I will be crowned king

"There is a malfunction in the operation of the differential engine! There is an unknown conjurer's breath appearing, and the airship is already within the enemy's territory!"

The panicked attendant pushed away the body of his companion on the instrument and hurriedly looked at "Sir Philus" behind him to report: "My lord!"

At this time, the cabin was already littered with corpses, including differential engines, consoles, map tables, chairs... Bloodstains could be seen everywhere. The dead either had crazy and ferocious expressions, or were burned alive into charcoal.

In the already closed space, the smell of burnt smoke and the smell of dead bodies mixed with each other. The airship originally had a capacity of forty-five people, but now only twelve people continued to be busy beside the remains of their companions without any distractions. ——Also exclude a certain lieutenant of the grand commander who never moved in his chair.

It is impossible to fight against the Blasphemy Mage without paying the price... So far, including the logistics personnel and the participants who are fighting bloody battles on the ground, the casualties of the Judgment Knights have been close to a hundred.

For an armed group with only a thousand members, even if it wins immediately, it can only be regarded as a tragic victory.

But this wasn't even the Knights' worst casualty.

From the beginning of embarking on this path, every Judgment Knight must have the consciousness of "killing oneself for mercy"; because their enemies are pagans, evil gods, spellcasters, false believers... and even secular powers that claim to be "guardians of the faith" .

Forbidden knowledge, the inheritance and development of bloodline power, weapons that transcend the world, almost no offline action privileges, supplies and backup brought by endless wealth... They have everything, but there is no way out.

But this also comes in exchange for

"Ah? Unknown...Is there a third blasphemous mage?"

Even though there were corpses all around, Philus's expression was still very calm - after paying the price of three-quarters of the logistics personnel, Freya's domain law had been completely deciphered by the compassionate heart... Yi, who seemed to be unmatched. The Elf Queen of Seer will soon no longer be a threat to the Holy See.

"no!"

Attendant...Elizabeth Lemon's face was bloodless, and her body was shaking like chaff: "The airship has re-targeted, it is not a new enemy!"

"no?"

The calm and calm Philus finally showed a hint of dignity; "Wait! Dear Elizabeth, you mean..."

"The direction of the aura has been locked. It is in the basement of the ruins of the Autonomous Council...directly below the Heart of Mercy..."

Right below, that's not... Philus's pupils shrank suddenly.

"It's Anson Bach! The Holy See has identified the primary target that must be captured, Anson Bach!!!!"

Um? !

Philus suddenly stood up from his seat and almost stumbled over the corpse. He rushed to the observation position on the side of the airship on his hands and knees, not caring to look at the ruins directly below that were covered in thick smoke. , with an expression of indescribable horror.

Yes, he was sure that this was Anson Bach's aura. The pressure that could be vaguely felt from high altitude proved that it was indeed a blasphemy against the mage. Especially since Philus himself was a spellcaster, this aspect would only make him feel better than ordinary people. Humans and gifted people are more sensitive, and the fear similar to that of a cub being targeted by a lone wolf arises spontaneously.

etc! If this is his realm of law, then... what about the previous one?

What were those eyes from before, those eyes that were staring at him? !

The distorted reality, the illusion, the magic so far, or... what the hell...

boom--

Before the unconscious Philus could get rid of the fear from his heart, he felt his body suddenly levitating.

No, no...it's...it's an airship...

The airship is falling!

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"How is it? Isn't it a surprise?"

In the smoke-filled basement, Anson adjusted his anonymous glasses on his face and sat on the "smoking chair" fabricated by [Smoke Entertainment Home] with his legs crossed, his fingers facing each other and his elbows supporting the armrests, smiling leisurely.

Yes, it is exactly the same as his beloved mentor Mace Honnard when he was in the basement of Clovis Cathedral - only in this posture, the black magic effect obtained by using his field to distort reality is the strongest. of.

