I Will Be The Crowned King

To the north of Yangfan City, there is a suburban forest.

early morning.

Through the dim sky, Louis Bernard raised the monocular in his hand and looked at the invisible jungle in the distance.

"Finally it's almost here..."

The young knight muttering to himself revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes, although his face was tired, he still couldn't hide the joy in the corners of his eyes.

He turned his head to look at his companion behind him, and there was a hint of doubt in his happy expression: "Lord Norton, are you sure you are going in this direction, right?"

"Absolutely not." Norton Crosell, who was also not much stronger than Louis, tried his best to open his eyelids that had turned black, and said in a very sure tone:

"Although I have already said it, please allow me to repeat it again - with military rank and life as proof, I assure you that Commander Anson Bach left Sail City and went to the direction we are going now!"

"Sorry! I didn't doubt your intention, just..."

"I understand, Sir Louis Bernard, I understand that you need not explain anything to me."

"...Okay, thank you very much."

Looking at Norton Crossell with a resolute face, the young knight was still a little skeptical, but he couldn't say anything more.

Louis was somewhat curious about the commander of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the Storm Division who offered to go with him to "find the whereabouts of the commander-in-chief"; after all, even those most trusted associates of Anson did not know his whereabouts. The lieutenant colonel was able to come up with an accurate piece of information.

Not only that, he was able to gather dozens of mercenaries willing to go with him at the fastest speed without mobilizing the army, and they were all excellent hunters who were proficient in survival in the wild.

Excessive initiative, as well as unhurried action preparations - even many situations that he hadn't even considered, were properly handled by him; in the end, he only needed to inform him when to leave, and everything else was taken care of by him. The lieutenant colonel is ready.

Could this be the "preparatory plan" prepared by Anson?

Louie was at a loss, he couldn't imagine why Anson suddenly disappeared from the world - and disappeared with Freya.

Compared with the doubtful young knight, the expressionless Norton Crosell seemed more like the leader of the team; considering that he prepared everything from the action route to the staffing, in a sense, this was actually That's right.

But after all, Louis Bernard was the initiator of this action, and the other party was the Governor of Sail City and the heir to the Duchy of Adelaide, so a certain amount of respect was also necessary.

So after a short thought, Norton put forward a proposal for the best of both worlds: "How about I take a few people to continue along this road, and you lead a large force to advance from the other side: so that if someone gets lost, they can still talk to the commander-in-chief. Convergence."

His idea was simple: the target was already close at hand, and even if he lost his way, he wouldn't be able to go far. Dividing troops might improve the efficiency a little bit, and it would make it appear that Louis was the leader of the team.

But at the moment when the voice fell, the young knight's face suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment:

"Uh...Thank you for your kindness, but I think there may be no need to divide the troops."

"Oh, why is that?"

There was a bit of doubt on Norton's face, and he looked into the distance in the direction that Louis pointed: under the faint sunlight, the golden red fire was wrapped in billowing black smoke, and shot straight into the sky from the towering ancient trees.

Bright colors and unparalleled height, like a very eye-catching signal flag!

Perhaps it was because he felt that this was not enough attention, and there were continuous explosions in the distance, so that the expressions of the two battle-hardened people were so stunned that they thought there was something wrong with their ears, and they heard it in this virgin forest. The movement of the six-pounder.

"We...seem to be late."

Looking at the dumbfounded expression of Norton, who had always been calm, the young knight sighed and raised the telescope in his hand behind him:

"Everyone - speed up!"

……………………

"boom!"

The monster made of broken limbs and flesh let out a violent roar, and countless tentacles spewed out of the throat that was constantly overflowing with pus, attacking Lisa.

The girl with the rifle seemed to be frightened, still charging forward with the bayonet regardless, without the slightest fear in her eyes.

Just as it was about to be bound by the tentacles, the huge monster suddenly stagnated; the broken limbs and flesh all over the body suddenly began to ooze pus, swelled, rotten and festered, and quickly turned from "healthy" dark red to liver purple.

In the thick fog, a plume of ash smoke turned into a "smoke arrow", tearing open the pus-filled flesh and blood of the cyst, and taking the opportunity to get out.

Before the flesh-and-blood monster took shape, An Sen used [Smoke Entertainment Home] to stuff the nearly five-gram blasphemous mist (only three hundred grams in total) into its body before it evaporated.

Originally, this was actually a "surprise" for Phil Crecy, but he escaped too decisively and was out of Anson's casting range; in order not to poison himself, he had to use it on this monster.

The thick fog dissipated, and the flesh-and-blood monster that couldn’t even scream had melted into pus, and was smothered in stench in the mud. The “disappeared” Phil Crecy reappeared in Anson and Lisa’s room. within sight.

The missing left arm and left leg were replaced by ugly sarcomas, and the half face that was smashed was still overflowing with pus, and there were even traces of festering. The left eye was only left with a dark eye socket. The complexion also became an unhealthy liver purple.

Obviously, even though he didn't get hit directly, the "mist of blasphemy" swallowed by the flesh-and-blood monster still left a lot of influence on him.

But Anson is also about to die... In addition to the power of blood, the consumption of continuous use of [Smoke Yujia] and the injury caused by Mrs. Camille make it difficult for him to stay awake now - otherwise, there is no need to use fake ones just now. "Jewel Box" scares Phil.

Anson bit his pipe weakly, put his hands in his pockets, and deliberately pretended to be light; Lisa, who was beside him, was holding a steam gun with a bayonet, and vigilantly observed each other's every move.

"Looks like you're not going to let me go, do you?"

Looking at the angry girl and Anson's revolver hidden in his pocket, Phil's swollen face showed an ugly smile, and only a trace of regret flashed in his right eye: "It's a pity, we could have had many opportunities for cooperation. ."

