I Will Be The Crowned King

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: [Luoqiu Chinese] https://The fastest update! No ads!

"Anson Bach!!!!"

As if a real scream burst in the air, An Sen's pupils, who were staring at the strange "flesh mass", were instantly congested, the swollen blood vessels began to turn blue-purple, and the dark red liquid continued to overflow from the ears.

But he didn't lower his head, and he didn't dodge his gaze...because now is the critical moment to decide the outcome!

Although it was completely different from his original plan—it was a particularly perfect plan, Anson emphasized himself—the Black Mage was forced out of his true form, because of Lisa’s existence, and because his emotions were completely out of control, he completely lost hypnosis. Ability.

And because of the existence of this "transcending human life form", it is destined to have great discomfort due to its imperfection; although the power will surpass the original "human form" of the Black Mage, it will also be more fragile than the original him.

Mace Hornard is very strong, very strong, so strong that if it weren't for Lawrence and Lisa, he could have declared the end to the point of killing Bloane; but he can also be very vulnerable as long as he finds a weakness, Fragile enough to be over with a buckshot.

If a buckshot doesn't end, then a six-pound solid round should do, or a twelve-pound, twenty-four, thirty-six (about sixteen kilogram), forty-eight-pound (twenty-one kilogram) fort gun Sure.

But this moment is only for a moment... Only in the moment when Mace Hornard completely lost his mind and was kidnapped by his own power, there would be such a glimmer of life.

That front line was added layer by layer, constantly causing him to have mental fluctuations, and finally the vitality caused by emotional imbalance!

That... is now!

The dim light around him gradually disappeared, and the icy gloom enveloped the entire secret room; countless shadows rolled and flocked to the skull and fleshy sac named Black Mage, which was ignited into a purple demonic fire and gathered around him. Remember the URL m.luoqiuzw. com

It is the existence of various negative emotions that have crossed the boundary of spirit and matter, and has been completely substantiated. It exists in the form of "fire".

Once that thing broke out completely... An Sen, who had a splitting headache, shuddered, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

"Lisa, run!"

Anson turned back suddenly and yelled at the girl behind him, and shoved a bunch of keys directly into her arms:

"Run out and lock the door!"

"No matter what you hear or see, don't let anyone open it, let alone open it yourself!"

All the cards have been exhausted, and now Ansen is no longer thinking about winning or losing, but the last hand in case of failure.

In any case, no matter what happened, Mace Hornard could not be let out of here alive and let him take Lisa.

Let him be able to drag hundreds of thousands of people into the purgatory of blood and fire for his own selfish desires, just like this time.

"Run!"

The girl who was pushed hard ran out with a crying voice, staring at the figure who never looked back at her with tears on her face, and closed the door of the secret room with all her strength.

"boom!"

The moment the door was closed, a dark purple fire rose up, and the strong negative emotions had already enveloped An Sen's body like the torrential rain and water vapor before the monstrous waves.

Fear, hatred, resentment, anger... Emotions that were so intense were constantly impacting his consciousness, and all kinds of terrifying images that couldn't be seen directly flashed in his mind; An Sen's expression was so distorted that he almost lost his thoughts. ability.

The next second, the intense pressure and tingling suddenly... disappeared?

Um? !

Anton suddenly widened his eyes, and suddenly flashed from his line of sight dressed in black - Lawrence Bernat, who was expressionless, stood in front of him at some point.

His complexion was even uglier than Anson's. His bloodshot eyes could no longer see the color of the whites of his eyes. The blood vessels in his head and neck were constantly squirming violently and trembling.

"clang!"

The sound of sharp blades smashing sounded in the dead silent room, and Lawrence, with his arms outstretched, straightened his body, and the axe, spear and saber he was holding were nailed to the ground to support his body.

Like a black city wall, it was firmly blocked between Anson and the black mage.

"Go!"

Lawrence, whose hat was drooping, roared at Anson behind him, a strange brilliance flashed in his bleeding pupils:

"Let everything that happened today go according to your plan!"

