I Will Be The Crowned King

The vague consciousness was gradually enveloped in darkness, as if falling into the depths of the turbulent sea; no matter what the struggle was, it was still falling, falling downwards.

Harold tried his best to open his eyes, but the icy sea around him had stripped away even this last trace of strength; the endless darkness tore at his own flesh and blood and devoured him completely.

He desperately tried to grab something, but his memory was completely blurred, like an island in the middle of the sea swept by a storm, and he couldn't even tell the direction.

who I am? where am i? What exactly am I doing?

He only vaguely remembered that he swallowed a strange egg, and then he became healthy... Wait, what does "healthy" mean?

I... why did I swallow that egg?

Because of me... I am the Speaker of Beluga Harbor, and everything was taken from me... I...

By whom?

I don't remember it anymore, that name is clearly on my lips! Mingming is on the lips... Mingming... ah ah ah ah ah!

All right! I am the Speaker of Beluga Harbor, and I was taken away... What is the Speaker?

I... Beluga Harbor... what is it?

I……

I'm……

What am I?

Harold's consciousness gradually faded, bit by bit being drained and torn apart; the last isolated island in the center of the storm began to be swallowed up by the waves, torn apart and finally disappeared completely.

It won't take too long, this last little bit of remnant will be completely obliterated, completely occupied by the endless power of the Fallen God's egg, turning into an irrational and completely out of control "spellcaster", the state of a certain node on the way of evolution, Until the power is completely dissipated, or it mutates to a higher level.

But no matter which ending, all this has nothing to do with him.

at this time……

"Speaker Harold?"

It was a very familiar voice.

As the familiar voice sounded, the isolated island that was about to disappear suddenly became solid. Thunder suddenly sounded in the storm, and pale lightning pointed out the direction above the sea.

In an instant, Harold's consciousness regained consciousness, and the egg of the Fallen God let out an unwilling roar, but he still couldn't stop it. The swallowed memory seemed to be gradually recovering, and it flashed past him "in front of him" intermittently like flashbacks.

A vague figure that stirred his emotions appeared frequently in these flashbacks.

That, that is...

"Why are you here?"

Boom—

Another flash of lightning fell on the sea, splitting the storm that shrouded the isolated island; the sky and the sea mixed with clouds and mists rushed towards us, and the gust of wind blew recklessly on the dull isolated island.

The consciousness of Chaos suddenly flashed for a moment, and the icy sea suddenly became boiling and violent, and a light lit up in the darkness.

He remembered, remembered... That guy, the guy who took everything from him, he... he is...

"Anson Bach——!!!!"

Raising his head sharply, Harold, who still had a broken gun in his forehead, seemed to have been stimulated by something. He let out a deafening roar at Anson, who was shocked, and the tentacles all over his body began to become manic and restless.

thump—

The sound waves that shook the air reverberated in the large warehouse, and even the passage and floor below his feet began to vibrate violently; An Sen, who had no time to react, was about to dodge when his head exploded into a cloud of smoke.

Without the slightest sign, the [Smoke Man] as a passive defense was forced to activate.

Harold, who had completely lost his human appearance, roared hoarsely, the "hairy tentacles" all over his body squirmed frantically again, and the muscles in the lower abdomen of the lung lobes were torn and twisted, revealing mouthparts that resembled mites, and yellow-green pus stretched along it. The tentacles kept overflowing.

Anger made him regain a part of his consciousness, but the egg of the Fallen God had almost eroded him; at the same time as he roared, the only two remaining eyeballs were staring at Anson's figure.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as the effect of [Smoke Man] disappeared, Anson, who had pulled out the judge's revolver, pulled the trigger decisively; after the dazzling fire, lead bullets printed with [Gathering Flame] and [Rising Fire] shot at Harold.

Two heads, three hearts.

But all six shots were missed, and the twisted figure easily escaped all the projectiles, and was so agile that Ansen could not accurately capture it with his "powers", he only felt an afterimage rushing towards him!

Without thinking about it, An Sen took out his pipe from his jacket pocket, and at the same time decisively activated the [Mist of the Undead].

"Clang!"

