I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the voice sounded, an indescribable sense of oppression erupted behind the two, like the air waves rolled up when a cannonball landed, and the entire ruins were once again engulfed by the unfathomable darkness.

The stunned An Sen has not yet figured out the situation, and the "ability" that opened in his mind immediately failed; not only that, but even the casting range no longer responded, and he was shrouded in darkness and lost his sense of distance.

In the next second, a biting chill came from behind, making him tremble all over, and his lucid consciousness began to become trance; as if there were a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that could pierce flesh and blood, peeping at his own memories and memories. soul!

The unparalleled sense of oppression, the insight that shatters all disguise, the fear without the ability to resist... reminded him of Professor Mace Hornard under Clovis Cathedral, and he removed the disguise and completely incarnated the version of the Blasphemy Mage. .

No, this is even more powerful than a professor, scary!

This... is this the Lord of the Abyss, or the Shadow Demon? No, it's not quite like the breath I felt before, and the voice just now sounded very familiar, just like...

"It's exactly the same with Phil Cressy."

That's right! Just with Phil Clay... eh? !

An Sen's eyes widened in astonishment, and his entire consciousness seemed to have stagnated in a trance; he could vaguely feel the cold, deep power wandering wantonly in his mind.

He subconsciously wanted to fight against this force, but some instinct kept warning him that if he did, he might pay an unimaginably painful price.

"And it's true that if I were you, I would never have done such a reckless act."

Phil Crecy's voice sounded again, and there was a little more joking and ridicule in his voice: "Unknown premise to be the enemy of the unknown existence... Oh, dear Anson Bach, you are not so reckless guy."

"To be honest, I've imagined a lot of reunions with you, but I never thought this would be the case... umm, we always have a hard time getting everything to go the way we want, right?"

"Just as you probably don't want to be the running dog of the Rune family, I also don't want my Faithless Knights to be killed by you and a group of traitors, and they have to rely on the alms of the New World Grave Keeper to survive."

"In fact, we can be friends at all, because in essence we are all a kind of person - weak and helpless, but with a heart that is unwilling to be ordinary; able to endure temporary humiliation, as long as it can be exchanged for a bright future."

"So...you should be able to imagine how much I regret this outcome."

The moment the voice fell, the icy darkness began to sweep through An Sen's consciousness, and the consciousness that had already fallen into a trance gradually began to solidify.

"...Anson...Anson..."

Thick tiredness swept in like a tide, gradually swallowing up the little remaining reason, and some familiar hallucinations even sounded in my ears, and the cold and sinking dreamland was like a gentle velvet pillow, quietly. wait for yourself to go...

"Anson-!!!!"

"what!"

The shouts that penetrated the eardrum made Ansen wake up instantly, the icy coldness rushed towards his face, and the thick black mist enveloped the surroundings, making him unable to determine exactly where he was now.

But that's okay...because the petite figure in the next second tore through the black fog with the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and descended from the sky like a savior.

"Everyone - all get down!"

The dazzling gun flames cut through the layers of obstacles, and the blood-soaked sheriff skillfully changed the ammunition, biting the lead at the corner of his mouth, and threw the smoking cluster grenade over his head with his backhand at the moment when the ammunition was finished.

"boom!!!!"

The fiery golden-red fireball illuminated the darkness, as well as horrific faces; countless cursed undead dissipated in the firelight, and mournful wailing swirled under the night sky.

The stunned Anson didn't have time to hide, and decisively stretched out his hand to catch the big sheriff who fell from the sky and almost landed his head first - at the cost of his head being hit hard by the hot barrel in the girl's hand.

An Sen, who was desperately trying not to scream, gritted his teeth, his expression twisted to the extreme, and looked fiercely at the girl who was still trying to break free from his arms: "Say, who asked you to come?!"

"No one, it's Lisa herself!"

The big sheriff cocked his waist proudly, and looked at the smoking (literally) wound on Anson's forehead with a little apologetics: "If Lisa hadn't arrived in time, Anson and you must have lost, Anson should thank Lisa for this. right!"

"you……?!"

"If you want to quarrel, you can quarrel later."

The young knight's deep voice sounded aside: "The most important thing now is how to deal with this lackey of the old gods."

"Oh, my dear cousin Louie, it hurts too much for you to say that."

Looking at Louis Bernard, who was holding the elf girl in his arms, Phil Crecy, who slowly walked out of the black mist, was so distressed that the tentacles growing from the top of his skull and ears shrunk a lot:

"Speaking of the old gods...you hold one in your arms, and the guy next to you is also, and so is the one in his arms - I know you want to express your disgust for my relative, but this kind of The statement is quite unfavorable to you now."

At this time, Phil Crecy has been "renewed": a torso composed of tentacles, a cranial crest that is twisted to a shapeless shape, six arms of different sizes holding sharp blades that seem to have life, and only the cheeks are still intact. Outline.

Of course, the premise is that you must ignore the dozen or so eyeballs that fill the entire face.

"On the contrary, being forced to be helpless and taking the initiative to degenerate...is the essential difference between you."

Gently laying the elf girl flat on the cleaned ground, the young knight said righteously, completely ignoring the rather unnatural expression of someone next to him: "To pursue strength by any means, even willingly abandoning his dignity... Fair Chrissy, that's who you are."

"Oh, you mean that I am the same as your beloved brother, the dead Kroger Bernard?" Fair sneered again:

"That would be my pleasure."

"boom--!"

The moment the voice fell, the deafening gunshots sounded synchronously.

Staring at the big scarlet eyes, the figure of the big sheriff has silently rushed to Cressy's eyes, and pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his arms; the hot lead bullets ran through his torso like a violent storm, tearing on it. Open a horrible blood hole.

