in his heart, Anson slowly locked onto the two Judgment Knights who instantly switched positions of offense and defense and attacked him - the two of them had obviously begun to adapt to the misplaced sense of distance distorted by the field, and the impact of the thick fog was no longer there. It was so obvious at first.

"Leave these two people to me! Don't let other bad guys escape from Straw Town, Chief Sheriff Lisa Bach!"

"Oh oh oh oh……!!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl who was in a hurry just a second ago suddenly became excited. She didn't forget to raise her right hand and saluted him coolly: "Don't worry, all the big bad guys can't hide from the bad guys." Sheriff Lisa’s just punishment!”

After saying that, the petite figure disappeared without a trace in the thick fog.

The Judgment Knight, who was holding the revolver tightly, subconsciously tried to stop him. Before he could raise his hand to pull the trigger, a loud bang exploded in his ear, and his right hand, gushing with blood, fell powerlessly.

"You seem to have forgotten my opponent." Holding the Inquisitor's revolver, which was still smoking from the muzzle, Anson had a faint smile on his face:

"This is not good. It's rare that I spared you at least twice... Marco."

The face of the Judgment Knight whose name was called suddenly tightened, and his eyes clearly showed panic.

"clang--!"

The notes of the collision of sharp blades exploded in the thick fog. The bright silver long knife was parried by Anson with his bayonet. Waves of whines came from the slender blade, and sparks bloomed from the focus of the collision almost non-stop.

Instead of cutting off the small bayonet directly, the Judgment Knight named Shiv's face hardened, and he tried to attack behind Anson with only the afterimage of the sword visible, but was stopped the moment he took a step forward.

With a confident smile on his face, Anson's bayonet in his hand, still standing still, seemed to be given life. He accurately captured the direction of the enemy's sharp blade, either colliding head-on or deflecting to one side.

The two of them were almost sticking to each other, always keeping within three steps of each other, which made Marco behind him extremely anxious, but he could never find a chance to make a cold shot. A slight deviation might cause the bloodline power to be released. Sif was killed on the spot... His right hand was injured and he could only use his left hand to scatter, blocking Anson's movement when dodging.

The roar of the large-caliber revolver kept exploding beside him, but it was still unable to leave even a few scratches on Anson Bach's body.

And if it continues like this, until that monster-like girl strangles the rest of her companions, and her death is a trivial matter, the mission of the Holy See will probably fall short, and at the same time, a large amount of information will be exposed to the other party.

Marco gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger at the moment when the two figures were entangled.

"boom--!"

The dazzling gun flames flashed past, and the one who was hit was the Judgment Knight who was wielding two swords... The scabbard that was hit shattered with a sound, and bright silver light spilled out from it like blood.

"Shiv!"

Marco roared angrily, and rushed in to replace his companion within three steps. His crippled right hand fell to his side, and his left hand holding the gun handle pointed the muzzle of the gun at Anson's face, without firing, just like that. poked through.

He is no longer fighting, but using himself as a human shield to buy time for his comrades!

Without any hesitation, Schiff quickly retreated and distanced himself. He held the crack of the scabbard with his right hand and pierced the palm with force, allowing the bright silver liquid to flow into the wound.

That was... Sensing the twisting power, Anson raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers to turn the thick fog beside him into a "smoke shield", blocking Marco's close-range shot.

However, because the opponent's bloodline power is too special, the "Smoke Shield" can only block it once. The Judgment Knight obviously does not intend to fire just one shot. He continues to fight hand-to-hand with the preparation of dying together, and continues to stab with the hot and smoking muzzle. Anson faced the door.

While the two were entangled, the muscles of Schiff's left arm, which had been filled with a large amount of bright silver liquid, began to squirm crazily and twitch. Veins popped up on his neck and cheeks, and scarlet blood overflowed from his angry eyeballs.

"snort……"

A shrill roar sounded deep in the throat of the Judgment Knight, and his cheeks covered with blood, tears and sweat were completely twisted; he pulled out the fragment of the scabbard stuck in his palm and raised it above his head.

The next second, silver fire gushes out from the blood-covered palm.

"boom----"

Light pillars, bright silver light pillars rose from the thick fog, piercing the ink-like night sky, extremely dazzling and eye-catching.

Feeling the light coming from the corner of his eye, Marco finally showed a little pride on his face.

In the 98th year of the Saint's Calendar, the San Fiore Type 1 beta version, codenamed "Dragon Flame Sword", was specially developed for Judgment Knights who specialize in swordsmanship. It was used to fight against spellcasters who had tenacious vitality and could not be killed with gunpowder weapons.

In addition to the most basic elements of sharpness, lightness, and excellent balance, the scabbard itself is also a very special magic prop. In the most popular terms, it is a "dragon flame" that can be created and stored.

Temperature, the extremely powerful "dragon flame" is attached to the blade by sheathing the sword, and the already extremely sharp long sword will gain enough power to cut off dragon scales.

In fact, there is another way to use the "Dragon Flame" with extremely terrifying energy, which is to pour it directly into the flesh and blood and then stimulate it to be ejected; but even talented people cannot resist the side effects that come with it...

"Hmph...humhhhh...ahhhhhh...!!!"

Under the heart-rending scream, bright silver "dragon flames" poured out from the Judgment Knight's body into forearm-thick "rays" and pierced straight into the sky.

