I Will Be The Crowned King

With the shot that accurately hit Harold's head, a huge roar exploded on the ceiling of the warehouse again.

The dazzling fire light once again illuminated the dark night, blowing up Harold, who was bound by layers of "smoke chains"; It was almost shattered and barely fixed by chains, and the tentacles all over his body melted directly, causing a "meat rain" to fall on the top floor of the large warehouse.

Even so, Harold was still alive.

"Ah ah ah ah ah…!!"

Strangled by chains, Harold, who was almost dismembered, let out an almost heart-piercing scream; if he was just an ordinary person, he would have died thousands of times by this time, but the out-of-control egg of the Fallen God gave him almost " The power of immortality - obviously his head was gone, his heart was blown up, his muscles almost melted... He could still feel the pain.

Snapped!

Standing directly below the top floor, An Sen raised his left hand and snapped his fingers at the already **** figure.

The next second, the chains that bound him tightly began to pull outward; almost at the same time, Lisa, who had finished reloading, pulled the trigger again.

"boom-!"

The inverted cone-shaped barrage spewed out of the gun flames, hitting Harold's chest like a battering ram; the body bound by the "smoke chain" was unavoidable, and the ribs were shattering with a sour sound. It sank down, and the broken bones pierced the scorched and smelly flesh and protruded from both sides.

With the tacit cooperation of the two forces, Harold flew out like a cannonball—the same free fall as Anson a few minutes ago, and fell into the burning warehouse.

"Pfft!"

With a heavy muffled sound of the landing, the twisted figure under the thick wrap was engulfed by the firelight and ignited; the stench of scorched flesh came from the billowing black smoke, and it was even mixed with the "fragrance" of oil.

With the help of supernatural powers, Anson's mind reflected that Harold, who was torn apart in the sea of ​​fire, was melted little by little, directly; the scattered internal organs and limbs were completely carbonized; the gushing pus and the little remaining blood plasma were directly evaporated, only in the A large black mark was left on the floor, the bones were shattered one by one, and the roasted flesh and blood stuck to the ground.

The heart-piercing scream finally faded away in the billowing smoke, and finally returned to calm.

Amid the billowing smoke, An Sen, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, first lifted the [Yan Yujia], and the pain in his temples immediately eased a lot, at least not so much that he wanted to pass out.

As an advanced branch of [Mist of the Undead], the effect of [Smoke Entertainment Home] is very powerful, and it truly reaches the level of "distorting reality"; but the corresponding burden on the body, especially the spirit, has also begun to become heavier, no longer like other previous ones. Magic can be used at any time as long as you prepare in advance.

For black mages or blood magic casters, this level of burden is not a big deal; but as the only conjurer who chooses to change the "outside" instead of himself among the three major magic, no matter the degree of improvement of physical or mental power far inferior to the former.

To solve this last flaw, it seems that the only option is to advance to become a "blasphemer mage" as soon as possible; when you are desperately "writing questions", the memory of other curse mage can also prove this point of view, weighing the three magics with each other The pros and cons are the pros and cons. The advanced is the most critical to the caster of the magic department, and its importance far exceeds the other two.

Just as Anson was recovering and extending his "power" down with the casting range, a dexterous figure jumped down from above his head, so fast that he could only capture her afterimage.

"Anson!"

Lisa, who threw away the shotgun, shouted and jumped directly into his arms with joy, her dirty face was full of innocent smiles, and she desperately used her arms and calves to hang herself on him.

Patting the girl's little head, Anson sighed softly, temporarily forgetting about a troublesome guy and the indigenous pagans.

Just like every time something happened, Lisa in her arms completely lost her "big sheriff" appearance at this time, and she was extremely embarrassed from top to bottom - the somewhat old sheriff's hat was missing, messy. There was a lot of hair stuck to the cheeks and neck, only one boot was left, and the trench coat had a hole in the back, completely exposing the girl's back to the air.

