I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom-!"

A loud noise like thunder exploded in the tent, but the two of them didn't notice it at all... Lisa, who tilted her head, was still looking at Anson's dazed face, hoping that the other party would be happy when he realized that he had "grown up". Praise for "good girl".

What screamed was the lead bullet swiping through the cigarette butt, and the burnt ash fell on the skin on the side of the index finger. The slight burning and stinging sensation penetrated the nerves and sent it to the brain. An Sen, who was stopped thinking, seemed to suddenly wake up, strong. His sense of distance instinctually activated, causing the rapidly shrinking and dilated pupils to instantly capture the strangeness in the tent.

Time, at this moment, the deceleration key was pressed.

Exploding sparks and ashes, the slightly deformed lead bullets spun toward his throat, and the short distance, flesh and blood, unless it was the level of Louis Bernard that was strengthened to the sky, he couldn't do an effective evasion at all. , you can only complete the simplest body movements at most at your own level.

Anson, who calmed down, thought very fast, and a simple enough hedging plan gradually took shape.

The first step is to confirm the location and number of the attackers... With a light snap of his fingers, the activated "power" instantly covered the entire area within a 50-meter radius of Anson himself.

Two on the left and four on the right, six figures hiding outside and around the camp came to his mind; they were dressed in similar heights, wearing a knightly style, with a gorgeous trench coat, intricately carved breastplate, leather trousers and boots, A slightly pompous lanky top hat with a visor resembling a gas mask, some sort of brass-looking mechanical device on the shoulders, elbows, and knee joints...unknown function.

Six figures, two with weapons resembling two-handed long knives slung behind their backs, two armed with a steam gun similar to Lisa's beloved, but obviously more "special", and one carrying a strangely shaped suitcase and a thin cane.

The last one stood sideways outside the camp, with a flat appearance and a simple appearance. The barrel and magazine were more exaggerated than the judge's revolver, almost comparable to the revolver of a short-barreled shotgun... The muzzle was aimed at himself, and the index finger had pulled the trigger.

Even at this moment, without the exact insight of the "power", Anson found that he still couldn't feel their existence; as if he saw only the projections of these six people, and the real body was elsewhere.

The second step is to ensure Lisa's safety.

For a brief moment, there was no time to do any extra action, An Sen could only pull his shoulders, lift the right hand that was closer to the girl with the smallest amplitude, and push it towards her chest with all his strength, while ensuring that the force was evenly applied. Also avoid shock to the heart.

During the slowdown, Lisa's cheek muscles, who were still waiting for praise, began to move, gradually forming a surprised expression, her petite body rose into the air, and flew steadily towards the corner of the tent's edge.

That position happened to be between the attacker who shot and the other accomplice. The blind spot at the edge of the line of sight cooperated with the next plan, and was able to obtain a safety window of about ten seconds for the girl... With Lisa's ability, this was enough for her to do it. Responded and even fought back.

Finally... create a small-scale riot, and make sure that the enemy exposes some flaws.

Determined, An Sen did not dodge or dodge. The rapidly rotating lead bullet easily tore open the flesh of his jaw, smashed his mouth, and penetrated into the skull from the part near the throat. The air wave expanded between the brain and finally exploded. The open skull fragments, brain pulp and blood all burst out from the top of the skull.

"Anson—?!"

The screaming girl slammed heavily on the tent support like a sandbag. The figure hiding outside was clearly stunned, and the frozen expression seemed to tell them that things were easy, which surprised them.

But the next second, something that surprised them even more happened: the blasted head turned into a cloud of invisible smoke, and it poured out continuously, filling the entire tent in the blink of an eye. Completely blocked the vision of all of them.

Spell magic, [Smoke Man].

Seeing the thick smoke billowing, the figures of the six attackers immediately began to act: the two gunmen quickly stepped forward, aiming at the tent and shooting quickly. The position of the gun, one hand holding the knife and the other hanging down to the side, put on a posture of attacking at any time.

They were aware of the fact that the assassination had failed, and were not too surprised.

