I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment he pulled the trigger, Norton Crossell regretted it.

The task given to him by Anson Bach was to "monitor and track" Carl Bain's whereabouts, and he was instructed to never reveal the action-unless the chief of staff suddenly became deaf, he must not be heard and only two floors away from him. of gunshots.

But across the street, Norton couldn't just watch the attacker who was obviously ready to strike indifferent. For an officer, he obviously trusted his marksmanship more than the flying knife.

The screeching buckshot pierced through the night, but the flames of the gunfire were the first to warn the attackers; then the tiles of the church eaves were ground to powder, and the attackers, dressed in dark coats and covering their faces with stand-up collars and peaked caps, took it easy. He jumped off the roof and merged into the dark alley.

Without the slightest hesitation, the lieutenant colonel of the army jumped up decisively, the gray coat spread like wings in the cold wind, revealing the red and black straight military uniform, which smashed to the ground like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

The thick military boots blasted the calm sinkhole, and Norton, who was wrapped in the gray petals of the sky, opened his body with all his strength and sprinted towards the dark long alley.

Although it was not clear what the other party's identity was for, Norton was not going to give up at all in the face of the only result he had tracked for two days.

After running into the corner, the afterimage of the attacker finally came into view of the lieutenant colonel.

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to think too much. He gritted his teeth and chased after him, following the flashing afterimage in a straight line point-to-point.

The two ran desperately in the narrow and complicated long alley, and the distance between each other began to shorten at a speed visible to the naked eye; the lieutenant colonel could gradually see each other's back completely.

He was a very skinny young man with a half ponytail exposed behind the peaked cap. At first glance, he might not even be in his twenties. He was very fast and his reactions were flexible, but his stumbled appearance obviously didn't understand his surroundings, he just wanted to borrow the terrain. And night cast off yourself.

Although the 3rd Infantry Regiment has only been responsible for patrolling and policing Beluga Harbor for a short period of time, as a mid-level officer, it is a basic skill to have a deep understanding of the area in charge-especially after having previous experience in the riots in the square.

The teenager did not dare to rush out of the narrow alley, because the outside was an extremely open street, and there could be no pedestrians on the Beluga Harbor Street in the middle of the winter night; the previous gunshots were the best warning. A moving target that fires at will.

Sharp changes in direction, long jumps on the wall, accelerated run-ups, high-altitude back flips... Like a juggling figure, the teenager barely maintained the speed advantage, but Norton, who was silent, always maintained a distance that could not be thrown away; military boots were in puddles and walls. Beating a deliberate rhythm in between, following the heartbeat like a jam.

With his familiarity with the terrain, the Army's mid-caliber corrections took the time to shorten the distance between the two sides.

And finally cracked the secret of why the attacker has no sound - at the moment when the footsteps and body are about to touch the ground or obstacles, a faint gray light and shadow will light up or ... smoke that reflects the surrounding light.

The opponent can turn a part of his body into smoke on the premise of suppressing the magical aura to the point where it cannot be detected, without affecting his normal actions.

The other party is an inexperienced, but extremely talented conjurer!

At the moment when the thought flashed through his mind, the young man on the opposite side suddenly changed direction, rushed into the alley next door, and left a faint shadow of smoke on the spot; the next second, the smoke with the silhouette of a human turned around. ', pounced on Lieutenant Colonel.

"boom!"

This time Norton pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the roaring buckshot shattered the smoke and exploded a fleeting fire around a cylinder stuck to the center of the wall.

Wait, stick to the wall, the cylinder, the firelight...

not good!

The wide-eyed Norton jumped against the wall decisively - it was meaningless to lie down at this distance, and he had to hide outside the alley and rely on the wall as a bunker to escape.

The idea is correct, if he made the decision the first time he saw the smoke...

"boom--!"

The golden-red fire lit up in the narrow alley, and the Lieutenant Colonel, who was covered in smoke, looked like a burning rag doll, was knocked out by the blast, and tumbled and smashed into the next alley.

It happened to be the direction in which the panicked teenager fled.

