I will be crowned king

Under the dark night, billowing smoke obscured the starry sky in the dome, and the boiling sea of ​​​​fire made a dry and weak sound among the ruins and scorched earth.

It sounded like the dying cries of a dying patient.

A completely burnt arm pushed open the hatch. With the thick smoke still steaming and the smell of corpses strong enough to be seen, a follower of the Knights of Judgment named Elizabeth Lemon struggled to escape from the heart of compassion. A still intact head emerged from the wreckage.

Behind her, there was no one alive in the cabin that had been smashed into a ball of plasticine. Among the dozen or so survivors who survived Freya's repeated attacks, he was the only one who could still breathe and his body was still intact. complete.

Pushing away the broken corpse pressed against her legs, Elizabeth, who was in a daze, didn't even have time to think about which companion the burnt pieces of flesh belonged to. Her instinctive desire to survive made her try her best to crawl out. Pay attention and fell into the scorched earth from the two-meter cabin door.

"Plop!"

Elizabeth, who landed face first on the ground, felt dizzy again, but she was very sure that she did not hear the sound of bones cracking. So while congratulating herself on her good luck, she struggled to get up and prepared to walk along the path of Philes' departure on the ground. Traces follow.

Elizabeth was very calm and calm about being abandoned by her commander and left to die. In other words, no one in the entire Judgment Knights expected Sir Philus to be a good man who would be considerate of his comrades. Just like everyone knew that he was very strong. It is the grand leader's important trump card. It is so important that he must hide the real adjutant of Philus and let him serve the knights.

The right arm was completely burnt, and there were varying degrees of burns and bruises and wounds left by the impact on the chest, back, forehead, and thighs. There was almost no intact skin from head to toe, and the right leg seemed to have been fractured... In the surrounding firelight, looking at the metal fragments that reflected a large piece of flesh on her face that had been burnt, her hair was smoking, and she was supporting herself with her burned arm, Elizabeth could only feel full of gratitude for the Ring of Order.

Just when she was about to turn around, she suddenly felt something "little" abnormal in her right arm.

There was a strange touch under the burnt, completely carbonized skin... No, when the skin and flesh were completely necrotic, the mere "touch" was already very strange.

Elizabeth, who seemed to sense something in her heart, took courage, carefully pressed a piece of burnt flesh with her intact left hand, and then broke it with force.

The unconsciousness and heartbreaking pain I imagined did not happen, it was more like the pain of being accidentally stuck with glue and then being torn off with force.

Elizabeth was stunned.

Underneath the burnt pieces is his brand new, flawless skin!

She looked up suddenly in shock. The metal fragments illuminated by the fire reflected her shocked expression and the wounds on her face that were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just the cheeks, torso, limbs... all the injuries, big and small, on the whole body have recovered as good as new. The newly grown pink skin is completely out of proportion with the surrounding ones, and they look like they are piece by piece.

But even this process didn't last long, and soon the two were completely integrated into one, and no difference could be seen anymore. Stunned, she could only feel that her body was healthier and more comfortable than ever before.

This, what the hell...ah!

She remembered...Pheles, what he once said when the airship crashed...

"Dear Elizabeth, I am here..."

"...You won't die so easily..."

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"What, you don't believe it? Or are you too shocked that you can't make any expressions?"

With a cynical smile, there was a hint of chill in Philus's eyes: "I usually don't tell the truth to others, but this is an exception."

"oh?"

Anson, who was biting his pipe, did not move at all, and chuckled lightly: "So I should be grateful, right?"

"Uh... That's not necessary." Philus's face changed slightly and the corners of his mouth twitched: "But everything I said is true."

"So...you are the one responsible for killing me?"

"Oh no, no, no, there is another person responsible for killing you, and he has already failed. Such an important task will not be entrusted to a small role like me."

Philus waved his hand: "No, I will deal with other minor troubles otherwise."

"What trouble?"

"apostle."

"Run?"

"Of course, who else could it be?"

"Just you?"

"As for me, the only meaning of my existence is to ensure that Rune will die a violent death and never be able to leave the new world - except for the body that is used as a research object, provided there is really anything left of it."

"……interesting."

Resisting the urge to complain, Anson looked at the guy in front of him expressionlessly, who couldn't even describe it in words. He really didn't know what to say.

Yes, he is a blood mage, and his strength is not low. He has already noticed this when they met, but he is definitely not at the level of a blasphemy mage; let alone Rune, if he is a little more serious, it should be easy to defeat him.

And just such an ordinary spellcaster, claiming to be ready to kill an apostle?

"Well...can you tell me a little bit about your plan? It's just out of curiosity. If it's not convenient for me to ask, I don't have to ask."

"sure!"

Philus looked very excited, as if he had finally found a companion with whom he could share his secrets: "Not only that, you are also the most important part of me completing this plan!"

"Me?" Anson raised his eyebrows: "...You might want to go into more detail."

"It's very simple. You are the fiancé of the current head of the Rune family. No one is trusted by Apostle Rune more than you. With you here, no matter how suspicious Thalia Rune is, she will not ask more questions." Philus Start talking:

"And I can take the opportunity to get close to Rune, and then you can distort reality so that he can no longer hide his existence and is forced to 'come', and I can take advantage of it!"

"How about it? Does it sound like a very feasible plan? Let me tell you secretly, all of this was arranged by Grad Manfred, the Grand Master of the Judgment Knights. This mess doesn't even have a decent plan. The Battle of Red Hand Bay, which was completely unprepared, was also his masterpiece. Its purpose was to force Rune to come, and then I would kill him!"

