I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment she heard Anson's eager cry, Sophia looked back with a puzzled expression, but the next second she turned decisively and ran, flying towards the direction of Clovis Cathedral.

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Of course, this is a girl's natural keen sense of danger, and more importantly, similar situations have happened three times in a row, which has caused her to react instinctively to Anson's warning.

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The young coachman, who noticed that he was exposed, yanked on the reins, and the neighing old horse rushed towards the four-wheeled carriage, which was definitely not light at first glance.

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At this moment, An Sen suddenly bowed his back and bent his knees, rushing towards the girl who fell backwards. At the same time, he stopped the exclaimed little maid Angelica with his left hand, and pulled out a "dagger" from under the windbreaker with his right hand. Reach out and aim at the carriage.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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One shot at the head of the horse, one shot at the wheel, one shot at the driver.

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The old horse, whose head had been blown off, let out the last wailing of his life, and forcibly broke the ropes that fixed the carriage to it; the four-wheeled carriage, which had one wheel smashed to pieces, lost control and fell on its back in the street. Rolling non-stop.

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Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang, the young driver jumped up decisively, his body turned into a puff of smoke floating in the air, allowing the lead bullet that should have hit his eyebrows to penetrate.

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He is also a conjurer... Anson raised his brows with Sophia behind him, clenched the bayonet between his sleeves with his left hand, and rushed towards the falling smoke.

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The normal duration of the fog of the dead is only four seconds, and the distance cannot exceed the casting radius of 20 meters, usually not more than five meters.

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"boom!"

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The screeching lead bullet brushed across the driver's left shoulder, tearing a **** opening near the arm, and the opened flesh spurted out a column of blood.

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The stunned young coachman's expression distorted in an instant, his body dragged his left arm wet with blood, and his right hand clenched his fist and smashed Anson's left arm, which was erected to block.

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"Clang!"

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The fists and arms crossed, but there was a sound of sharp blades colliding; the roaring fist ripped open the front sleeve of Anson's windbreaker, revealing the bayonet hidden underneath; the muzzle raised like a life-threatening hound, roaring that burst eardrums.

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The driver who had no time to dodge slammed his head down, the straight trajectory was only a few centimeters away from the top of his skull, and a series of sparks exploded on the ground; he rubbed the right hand of [Rifeng], and at the same time tried to take away the bayonet in Ansen's left hand. .

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But Anson was one step ahead of him... Or he was very aware of the characteristics of the spell of sharp wind - as a simple and crude basic magic, its "effective surface" is very narrow, and it can only focus on a certain area of ​​​​the item.

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On the hand, it is around the knuckles as the core, so the wrist is a part that has absolutely no defense.

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So An Sen decisively released the handle of the knife, and the sharp bayonet flipped freely in the air as it fell; just as the handle went down, An Sen, who was holding the bayonet sharply, stabbed straight up.

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"Pfft!"

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The sharp long blade pierced through the wrist, and the charged axe with a twisted expression had no time to try to break free. Anson, who was holding the handle tightly, twisted the handle upwards like a wrench.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

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The heart-wrenching coachman dragged his nailed right arm to the side to dodge, relying on the conjurer's sense of distance to instinctively dodge a shot aimed at the heart, and the exploding lead bomb exploded on his left rib. A piece of blood.

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But the driver didn't give up, because when the gun rang, it meant that Anson's right revolver was out of bullets.

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This is an opportunity!

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The young coachman who avoided the fatal shot raised his **** left hand, and a looming storm gathered in his palm, turning the dripping blood on it into a pale pink blood mist.

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But before the storm rolled up in his palm touched Anson, he saw the person in front of him decisively throw away the revolver, stomped his right foot, and the silver dagger popped out of the military boot, and the "dagger" in free fall in the air "Staggered, falling steadily into the palm of your hand.

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The next second, the storm in the palm of the hand intersected with the tip of the silver short sword; the blade, which should have been torn to pieces, pierced through the center of the storm without any obstacle, directly piercing the palm of the coachman.

