I Will Be The Crowned King

At exactly 23:00, the Xicheng Gate was attacking the city.

Under the dim moonlight, the bullets that cut through the sky still showed no signs of stopping, and the deafening roar was almost non-stop; not only the city wall, but the entire city defense position had been plunged into a sea of ​​fire.

Round after round of cannonballs rose from the storm division's position, which had been shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and in an instant, countless dazzling explosions were lit up in the sea of ​​fire; The same deafening cheers erupted.

"Power...still not enough."

Looking at the fireballs that were constantly erupting on the opposite city wall, Fabian, who was swept across his cheeks by the scalding heat, muttered to himself.

Although all the artillery was concentrated and the amount of ammunition was not limited, it was barely able to make a considerable momentum, but it was still undeniable that in the face of sufficiently strong fortifications, the power of the artillery was still insufficient.

It looks huge and true, but it can really kill the city walls and enemy bunkers... In fact, after the first round of artillery coverage destroyed several sections of the city walls, several towers and outer fortresses, it was basically over.

The rest is a bit harsher, even if it is fired with 10,000 rounds, it will not have much effect; unless it is replaced with a more powerful artillery, the mere deterrence far exceeds the lethality.

But there is another paradox here, that is, the more powerful the artillery, the more inconvenient to carry; the lighter 6-pounder only needs at least two horses to pull it, and it can really penetrate with one shot. The sixty-eight-pound caron gun at the city gate... Fabian couldn't imagine any means to move such a steel behemoth on land.

Steam train?

This seems like a good idea, but wouldn't that mean getting the rails repaired anywhere to fight?

And it's so troublesome, why not just embed the Karon gun directly on the locomotive, and then build a steam train that can run without rails. Wouldn't it be more convenient?

Uh, this doesn't seem to work. Ordinary gravel roads can't carry the weight of steam trains, and more solid roads still need to be built... The problem seems to come back.

So is there any way, without the need to build roads, without the terrifying weight of Caron Cannons and steam trains, and without terrain restrictions, weapons that can easily conquer a fortress?

Just as Fabian was thinking hard about the sea of ​​flames, Carl Bain suddenly walked behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"What time is it now?"

"Now?" The former Guards officer was shocked, he took out his pocket watch subconsciously, and the minute hand just stopped on the "one":

"It's exactly 11:50... Is it time to send a line of soldiers to feint?"

"No, it's still early." Carl waved his hand, his expression suddenly became weird:

"It's another thing."

"another thing?"

"True Religion... The liaison officer who stayed in charge of the communication of the judges just told me that they had news from the headquarters of the Church of Order." Carl Bain glanced around and lowered his voice:

"The Knights of Judgment, they are almost here."

So fast? !

Fabian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately understood the urgency of the matter-it was the evening of October 26th, and there were still nearly 50 hours before the deadline at 0:00 on the 29th.

The other party didn't come early or late, but it happened at this time, and it was specially notified... It's definitely not a coincidence.

After a brief contemplation, Fabian, who quickly recovered his composure from the shock, whispered, "What do you need me to do?"

As a former officer of the Guards, Fabian is very clear about his "position" in the Storm Division - as Ansen Bach's "confidant", he thinks he can probably rank fourth or fifth, but the grenade The position of the commander of the corps gave him the status of a deputy commander, and at the same time, his rank was second only to a deputy commander of a certain legion.

Therefore, his most important job is to handle some of the more "tough" jobs on behalf of the deputy commander.

"It's nothing, just a little... confused." Carl shook his head slowly, looking at Fabian with confused eyes:

"The liaison officer said that there are still two hours left to rule that the Knights will arrive. Let's stop the shelling half an hour earlier, saying that there is a possibility of ... accidentally hurting them - do you have any clues?"

"No." Fabian was startled:

"Accidentally injured, how to accidentally hurt?"

The two who looked at each other were confused.

………………

23:15, underground passage.

In the pitch-dark environment, everyone followed behind the young knight, stepping on the running water that drowned their ankles, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the dead corridor.

But you don't even have to bow your head, the smell is strong enough to be real, and the sticky texture when you lift your feet is enough to make everyone understand that it is definitely not "water".

Those were the "missing" residents of the West Wing Promenade.

Compared to when he had just arrived, Louis Bernard, who was leading the way, seemed much quieter; apart from explaining the direction and the approximate position in front of him when necessary, he did not say a word during the whole process, and even turned his head very rarely.

Only the expression on the occasional side glance can tell that he seems to be planning something.

The pipe-smoking Inquisitor Chanis was also very quiet, staggering on his steam scythe, and followed silently at the end of the line... like a vigilant old vulture.

The black-robed priest was still trembling, and the frequency of the trembling even made Anson wonder if he had some magic props on his body that kept vibrating.

Anson, who was holding Lisa, always wanted to pull Kalin Jacques and ask him more about the riot at the Thirteenth Council. For example, why did the truth take the initiative to intervene, and what exactly was Saint Isaac's relic? , how connected Luther Franz is with them...

But asking this kind of question in front of a judge really goes against his character as a "devout believer", so he had to give up.

I don't know when it started, the group stopped running wildly, but began to slow down; the tense atmosphere was also replaced by dull, restless and restless.

The narrow space and the oppressive atmosphere, the endless darkness, the slowly flowing river of blood... swallowed everyone's reason.

Fortunately, maybe it's because the corpses have been squandered, or more likely because the blood mages who control the area have been killed... Except for the darkness without the slightest light and the stench of blood, the five have never encountered any. "Accident".

Soon, just after passing through a curve that looked like a drain, Louis, who was walking at the front, suddenly started to speed up again, so that the entire team started to speed up.

Looking at his furrowed brows, An Sen had a faint guess.