Norton raised his head in embarrassment, just looking at the attacker who stopped suddenly.

The wide-eyed boy was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to run wildly, and at the same time threw more cylindrical homemade bombs behind him, which were wrapped in gray smoke and attacked Norton.

"stop!"

The Lieutenant Colonel, who shouted loudly, dropped his torn coat, got up and threw himself at the bomb that was already close at hand.

Snapped--

Raising his hand to grab the first bomb, Norton, who pursed his lips tightly, slammed it to the ground, dragged the "thorn" smoking spark forward and shoveled forward, and at the same time grabbed the second bomb with his left hand by inertia. .

Just as he was trying to catch the third one, the smoke wrapped in the bomb seemed to sense something, forcibly deviated from the direction, and flew behind the lieutenant colonel.

"Boom-boom-boom-!!!"

Three explosions sounded, but there was only one fire in the dark long alley.

The panting boy stopped at the entrance of the alley, turned his back to the street and looked behind him; thick smoke filled the entire long alley, and there was only the sound of burning in the dead silence, and the military boots that beat the heart were no longer heard. .

"Hu...hu..." The boy breathed calmly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

But just as he turned to leave, the lieutenant colonel walking out of the smoke made him stunned again.

The unscathed Norton revolved skillfully while stepping forward deliberately lightly; a faint translucent barrier separated him from the surrounding thick smoke.

He, he is a gifted person, a wind knight!

The shocked boy shouted in his heart.

A repulsive force field is generated within a radius of five meters around the body, which can be controlled at will, which can not only serve as a barrier protection, but also instantly crush the enemy into powder.

Norton Crosell called the power of his bloodline a "dust-free place"...because if he exerted his full power, there would be no dust left within ten meters of his body.

It's a pity that I wasn't prepared enough, otherwise, none of the bombs just now would explode; this time, at least two walls were blown down, and I'm afraid that the regiment would have to pay public funds to compensate.

click-

With the magazine loaded and the hammer ready, the expressionless lieutenant colonel aimed the gun at the attacker's right leg.

He has already seen through the flaws of the young man, there is a delay between each "partial smoke", and if he dares to turn into smoke... the scattered dust can't escape the bullet.

The shocked attacker froze for a few seconds, looked at the muzzle that had been raised, and rushed towards the empty street without much hesitation.

Of course he knew how dangerous it was, but even if he became a living target, he was not ready to give up his last chance!

The lieutenant colonel quickened his pace, pressing his right index finger to the trigger, raising his gun to aim.

at this time……

"Norton?"

"boom!"

The sudden shouting disrupted the lieutenant colonel's rhythm, and the lead bullets splashed water on the muddy street, brushing past the boy who was on the run.

Norton raised his head in astonishment and looked at the figure who seemed to appear at the entrance of the alley in the blink of an eye: "Alexei, why are you here?"

"Why am I here... I should ask you about this!"

The suspected second infantry commander put his hands in his pockets, and quickly stepped forward in annoyance: "You are not patrolling the port, what are you doing in Beicheng alone - do you know how hard it was for me to find you?!"

"It's cold, it's still night! I'm full and I have nothing to do to go shopping in the city. It's fun to clean up drunkards and pickpockets, isn't it?"

The corner of Norton's mouth twitched when he was asked, his eyes swept to the attacker who was about to disappear at the end of the street, and he turned his head and grabbed Alexei's shoulder:

"I'll explain this later, let's take care of the present, that child he..."

"He can't run!"

Alexey snorted coldly, grabbed Norton's revolver with his right hand, and pulled the trigger without even looking.

"boom!"

The roar of the revolver echoed over the empty streets, gradually spreading into the distance.

Then, nothing happened.

Norton blinked and turned to look at Alexei who was playing with guns:

"Missed?"

"You wait."

The impatient Alexei looked at the direction in which the attackers fled without looking back, and counted down deliberately loudly: "Five, four, three, two..."

call--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Along with the childish screams, a golden-red fire lit up in the middle of the empty street, lighting up the dark night.