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The storm dissipated, and Anson, who was expressionless, drew his dagger in the terrified eyes of the coachman, and stabbed him several times at the location of his heart.

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"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."

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The silver dagger was continuously inserted and pulled in the driver's chest until his upper body was soaked with blood, and An Sen took advantage of the situation to pull out the bayonet on his right wrist. From the back of the neck.

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With his throat pierced, the driver hung his hands at his sides weakly, blood and minced meat spit out from the corners of his mouth closed, and trembling violently, he stared at An Sen with the eyes of the traitor. The power growled and cursed:

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"For Ayton...for the Three Old Gods...for the big plan..."

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"You...you...all of you...have to die..."

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An Sen looked at him calmly, and chuckled like a joke: "Yes, you're right, mortals are mortal."

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"Hey, what's the next sentence?"

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Just when the driver was confused by An Sen's words, An Sen raised his bayonet without warning, and the icy blade slid across his neck.

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"Pfft!"

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The head and the limp body fell into the pool of his own blood together, and the confused expression was forever engraved on the driver's face.

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The calm Anson immediately put away the bayonet and dagger, picked up the "dagger" on the ground again, and skillfully ejected and cleaned the magazine, then took out the prepared paper shell and loaded it, knocked on the hammer, and placed the muzzle of the gun. Aim at the corpse on the ground.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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Two shots to the head, two shots to the heart.

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It wasn't until it was confirmed that the driver was really cold that Anson turned around and looked at Sophia, who was still lying on the ground - even though she was terrified, she had been pursing her lips tightly and not making a sound from just now.

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"He...is a spellcaster?"

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The pale girl was supported by An Sen to stand up. Her weak body seemed to have no weight. She leaned on his shoulders so that she would not fall down. She could only stare at the corpse of the coachman without moving.

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A little scared, a little curious, and a little... excited.

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"It's a low-level conjurer. It's not very strong, but it's still very dangerous." Anson looked at the corpse of the coachman and said, with a frowning expression that was extremely serious.

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Send a spellcaster disguised as a coachman to assassinate the Archbishop's only daughter in broad daylight in front of all believers and priests at Clovis Cathedral... Which genius came up with this plan?

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After thinking about it for a while, Anson believed that the probability that this incident was planned by the Black Mage was very low. First of all, he already knew that the Cathedral was under his control, and deliberately doing such a thing would not benefit him at all.

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And until now, the Inquisition has never done anything to the Black Mage. The face of the Church Academy is only one aspect. More importantly, Luther Franz has always been reluctant to let things expand, limiting the problem of the Old God School to the kingdom of Clovis. Inside, rejecting interference from higher levels of the church.

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Once Sophia is killed, God knows what this archbishop who dotes on her daughter can do. At that time, I am afraid that there will be no place for black mages in the entire Clovis Kingdom, and hunting and bounty orders can be spread throughout the entire world of order.

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Of course, it is also possible that he thought too much; the other party just sent a spellcaster to try to create a riot and cause panic; Sophia just happened to be outside the church door, and she was obviously not an ordinary person because she was targeted by the coachman.

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Just when Anson was still thinking about it, the soldiers who heard gunshots and fighting finally rushed over; Lisa, who was in a panic, was the first to rush out of the church, only to relax after seeing that Anson was still intact. He sighed and patted his small chest in fear.

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"What are you going to do next?"

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After regaining her composure from fear, Sophia turned her head to look at Anson, with the last bit of nervousness in her eyes: "Investigate the scene, collect clues from the carriage and the corpse of the driver, and find out his identity and origin?"

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"No, I don't have that manpower and time anymore."

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Anson shook his head, interrupting the girl's delusions about detective novels:

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"In the next few days, Clovis City will only become more and more chaotic. It is meaningless to catch only one or two Old God faction organizations or gangs, and it will even disrupt our original plans and deployments."

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"So you have to go home immediately. I will send a heavy carriage and a squad of skirmishers to take you back, and then tell the guards about it. They will know what to do if they have the slightest brain!"

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The voice fell, and the excited light in Sophia's eyes quickly dimmed, but she did not speak out against it.