Of course, he wasn't much better himself. The coat and trench coat were burnt to ashes. From head to toe, only the trousers and the "broken-sleeved shirt" were left intact. The rest were all reimbursed when they fell into the sea of ​​fire.

"Anson!"

"Lisa?"

"Anson-Lisa alone defeated all the criminals in the warehouse!"

"Really?"

"Is Lisa amazing?!"

"Um... It's amazing, very powerful."

"Should Anson reward Lisa?!"

"Of course it should! But before that, there is a small problem. Anson must ask the great Sheriff Lisa for advice."

"Um?"

"It's a great sheriff. Why didn't she tell Anson the news and the situation before she acted without authorization? She had to be alone, and finally caused a fire that spread to half of Beluga Harbor?"

"…"

The girl's dirty little face slowly lifted up, her bright eyes full of grievances.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Patting Lisa's little head, Anson teased.

"I know... I know..."

The girl nodded hesitantly, her proud little face immediately turned into a look of fear.

"Do you dare next time?"

"Next time... next time... next time again... never again..."

"Well! And next time?"

"No, no... there is no next time! This... this time... this time... just..."

The flustered girl suddenly started stammering, her big, overwhelmed eyes were getting redder and redder in a blink of an eye, and she was about to cry in a hurry.

"Pfft!" Anson burst out laughing, and took the aggrieved little head into his arms.

"Okay, okay, how could Anson blame Lisa?" While laughing, Anson said comfortably:

"Anson is just worried about Lisa - and Carl, and Ellen, and of course your dear sister Talia... Everyone is worried about you."

"A good girl won't let everyone worry about her, right?"

Lisa raised her head, blinked her crystal clear eyes, and asked carefully:

"Then... can the good girl eat a piece of cake tomorrow as a reward for eradicating criminals?"

"Uh, this..."

Just when Anson had a headache and how to explain to the "good girl" that it was impossible to get cakes in the icy ghostly place of Beluga Harbor - mainly because she couldn't get good cream and sugar - can it be replaced with something else, a sea of ​​fire was under her feet. The Big Warehouse has mutated!

There was a sudden flash of golden-red fire, and thousands of flaming tentacles slowly rose from the flames; while they were constantly being melted, they were still growing wildly and wildly, spreading rapidly around like weeds.

Anson's face froze, Harold... He's not dead yet!

But in the next second, he quickly regained his composure, realizing that it was no longer Harold, but the egg of the Fallen God that was completely out of control—because it failed to breed and hatch normally, the power in it began to leak out uncontrollably.

The evolution of the three major magics is essentially against the law of the world, which will become especially obvious after becoming a "blasphemer mage"; therefore, even if the out-of-control power has no consciousness that can be attached, it will still fight against the law , causing extensive damage...it's their instinct.

"Anson, what should I do?"

The girl immediately became nervous, and while speaking, her pupils had turned scarlet again; even if the August blood in her body was not fully awakened, she would still be instinctively alert to similar powers.

Without waiting for an answer, she has decisively pulled out the shotgun from her arms, aiming the dark muzzle at the sea of ​​​​fire directly below; as soon as Anson let go, the girl would rush to it without hesitation.

But the person beside her raised her hand to stop her and took the shotgun away from her; the stunned girl turned her head with confusion on her face.

"Don't worry, I have a way to solve it completely." Anson said confidently.

As a person who is "prudent first", how could he risk facing a "blasphemous mage" level out of control spellcaster without sufficient back-up and a perfect enough preparation plan?

"This is…"

Seeing what Anson took out from his arms, Lisa's curious eyes widened.

It was an oddly shaped pistol, unlike anything Lisa had seen before; it had a revolver-like shape but no revolving magazine, and the barrel was as thick as a miniature shotgun.

But soon the girl was surprised to find that it was not the "barrel" at all, but the magazine itself - the body of the gun and the ammunition were actually one body.

"This is what I got from Colonel William Cecil. It is a weapon exclusively issued by the Royal Navy." Anson handed it to Lisa with a doting look on his face:

"I don't know why the army is not equipped with this, it's obviously a very practical communication whether on land or sea..."