But almost at the same time, the torn wound was repaired by the surrounding pus; huge flesh and blood tentacles broke out from the surrounding ruins, and attacked the girl from the left and right sides at the same time.

poof-poof-

Two translucent water vapors swept across Lisa's side at the same time. Lisa, who instinctively dodged, watched in surprise as the two thick and large tentacles that were bubbling with pus turned into pieces themselves.

"If you're trying to provoke me, this level of sarcasm isn't enough."

Slowly putting away the long knife that Anson threw, Louis said without changing his face: "Compared to the irony I've heard before, this is at most an entry-level level."

"Yes?!"

Phil Crecy smiled excitedly, and a tentacle covered with scabs burst out from the ruins beside him, helping him block Anson's [hunt], and it exploded into a **** fog:

"Maybe I really underestimate you a little bit. After all, we all have the blood of the sea knight flowing in our bodies, and there may be some kind of tacit understanding between each other."

"Like now...why don't you think I've ripped up a bunch of people who get in your way?"

He howled hoarsely, and the tentacles on his body suddenly burst out with huge pustules; with a sour sound, brand new flesh grew under the cracked surface, making his body a little bigger than before.

"Because you can't do it!"

Squinting his eyes slightly, the young knight easily dodged the tentacles attacking from his side; the silver-white sword light flashed, and the huge tentacles were torn apart again.

Talents with the power of the sea knight's blood will influence each other, and Louis can get his power from Fer, and vice versa.

He is now certain that the other party must be very aware of the weakness of his bloodline power, so he continues to provoke; as long as he is emotionally affected by his words, he who has lost bloodline power is definitely not a match for Fair Cressy.

No, it's definitely not just that.

Amidst the chaotic ruins, Anson's expression was extremely ugly-he finally figured out the reason why Phil Crecy suddenly appeared.

If it is to kill himself and Louis, there is no need for the tomb keeper to let a "defeated army general" who has lost in the hands of both of them at the same time. He doesn't even need to waste important tools, and he can crush himself with his own hands.

Looking at Phil Cresci's bizarre body shape and the indescribable sense of oppression that was terrifying at first, an answer gradually took shape in Anson's mind.

"Louis, run! It's a trap!"

"Of course I know it's a trap, but..."

"No but, we've got to get out of here - it won't be too late!"

"No, it's too late for you!"

Accompanied by a sly grin, Phil Crecy burst into a hysterical growl, the pustules on his body began to grow rapidly, and the eyeballs covered with cheeks turned white one by one, gradually turning into a thick scarlet.

The young knight froze in place, looking at An Sen, whose face was extremely ugly, with a bit of unease in his stunned expression.

Anson, who frowned, stared at Phil Cressy, who was about to turn into a pustule, and cold sweat called fear fell from his temples.

"What a pity, Anson Bach... If you could have reacted earlier, I might have to work harder to kill half of Moby Dick."

Phil Crecy sighed with emotion, but his face that was already indescribable showed emotions that humans could understand.

The name of that emotion is despair.

"No... It's really a pity that we could be friends, but we became enemies."

"Then, goodbye... enemy."

thump——

The moment the voice fell, Phil Cressy, who had completely turned into a pustule, exploded like a water balloon, bursting out countless flesh and blood.

Countless flesh and blood swept in like a wave. Without the slightest hesitation, An Sen resolutely pounced on Lisa, who was still stunned by the side.

But in the end, it was still a step too late. The unformed smoke was instantly washed away by the flesh and blood... Hundreds of tentacles poured out from the blood like a huge wave, rolling and rushing towards several people.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!"

Just as it was about to be engulfed, black metal pillars of five to six meters long stretched out without warning from the rubble of the ruins, and spread out in a row in front of several people, forming a wall that could block flesh and blood.

"Finally caught up!"

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

An incomparably rough voice suddenly sounded in the ruins - Drake, wielding two knives, with his upper body naked, appeared between the two of them like he suddenly appeared.

But what surprised him was not the Wild Hunt Knight himself, but the figure on his back.

Norula.

The pale Cthulhu girl was like a broken doll, clinging to Drake's back, with only a pair of scarlet blood pupils shining brightly.

The moment his eyes met, An Sen suddenly felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe, and the familiar experience came again.

The picture in front of him began to produce some kind of hallucination: Derek, who was carrying the evil **** **** his back, was shouting something, and seemed to be in a panic. Lisa, who was next to him, found that she started to stop moving, and shook her body in horror, using her His little hand slapped himself over and over again.

On the other side... Nolula slowly stood on the spot, using her gentle little hand to help herself up from the ground, her scarlet pupils were staring at her eyes all the time:

"Ansen Bach... at the most critical time... must go to... resting place..."

"At the most critical moment..."

"When...it's not too late...when..."

Staring at the blood pupil that seemed to absorb all of his consciousness, a feeling of tired drowsiness struck again, and the picture in front of him sank little by little, gradually sinking into darkness.

In the sinking, the world began to shake, but it was still like an abyss with no end in sight, only the calls that kept ringing in the ears.

"...Anson...Anson..."

The voice was very soft, it sounded similar to Lisa but it was definitely not, Anson was very sure of this, because Lisa would never use such a gentle tone.

"...Anson...wake up...we're almost there..."

Hmm~www.wuxiaspot.com~ coming soon?

Where are you going? hell?

An Sen wanted to laugh out loud... At this moment, he felt that he had found his body again, the feeling of the beating of his heart, and everything was slowly recovering.

However, when his vision was completely restored, the unfamiliar figure who was looking at him with a concerned face directly made him stunned:

"Who are you?"

"I?"

The other party was also stunned, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't know where to start: "You slept for a while, but ended up forgetting your colleagues and bosses?"

"I...that's me, the second tutor of Bright Star City, the person in charge of the Alchemy Room of Mutant Lifeforms..."

"August!"

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