"The rest... leave it to me!"

At the moment when the roar sounded, the purple demonic fire was already rushing towards the two of them amid the hysterical screams of the black mage.

call--

In the dark hall of the secret room, purple firelight instantly enveloped the two of them, and countless negative emotions broke out in a completely substantial form.

But apart from the cold and biting touch, Anson didn't have any extra feelings; all the attacks and injuries were blocked by Lawrence in front of him.

"Mace Hornard..."

Under the erosion of the purple flame, the piercing pain Lawrence said in a hoarse voice:

"...You are an excellent historian, a conscientious mentor, a...noble person who used to seek the truth as his mission..."

In the eyes of the judge's blood flowing, the black mage's furious, but full of confusion and fear expression, and dozens of pairs of eyes scattered throughout those expressions are reflected.

"...In the face of knowledge full of filth, you chose to betray and became a betrayal of the ring of order; you bound your future to the confused road to becoming a god, degenerated from a pure human being into a slave of power, and abandoned it completely self..."

The expressionless Anson took out the last paper shell bullet from his pocket, and printed the last card and the killer on the surface of the lead bullet.

"...I, Lawrence Bernat, in the name of the Inquisition and the authority bestowed upon me by the Ring of Order, hereby declare:"

"Your depravity ends here."

"Your sins will be atonement by me!"

"You give me death-!!!!"

The black mage was suddenly shocked, and all the heads up and down the body screamed in unison, and the violent purple flames mixed with countless shadows rushed towards Lawrence.

The meat block composed of dozens of heads wrapped in flames, the expression has been completely crazy, and there is no sanity at all.

This is the price of evolution... The Black Mage, who surpasses human beings, has powers beyond the imagination of ordinary spellcasters, and even his power can materialize all kinds of emotions and spiritual power; but the price is that he can no longer fully control his emotions.

Ordinary people's emotions are out of control at the most extreme, and they are only crazy, but for the black mage... it is completely out of control.

"Snapped!"

The crisp snap of fingers flashed past, and Anson in the shadow suddenly opened his right hand to the black mage.

In the next second, the surging purple flames suddenly stopped, and the dazzling flames split into two in front of the judge, wrapping the black mage in it.

【Rising Fire】!

This incantation can create and control all flames within the casting range, and the negative emotions condensed by Mace Hornard exist in the form of "fire".

This also means that it is also within the control range of [Rising Fire].

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

The black mage, wrapped in purple flames, let out a terrifying scream. At this moment, he was being attacked by his own power.

At this moment, Ansen Bach finally stepped out of the shadows, aimed at the meat block wrapped in purple flames, and raised the "dagger" that symbolized the judge.

Conjuration, [Hunting]

"boom!"

The golden-red fire pierced through the dim secret room, hit the black mage's eyebrows precisely in the purple flame, and smashed the lead bullet into the center of the meat.

"boom--!!!!"

Fire burst.

The last struggle of Mace Hornard was reflected in Anson's mind, who was hit by the air wave and hit the wall. The moment his head was pierced, the completely uncontrollable purple flames began to burn and devour his body. Each of the heads that had been gathered together disintegrated into pieces, turning into burning flesh in the wailing sound.

In the end, there was nothing left.

The purple flame that devoured the main body finally lost its support and dissipated in the air little by little.

After a few minutes, the violent shaking gradually ceased.

Collapsing in the corner, An Sen resisted the dizziness and tingling pain, stood up staggeringly, and desperately opened his eyes to look around.

All the gas lamps had been blown up in the explosion just now, but apart from a little mess in the dark secret room, there was almost no sign of being bombarded by a six-pounder howitzer.

Even the St. Isaac steam differential engine, which was placed directly behind the secret room and was very close to the explosion range, was only stained with some black marks, and it still looked intact at first glance.

Is this... it should be said that it is really worthy of being produced by the Church of Order? Anson, who was extremely tired, had a wry smile on his face.

