I Will Be The Crowned King

Mollwitz Strasse, Bayonet Club.

In the dark hall with the door closed, there are hideous and twisted corpses lying here and there. Dark red plasma flows quietly on the cold floor under the corpses, soaking the rolled-up eyes, broken skulls, and twisted limbs.

"This is really...a little bit..."

Cole Dorian, who was slumped in the corner, clutched his injured right arm, gasped for air and laughed at himself; although he was not completely unprepared, the surprise left by that "mysterious friend" still made him, the chief judge, a little A little shocked.

Maybe it was caused by the surrounding environment, or maybe it was because of the excessive blood loss. The pale-faced Cole felt increasingly dizzy. If it wasn't for the stimulation from the wound, he would have fainted a long time ago.

His own blood power "Peak Will" is the most suitable type of Clovis judges for fighting, and has twice the physical strength of ordinary humans.

This means that if an ordinary person needs ten seconds to run a 100-meter sprint, I only need five seconds; explosive power, endurance, ability to resist blows, jumping ability... everything is twice the peak state of a normal person; at the same time, this state is still normal It is completely different from the prerequisites for activation like other blood powers.

It was also because of this that Cole Dorian had the confidence to dismiss all the judges and deal with the traps in the Bayonet Club alone.

However, such an easy-to-use blood power is not perfect, it has a small flaw: it cannot be injured.

As long as the body is traumatized, the effect of the power of blood will be lost in proportion; for other types of talents, this is of course fatal, but the Holy Grail Knight is born with tenacious vitality, and the recovery speed is almost faster than that of the next Wild Hunt Knight is more than twice as big, so this flaw can be completely ignored.

But it's a different matter if the damage is too serious at one time...

"In the past, Captain Lawrence was standing in front of me. I just needed to ensure that the target was resolved. As a result, I ignored the importance of dodge..."

The corners of his mouth were raised in self-mocking, Cole tried to raise his increasingly heavy eyelids, and several corpses whose heads had been blown apart began to twitch violently again, squirming up from the ground in an absolutely inhuman way.

Thirty-sixth time.

Cole said silently in his heart, from the moment he ordered the door to be closed, he had fought with these "dead men" thirty-six times.

This is definitely not a normal phenomenon, especially when Cole found that the door behind him could not be opened, he had already vaguely guessed that he had fallen into a trap carefully arranged by a black mage or conjurer; Do it, just can't find a way to crack it.

In the end, all he had left was to fight these monsters that couldn't be killed in vain; on the one hand, he refused to give up just like that, and on the other hand, he hoped to buy time to nail the difficult target to this place.

As long as they haven't been killed, as long as they can still breathe, they dare not leave, let alone lift the trap, they must fight themselves until one of them falls down.

But no matter what kind of magic is used, his energy will not be unlimited, right?

Then let's see who is the last one.

Raising his hand to hold the hot flint axe, the delirious Chief Inquisitor had to do this to keep himself calm and not fall into irrational madness.

The strange corpses stood up slowly one by one, stiff muscles and cold bones collided inside the shells, making piercing sounds in the dead darkness.

The dead high-ranking officials of the Ministry of War... They staggered and staggered towards the chief judge sitting slumped in the corner.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

Obviously not being choked by the throat, Cole suddenly felt an inexplicable suffocation, and felt something flow out of his nostrils and ears.

While it was difficult to breathe, it was followed by bouts of weakness. The flint axe, which could be easily lifted, became so heavy that lifting it with one hand would make the arm tremble continuously.

But the good news is that he doesn't need to lift it up anymore, the ammunition has already been exhausted... Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Just as he was about to throw the flint axe like a javelin, there was a sudden reverberation in his ears; the confused chief judge subconsciously thought it was an illusion, and his sense of balance began to fail.

But... that's not an illusion.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The sound became louder and more pronounced, to the point that the crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to shake, and the dust sifted down one after another, causing the whole room to tremble.

Ok? !

Cole, who finally noticed the abnormality, widened his eyes and looked at the corpse that suddenly stopped moving.

Difficult, is it...

"William Kruger, Sigmund Rohn, Walter Leuer, Erwin Georg..."

An extremely calm female voice recited the names of the dead officers in the darkness, pausing slightly after each sentence, and the surrounding vibration became more violent:

"You and the others are all high-ranking wealthy families in Clovis, with backgrounds and wealth that ordinary people can't match, enjoying the best living conditions and educational resources in the entire orderly world, and logically inheriting a status that is completely inconsistent with their abilities from their parents."

"Despite this, greed is still growing infinitely deep in your heart, and finally completely devoured your little rationality, and was finally used by others to squeeze out all the value in the form of puppets, and then was abandoned as it should be. Even the dead bodies have to be manipulated at will to a tragic end."

Accompanied by the strong vibration, the pitch-black darkness also began to dissipate in a strange way; the extinguished crystal lamp flickered on and off, and there were candle lamps and kerosene lamps on the wall on the table at unknown times. Reflecting the entire hall, Cole Dorian subconsciously blocked his sight with his arm.

But in the next second, crisp footsteps sounded from behind, and when he came back to his senses, a slender figure had already stood behind the corpses at some point. Standing tall with chest high and hands behind their backs.

The three-cornered hat and the high collar of the pitch-black windbreaker covered most of the face, only revealing the scarlet blood pupils:

"I, Sierra Virgil, hereby announce with the authority bestowed on me by the ring of order that your depravity will end here."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand from behind and snapped her fingers lightly towards the ceiling:

"Your sins have all been redeemed."

With a clear sound, more than a dozen corpses collapsed to the ground without warning, and blood overflowed every corner.