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"In addition, I have one more thing to ask you." Anson, who noticed the girl's slight expression, paused, and immediately said:

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"I said about Draco Wilters just now. We now know that he intends to persuade His Majesty Carlos II, but we still don't know how he will quell the riot."

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"So there must be a person who can appear in the palace when the riot occurs, and is qualified to enter the palace to monitor his every move."

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"This is not a meaningless thing, at least as far as I know, even the Archbishop himself knows nothing about it." Anson emphasized:

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"Of course it's impossible to monitor others in his capacity. The monitor must not easily attract the attention of others and be able to travel unimpeded in the entire palace. Among the people I know, there is no more suitable person than you."

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"And I'm not helping you, but helping myself; figuring out the ins and outs of the whole thing will be very helpful for me to compete for the position of the security forces in Clovis City in the future."

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Sophia stared intently at Anson, trying to find traces of the other party's lies from the face that said "I'm sincere", but in the end there was no result.

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After hesitating for a moment, the girl finally nodded calmly and gently: "I'll give it a try...but don't bless any hope."

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"That's enough." Anson smiled indifferently.

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In fact, he didn't expect Sophia to really find anything, but this kind of thing can never stand "just in case"; especially for a guy who is elusive and has caused 10,000 troubles to himself, even if he can block him, it is good, not to mention By the way, you can also brush up on the Franz family's goodwill towards you.

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While the two were talking, the soldiers of the storm regiment who arrived began to clean the scene; Anson turned back subconsciously, and saw several soldiers walking towards the overturned carriage under the command of the non-commissioned officer.

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"Wait a minute, don't go near that carriage! There might be..."

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"Boom!!!!"

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Before he finished speaking, the entire carriage suddenly swelled outwards, and the golden-red flames burst open, rushing to the sky amid Anson's warning sound, swallowing up several soldiers without a trace.

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………………

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Just when the storm regiment stationed on Red Brick Street and the priests of the cathedral were in chaos because of the sudden appearance of assassins and the exploding carriage, the entire city of Clovis was in a state of panic.

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In the beginning, it was just some small disturbances such as theft and robbery. Relying on the security companies hired by various street shops and the owners, as well as a small number of "righteous" people, it was finally able to barely maintain order.

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However, with the continuous emergence of victims on the street, smashed by robbers, set on fire, and explosions of houses and shops caused by gas pipeline accidents, and when these are no longer one or two "unfortunate accidents", but When more than a dozen cases, dozens of cases keep appearing... The public security situation continues to deteriorate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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When the Guards finally realized that the situation was getting out of control and finally tried to intervene, it was too late, or it was completely counterproductive - the original street commotion was when the Guards with guns appeared in a carriage ~ www.wuxiaspot. com~ Like the straw that broke the camel's back, it turned into a riot!

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The guards, who were walking in neat steps, directly lined up on the street and shot to death the panicked crowd and the rioters who were looting everywhere; the officers on horses rushed into the crowd with their knives under the cover of the soldiers' cold guns. Slash to the ground the thugs who just returned from the exploded shop.

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The thugs who were raided tried to hide in the narrow alleys of various streets, in the blown up shops, and tried their best to resist them with homemade firearms. During the encirclement and suppression of the guards without even saying hello, they had to "self-defense" - guarding the main traffic roads, using legally equipped weapons and shooting against the guards along the street.

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In the chaos, some clearly prepared Old God gangsters drove their carriages and sneaked around the most violent neighborhoods; their targets were those more "meaningful" areas: churches, guard posts, Royal Bank, Barracks, Warehouse...

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Accompanied by fireworks that shot up to the sky one after another, the riots quickly spread from only a few streets to the entire inner and outer city, and there is a tendency to further deteriorate.

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But what is very strange is that in the face of such a situation, the Privy Council, the royal family, the Guards, the Church, the Royal Army... In addition to strengthening the security of all forces in Clovis City, everyone invariably chose to ignore and restrain their hands. On the sidelines, sit back and watch the king fall into chaos.

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And the real storm is still brewing in the invisible shadow.