I will be crowned king

It's like a slowly unfolding picture scroll from top to bottom: the purple moon hangs high in the night sky, casting its enchanting light on the town shrouded in thick smoke; under the blazing sea of ​​fire, the dead bones are enchanted by the enchanting The light gave him the power of rebirth, and he staggered and struggled to crawl out.

Anson, who had a splitting headache, desperately suppressed his increasingly abnormal body, and chased and fought with the crazy Philus among the sea of ​​​​fire and corpses... The explosive fireballs continued to bloom between the corpses, and the surrounding thick smoke was Dissipated little by little.

As Anson is almost the only manipulative spell magic that he is proficient in, [Smoke Entertainment Master] has very strict requirements on mental strength. The more complex the moves, the more concentration is required... Even if it reduces the load by relying on the field, it is very important for Anson at this moment. There is no way to maintain it.

The power of the apostles is far more powerful than imagined. Even if they have no intention of affecting their surroundings, their existence is already the biggest influence.

Whether alive or dead, whales floating in the sea are affecting the surrounding existence all the time; swimming, eating, resting... every natural behavior may cause the prosperity, decline, and destruction of a certain group or region. .

The crazy-looking Philus was avoiding the surrounding corpses while manipulating the strange body to fight with Anson... The surface of the body covered with tentacles began to be covered with lumps that resembled cuticles or fungal infections. Strong enough to stop an Inquisitor Revolver bullet.

"My dear Anson Bach, your time is running out!"

The scarlet eyes turned crazily, and Philus smiled provocatively: "When Rune comes completely, Red Hand Bay... no, even most of the new world will turn into a human purgatory full of walking corpses under his influence!"

Anson pursed his lips tightly, and while resisting the pain, he snapped his fingers again and rubbed the lead bullet onto the [Wound Canvas].

Load the gun, raise the gun, and fire!

"Boom——!"

The screaming bullets perfectly reproduced the remains left behind after the tentacles had been burnt out, exploding a half-human-sized pit in the ruins.

Philus, who was dodging in a panic, still didn't forget to keep his smile. The deliberate look seemed to be frozen on his face, and he was forced back a few points by the attack that didn't hurt him at all.

Even when Rune comes, Anson's domain is still not lifted... As long as he is injured, even if it is only a very slight injury, he will be killed on the spot!

Of course, Philus was already dead in his current state, and could barely survive solely by relying on Rune's "restraint"; whether he was still affected by the law was completely unknown.

It was obvious that the spellcaster of the Order of Judgment had no intention of trying.

"You know, I've always been really curious - restraint or your life or death, which one is the most important to Rune?"

The tentacles of flesh and blood blocked Anson's attack path, and the surrounding corpses had also blocked the space for dodge and retreat, so Philus's voice became arrogant again: "And if you violate the restraints, what will happen to the gods? result?"

"Will he lose control, completely lose his mind, or will he be on the verge of collapse and be counterattacked by his own power?"

"Is this what you call a plan?"

Anson turned sideways to avoid the knife stabbed by the corpse, turned over and raised his gun, and said coldly: "Taking this illusory thing as the only hope of defeating the apostles, I don't know whether to praise the Holy See for being brave or incompetent - to expect this from you guys. Something to defend the ring of order.”

"boom--!"

The incomplete head exploded into pieces like a watermelon blooming, and the action of swinging the knife just now fell down like a puppet with its strings cut off.

But this is not the end... Ten minutes at the latest, three minutes at the fastest, these corpses will get up again, using weapons, hands, teeth, body strikes... using all the means they can use to attack, until Not even the last residue is left.

The flesh and blood affected by the power of runes seems to have unimaginably powerful vitality; unless it is completely wiped out, even if there is only a drop of blood left, it will continue to exist in a special way.

"Suddenly he became talkative again."

The pustules on the tentacles on Philus' body burst one after another, and the pus and plasma that spurted out were given life the moment they were spilled, and they were swimming around alive - like some kind of gel, bouncing strangely biology.

Almost in the blink of an eye, these drops of pus and blood began to swell and turned into strange-looking meatballs, dragging the mucus that kept flowing, and sprouted things that had absolutely nothing to do with humanoid creatures. limbs.

"To be honest, I was even a little afraid that you might have become mute due to the influence of Rune. Seeing that your complexion remains the same, it really reassures me."

There was a gap on the face of the meat ball monster. Inside was the upper and lower mouth, as well as a mouth full of teeth on the tongue. Even the three forked arms that looked like tentacles were waving wildly, like a child playing. Anson pounced.

"Oh, that really cost you a lot of trouble."

Anson swung the Inquisitor's revolver and fired back, roaring and spraying golden-red gun flames one after another from the muzzle, smashing these monsters so twisted that even ugly became a compliment as if by roll call.

He suddenly remembered that the Lord of the Abyss seemed to have used a similar trick when he besieged the White Whale Port, and the scale was far larger than that created by Philus.

As the eternal pursuer of vitality, the blood mage's power is his own vitality; this power will first be reflected in the power of flesh and blood, possessing a powerful body that humans can never possess and being unable to be killed, even if he is seriously injured and dying. The end point of the vitality restored in an instant is a perfect and eternal existence, transcending all things, no longer needing the outside world, and being able to survive alone in any environment, even a world where there is no "environment".

The world may be destroyed, and greatness must eventually come to an end, but the blood of the great Pluto, the master of blood magic, will never die and will exist forever.

With his body becoming increasingly difficult to suppress, Anson could no longer control the urge to associate, and the familiar voice began to echo in his mind:

"...In short, based on the view that 'the deterioration of blood is not due to mating, but because it can no longer reach such strong emotions'... as a characteristic of life... it is very likely that it cannot be modified..."

