I will be crowned king

At that moment, Anson, who was unaware, felt his hair stand on end!

Someone was standing behind him, but he didn't even notice it.

How can this be? !

Anson suppressed his inner panic and slowly looked back with a slightly unnatural expression. A man in a black robe was standing behind him.

He crossed his hands in front of him, and his wide hood covered most of his face. Only his thin lips and exposed lead-colored curly hair could be vaguely seen. He exuded a serious and mysterious aura from beginning to end.

"Uh, please..."

"You're late!" The other party said coldly again:

"Why didn't you come until now?!"

Just come now?

The note Mace Honnard left for himself said that the party was at six-thirty in the evening... It was still afternoon!

No one informed me that the time has been changed!

Just when Anson wanted to ask, the man in a black robe and hood suddenly snorted impatiently: "Forget it, it seems that some existence is interfering with our actions, making you a step later."

"Come with me, the bell of fate is waiting for you." The man in black robe walked to the stairs and said coldly to Anson behind him:

"We don't have much time!"

With that said, he walked down, leaving Anson with a confused expression where he was.

The bell of destiny...

WTF?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Anson chose to follow the man in black robe and walk underground along the spiral stone stairs at his feet.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the spiral staircase as deep as a well.

The further you go down, the darker and darker your surroundings become; the darkness that seems to seep out from the ground is like a light that can swallow everything, hiding everything in the shadows.

Anson, who was following closely behind the man in black robe, became more and more nervous. He even began to rely on counting the steps to judge his position. His tense heartstrings did not dare to relax for a moment.

Just when he counted "sixty-six", the stone steps under his feet turned into solid cement slabs.

"Here we are."

The man in black robe with a deep voice turned his back to Anson and took out a bunch of old iron keys from under his robe. With a harsh "squeaking" sound, he opened an old wooden door in a puff of smoke and dust:

"Go in, he's waiting for you."

Nervous Anson swallowed his saliva, inadvertently touched the handle of the gun on his lower back with his right hand, and walked toward the door.

There was no one in the dark room.

Um?

Standing in the center of the room, Anson suddenly noticed something and turned around suddenly. The man in black robe was already standing in front of him.

"Who are you anyway?"

Anson narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that he might have fallen into someone's trap. Anson's expression gradually became serious, and he held the handle of the gun behind his waist with his right hand: "Where is this again?"

"No, you asked the wrong question." The man in black robe shook his head:

"My existence is not worth mentioning. I am just an announcer in a great drama; the really important and correct questions are 'Who are you' and 'Where are you'?"

The vigilant Anson stepped forward, making sure that he could rush out of the room before the other party locked the door.

"Okay, then ask 'Who am I' and where am I?"

He decided to pretend to be a snake with the other party for a while, trying to figure out the reason why he could appear behind him silently.

"Snapped!"

The man in black robe stepped forward without any warning, and Ansen, who looked shocked, was shocked all over.

"You...you are a very special being and an important role in this great drama."

The man in black robes spoke in a deep voice, almost putting his face in front of Anson: "You are a discordant note, an unexpected existence for everyone, a turning point in the drama, and the beginning of the sublimation of the plot that the audience is looking forward to. "

"Your appearance here marks the official opening of the drama at this moment. Everything is just a preparation for this moment."

With his heart tightening, Anson's attention was not focused on the other party's words. His right hand holding the handle of the gun had already pinched a bullet from his pocket.

The man in black robe in front of him seems to have mastered some kind of masking technique. Judging from the sound of breathing and footsteps, he should be a relatively weak type, but it cannot be ruled out that it is caused by the special power of blood.

If you use [Fire Gathering] at this distance, the opponent should not have time to dodge, but it will probably affect you...

"You... don't belong to this world!"

What? !

Anson stared at the sight from under the opponent's hood, and was so shocked that he almost drew his gun.

He...he actually discovered it? !

this……

"I can feel your surprise." The man in black robe said in an extremely cold voice:

"But you don't need to be surprised, because all of this is the arrangement of 'God', told to the public through the mouth of mortals - it was He who ordered me to be the messenger and the soothsayer to convey everything that will happen. you."

"God?" Anson blurted out in shock.

"He needs no name, no image, He is the Lord of all things."

The man in black robe nodded slowly: "He rules all things, and everything in the world is under control; if he wants to appear, he must rise from the sea, with hundreds of heads, thousands of horns, and billions of tentacles to show his power; and you will He is the person chosen by 'God' to carry out his great will!"

"What will?"

Anson struggled to suppress his shock.

"The chosen one, please open your horizons. The will of 'God' is always self-evident." The man in black robe snorted coldly:

"You are troubled, hesitant, and confused; but more importantly, you seriously underestimated the coming huge waves. If you don't act as soon as possible, everyone will be drowned in the sea water."

"Move, take action; He is watching you and waiting for you!"

"Otherwise the world will be destroyed!"

The man in black robe's voice became more and more passionate, and he began to tremble uncontrollably as if he was possessed.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly shone into the dark room, causing Anson to subconsciously close his eyes.

"Anson Bach, why are you here?"

The familiar tone and question made the stunned Anson regain his senses from the shock in an instant.

When his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a young man wearing a bachelor's uniform and holding a kerosene lamp standing outside the door.

The most important thing is that he has a pair of ice blue eyes.

Bloun?

"snort!"

The man in black robe turned his head and looked behind him, snorting coldly at the young bachelor: "Are the people who hinder my destiny coming to interfere with my actions again?"

"No, respected Professor Horst." Bloun shook his head and looked at the two people in the room strangely:

"I didn't mean to disturb you, but just now the dean told me that you stole the keys and ran out without permission, causing quite a disturbance."

"That traitor!" the man in black robe known as "Professor Horst" roared angrily:

"I informed him of his fate, and he treated me this way!"

"You told him that he should leave his job and take his wife to develop a colony." Bloen said expressionlessly.

"That was his destiny, he didn't understand what God had planned for him!"

"Of course he understands - I mean, he's eighty-two years old."

The corners of Bloen's mouth moved: "Then... the dean's wife passed away ten years ago."

After the words fell, the dark room suddenly became quiet.

"…died?" The man in black robe suddenly said in a much softer voice:

"When did this happen?"

"Ten years ago, ninety years in the calendar of the saints."

"This year is..."

"One Hundred Years of the Calendar of Saints."

"...Are you sure it's not the 70th year of the Saints calendar?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"..."

The man in black robe suddenly fell into silence, and his originally straight back slowly became rickety.

Bloen, who was holding a kerosene lamp, shook his head and looked at Anson with his ice-blue eyes:

"Come with me, the party is about to start."