…………………

Osteria Palace, Gate of the Privy Council.

Relying on the contacts accumulated in the past, Fabian spent a lot of effort by bribing his former colleagues, and finally persuaded the other party to give a word to Miss Sophia Franz inside.

There is no way, Anson can't easily come forward at this time, otherwise it will be easy for the people inside to mistakenly believe that the situation is out of control; the only ones in the legion who are qualified to come forward to find someone are him and Karl, and the chief of staff is in Crowe. Well, people in Weicheng...

In fact, when thinking of this question, Fabian knew exactly what he should do.

Fortunately, there was an old friendship, and the colleague who took the money did not cheat him again. The loyal deputy commander soon saw the honorable eldest daughter of Franz, and in a sense, he was the only "real boss" Honorary Governor of Sophia.

Well, the other one is Miss Talia August Rune, of course.

Using the fastest and most concise words to tell what happened, Sophia's expression quickly changed from calm at the beginning to tense, even looking more nervous than herself.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, of course they can't be allowed in!"

Before Fabian finished speaking, Sophia said without hesitation: "Since there are assassins hiding inside who can threaten Carlos, we must not let them step into the Osteria Palace. Don't let them go back!"

"But the problem is that this is just the commander-in-chief's guess, and there is no evidence to support it." Fabian replied cautiously, pretending not to hear the offensive words of the young lady just now:

"Those people who were stopped were members of the Privy Council, and even two cabinet ministers... either rich and powerful, or influential figures in Clovis City. The current Storm Legion has no capital to confront them head-on. "

"What's so great about the members of the Privy Council and the cabinet ministers, but they have a better family background, and they happened to be born as a..."

Just as Sophia was about to say "man", she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was neither the little maid nor Ansen Bach, but someone she didn't know very well, so she quickly changed the subject:

"Ahem... In short, you want me to come forward and keep those people away from the Osteria Palace, right?"

"Exactly." Fabian smiled politely: "If the commander-in-chief had come forward, it would be a bit too ostentatious; after thinking about it, I'm afraid I have to trouble the governor."

Perhaps it was because of the phrase "Lord Governor", a smile that could not be concealed appeared on the girl's face: "That's no problem, I'll go to Viscount Bogner and the guy from the conservative side immediately; Keep those people out, just say..."

"Well, let's say it's an order from the Honorary Governor of Clovis, Sophia Franz!"

After finishing these words with great momentum, the girl turned around proudly, and walked towards the Privy Council without looking back.

Looking at the girl's leaving back without saying a word, Fabian couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, with a wry smile full of anxiety on his face:

"I hope... nothing will go wrong?"

…………………

"Liaozi, some guys who have just saved their lives don't seem to be qualified to say such things."

In the bayonet club, the female judge with scarlet eyes hugged her shoulders and condescendingly looked down at the chief judge who could only sit on the ground and couldn't even speak loudly:

"A few minutes later, the only thing I found would be a room full of corpses."

Cole Dorian was very helpless: "I said, can you trust my strength a little bit?"

"What strength, the strength to be beaten unilaterally?"

"This is a tactic, a tactic! I don't know how many people are on the other side, so of course I can only try to trap the enemy and fight a war of attrition with them!"

"Oh, so, so your plan was a success?"

"That's...not quite."

"So, if I come a few minutes later, can I make my plan more perfect?"

"...Anyway, you just want to hit my self-confident man, right?"

"No, I've given up on that."

"give up?"

"That's right. After all, someone's self-confidence is like air. No matter how you reduce it, it can increase out of thin air. It really makes people feel unfulfilling."

"..."

Cole, who was twitching at the corner of his mouth, wanted to turn his head away, but his chin was pinched by Sera who suddenly squatted down; the two pairs of eyes looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

The expressionless female judge pursed her lips, without blinking her eyes: "You...do you want to die that much?"

"Don't think I can't see it, the latest is the day when the difference engine is discovered, you must have already guessed who the so-called old **** faction behind the 'whispering words' is."

"I advised you not to pursue this matter, but you still refused to let go of this opportunity; but when you finally found out the truth, you were afraid, and you realized that your enemy was not an old **** at all, or Say...not just the Old Gods."

"You..." Cole twitched the corners of his mouth, his pale face wanted to say something, but in the end he hesitated to say a wry smile: You should have persuaded him harder. "

"But now that things have happened, there are only two roads left in front of you."

The female judge's eyes were burning: "First, if you don't know anything, don't continue to interfere with what will happen in Clovis City, let Ansen Bach, let those ambitious guys fight, let Clovis Victoria has become a mess!"

"Either... don't think otherwise, fulfill the duty of the Chief Inquisitor of the Seeking Truth, and bring the culprit who caused all this to justice!"

"...Can you not be so obvious when you give advice to others?"

Cole Dorian couldn't help complaining: "Speaking of this kind of sake, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com How do you want me to choose?"

"That's your business, I don't care." The female judge said blankly, "I only care about one thing, no matter what happens, you must live."

"I..." Cole looked a little surprised: "I am in your heart... so important?"

"Put this shackle on me, and you are the one responsible for monitoring me not to betray the ring of order, Cole Dorian." While speaking, Sera gently lifted his collar with his right hand, revealing the ferocious metal iron on his neck. ring:

"According to the rules of the trial court, as long as you are still alive, I don't need another judge to monitor... So you must be alive, until one hour, one minute before the day I die, you must be alive."

She pinched Cole's already stunned face: "This is my choice, my last freedom...No one can take it away from me!"

Before the words finished, the female judge had already kissed her deeply.

(end of this chapter)