"Of course, it would be perfect if you are still willing to lend a helping hand; but considering that you have probably been killed by then, it seems unreasonable to trouble you so much... Well, do what you can, and do what you can."

Philus was still talking nonstop, with exaggerated movements and expressions like an actor on the stage, trying hard to let the audience sitting in the last row clearly see his performance, immersed and intoxicated. It seemed as if everything was so logical.

Anson sighed softly, turned the pipe to the corner of his mouth, "Pah!" and snapped his fingers.

Curse magic, [Hunting].

“Boom——!!!”

The golden-red beam shot out from the smoke screen and penetrated Philus's torso from the heart position; first it was a small bright spot, and then the explosive fireball directly swallowed the whole body.

This is just a small test.

For blood mages with extremely tenacious vitality, the lethality of [Hunting] cannot keep up with their recovery speed. They can only use deception or sneak attacks to attack the heart and head, instantly losing the possibility of resistance.

And if it is the level of blasphemy mage, then even the heart and brain are useless... You must know other weaknesses that arise during their evolution - every blood mage has its fatal weakness, just like every law They all must have flaws, and the only possibility that you think you don’t have them is that you don’t know them yet.

But for most of the enemies of the blasphemous mages, even knowing it is useless.

"Oh my, you are really an impatient brigadier general."

With a playful smile, Philus walked out of the firelight that had not dissipated. There was still a blood hole left by [Hunting] on his chest, and most of his heart that had been burned to ashes had recovered:

"You started teaching me before I finished speaking...it's a little early."

"Really?" Anson raised his eyebrows and slowly picked up the Inquisitor's revolver: "That's really rude."

"boom!!!!"

Almost before he finished speaking, Anson raised his gun and saw a set of six batteries, with Francisco's "Acceleration" imprinted on each bullet.

Like magic, Philus' head, which was hit by six bullets, disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a ball of blood floating in the air.

The next second, exploding blood balls sprayed everywhere in the smoke screen, and a complete head had grown out of the original wound.

Anson's expression finally became a little more serious.

Even if the head is smashed, it can be recovered instantly. There are only two possibilities... the opponent's vitality has been strong to an indescribable level, or this is not his real head, and what he sees is just a body made of the opponent's flesh and blood.

"If possible, please allow me to finish speaking before taking action."

Felus said with a helpless smile, as if he was negotiating with an emotional friend: "There is not a single lie in what I just said. They are all true. Why don't you believe it?"

"Really! As long as you are willing to help me kill Rune and still survive, I can guarantee the Holy See that you will never be reduced to the same situation as Saint Isaac - at least you can have a certain degree of personal freedom, and even It’s even possible to retain your current status until a hundred years from now!”

"Then again, is there anything difficult about this choice for you? It was only two years ago that the Franz family attracted you, and it was only two years ago that you became the fiancé of the Luen family. You have gone from being a A talented person with a bright future unfortunately fell into the role of a spellcaster. Well, your life in the past two years has been really... quite busy."

Philus, who was stunned for a moment, didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "In just two years, why would a person like you who understands the value of his own use hang himself on a tree?"

"The Franz family, the Luen family... no matter how powerful they are, and no matter how willing they are to invest in you, are they still more powerful and have more resources than the Holy See?"

"Let me tell you one more secret, Alan Dawn...your loyal secretary, I think you haven't forgotten it yet, right?" Sir Ferrers raised the corner of his mouth:

"He was born in a monastery and was one of the youngest priests to obtain the qualification of 'Scribe'; from the moment you set foot on the New World, he reported all information about you to the church very regularly...even after you rebelled against the Kremlin. The Lovi Kingdom, after joining the New World camp, still hasn’t stopped.”

"Because he is smart enough and loyal enough...loyal to you. He knows that after betraying Clovis, the Holy See is your only choice for the future - to be a king destined to be thankless in a fringe area like the New World. What's the point?"

"And now that you have shown your worth, I...as your introducer, I am also willing to give you a chance. Why should you hesitate?"

"Yeah, I don't see why there is any hesitation."

Anson raised his eyebrows coldly: "Maybe it's because someone just said that he wanted to kill me?"

"Wanting to kill you and wanting to use you...are not in conflict with each other!" Philus smiled and shrugged:

"It's like you...have had a way to kill me from the beginning, but haven't you yet done it?"

"You're right, it's true." Anson nodded:

"I hesitated...Sorry, I won't do it next."

The eyes on his slightly cold cheeks gradually turned scarlet. Anson let go of the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and the surrounding smoke gradually began to dissipate, replaced by another invisible force.

The next moment, the originally dry and hot air became extremely chilling, and the awe-inspiring cold air penetrated Philus' skin and directly invaded the bone marrow.

The young blood mage's pupils shrank suddenly, and the "field of laws" that distorted reality was slowly unfolding in front of his eyes like a scroll.

But there was no tension on his face, and he sighed with regret: "Oh, so in the end, you decided to side with the Luen family? What a pity."

While continuing to mutter to himself, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped the iron ring around his neck - a tool used by the Vatican to restrain and supervise spell casters - and applied a little force, "Click!" and forcefully grasped it. It was broken into two pieces, revealing the hideous wound below that would only be left if the head was severed.

Anson, whose eyes were scarlet, had a condensed expression. He had opened the realm again, and finally felt something strange.

Philus...Why does this guy's aura feel "familiar" to me, as if I've met him somewhere before?

etc! He, he won't be...

This is impossible!

How could his aura...be...

Exactly like August's? !

"Unfortunately, not only did you make an irrational decision, you also missed your last chance to kill me..."

"Now you can no longer pose any threat to me."