Only at this moment could he truly understand how powerful his mentor was when he was giving his all, and how confident he was because of this power.

When the promotion is successful, the real "Anson Bach" is no longer the flesh and blood body in front of you, but the field called "Plan Law". It is just that the degree of evolution is imperfect, so the law must still be attached to the former place. In the body - essentially no longer a human being.

Once the unfinished laws are fully unfolded and begin to affect and distort the surrounding reality, they will be met by the "malice of the world"... The field will be disturbed, the laws will be eroded, and the existence of the blasphemous mage itself will be weakened - —The same goes for the casters of the other two evolutionary paths.

Every time you no longer suppress your own power, you run the risk of being crushed by the world; you are not just fighting the enemy, but also a head-on conflict with the "world".

But... once they accept the interference of the world... the Conjurer... is invincible.

Within the domain, the world will be reshaped by laws and operate according to a new logic - plan.

The strength and effect of the law depend on the caster's own understanding of the law, or in other words, himself; Anson Bach's current understanding of himself is still very superficial; therefore, the effect of the law is also very vague and the conditions are harsh.

But no matter how vague and harsh it is, it is still like a god to someone who doesn't understand it and has to accept it passively.

Most people have some misunderstandings about blasphemy mages, thinking that they are still just living beings like humans, not so invincible, but just much more powerful. This concept is correct, but not completely correct.

Ants and humans are both living beings. Are the strengths of their lives the same? Will the world in the eyes of fungi be the same as that of birds in the sky?

"Well, obviously not."

Looking at Francisco, whose expression was extremely ugly, Anson raised the corners of his mouth.

"Let me guess, your initial plan should be to confirm the intelligence about me, but the superior of the Judgment Knights probably gave you an order to kill me; so when you realized that you could not kill me with a fatal blow, Under the circumstances, I sent my subordinates to test me; but the three subordinates who I thought should be killed instantly turned out to be the targets of my information acquisition."

"But you are not worried at all, because the power of your bloodline is very special. Well... acceleration is not just about speed. It has the power to touch the 'law' and distort reality."

"With such a special power of blood, you don't need to be afraid of my domain at all. Even if you are in crisis, there are ten thousand opportunities to escape. I can't do anything to you... This is all true."

"In this case, there is only one way to kill you: confine yourself to this small basement so that you cannot and dare not leave."

"No! This is not enough. Even if it can be restricted, you have too many countermeasures. Even if you blow up the basement to ashes in an instant, it will not help. The weird equipment on your body can help you avoid at least two fatal injuries, and Even if you are surrounded by a sea of ​​fire, your ability can speed up the 'extinguishing' of the surrounding flames."

"Oh, don't deny it yet. I saw it with my own eyes as you accelerated the bullets - if I hadn't become a blasphemous mage, I would have turned into a sieve by now, right?"

"So there is only one way to kill you, the Knight of Judgment, His Excellency Francisco Los Napomuhino, who has truly threatened my life: to make you commit suicide."

"And the key to this method is right above your head."

With a playful smile, Anson slowly raised his right index finger.

"As you can see, I distorted the surrounding gravity, causing things that can float in the sky to fall, and objects that fall on the ground to float... Oh, isn't it more appropriate to call it a flip? Forget it, that's probably what it's all about Bar."

"The principle is probably a bit like an hourglass. Of course, you don't need to believe too much if you know it, because in fifteen seconds at the latest, the Heart of Compassion will 'pop' from the sky! Falling down."

"This is why I must tell you this information through mind reading. I don't have that much time to explain the principles to you."

"And what you can do is very simple, very simple, which is to 'accelerate' the airship before it falls and arrive directly below the airship, and then accelerate the 'hourglass flip' process to advance the process of the airship taking off again. That's it. .”

"This method is absolutely feasible. To show my sincerity, I can tell you another piece of information - my law is not 'insight' as you think, but 'setting'."

