I Will Be The Crowned King

Text Chapter 203 Anson's "Reminder"

"clang--!!!!"

The moment the voice fell, the two sharp blades collided without warning, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The elf girl's movements of wielding the knife are not skilled, not even unfamiliar, she just wields it very casually - if it weren't for the fire that ignited at the moment of the collision, the knife should have penetrated her chest.

For a moment, Louis was suddenly very fortunate that he was not a qualified instructor when Freya was pestering him to teach her swordsmanship.

The flames that passed in front of him blocked Louis's vision, and the sharp blade pierced the flames, pulling a trembling shriek to his face.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The crisp long beep kept sounding, and Louis could even clearly feel that the strength of the elf girl was increasing. With the innate sense of distance from the conjurer, he could even make himself as a "sea knight" talent feel a little bit. pressure.

Along with the exploding sparks, the two of them swung their knives faster and faster; although the elf girl was wielding the knives almost desperately, with the "Sea Knight"'s reaction speed that was powerful enough to crush everything, Louis was still firm. prevail.

Just at the moment of the fight, he had at least four chances to penetrate the vital points of Freya's body; but Louis's goal from the beginning was not to kill, but to capture.

That means he's taking a bigger risk, while also making sure Freya suffers any mortal wounds...especially her own.

While playing steadily, the words Anson reminded him before departure appeared in Louie's mind:

[…Listen my dear Louie, Iser’s spellcasters are very different from humans… uh, don’t worry about how I know it, just listen to me…]

"clang!"

The slightly reddish blade, wrapped in a rolling heat wave, passed less than a centimeter in front of Louis' neck; the blade tip fell to the ground, and the violent sparks ignited raging fire on the carpet.

The young knight stepped forward sharply, the bright silver tip of the knife hitting Freya's chest.

But just as it was about to pierce through the elf girl's body, the long knife that pulled up the afterimage suddenly changed direction and brushed lightly over her right shoulder.

[…No matter which of the three magic spells this elf caster belongs to, his power has nothing to do with his true…I mean the evil god’s piety has nothing to do with his own bloodline purity and emotional fluctuations closely related...]

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"what are you doing?!"

Freya, who bit her lips tightly, roared, Louis' blade left only a shallow scar on her shoulder: "I don't need your mercy!"

"I didn't show mercy either."

The young knight was righteous and stern, the sharp blade in his hand was like an airtight cage, and the golden-red long knife could never touch his body: "I said, as long as I pay it back, I won't let anyone else. Hurting Her Highness Freya Mosesfield."

"Yes...anyone!"

[…Yes, this is one of the reasons why the Ysir elves are ranked according to their bloodline, but this is not important… In short, if the emotion that awakens the power of an elf spellcaster is joy, the happier he is with the power The stronger it is, the weaker it is...]

The elf girl's expression suddenly became a little flustered, and the blood in her pupils began to show signs of fading slightly.

But this state only lasted for a moment... The eyes of Freya I, who quickly regained her senses, were filled with blood again:

"You have no chance, Freya is dead!"

"No, there is!" Louis's tone was extremely decisive:

"There must be hope!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden-red blade attacked him, and the rolling heat wave instantly scorched the carpet under his feet and the wallpaper on both sides, turning it into flying ashes, flying up and down between the two constantly interlaced figures.

Without any hesitation, Louis, who was holding the knife in his backhand, turned his waist sideways, barely avoiding the golden-red afterimage that passed by.

The next second, the silver blade cut a half-arc along with Louis' figure, penetrating within three steps of the elf girl at an extremely strange angle.

Staring at the blade attacking her face, the pupils of the elf girl who had no time to parry with the knife suddenly shrank.

"boom--!"

Without any warning, the golden-red fire exploded under the feet of the two of them; the flames that swept through the thick smoke instantly filled the entire corridor.

At this moment, Freya Moses Field, who was surrounded by flames, was completely stunned.

At the last moment, she clearly saw that Louis stopped abruptly at the last moment.

"Louis?!"

Looking at the raging fire, Freya let out an exclamation.

The rising fire gradually dissipated, revealing a figure wrapped in thick smoke... The young knight with scorch marks all over his body slowly got up, his golden hair was mixed with scattered ashes, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"I said that no one can hurt you until I fall." Louis gasped slightly, his pupils flashing with a very solemn brilliance:

"I...Louis Bernard...I do what I say!"

[…So if you want to defeat a elven spellcaster who is very powerful and most likely unbeatable, then the best way is to weaken the emotions that awaken this guy’s power…]

"Why are you so stubborn?!"

The elf girl screamed, the blood in her pupils became more and more bleak, and the golden-red long knife poured into the billowing flames, like a breathing dragon rushing towards the young knight.

The sparks flickered uninterruptedly, and a whimper began to be mixed with the harsh metal crash.

Even with the speed of the Sea Knight's reaction, the weapon in his hand was already overwhelmed after nearly a hundred collisions, not to mention that he must always be careful not to let one of his mistakes hurt Freya.

Long thorns, slashing, slashing, round slashing... Under the hysterical and violent offensive of the elf girl, the battle situation seems to have turned into a one-sided state.

Louis, who was originally calm, kept hesitating and hesitating, causing him to start to retreat.

"What are you hesitating about?! Want to be killed by the Old Gods caster?!"

The golden-red flames roared again, leaving a scorched scar on Louis' right arm.

"I'm a spellcaster, an old school of gods! I'm no longer Freya Mosesfield, I'm a monster! A monster!" the elf girl cried:

"Kill me, kill me! Isn't this your duty, knights of the Ring of Order!"

The solemn-looking Louis did not answer, but kept blocking Freya's slashes, recalling Anson's suggestion in his mind:

[…If this emotion is exhausted, or completely reversed, his or her power will quickly fade away… At that time, if you want to defeat it, it will be easy…]

【…I guess so……】

"Clang clang-!"

With a loud bang, the long knife in the young knight's hand was finally overwhelmed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and snapped in the flames; the shattered blade slid in front of him, leaving a bloodstain on his delicate cheek.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The piercing cry of the elf girl echoed in the narrow corridor, and the flaming fire turned into a spiral spear, rushing towards the chest of the young knight.

"puff--"

There was no time to dodge... The "point of the gun" directly tore Louis' breastplate and pierced into his chest from the center.

"Louis..."

The elf girl stopped and stared blankly at the figure in front of her.

The young knight stood on the spot, his right hand full of scorch marks clenched the blade that pierced into his chest, the dark red blood plasma dripped from the palm of his hand, and he raised his head tremblingly.

Looking at Freya, whose face was covered with tears and the blood dissipated from her pupils, Louis, who was about to say something, was suddenly stunned.

At the end of the corridor behind the elf girl, a strange figure suddenly appeared.

It was a young man wearing a gray triangle hat and a coat, with his right hand behind his back, his left hand in the coat pocket, a pipe in the corner of his mouth, and a strange monocle.

He just stood there, standing there motionless, like... like...

It was as if he had been standing here from the beginning.

But myself...and Lisa...and that elf black mage...everyone didn't notice his existence!

But that's not the main thing.

Most importantly... this guy looks... as if... familiar...

Just when Louis was confused, the "man in gray" suddenly revealed his right hand hidden behind his back—plus a surprisingly large revolver.

And pulled the trigger.

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