In the center of the explosion, there was only a handful of ashes, plus a charcoal, leaving only the brain of a small plate and a few pieces that could not be seen.

Strictly speaking, it is difficult to say that Mace Hornard was "killed" by Anson, at least with the two spells of Ascension Fire and Hunting and Killing. Black Mage himself.

Slowly raising his head, Lawrence Bernat, who was resting his hands on the two weapons, was still standing still; he slowly turned his head back, looking at Anson silently in the middle of his too ugly face.

Anson's smile suddenly froze.

So... how should I explain to this experienced judge that I am a conjurer?

It seems that it is not easy to fool the past with the excuse of "forgetting" or "you read it wrong"...

"Uh... Lawrence, the situation is not what you think it is."

An Sen clapped his hands with "Crack!", and the extremely reluctant smile was mixed with a look of flattery:

"It's complicated, but I can explain it very concisely, really! Trust me, as soon as I say it, you will understand... er, I mean you will understand my troubles!"

Looking at Anson who was dancing and trying to explain himself in cold sweat, Lawrence smiled.

He let go of his weapon, walked vainly to the wall and sat down, looking at An Sen who was nervous with a faint smile:

"Don't be nervous, I haven't said anything yet."

"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous at all!" Anson shook his head quickly, smiling with his hands behind his back, cold sweat streaming down his temples:

"I'm just... just afraid that you will misunderstand..."

"I understand, I understand."

He interrupted with a smile and waved his hand, touched the pockets of his shriveled shirt, and looked up at An Sen:

"Is there a cigarette? I suddenly want to smoke one."

"Yes!" Anson said without hesitation.

Of course he had no cigarettes on him, but there was a misty pipe given to him by Viscount Bogner.

Although it is an enchanted item, it can still be used as a normal pipe!

Quickly taking out his pipe, Anson hurriedly refilled the tobacco, while chatting with Lawrence with a bit of flattery:

"The situation is like this... At that time we were outside the Fort Thunder Fortress, and I took a lot of effort to get an important piece of information from Mace Hornard. Kroger Bernard is an old god, and he intends to pull With Fort Thunder and the Clovis army perished."

"As a believer in the Ring of Order with an extremely firm belief, I, Anson Bach, of course cannot let him succeed! So I pretended to accept Mace Hornard's request and became a conjurer."

"A lot of things happened after that, but in the end, it was resolved; as to why I didn't tell you about it later, it was mainly because... er... because... because..."

"Hey! Don't say that. Anyway, you can definitely understand what I mean. If you want to lock me up or monitor me, I have no problem. After all, this is your job, and I can understand it."

"There's a request not to tell Lisa about this; can you, Lawrence?"

"Lawrence?"

"Lawrence, did you hear me?"

"Can you give me an answer, even if I don't agree?"

"...Lawrence?"

Anson raised his head when he noticed something.

Lawrence Bernat, who was sitting by the wall, looked at Anson with a smile, his eyes no longer shining.

Looking at the pair of gray eyes and the dark red liquid solidified in the corners of his eyes, An Sen suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he took a hard puff on the lit pipe and put it gently on Lawrence's mouth, the pipe was supported by the collar of the leather trench coat.

During the whole process, An Sen's expression was extremely serious. He was careful until he was sure that the pipe would not tip over, and finally he slowly exhaled, dragged his tired body and stood up, his eyes swept around the dead silent room.

Right at this moment...

"Puff! Puff!"

Anson turned his head sharply and looked behind him. In the center of the explosion, in the ashes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there seemed to be something...

move?

Mace Hornard he... still alive? !

The stunned An Sen immediately reached out and tried to find the enchanted dagger in his arms. Before he could hold the hilt, the picture in front of him began to blur, and the vain pace dragged his increasingly chaotic consciousness. Ashes go.

Getting closer, getting closer...

"thump!"

An Sen, whose consciousness was interrupted, fell to the ground, and the silver-white dagger slipped out of his palm.