"In other words, within my field, as long as it is in line with my 'setting', no matter how absurd and illogical it seems, it will definitely succeed; because it is the setting, even the basis of all stories: first Suppose something is certain to happen, a treasure with some kind of magical power, there is no objection to logic here, setting is the core of everything."

"Of course, you can not believe it and then watch the airship fall from the sky and smash into pieces on the ground, or you can use the method you think is really right to save this disaster... Please do as you please."

The smiling Anson took out a long smoke ring, and the smoke that had begun to float around gradually transformed into "smoke iron cones", "smoke cannonballs", and "smoke stones".

They still retain the essence of smoke, but at the moment of collision with the airship... it is not difficult to guess what surprise Anson Bach will prepare.

The frosty face of Francisco's canthus was cracked. If possible, he would now like to shoot Anson Bach's head open, then dig out his heart and throw it into the furnace to turn it into fuel for the steam core!

But it was impossible at that time. Not to mention that the essence of the curse mage was not that flesh and blood body at all. Now that I knew nothing about Anson Bach's Law, there was no possibility of causing fatal injuries to the opponent.

There was no time to hesitate... Even without looking up, the Judgment Knight could already hear the scream of the airship falling overhead.

Ten seconds? Just kidding, within five seconds at the latest, that giant monster that dominates the sky will hit you on top of your head!

How to do? !

What do you need to do to... be able to... be able to...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……!!!!!"

The silent Francisco suddenly let out a roar. The body under the windbreaker no longer struggled to keep its footing, but instead rushed into the sky with the help of the overturned gravity.

At this moment, the Judgment Knight's eyes suddenly became serious, and he gritted his teeth, awakening the power contained in his blood.

Reach your right hand toward the sky, let your feet touch the ground, and feel the... acceleration beyond the extreme.

The vision began to blur, and all objects were dragged out into long, meteor-like afterimages; the surrounding air became thicker, as if they were swimming in a sea of ​​grease.

Every blood vessel and every bone is roaring, roaring, and pulling impatiently, trying to tear this flesh and blood body into pieces.

Feeling this power, Francisco's mind began to think of his not-so-good teenage years.

Everything at that time was extremely long, so that every minute was a torment; he couldn't imagine why the people around him could endure such a long and torturous life. He just wanted to make this time and these processes become ...hurry up.

Complete training faster, eat food faster, finish the day faster...

Thinking about it now, it was probably at that time that the power of his bloodline was awakened.

Francisco, who sneered, turned into a shooting star and flew into the night sky.

The so-called acceleration naturally requires a process - in Anson's eyes, the Judgment Knight seemed to have turned himself into a slingshot, shooting straight out at a speed that could tear the air and rival the speed of light.

This ability is very strong, but it also places a heavy load on the body. The most important thing is... it cannot be canceled.

The next second, the meteor rushing towards the sky suddenly stopped, passed by the falling heart of compassion, and continued to rush higher.

Francisco...he had no intention of saving the airship from the beginning, but ran away!

Obviously, as a senior Judgment Knight, he certainly could not believe a blasphemous lie about a mage, especially after he was deceived once; since he could not pose a threat to the target of hunting, he accidentally fell into the opponent's trap. Trap, seizing every opportunity to evacuate is of course the most reasonable option.

But unfortunately, the power of your bloodline cannot be canceled... Anson raised the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers again, restoring the reversed gravity to its original state.

Um? !

Feeling the abnormality around him, Francisco, who had not yet finished "accelerating", felt a chill in his heart, and the whistling in his ears changed from rising to falling.

That's right, since he was accelerating in the direction of gravity, when the gravity was restored, the Judgment Knight that originally flew into the sky naturally turned into a meteor hitting the ground.

The only problem was that he was not on the ground, but on an airship.

An airship was falling and climbing at a high speed, shaking violently and shaking... The accelerating meteor streaked across the night sky, and a long trace of light was fixed on the airship.

“Boom——!!!”