I Will Be The Crowned King
Vol 4 Chapter 448: the enemy of the whole world
"Boyd?!"
The instinctive exclamations of the two ruling knights appeared in Anson Bach's mind simultaneously, and a flash of smile appeared on the slightly embarrassed cheeks.
Great, so another shooter with a steam gun is Marek... The intel is getting more and more complete.
Relying on the law of "planning", Anson, who has the "Great Magic Book" of black magic, and who has "field-taught" from mentor Mace Hornard, can simulate the ability of black magic, but this effect is incomplete, after all He is not a real black mage, and he has never really used black magic, so his power and degree are naturally greatly reduced.
The most direct manifestation lies in the basic ability of the black mage, reading minds... replaced by the mentor Mace Hornard, now the six ruling knights don't mention their names, I am afraid that their whole life experience has been dug up, but Anson has Only the shallowest, most undisguised part of the content can be heard.
The most basic principle of the "planning law" is intelligence. The more and more detailed information they have on each other, the stronger the ability effect and countermeasures will be... The ruling knights know the identity of their conjurers, so even if they are within their own domain The power of blood can still exert its effect, but it will be suppressed; and he basically knows nothing about them, and he must keep testing and repeatedly digging out the information on the other party in order to exert his full power.
This is very uncomfortable... At the same time, it is necessary to suppress the changes in the atmosphere of the audience, so as to avoid being noticed by the army in and outside the city of Straw Town, especially another group of the Knights of Judgment ambushing in the dark, Ansen had to execute two at the same time " plan”, but also to avoid conflicts between the two parties due to their respective conditions.
If you want to maximize the effect of the "Planning Law", you must have as much information as possible, and the best at obtaining information is the ability of the black mage that he gave up at the beginning... Instructor Mace Hornard told himself It's really impactful...
While complaining in the bottom of his heart, An Sen calmly locked in an instant offense and defense shift, and the two ruling knights who attacked him—the two had obviously begun to adapt to the dislocation sense of distance distorted by the domain, and the impact of the dense fog was no longer the worst. It's starting to be so obvious.
"Leave these two to me! Don't let the other bad guys run away from Strawtown, Big Sheriff Lisa Bach!"
"Oh oh oh oh…!!"
As soon as the words fell, the little girl who had been in a hurry for a second was instantly excited, and she didn't forget to raise her right hand, and gave him a salute: "Don't worry, all the big bad guys can't hide from the big bad guys. Sheriff Lisa's justice!"
After speaking, the petite figure disappeared without a trace in the thick fog.
The judgement knight who was holding the revolver subconsciously tried to block it, and before he could raise his hand and pull the trigger, a loud bang had exploded in his ear, and the blood-gushing right hand could not fall down.
"You seem to have forgotten my opponent." Holding the Inquisitor's Revolver, whose muzzle was still smoking, a faint smile appeared on Anson's face:
"This is not very good. It's rare that I have spared you at least twice... Marko."
The judgement knight whose name was named suddenly tensed, and there was a clear look of panic in his eyes.
"clang-!"
The sound of the sharp blade colliding exploded in the thick fog, the bright silver long knife was parried by An Sen with a bayonet, the slender blade was whining, and sparks bloomed almost constantly from the collision focus.
Without cutting off the small bayonet directly, the ruling knight named Schiff froze. He dragged the afterimage of the sword that could only be seen clearly, and tried to attack behind An Sen, but was stopped the moment he stepped.
With a relaxed smile, the bayonet in Anson's hand, who was still parked in place, seemed to be given life, accurately capturing the position of the sharp blade in the enemy's hand, whether it collided head-on, or deflected to one side.
The two were almost close to each other, always maintaining a distance of within three steps, making Marco in the back extremely anxious, but they could never find a chance to shoot a cold shot. A little deviation may have removed the power of the bloodline. Schiff was killed on the spot... His right hand was injured and he could only use his left hand to keep scattering, blocking Anson's position when dodging.