The screeching air bombs aimed at the dense fog like a torrential rain. In less than a minute, the tent was riddled with holes. The two steam spray guns still did not need to stop cooling. They were still outputting firepower. Someone showed up.

However, what they waited for was a girl in a windbreaker, covered with long guns and short cannons, and holding a steam spray gun in her hand. She tore through the smoke and leaped out. Six heads.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!!"

Lisa, who was screaming in anger, quickly pulled the trigger, and while the flaming muzzle swept towards the other party, several smoking grenades also fell from the hem of her windbreaker, and it was fair to ensure that each of the six people had one.

The screaming lead bullet collided with the grenade in the air, and six groups of flames bloomed around the girl in turn, lighting up the black night.

"boom-!!"

Seven long shadows were pulled out from the explosion's firelight. Except for the big sheriff who made his debut, the others were twisting and twisting quickly and twitching among the ruins of the town, making people overwhelmed.

"Discover secondary targets and adjust priorities."

The attacker holding the revolver said coldly, a stern look appeared under the lens of the gas mask: "Give up the concealment and kill it as soon as possible."

The voice fell, and one of the attackers with a long knife in both hands suddenly stopped. The girl in front and the two gunmen also aimed their guns on the left and right at the same time, and the dark muzzle silently shot out a translucent ballistic trajectory. , tearing layers of smoke came.

Even if she evaded the moment the enemy pulled the trigger, the girl's left shoulder and right calf were each torn with bloodstains. The shotgun hanging on the shoulder also fell to the ground because the rope was torn, and the **** slammed heavily on the ground. It bounced up a little bit.

At this moment, the attacker with the knife on his back has rushed to the front, and the mirror-like blade reflects the dazzling color under the firelight, like a clear spring gushing out, making a frightening clang.

The angry girl almost finished closing the gun, raising the gun, and aiming all the movements while dodging. The steam spray gun that did not need to be reloaded seemed to be an extension of her fair little hand, ready to give the other party a cool heart at any time.

Draw the knife! shot!

"clang-!"

A harsh note exploded in the air, and the agile blade easily deflected the deadly lead bullet, mercilessly swept towards the girl's tender and delicate neck and throat, the expressionless attacker seemed to have seen her head fly into the air. up screen.

Until the corner of Lisa's mouth, which reached to the base of her ears, caught his eye.

Um? !

The attacker, who was stunned for a while, saw the shotgun that had been dropped "shot" back again. The girl with a naive smile grabbed the handle of the gun and turned it around in her hand, then pointed at herself, aiming at herself. At the same time, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he was meditating on something.

She, she seems to be saying, uh...

"Try playing this, bastard!"

The scalding fire mixed with dozens of lead bullets swept towards him, and the attacker's face finally showed a trace of panic.

Carrying the suitcase, the still unmoved attacker suddenly raised the thin cane in his hand and pointed at his companion who was about to be torn to pieces by lead bullets.

At the moment when he raised his hand, the tip of the stick, which resembled a vertebra, suddenly twisted and disappeared; dozens of lead bullets suddenly seemed to come alive, making a sound that was almost screaming, and disintegrated in the air, turning into dust and dissipating. of disappearance.

The girl's eyes widened, and her little head was shocked.

But surprise didn't hinder her action... The moment the shotgun was split in two by the blade, the petite figure had already fled ten steps away, and backhandedly pulled out a pair of revolvers that were already full of ammunition from behind, She opened fire in turn at the attackers who had surrounded her, relying on flexible positioning and suppressing shots to pull with this group of unfathomable guys in the smoke created by Anson.

The attackers, who were originally ready to fight quickly, finally noticed the strangeness of the smoke around them... As long as they stepped into it, their reaction and thinking ability would be half a beat slower, and their perception of time became even more sluggish than before. As if, as if...

It seems that the rules of the surrounding world have been forcibly distorted.

Holding the revolver tightly, the attacker who shot Anson's head with a single shot slowly turned his head back and looked at his companion with the suitcase. The latter shook his head, not looking at his face. Jin Ping's actions also revealed his helplessness at the moment.

