I will be crowned king

Outside the town of Red Hand Bay, the New World Army's position.

The shaking earth was filled with rumbling explosions one after another; the torrential rain and thunder that seemed to sweep the world were the wheels of the new era, ruthlessly crushing the flesh and blood of thousands of creatures from the old era.

After leaving behind a large number of damaged, malfunctioning, and besieged comrades, the Land Cruiser Formation of the Knights of Judgment continued to assault forward under the personal leadership of the Grand Commander, and it took less than ten minutes to capture the third line of defense. position.

This is already the theoretical "rear area" of the entire defense line. There are only large and small foxholes and basic communication trenches. The flat ground is used to stack baggage vehicles, gather cavalry and troops on standby, and there are also a few scattered here and there. A camping ground for an infantry regiment.

At this stage of the battle, the Red Hand Bay defense line can basically be considered to have been lost...The fourth line of defense further back is the headquarters position, and the fifth line of defense after that has nothing to defend; the enemy even has the deep trench fortress in front. Even if we can break through, will it be difficult for a few field hospitals and reconnaissance outposts?

However, the Land Cruiser formation, which successfully broke through the ravines and trenches, encountered obstacles when crossing the open terrain they were best at.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!!!"

One after another, hideous black shadows soared in the sea of ​​​​fire, continuously pouring destructive fireworks to the sides and front, forgetting to show the energy bursting out of steel, steam and gunpowder.

Until that ear-piercing scream crossed the battlefield, and the rumbling wheels came to an abrupt stop.

"Warning! Albert's crew was attacked, and the driver was suspected to have been killed. The enemy has weapons that can penetrate the armor of the Land Cruiser..."

"boom--!"

Before the train crew observer finished speaking, another lead bullet had penetrated the armor of the carriage, turning his head and that of a main gunner into broken watermelons. The expressions of everyone in the carriage filled with the smell of blood All filled with shock and fear.

"Quick, quick, it's time to retreat!"

In a foxhole four hundred meters away, Lisa, who was lying on the ground, urged the soldiers around her, put away the steam rifle in her arms, and crawled and rolled towards the traffic trench next to her.

Before they could hide in the bunker, the Knights of Judgment retaliated as expected. The rapid fire of lead bullets splashed a trail of dust around the foxhole, and the following two shells directly collapsed a section of the trench.

Under the exploding firelight, the girl who was swinging her short legs quickly had already led the soldiers to move to the next shooting position:

"Lal, Danny, immediately notify the artillery to cover up the counterattack! Moria, Misha went to Fabian and said that Lisa was about to start a counterattack! These bad guys who bully others with weapons, the chief sergeant will never Easily let go, blah blah blah...!!!!"

Ten minutes later, the howitzers hidden in two artillery batteries, one high and one low, began to roar, pouring fury onto the battlefield at a rate of five rounds per minute.

The howitzer designed by Wilhelm Gottfried was simpler and cheaper than the model Clovis had just begun to promote, and could fire not only at elevated angles, but also at depressed angles.

Using artillery fire as a signal, sharp and harsh iron whistles sounded one after another on the position. The soldiers of the Grenadier Regiment and the Guard Company stepped on the muddy boots and the corpses of their comrades, and launched an assault in groups.

After paying casualties of less than half a battalion, the grenadiers finally found a method that could entangle these large iron blocks without being "named" by repeating rifles or being hit by smoothbore cannons like line formations. The way to ascend to heaven collectively: reduce the scale of the battle.

The company is divided into half-platoons, and the most experienced veterans are responsible for command and operations. All orders are issued in advance, and artillery fire is used to indicate the direction of attack and counterattack. The whistle is used to contact nearby comrades...

This flexible fighting method is familiar and troublesome to the land cruiser formation, because the knights of the Judgment Knights also fight in this way.

The grenadiers are not at the level of the knights, and the weapons in their hands are almost impossible to cause any damage to the steel-armored land cruiser, but this is not absolute - the armor is only thick enough on the front and sides, and the top and rear are Due to design considerations, it is very thin, and a grenade or rifle can penetrate it if it is close enough.