The roar of the large-caliber revolver kept exploding beside him, but he was unable to leave even a few scratches on Ansen Bach.
And if it drags on like this, wait until the monster-like girl strangles the rest of her companions, and the death is small, the Holy See's mission is likely to fall short, and at the same time expose a lot of information to the other party.
Marco, who gritted his teeth, pulled the trigger at the moment when the two figures were entangled.
"boom-!"
The dazzling gun flames flashed past, and the one who was hit was the judgment knight who wielded two swords... The scabbard that was hit shattered, and the bright silver light overflowed from it like blood.
"Schiff!"
Marco roared angrily, and rushed into the three steps to replace Tong's parents, his right hand that was beaten fell to his side, his left hand holding the gun grip pointed the muzzle at Anson's face, and he didn't fire, that's all. Poke it straight.
He is no longer fighting, but uses himself as a human shield to buy time for his comrades!
Without the slightest hesitation, Schiff quickly retreated and pulled away, holding the slit in the scabbard with his right hand, and pierced his palm with force, allowing the bright silver liquid to flow into the wound.
That was... Ansen raised his eyebrows, sensing the twisting force, and snapped his fingers lightly to turn the thick fog beside him into a "smoke shield", blocking Marco's approaching shots.
However, because the power of the opponent's bloodline is too special, the "smoke shield" can only block once, and the ruling knight obviously did not intend to fire only one shot. Anson faces the door.
While the two were entangled, the muscles of Schiff's left arm, which had been poured into a large amount of bright silver liquid, began to wriggle wildly and twitch.
"Humph…"
A mournful low roar resounded from the depths of the judgement knight's throat, his cheeks covered in blood, tears and sweat were completely twisted; he pulled out the scabbard fragment stuck in the palm of his hand and slammed it over his head.
In the next second, silver fire gushed out from the blood-splattered palm.
"boom--"
The beam of light, the bright silver beam of light rose from the thick fog, piercing the ink-like night sky, extremely dazzling and dazzling.
Feeling the light from the corner of his eyes, Marco's face finally showed a little smugness.
Saint Fiore Type 1 beta version in the 98th year of the Saint calendar, codenamed "Dragon Flame Sword", was specially developed for the judgement knight specializing in swordsmanship to fight spellcasters with tenacious vitality and unable to kill with gunpowder weapons.
In addition to the most basic elements of sharpness, lightness, and excellent balance, the scabbard itself is a very special magic item. In the most popular way, it is a "dragon flame" that can be created and stored.
The temperature, the powerful "Dragon Flame" is attached to the blade by retracting the knife like a sheath, and the long knife, which is already sharp and unparalleled, will gain enough power to sever dragon scales.
And the "Dragon Flame" with extremely terrifying energy actually has another use, that is, it is directly poured into the body of flesh and blood and then stimulated and emitted; it's just that even a talented person cannot resist the side effects that come with it...
"Hum...hmph...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!"
Under the heart-piercing screams, the bright silver "Dragon Flame" poured out from the Judgment Knight's body into a forearm-thick "ray", piercing straight into the sky.
The light was so dazzling and dazzling that not only the 5th Infantry Regiment inside and outside the city, but also the Bolei Regiment, which was eager to escape, the Storm Regiment and the Shooting Army who were ordered to stop it, could see it clearly and clearly.
This is the sacrificial blow of the judgment knight's despair, and the information that burns life must be conveyed.
On the distant hill, the expressionless Francisco Los Napomusino stared at the dazzling light, and remained silent for a long time.
It was not until the light dissipated and the dark night and the starry sky once again ruled the dome that he turned his eyes to the nothingness behind him:
"The message was communicated correctly, the original plan was cancelled, and the search for intelligence on the primary target continued without delay."
The hoarse voice dissipated in the air, and Francisco looked back and pulled out a cigar and matches from under his coat pocket.