With the sound of metal colliding, more than ten tentacles that turned into sharp blades were directly nailed through the floor; just a little bit, An Sen, who had been unable to dodge, could be torn into strips of flesh and corpse on the spot.

Even if he escaped the catastrophe, the crisis has not weakened in the slightest... The twisted and mutated Harold is unbelievably strong. On his own, Anson does not have a very good way to kill.

The angry Harold's body twisted again, the broken gun nailed to his forehead turned into a tentacle-like shape, and the "hairy tentacles" that were crawling crazily gradually gathered into a brand-new arm, and stretched out like "finger" at the end. More than ten small forks, each with different functions and shapes.

The clothes all over his body have been completely torn apart, and his flesh and blood have turned into countless tentacles that wriggle crazily. The eyeballs protruding from the center of his cheeks are still boiling, as if something is struggling desperately, waiting to emerge from the cocoon.

Before Anson's body recovered from the smoke to the real body, the twisted Harold rushed towards him again, and countless sharp limbs were aimed at his whole body, waiting for the opportunity to completely wipe out the figure that caused his anger.

"Boom!"

In the face of such "enthusiasm", what responded to Harold was the roar of Inquisitor Revolver.

The lead bullet printed with [Hunting] rushed out of the barrel of the gun, and the dazzling flame crossed a red line, which was easily avoided by Harold, and a burst of flames exploded on the wall behind him.

Just when he was about to get his wish and tore Anson into pieces, the figure with the pipe in front of him suddenly raised his right hand and made a very strange gesture towards him.

Conjuration, [Rising Fire].

The effect of this magic is to create or control a flame, and the fire that explodes behind Harold happens to be within his casting range.

The explosion that should have been flashed and extinguished suddenly turned into a raging fire, and under the control of [Rising Fire], it was like a six-pound blasting bomb that came out of the chamber, hitting Harold's back.

In an instant, Harold, who noticed something, was stunned. He looked back in astonishment and looked at the fireball that was rushing towards him, wrapped in billowing black smoke.

"Boom!!!!"

The violent explosion set off a rolling heat wave, making the entire warehouse tremble.

The dazzling fire light enveloped Harold. Under Anson's best efforts, the explosion hardly spilled out and concentrated all the energy in the center.

Outside the big warehouse, Carl Bain and the soldiers of the Storm Division who were organizing evacuation and retreat work froze in place, staring motionlessly at the "sun" under the night sky at the top of the warehouse, stunned.

"Oh my God……"

Looking at the direction of the rising light in the distance, the Wild Hunt knight hiding at the top of the roof not far away sucked in a breath of cold air: "Is this the real strength of Anson Bach?"

"I'm also because even if a high-profile officer like him is really a spellcaster, it's at best a level that's barely okay, and Clovis has never been very demanding on officers' personal strength... Is it possible that they are all in fact all of them. Is it the sect of the old gods who blasphemed the mage level?"

The pale-faced Karno pursed his lips tightly, clenched the broken gun in one hand, and stood silently by the side.

But also looking at the firelight rising from the big warehouse, Ian Clemens, who was expressionless, was undulating violently like a huge wave in his heart.

My own guesses about Anson Bach made mistakes one after another. At first, I only thought that there was a powerful spellcaster beside him, and soon found that the "spellcaster" was himself. The commander was a representative of a certain local force, and found that the other party was probably just a tool person who was pushed out.

Where did you go wrong, and what important information did you miss?

The old gods, the army, the Clovis royal family, the colony, the church, the Rune family... Is there any connection between these key words in Anson Bach that I haven't discovered... eh? !

The thoughtful Ian suddenly raised his head, looked behind him as if realizing something, and frowned.

Karno noticed his abnormality, and said slightly sideways, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered someone." Ian replied in a low voice without looking back, his small voice seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Who?"

"Talia... Talia August Rune."

Ian said solemnly.

"...Ansen Bach's fiancee?" Carneau thought thoughtfully:

"What's wrong with her?"

"No! I just..."

Ian's face froze suddenly, and then he seemed to suddenly realize some important information: "I asked a few soldiers of the Storm Division, and they all said that the Rune family is a famous Clovis wealthy family. When the commander's fiancée is very unexpected!"