Soon, at a "crossroad" that was close to the bottom of a well but much larger, Louis suddenly stopped and looked back at everyone.

"What, what's wrong?"

The trembling Carlin Jacques almost didn't stop, and slammed into Anson's back: "Why did it stop suddenly?"

"We're here." Louis, who spoke silently, raised his finger to the top of his head:

"Up from here, it is the Iser Palace."

Following the direction of his finger, everyone looked up at the same time, looking at a deep darkness.

"The palace...is it right here?" the black-robed priest asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Louis nodded slightly, but suddenly paused:

"Strictly speaking, it is."

"strict?!"

"Iser Palace is not a castle, but a complex of several palaces; from here along the wall is a fountain garden, and from there to the elf king's bedroom, there is only a corridor in the middle," explained the young knight. .

"Oh..." The black-robed priest suddenly realized, and then his face was full of sadness:

"Then how do we get up?"

Louis didn't speak, but walked to the wall, raised his hand and patted it in the darkness, the sound of the crisp metal ladder immediately reverberated in the corridor.

"Clang~clang~clang..."

In the echoes, Carin Jacques was expressionless.

At this moment, even he felt that the young knight in front of him became unlovable.

And just as everyone was about to set off, Louis suddenly stepped forward to stop them.

"what happened again?"

"Uh...No, nothing!" Louie's voice suddenly became a little nervous, and his eyes flickered right and left in front of everyone with different expressions:

"It's just a small problem."

"What's the problem?" The black-robed priest was startled.

"We have to stay here alone." Louis said suddenly with a serious expression, his left hand behind his back clenched his fist tightly, and his breathing was a little short:

"This underground passage is the top secret of the Iser elf royal family. If the elf king is really in the palace, and we want to retreat from here later, it is best to leave a person to guard here."

"Of course, although it is a secret, we have just exposed it, so it is hard to say whether there will be an enemy; therefore, this person should be better at hiding, and if necessary, send the correct signal to others, and support when necessary other people."

The words fell, and Louis involuntarily pursed the corners of his mouth.

Chanis, who was smoking a pipe, raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, it makes sense." Carlin Jacques next to him nodded seriously, and began to mutter to himself: "So this person should be good at hiding, and be smart enough to be able to do it when he has to. Act as a helper..."

The black-robed priest's expression froze for a moment, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The entire team suddenly became quiet.

"Wait...Aren't you talking about me?!" The suddenly excited black-robed priest was full of despair, and fell to the ground with his legs limp, tugging on Ansen's trouser legs: "I don't! Can you change the one left over?!"

"I……"

Louis, whose heartstrings were tense, panicked in an instant, standing bewildered: "I-I didn't say I had to ask you..."

"You didn't say it, but that's what you meant!" The black-robed priest was so scared that he almost cried: "I think I'm in the way and want to throw me down and wait to die!"

"I didn't mean that!" Louis' face was innocent.

"Then that's what you think!"

"I really don't!"

"You are!"

"I……"

In the chaos of the quarrel, Chanis, who frowned, bit his pipe, ready to interrupt this time-wasting nonsense.

But before he could speak, An Sen suddenly stepped forward:

"Well, I'll stay."

Um? !

The chaotic atmosphere suddenly condensed.

Carin Jacques, who was so desperate that he was about to cry a second ago, turned his head back suddenly, as if he had seen the holy light fall from the sky with his own eyes.

The flustered Louis was stunned in place, looking at Anson with a look of incredulity in his eyes.

The interrupted Chanis looked sideways slightly, and his expression changed from astonishment to playfulness.

Lisa, who was still in Anson's arms, stared at her big clear eyes, not knowing what just happened.

"I'll stay here and guard the retreat route for everyone." An Sen smiled indifferently, and repeated what he just said.

Until just now, he had probably guessed what Louis' plan was; but Anson, who had been ready to "cooperate", suddenly changed his mind.

"You stay..." Louis, who was "interrupted by the plan", suddenly stammered:

"Then I... no! I, I mean... Then Lisa, what about Lisa?"

He regretted it as soon as he said it, and his cheeks flushed instantly.

But this problem is actually also practical - the person who brought Lisa here is Anson. If she is not counted as one of the members, then their team will only have four people.

For this kind of small-scale raid, one more person and one less person will still have a great impact...especially when the combat power of a certain black-robed priest is basically negative.

"Uh..." The black-robed priest, who clearly noticed that the atmosphere was not quite right, looked at the people with different expressions, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva:

"That...Actually, I'm pretty good at hiding..."

"Lisa can come with you."

The indifferent Anson put Lisa down from his arms, held her small head and looked at each other: "What do you think, Lisa... Can you temporarily replace me and protect everyone?"

The girl nodded proudly and vigorously, and her right hand slammed her small breasts.

"Um!"

Raising his head, Anson smiled and looked at Louis, who pursed his mouth tightly: "No problem."

"Anson..."

Louis bit his lower lip, hesitated, and then took a half step forward: "I actually..."

"I said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there is no problem." Anson interrupted with a smile, gently pressing his shoulder:

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

The pupils of the young knight shrank suddenly.

After having a "gatekeeper" who was willing to take the initiative to stand up, the remaining four continued to climb up the iron ladder under the leadership of Louis to the Iser Palace.

Ten minutes later, only An Sen was left in the dark corridor.

In the choking smell of blood, the solitary Anson Bach repeatedly confirmed that there should be no one around, and began to take out the prepared props from his arms.

A revolver, a bayonet, a silver whistle, a pocket watch, a pipe, a pair of monocles.

There is also a diary.

Three minutes later, wearing a monocle and biting a pipe at the corner of his mouth, An Sen solemnly stuffed the diary into his jacket pocket, supported his triangular hat, and looked up at the darkness that was no longer empty.

"The plan begins."