The light was so dazzling and dazzling that not only the Fifth Infantry Regiment inside and outside the city, but also the Borre Corps who were eager to escape, the Storm Corps and the Shooting Corps who were ordered to block it could see clearly and clearly.

This is the desperate sacrificial blow of the Judgment Knight, the information that must be conveyed even if it burns life.

On the hills in the distance, the expressionless Francisco Los Napomucino stared at the dazzling light and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the light dissipated and the dark night and starry sky once again dominated the dome that he turned his gaze to the nothingness behind him:

"The message was conveyed correctly. The original plan was cancelled. We will continue to search for intelligence about the primary target without delay."

The hoarse voice dissipated in the air. Francisco looked back and took out a cigar and matches from under his coat pocket.

The mountain wind roared into the burning cigar, rolling up the thick smoke and scattering it to the cold earth.

In the thick smoke, the Judgment Knight who had used the "Dragon Flame" was also drained of his life force by his own weapons. His originally strong body was as haggard as a centenarian, dying and collapsed in a pool of his own blood, his eyes wide open.

After struggling to use up the last round of lead bullets, Marco tried to change the bullet with one hand, but Anson knocked off his weapon. The bayonet penetrated directly into his left elbow, turned it over with force, and cut off his forearm.

On the line between life and death, Marco, who had no hands, burst out with amazing potential, biting his own dagger in his mouth and pounced on Anson.

With an expressionless face, Anson held Marco's dagger with a bayonet with one hand. The Inquisitor with his right hand locked the opponent's calf with his revolver and fired four shots in a row. The lead bullet imprinted with "Gathering Flame" directly blew off the opponent's right foot and his left leg. Half burned to coke.

Plop——

Marco, who was struggling, knelt on his knees. Just as he was about to raise his head, he heard the clear and familiar voice of the amplified machine - his revolver was already in Anson's hand, and it was already aimed at his head.

Feeling the warmth coming from his forehead, the madness on Marco's face suddenly calmed down, and he threw the dagger at the corner of his mouth to the ground.

He struggled hard for a while, then raised his head and smiled at Anson:

"You should understand...this is just the beginning."

"As long as you are alive, the Knights of Judgment, the Tribunal, the Holy See...all the believers who belong to the Circle of Order are your enemies. If you dare to betray the true God, the whole world will be your enemy!"

"I know that." Anson nodded and opened the revolver trigger with his right hand:

"Long before that, I was already the enemy of the whole world; in the past, present and future... this will probably not change."

"That's right, being an enemy of the world... is the fate of you pagans..." Marco murmured:

"You will never understand that it is futile to do this. No one can truly defeat the entire world... The three old gods from thousands of years ago couldn't do it, and you... you... can't do it either."

"This...I also know, I have been to Boridim."

"The Eternal City? Really... Then why do you still do this kind of futile effort?"

"Why...didn't I already explain it?"

"explain……"

"I am already the enemy of the whole world... not now, but then and always."

"..."

The Judgment Knight tried to raise his head, his bleeding eyes filled with confusion.

Just when he was about to ask something, a voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"stop!"

The Judgment Knight carrying the suitcase suddenly appeared ten steps away, his cheeks covered in cold sweat trembling: "Let him go, this is your final warning!"

The trembling voice was full of panic.

Anson glanced at him. The other person was always the focus of his observation, but it was not the Judgment Knight himself, but his suitcase.

After hesitating for a moment, Anson looked down at Marco: "You know him, right?"

The dying Judgment Knight looked at his comrades, looked into those nervous eyes, and then shook his head.

"No more acquaintance."

Anson nodded slightly in understanding and pulled the trigger of the revolver.

"boom--!"

Smoke billowed out, and Marco's head disappeared, replaced by blood sprayed all over the ground behind the headless body.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh...!!!"

The Judgment Knight burst into heart-rending wails and opened the suitcase in his right hand as if to vent his anger.

In an instant, tentacles that were at least ten times larger than that, with tumors and bloody mouths surged out from it, biting off half of the Judgment Knight's body along with his head.

The broken corpse fell in a pool of blood, and the huge flesh and blood tentacles finally showed their true posture - a python-like torso, four exaggerated claws, and wings attached by fleshy membranes. From a distance, they looked like...like... …

Well, like a headless, scaled, covered in blood, about two or three stories tall... dragon.

"boom--!!!!"

The headless "giant dragon" opened its bloody mouth and roared, and the pungent stench rushed towards the face like a tide, and it seemed to be slightly poisonous.

Anson, who frowned slightly, stood on the spot and raised the revolver he had just obtained - although it no longer had the ability to erase abnormalities, it was still his most powerful weapon at the moment.

The next second, the roaring flesh and blood "dragon" rushed toward him, its wings vibrated, and it made an unsettling roar.

Without hesitation, Anson pulled the trigger, and at the same time prepared the [Mist of the Undead], ready to run away at any time.

"boom--!"

Gunshots rang out, and the monster pierced by lead bullets exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Anson's eyes widened...even if it was only a moment away, he could indeed see clearly that the monster had been shattered before being hit.

Scarlet blood rain fell from the sky, and in an instant it dissipated without a trace along with the surrounding thick fog, revealing Lisa's petite figure.

Although he was still a familiar figure, the relaxed smile on his face and the eyes looking towards him immediately made him realize the true identity of the person in front of him:

"Thalia?!"