"No, I can't feel the caster's breath on Anson Bach at all, and I can't even confirm his exact location... The only thing I can know is that he is definitely still nearby."

This sentence sounds like nonsense, and any conjurer can't use his abilities beyond his spellcasting range... Since these dense fogs were created by Anson Bach, he must still be around.

But the attacker did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and even nodded slightly: "I see, can you confirm the movements of the rest of the people around?"

"Only one point: so far, no pagan soldiers are approaching here... I have removed the effect of the power of blood, so it can only be Anson Bach, or one of his subordinates using the ability to block vision and ability to hear."

"Intelligence shows that there is a fugitive who has taken refuge with Anson Bach. The wind rider named Ian Clemens has similar abilities, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that if the information is correct, this person should be moving between Yangfan City and Black Reef Port, and it is impossible to appear in Straw Town."

"…I understand."

The attacker said lightly, and the eyes hidden under the gas mask became more and more solemn.

While the two were talking, the girl was still fighting with the three attackers; relying on her agile speed and a steam gun that was not much inferior to the enemy, the girl moved up and down like a butterfly flying among the flowers, dodging left and right. .

At the moment when the enemy pulled the trigger, he slid and evaded, and at the moment when the blade fell, he turned around to fight back, and three bullet marks flashed in the smoke and disappeared quickly; The screams were repeated.

Although it seemed that the girl had the upper hand and successfully pulled three powerful attackers by herself, at this moment only she knew best that it was just a butterfly in a cage.

In addition to catching the opponent's flaw once at the beginning, the attackers who used the two-handed long knives always slowed down their speed deliberately, and controlled the frequency of their attacks to just keep up with themselves. The two gunmen are also deliberately waterproof... Not to mention It was said that there were three other guys who were guarding the perimeter and never made a move.

Repression, purely unilateral repression, the girl who needed the crown, was forced to move around under the attack of the opponent, even felt a trace of grievance in her heart.

These villains... are very strong, much stronger than Lisa. Even if they don't show their real strength, Liza is not the opponent of the villains.

In less than two minutes of fighting, the girl already had double-digit wounds, and each one was closer to the vital part, and there was a risk of being killed and seriously injured at any time; in comparison, the three attacked There was not even the slightest trace of the fight left on the body of the man.

"Marek, Boyd, Schiff!"

The attacker holding the revolver spoke again, and his voice was much more nervous than at the beginning: "Repeat the order - adjust the priority, and kill the secondary target as soon as possible!"

"But…"

A gunman turned his head suddenly, and his naive voice showed some panic: "The deputy commander didn't explicitly tell me to be careful whether to kill the secondary target..."

"There's no need for that!"

Before he could finish speaking, the attacker on the opposite side opened his mouth to steal: "The most important thing now is to ensure the capture of the primary target, and the rest of the unimportant ones should get rid of as soon as possible to avoid..."

"Do you have a lot of dreams at night?"

"That's right... eh?!"

The attacker who spoke subconsciously was shocked, causing several companions beside him to turn their heads to look at him in confusion.

Only he himself knew that the voice that sounded in his mind just now... is indeed true, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is the goal.

But this is simply not possible! Please make it very clear in the newspaper that Anson Bach is a high-level conjurer with a small amount of magic items, and for some unknown reason, he is also a Holy Grail Knight talent. He reads minds and talks directly to people from the heart... The ability of the black mage!

This, this is...

"What are you doubting, what are you afraid of, aren't the answers already in front of you?" Anson's voice suddenly became playful: "Or, the judgement knight of the Holy See, even this kind of basic understanding of the old gods. The common sense is gone, and the enemy needs to be reminded in person?"

"Ah...if that's the case, it would be too surprising."

How... how is this possible? !

The expression of the judgement knight became more and more panic, and there were even some beads of sweat on the glass of the gas mask on his face:

"Everyone, our previous intelligence is biased, and the first and primary target that must be captured..."

"...It's the Blasphemy Mage!"