"Seriously, I'm beginning to doubt the accuracy of your intelligence, Colonel Roman."

Fabian, with a dark face, leaned against the sandbags in the trench and stared at the guy in front of him who was playing with a steam rifle: "How long do we have to hold on until we get the reinforcements that you say can turn defeat into victory?"

"You seem to be in a hurry, Colonel Fabian." Roman said without looking back:

"Before I came here, I heard that Fabian, the former Major of the Guards, was an extremely patient person... It seems that a person's evaluation is often not consistent with them."

"That's right, so I shouldn't believe the reinforcements you talk about, right?"

Fabian's heart was bleeding. Although he took the initiative to undertake the post-blocking mission, the Grenadier Regiment was Anson Bach's most important trump card - they were the first combat units of the Storm Legion, and many later formed separate armies, or When other infantry regiments expanded, all junior officers were transferred from here.

If this core base is damaged, it will definitely have a big impact on Brigadier General Anson Bach's status... He has already begun to regret believing someone's lies and took the initiative to stay to stop the Judgment Knights.

"Allow me to remind you that the steam rifle in your hand is Miss Lisa's trophy. If it is damaged, you will have to pay for it." Fabian said coldly: "Also, where did you get the Judgment Knights?" Are there any metal fixed-loading ammunition?”

"Oh, don't you already don't believe the information I provided?" The frosty-faced Roman sneered, still without looking back, he loaded the ammunition calmly, aimed his gun at a turning car, and turned the side The Land Cruiser fully exposed:

"Don't worry, reinforcements will appear soon, and they will definitely be unexpected."

Fabian's face is getting uglier and uglier... Now he can really understand more and more that Lord Anson Bach is cooperating with people like the Society of Truth, while at the same time resisting the urge to cut them into pieces.

Forget it... Anyway, as long as Miss Lisa is here, the Grenadier Regiment will not really be wiped out. After all, that "lady" will never watch the lovely Miss Lisa fall in love with Anson Bach. The Brigadier paid too much for her.

Just when Fabian was still hesitating whether to continue organizing a counterattack, a cold breath came from the direction of Red Hand Bay again; even though he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Expanding the field for the second time... It seems that Anson Bach has encountered a very difficult opponent." Roman said calmly: "Otherwise, with that guy's character, he would never do it unless he had to... huh?"

Vaguely aware of something abnormal, Roman's expression froze; not only him, but Fabian next to him couldn't help but turn his head to look at the town, his eyes full of doubts.

On the other side of the battlefield, the girl who was trying to steal a Land Cruiser also stopped and stared curiously in the direction of the town.

She didn't know exactly what was going on there, but she vaguely felt that there was a very familiar smell...and it was different from Anson Bach and Talia's sister. It was the kind that made her subconsciously feel very comfortable and at ease. , safe taste.

"What on earth is it? It's strange..."

…………………………………………

The moment his eyes met with Philus's, countless memories were evoked in Anson's mind.

It was a middle-aged man wearing an ordinary robe, with chestnut hair, emerald eyes, and a very gentle smile...

wrong!

Now I am still entangled between two timelines, and I must try my best to avoid thinking of information that does not belong to this timeline!

Can't associate, can't associate, can't associate!

Anson shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself forget those overly impressive images and shift his attention to the present.

Yes, although the opponent's aura is... strange, it does not change the fact that he is still just an ordinary blood mage. It is not difficult to win.

But the iron ring around his neck...if I remember correctly, it should be a prop used by the church to restrict spellcasters. Logically speaking, shouldn't it only be possible for the person responsible for monitoring him to take it off?

Or is it that Sir Philus is very special, so the Holy See and the Knights of Judgment have given him privileges, so why should he wear it?

To hide the smell? An ordinary blood mage is worried about being discovered by others, so he still...

Wait, I can’t think of it!

"Well, you look like you can't believe it...it's really rare."

Looking at Anson, whose expression changed drastically, Philus's lips curved into a playful smile: "It seems that Luen really trusts you, and is even willing to share this kind of information... No wonder you are unwilling to betray Him."