"...In this case...can a bloodline that does not have this characteristic be born through the collision of mutations?"

"...Take mutation as a specific attribute...and use good feedback to ensure that this bloodline can be fully inherited and even strengthened..."

"...What we need to do is to wait for them to give birth to the best mutations..."

"...uncover the secret of the fusion of the three major magics...from the moment of birth...the bloodline that breaks the shackles of the world..."

The messy words sounded repeatedly, but Ansen, who had a splitting headache, gradually became clearer. The last bit of confusion finally became clear as the last piece of the puzzle fell.

Got it, finally got it.

August...I still underestimate myself...No! It's because my level is too low to understand what this guy is really thinking. At the same time, because I am a human being, I still have a little bit of a bottom line even if I am unconscious.

But that guy...well, he doesn't have it.

The Judgment Knights, or the Holy See, simply did not understand that from the very beginning, Rune had to be forced to come out of hiding. What showed his power was not the so-called "restraint"!

An apostle can be forced to do something he doesn't want to do only because of another apostle!

And the smug idiot in front of him actually believed this kind of thing to be true - if he guessed correctly, his final plan was probably to force Rune to violate "restraints" and cause him to undergo an abnormality, turning him into a monster with no power but A monster without reason, right?

This is in line with the interests of the Holy See, and they can legitimately fight holy war; at the same time, the new world that has become a human purgatory will no longer be a thorn in their side, but an important living target.

But they don't understand that what they hold in their hands is actually an absolute trump card, a trump card that can really shake up and even make Lu En fall!

"Um?"

Feeling the abnormality, Philus was suddenly startled, and his pupils, which had gradually begun to rot, twitched vividly.

The guy holding the revolver on the opposite side who was constantly chasing him suddenly disappeared, and the biting coldness in the air disappeared without a trace... Only he and hundreds of corpses were left, wandering on the burning ground.

Fields… Anson Bach, he lifted his field?

"Interesting... really interesting!" Philus suddenly laughed loudly:

"You took the initiative to lift the realm and went into hiding...so you have given up completely and don't plan to kill me again, right?"

"It's really disappointing. I originally thought that you could hold on until now because you had some winning cards that could make a comeback, but it turned out to be just a bluff!"

"It seems that the Holy See has really overestimated you! To this extent, it is a serious misjudgment of the Holy See to list you as an important target that must be captured alive."

"Congratulations, Lord Anson Bach. I will report this information to the higher level, so that the Holy See and the Knights will cancel the special pursuit order against you, and let you shout in the world of Order as an ordinary blasphemous mage and the Old God Sect. call taxi!"

Philus smiled crazily, but the fear in his heart was quietly swelling... Up until just now, Anson Bach still had the upper hand, and there was no reason to release the realm and escape.

What's more, where can he escape in the current situation? The power of an apostle is not like a blasphemous mage... From the moment Rune arrives, there will be no place in the entire new world that can be called "safe".

What's more, wouldn't it be more dangerous to take the initiative to lift the realm when the apostles come?

"Then why do you think that I have lifted the realm?"

The gentle words sounded, and the stunned Philus suddenly turned his head back half a circle to look at the burning sea of ​​fire.

Under the purple full moon, Anson Bach's figure merged with the moonlight, reflected in his rotten pupils.

"you……"

The stunned Philus paused for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

Can't feel it...

I...can't feel the presence of Anson Bach.

He was clearly standing in front of me, standing so real in front of me, but I couldn't feel his presence...his magical aura, his life activities, temperature, wind resistance, sound...

He is like a phantom, a phantom only used to deceive vision!

"Ha! Hahahahaha..."

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Philus began to force a smile: "Use the laws of the field to distort reality so that people around you cannot feel your existence... Anson Bach, you think you can escape the power of the apostle in this way. ?!"

"I pity you. I really... racked your brains in order to compete with the power of the apostle. Unfortunately, all you did was useless, and you are destined to only watch the outcome you least expect happen!"

"This is the gap in strength. It is the generation gap between you, a little blasphemous mage, and the apostles that can never be erased!"

Philus's shouts were getting more and more crazy, but even he could hear that compared to his previous self, he was really just bluffing.

What responded to him was Anson's silent ridicule and a slight step forward.

Without any hesitation, Philus suddenly clenched his right hand and prepared to release the tentacle at Anson's feet - now that the opponent has released the domain, at least there is no longer the risk of being hurt and killed on the spot.

Then... nothing happened.

No, it's not nothing... Staring with his motionless eyes, Philus found that he couldn't move!

On the opposite side, Anson Bach still maintained his posture as if he was about to take a step forward.

Curse magic, [Nine Palaces Chessboard].

Within the area, everyone - all living things - must act in a turn-based manner according to certain established rules.

The caster can decide the rules, but they will be known to all affected beings the moment they take effect; no one can act until someone's action is completed.

Yes, this is also a spell that superficially imitates the domain and laws. Although the effect is as mandatory as the laws, the caster will also be affected... except that it can contain the enemy, it seems to be meaningless.

But this is enough, because as long as they are within the casting range, all lives must abide by the turn-based principle and must act in sequence.

All life... naturally includes Rune.

As long as Rune is willing to take the initiative to accept the restrictions of the field of Anson Bach's Law, then all of his actions must start in the turn when it is his turn to act.

"In other words...as long as I kill you before it's Rune's turn, it won't be considered that Rune has not fulfilled the so-called 'restraint' you said." Anson said lightly:

"One thousand eight hundred and eighty-five... Counting all the living beings around that are still active, there are a total of one thousand eight hundred and eighty-five within my casting range."

"I am the first, you are the third..."

"Then you guess again, Rune..."

"What's his rank?"