Karno looked at him and didn't react immediately: "So..."

"So don't you think it's strange?!" Ian's eyes widened:

"Saint Isaac, he has never left Clovis City in his life, but he didn't even mention a word about this family in his notes!"

"This is the oldest wealthy family in the Clovis Kingdom, and its history is older than the entire kingdom. St. Isaac was the leader of the Qiuzhen Sect at that time, the actual archbishop of the entire kingdom, and even the king was his best friend. You don't know anything about this mysterious ancient wealthy family?!"

"Think about it again. The apostle he has mentioned many times has a deep relationship with him, but he didn't even say his name once. Is it possible..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The expressions of the three of them froze at the same time, their shrunken pupils instantly filled with panic, and a pair of eyes appeared in their trembling minds at the same time.

Scarlet eyes.

"Do not move!"

Holding firmly on the shoulders of the Wild Hunter knight who wanted to turn his gaze, Karno, whose face was full of fear, gritted his teeth, and said quietly in a trembling voice, "Don't even look!"

"will die!"

"It will really die!"

………………

The moment the flames dissipated, An Sen resolutely slid backwards to dodge, and at the same time launched the "Mist Pipe". The thick mist mixed with the scattered orange-red ashes filled the entire top floor of the large warehouse.

To deal with a monster whose magical reaction is comparable to that of a blasphemous mage, he didn't expect to be able to do it with a single [Rising Fire] - even if the opponent was just an ordinary person before.

Almost at the same time, several sharp blades penetrated the layers of fog and attacked him from three directions at the same time; the speed was so fast that Anson didn't even have time to activate the [Mist of the Undead].

"Pfft!"

The sharp tentacle stabbed into the center of Anson's chest, crushed his ribs with a sour sound, and burst out of his back.

Anson shuddered violently, his terrified eyes met Harold, whose head was sticking out of the fog, and his right hand trembled, trying to lift the Inquisitor's revolver to save himself.

Harrow, who had already lost consciousness, showed a smile that could only be used "pleasantly", and his fangs grinned to the bottom of his ears.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of idling came from the magazine of the revolver.

The dying Anson's eyes widened, as if it was only at this moment that he finally remembered that he had fired all the bullets, and his blood-stained pupils spread outward.

Looking at the terrified and desperate look on the familiar face, he... It is very excited now, very excited.

Harold was no longer satisfied with just killing, but wanted to be ravaged, completely shredded, completely destroyed, causing him to suffer and torment and die in despair under his own curse.

"go to hell--!!!!"

Harold roared, a hoarse reverberation reverberated in the mouth of the blood basin that spewed pus, as if it was the roar of thousands of beasts.

The next second, countless tentacles penetrated the smoke and rushed towards An Sen's body.

The second tentacle pierced the neck, and the tentacle that tore the throat twisted and broke the cervical spine.

"Go to hell!"

The third stick stabbed into the abdomen, and the barb-covered shot directly pulled out all the internal organs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and broke the spine at the same time.

"Go to hell!"

The fourth twisted his right arm, and the severed hand, which was clutching the handle of the gun, was separated from the limb and fell into the sea of ​​fire under the floor.

"go to hell--!!!!"

Countless tentacles followed one after another until Anson's body was torn to shreds; but the remaining consciousness prevented Harold from destroying Anson's head-he wanted to look at the desperate face of the other party, how he fell into the darkness.

The broken limbs were hung on the tentacles, crumbling.

Rotating his boiling eyeballs, Harold slowly raised his tentacles, suspending Anson Bach in midair, and then slowly released the tentacles.

He watched the completely broken limb fall into the sea of ​​fire, was completely swallowed up by the endless flames, and completely disappeared from his field of vision.

Almost at the same time, the originally angry eyes became confused again, like all intuitions, emotions, memories... With the death of Ansen Bach, it was far away from him again; the repressed egg of the Fallen God lost control again and began to erode Harold's consciousness.

Trapped in endless darkness, unable to wake up again.

But at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from below the burning warehouse!

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