"But this kind of thing is not a secret at all to the Holy See. Don't think that the Holy Holy See is really arrogant to the point of disdain for its enemies. Our understanding of the three old gods, the blasphemous mage, the evolutionary path and even the apostles, and No less than those of you who so-called ‘know the truth’.”

"It would be better to say that just because they are enemies, they will become more and more similar to each other until it is difficult to tell them apart... Well, this seems to involve a bit of a philosophical issue."

While speaking, Philus' right hand suddenly clenched.

"Puff puff!"

Dozens of flesh and blood tentacles tore open the ground, surrounded Anson like wildly growing vines, and rushed towards the extremely thin figure.

Anson, who was still struggling to get rid of certain information, did nothing and stood quietly.

boom--

The tentacles exploded in the air into a sky full of plasma, and not even a drop fell on Anson's body.

Philus, who was still smiling, didn't take it seriously. The right hand that he slowly stretched forward gradually withered, then swelled, turned purple, and grew a pustule that covered the entire back of his hand. The yellow-green pus was mixed with blood and continued to swell. Until it is the size of a wine glass.

Without the slightest hesitation, Philus twisted off his right hand. The gushing blood poured onto the hand that was beginning to rot. A mist similar in color to pus began to fill the air. Every breath seemed to be whispering crazily enough. The sound is so crazy that even one breath can give a normal person a splitting headache and a sense of loss of consciousness.

The next second, a raging fire ignited in the air.

"boom--!!!!"

The dazzling fire flickered out without any warning, and Philus was unable to notice when it ended. He only knew that the broken wound on his right arm was still bleeding, and the poisonous mist in the air had disappeared.

At this time, Anson finally moved.

In the biting coldness, Philus barely had time to react, and a bayonet had already pierced his forehead; when he reacted again, Anson Bach had flashed in front of him, and the Inquisitor revolver in his right hand was close to his heart. Location.

"Ha, is it Francisco's acceleration again?"

Philus couldn't help laughing. Because his brain was penetrated by a bayonet, his eyes couldn't focus at this moment, and his crooked mouth kept drooling: "It seems that you haven't learned your lesson yet. Now you... "

"boom--!!!!"

The lead bullets from the sixth company directly shattered Philus's chest, heart, ribs, lungs, spine... half of his body was almost stuck to the last bit of skin under his armpits.

Although it seems to be just powerful, the Inquisitor's weapons have been designed from the beginning to target spellcasters, to be more precise, blood mages - only these guys with ridiculously strong vitality will need a bullet. A revolver that can blow your head off.

Even so, Philus still didn't take it seriously: "...it's impossible to kill me!"

The moment he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

The head that was penetrated, the chest that was blown to ashes... did not recover.

Feeling the icy cold air around him, Philus, who had already started to lose his mind, suddenly realized: "Should you..."

His words stopped abruptly, and his cheeks, which had lost their lungs, had completely turned purple, like rotting meat that could rot at any time.

"I have distorted the laws around me. Here, the injuries suffered cannot be recovered." Anson said lightly: "Yes, this environment is a little dangerous for me. After all, if I don't remove the tentacles and poisonous mist you left just now, If it’s clean, it’s impossible not to be injured at all.”

"But it doesn't matter, because you are going to die soon... No matter how tenacious your vitality is, you will never survive without so many internal organs and a bayonet stuck in your head."

"Of course, you can also break my rules, find loopholes and counterattack... To be honest, if you can really do it, I'm really looking forward to it and would love to see it."

Anson's mocking words floated in the biting cold.

The opponent's existence is indeed very special. If the opportunity is right, he should try to stay and collect more information, but not today... And judging from his tone, it seems that he still has some deadly trump cards that he has not yet used.

Well, it's better to kill this guy as soon as possible and dispose of him.

Anson nodded slightly, having made up his mind, but just as he was snapping his fingers and preparing to burn Philus, he accidentally caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye.

It was a moon, a wonderful full moon.

Exuding a strange purple light.