The teenager wrapped in the flames tried to continue to escape, but soon stumbled to the ground, struggling desperately to put out the fire on his body, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail, and he collapsed in the middle of the empty street.

"I touched him before he ran away."

The proud Alexei pressed the revolver on Norton's chest, and deliberately raised his chin without showing off: "When the gun sounds, he will be nervous, when he is nervous, his heartbeat will speed up, and the rest is fine. Threshold, just let him… ignite before he finds out that he is being tricked."

"No matter how you can resist, you can't escape if you burn half to death."

Burned to death... Norton rolled his eyes silently:

"I seem to remind you, that's still a child, right?"

"Really?" Alexey shrugged:

"I thought you meant that he was a kid with a small target, just aim and shoot—and who was trying to break that kid's leg just now?"

"..."

Norton suddenly didn't want to talk to this guy any longer, and silently put away his gun.

But Alexei is not ready to stop complaining: "I just finished my patrol, and I'm looking for you to change shifts so I can take a rest and have a drink by the way; as a result, your adjutant told me that he hadn't seen you for almost a day!"

"I thought you might be in the council, and you were temporarily assigned a new mission, so you rushed over to the city center, and then bumped into the chief of staff who was about to lose his soul halfway, saying that there was something wrong with the church, and temporarily brought me here to search; Guess what, it's been a while of useless work!"

"I thought the blockade could be lifted, but I happened to bump into you halfway... Oh, to be precise, it was the explosion, otherwise I might just let them call it quits."

"them?"

Norton interrupted his endless complaints: "You sent troops to block the streets?"

"Yeah, one company!" Alexey twitched the corners of his mouth:

"By the way, who are you chasing, and why are you the only one, so mysterious?"

"I……"

Norton hesitated, following Carl Bain was a direct order from Anson Bach, but if he didn't answer like this, he didn't seem to be able to explain why he was here, and he was chasing a suspiciously-moving boy.

Alexey looked at Norton, whose eyes were flickering, and his curious expression gradually became suspicious.

Just as the two were talking, the fire in the distance had quietly extinguished.

The burnt boy gritted his teeth, supported his body with his trembling limbs, and stood up little by little.

During this process, he kept his head held high, locked the two figures in the distance with his scarlet pupils, endured the pain so as not to make any noise, and moved cautiously towards the side of the street; in order not to be noticed With the magical breath, he didn't even "smoky" his feet, desperately urging his scarred body.

hurry up... be careful... just a little... just a little... soon...

"Boom!"

The sudden sound made the two silent people look back at the same time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and look towards the direction where the fire went out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The young man watched in horror as the soil under his feet continued to explode. One after another, pitch-black spears protruded from the ground and stabbed at his body from different angles, but each time it was just a little bit worse.

In the blink of an eye, several spears have formed a "steel cage", elbows, knees, ankles, wrists, necks, waists... The whole body was forced to open completely, like a strangely shaped execution frame, which stuck the teenager in place. .

The black spear that pierced the soil... The boy suddenly thought of something and raised his head angrily.

"Boom!"

But he was still a step too late... A long spear without a gun head stretched out from behind him, knocking the boy unconscious with just enough force, and shoved back the roar that was about to burst out of his mouth.

This... Norton looked up in astonishment, a tall figure wearing a half-top hat and a dark trench coat appeared on the roof of the street, with golden long hair scattered behind him with the waving gun shadow.

Noticing the gaze from here, the figure slowly turned around, held the brim of his hat to greet the two of them silently, and then turned to leave.

"Who is that?"

Alexey couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, but I always feel very familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere - maybe an incognito, a talented person who doesn't want to be disturbed?" Norton guessed randomly, and then rolled his eyes at Alexei:

"Also, didn't you say that he definitely couldn't escape?"

"How do I know that this guy can be so tolerant, the burns all over his body are no joke, you don't know how painful it is!"

Alexey snorted coldly, not forgetting to wave to the figure who was jumping from the roof in the distance:

"Thank you for your help, the Storm Legion will not forget, ma'am!"

Pfft!

The moment the voice fell, there was the sound of someone slashing their feet from the alley.