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in dishonest collaborators." Anson shrugged, his eyes constantly changing the casting range, extending enough to cover Phil Crecy:

"To be honest, even Ian Clemens is a good ally compared to you."

"The leader of the Untrusted Knights?" Fehr's pupils shrank:

"He is indeed a good person - before I officially took over the position of Cressy's family head, he was always managing the family property of the Faithless Knights and the New World on his behalf, and he did not resist handing over power after that, and was always loyal, hard working."

"Oh?"

An Sen raised his eyebrows, and while straightening his hat, his right hand hidden in his pocket knocked on the revolver: "You never doubted that he pretended this on purpose?"

"Never." Phil Crecy shrugged his right shoulder, the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"If you want to sow discord, please save yourself - the loyalty of the Knights of Untrustworthiness to the Crecy family is beyond your imagination, and it is not so easy to be destroyed."

"I just want to confirm, after all, it's hard to imagine that someone like him would be so loyal to you." Anson still said indifferently: "Has he told you about Black Reef Harbor?"

"What's going on at Black Reef Harbor?"

"Ah... so he didn't say it."

An Sen snorted, and naturally let out a breath of smoke: "It's nothing, maybe he didn't mention it because he didn't think it was important - of course, it wasn't an important thing in the first place."

"You're not one to be easily discouraged, Commander Anson Bach." Phil Crecy smiled helplessly.

"Each each other."

An Sen raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile: "I also thought you were a credible person, but there is still a gap between reality and imagination."

In the deadly silent darkness, the two chatted happily, as if they were not prepared for each other in the slightest.

That is impossible.

Just as he spit out the last puff of smoke, An Sen suddenly pulled out the "dagger" revolver hidden in his pocket, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, milky white water vapor hit the face; Fair Cressy's mutilated figure showed that in addition to being swift and agile, it also escaped Anson's spellcasting range again.

At the moment when it was about to be divided into two, Lisa decisively cut off the fire, and the water vapor that was hit exploded into a faint mist, blocking the vision on both sides.

But there was no trace of hidden gladness on Feil's face, but a look of horror - he only heard Lisa, but not Anson Bach's gunshot.

again? !

Just when he was surprised, a dazzling golden red pierced the mist and hit his chest.

Spell magic, [hunting].

"boom!"

The golden-red fire pierced straight through the heart, and the entire body began to burn, and the "mist of blasphemy" that had been suppressed immediately erupted, engulfing the entire body.

The expressionless Anson looked at the fragments in the distance, turning into pieces of corpses in the firelight. The left hand hidden in the pocket still maintained the "pistol" action, and the pocket supported by the index finger burned a small piece of charred black. the hole.

Although he used a revolver from beginning to end, in fact, the biggest feature of this spell is that it can be cast quickly through gestures, and it can also activate [Rising Fire] to strengthen its power.

The "Fair Cressy", which was burnt to pieces and almost turned into coke, was scattered on the ground, and the remaining half of his head smiled with flesh and blood, revealing Mrs. Camille's withered face.

"Anson, that bastard... is he dead?"

Lisa turned her head angrily, her expression both nervous and scared, wondering if she should continue fighting.

"Uh...not sure, but probably ran away."

An Sen, who was smoking a pipe, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and there was a bit of helplessness in his weak expression.

Such an enemy whose vitality is so tenacious that it is almost impossible to kill and extremely difficult to entangle itself is too restrained-even if it is difficult to catch the opponent's loophole, as long as it cannot be killed in one hit, it will still be run away.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or alive now; he has also planted a "mist of blasphemy" in his body, and even if he can retain some of the power he got from Norula, there should be very little left, not enough to rely on Qualitative change causes quantitative change.

Moreover, he is now completely hostile to himself, and he absolutely does not dare to escape back to Yangfan City, or even to the south. The remnants of the world's Faithless Knights.

In the end, Anson felt that he needed someone to explain to him what this bizarre "Baker's collar tour" was all about.

Gently rubbing his scorched fingertips, Anson turned to look behind him; in the dark forest, two very familiar figures were coming towards him and Lisa.

"Good morning, dear Anson."

With an elegant smile, Talia in a red dress walked slowly to the two of them, as if it was a chance encounter while strolling in the garden, and greeted happily: "You still look so energetic, it's great already."

"Really?" Anson's face showed a smile that was uglier than crying, as if he had really recovered from the state of being about to faint.

He glanced at another figure behind Talia, and the elf girl walking with her seemed to be very absent-minded, with a gloomy expression that almost wrote "I have something to do" on her face.

"Of course it's true, absolutely true." Talia still smiled:

"If it was Anson from a few months ago, he would probably have fallen to the ground now, unconscious."

This simple and rude way of "complimenting" made Anson's mouth twitch. He couldn't say a word. He could only change the subject: "Can you tell me by the way, how did you two appear in this place?"

"I think you should answer this question!"

There was a very familiar ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ voice full of energy in the forest.

The alert elf girl was the first to react, suddenly looking up at the direction where the footsteps and the voice came from; following her line of sight, Anson and Lisa also looked up.

Along with the messy pace, dozens of figures soon surrounded the gate of the entire ruined village; the young knight walking at the front appeared in front of everyone accompanied by Norton Crosell, with an extremely ugly expression.

He looked at the embarrassed Anson and Lisa who was holding his thighs, then at the elf girl with complicated expressions and the gentle Talia, and finally turned to the messy village.

"I need an explanation." The exhausted Louis Bernard gritted his teeth: "Tell me why you disappeared, why did you appear here after you disappeared, and what happened here - I need to know all the answers."

"And now!"