"So you can use it to defeat the bad guy below?!"

The surprised girl interrupted Anson's words and asked impatiently.

"Uh... it should be." Anson could only nod his head:

"As long as you confirm that there are no obstacles around you blocking your vision, and shoot a shot at the sky, you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lisa immediately raised her gun to the sky and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The crisp gun flame exploded at the muzzle, shooting a purple-red light beam toward the broken ceiling, rushing straight towards the starry sky.

When it reaches high altitude, the beam bursts instantly, turning into a beautiful and dreamy flower, which is unparalleled and eye-catching in the dark night.

"Wow wow wow wow wow..."

Lisa, who saw fireworks for the first time in her life, opened her mouth wide. The grand scene was reflected in her pupils, and she was completely attracted by the scene in front of her.

So much so that she didn't even notice that Anson's body beside her was shocked, and she quickly turned from consternation to panic.

…………

Port Beluga Harbor, battleship Crown.

"The signal has been found, the coordinates of the location of the warehouse in the North Square, confirm it is correct!"

On the broadside deck, the first mate with a monocular in his hand looked at the purple fireworks rising in the night sky in the distance, turned his head to Colonel William Cecil behind him and said solemnly: "It was the order of Colonel Anson Bach. "

With his hands behind his back, the young admiral of the naval fleet nodded slightly: "Are the gun positions ready?"

"It's all ready!"

"Have the coordinates been revised, do you need to adjust them?"

"unnecessary!"

"Very good." William raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"Get all the artillery ready, load solid bullets, and aim at the North Plaza warehouse—fire in ten minutes!"

"Yes!"

The first officer replied in a deep voice, but did not immediately set off to issue an order.

"What's up?"

William Cecil was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing a bit of inquiring color—although he was nominally the admiral of the fleet, he knew very well that his first mate was far more experienced than himself; Subordinates, at most, they can command a cruiser or even a frigate.

"It's nothing, just a little... worried." The first officer's expression was very hesitant, and he hesitated:

"Although nominally it is only obeying the command of the garrison army commander, but no matter what, this is also the Royal Navy bombarding the kingdom's territory; if the news spreads, it will be quite detrimental to your reputation in the future."

This is indeed a fairly realistic question, and the young admiral frowned slightly.

Although I have a good relationship with Anson Bach, if the final incident involves the Royal Army and Navy, which are already contradictory, it is difficult to say how much pressure the other party can bear for him—not to mention that this is not his own business in the first place.

"But the problem is that we have already promised him, it's not convenient to go back on what we agreed on?" William wondered.

"I am not advising you to breach the contract, but reminding you of the possible consequences of doing so." The chief mate explained:

"You must remember the riot in the 95th year of the Saint Calendar. In recent years, the royal family has been very vigilant about the Royal Navy, especially this behavior that obviously touches the cordon. If someone investigates, it is difficult to say who Anson Bach was. The Colonel can really help you."

"So what should we do - change the firing naval guns to small-caliber ones, a little more interesting?"

"No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I suggest that the entire ship, including the 68-pounder Kalon guns, fire, replace the shells with blasting shells, and fire a salvo at the large warehouse."

"Um?!"

William's face was startled: "Wouldn't that make things worse?!"

"Exactly." The first officer nodded and whispered in a low voice:

"And only by making things bigger, the commander won't be so easy to put the blame on you - no one will believe that a promising naval officer like you will make a big deal without getting an order. In the middle of the night, I have to board the ship and shoot a few rounds of salvos at the port."

"What's more, it was his own request to have the Crown provide naval gun support, and he didn't mention how many artillery pieces and what kind of shells were used... No?"

Looking at the meaningful expression of the first mate, the young admiral hesitated for a while and said:

"How many bombs do we have left?"

"Almost a base." The first officer said without hesitation, "Enough for Beluga Harbour to enjoy the 'fireworks' all night."

Hearing these words, William Cecil silently nodded and sighed:

"Then surprise my good friend Anson Bach and let him have an unforgettable night."

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