The mountain wind howled and poured into the burning cigar, rolling up the thick smoke and scattering it to the icy ground.
In the thick smoke, the ruling knight who used the "Dragon Flame" was also drained of vitality by his own weapon. The originally strong body was withered like a centenarian, dying in a pool of his own blood, his eyes widening.
Struggling to clear the last lead bullet, Marko, who was trying to change the bullet with one hand, was also knocked out by Anson. The bayonet stabbed directly into his left elbow, flipped it hard, and cut off his forearm directly.
On the line of life and death, Marco, who had no hands, burst into amazing potential, biting his own dagger in his mouth and pounced on Anson.
The expressionless Anson used a bayonet to hold Marco's dagger with one hand, and the right-hand judge locked the opponent's calf with the revolver and fired four shots in a row. Half burnt to coke.
puff-
Marco, who was struggling, knelt down on his knees, and just wanted to look up, he heard a crisp and familiar sound from the loudspeaker - his revolver was in Anson's hand, and it was already aimed at his head.
Feeling the temperature from his forehead, the madness on Marko's face suddenly calmed down, and by the way, he threw the dagger at the corner of his mouth to the ground.
He struggled hard first, then raised his head and laughed at Anson:
"You should understand... this is just the beginning."
"As long as you are still alive, the Knights of Judgment, the Inquisition, the Holy See... All believers affiliated with the Ring of Order are your enemies. If you dare to betray the true God, the whole world will be your enemy!"
"I know that." Anson nodded and pulled the revolver trigger with his right hand:
"Even before that, I was the enemy of the whole world; past, present and future... that probably won't change."
"Yes, being the enemy of the world... is the fate of you heretics..." Marko murmured:
"You will never understand that doing this is just futile. No one can truly win the entire world... The Three Old Gods a thousand years ago can't do it, you... you... can't either."
"This... I know, too, I've been to Boredim."
"The Eternal City? Well... Then why are you doing this kind of futile?"
"Why... haven't I explained it already?"
"explain…"
"I am already the enemy of the whole world...not now, but in the past, always."
"…"
The judgement knight raised his head hard, his **** eyes filled with confusion.
Just when he wanted to ask something, a voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.
"stop!"
The adjudication knight with a suitcase suddenly appeared ten steps away, his cheeks trembling with cold sweat: "Let him go, this is the last warning!"
The trembling voice was full of panic.
Anson glanced at him, the other party was always his key observation object, but not the ruling knight himself, but his suitcase.
After a moment of hesitation, Anson looked down at Marco: "You know him, right?"
The dying knight of judgment looked at his comrade-in-arms, met those nervous eyes, and immediately shook his head.
"I don't know you anymore."
An Sen nodded slightly and pulled the trigger of the revolver.
"boom-!"
The gunpowder gushed out, and Marco's head disappeared, replaced by blood sprayed all over the ground behind the headless corpse.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!"
The judgement knight burst out with a heart-wrenching cry, and opened the suitcase in his right hand as if venting his anger.
In an instant, at least ten times larger than that, tentacles with sarcomas and **** mouths gushed out, and bitten off half of the body of the Judge Knight with its head.
The broken corpse fell into a pool of blood, and the huge flesh-and-blood tentacles finally fully showed their true posture - a python-like torso, four exaggerated claws, and wings attached to the flesh membrane. From a distance, it looked like...like...
Well, like a dragon with no head, scales, blood all over, maybe two or three stories high.
"boom-!!"
The headless "dragon" opened its **** mouth and let out a roar, and the pungent stench rushed towards him like a tide, and it seemed to be somewhat poisonous.
An Sen, who frowned slightly, stood on the spot and raised the revolver he had just acquired—although he no longer had the ability to obliterate anomalies, it was still his most powerful weapon at present.
The next second, the roaring flesh-and-blood "dragon" rushed towards him, its wings vibrating, and it made a disturbing whistle.
Without hesitation, An Sen pulled the trigger and at the same time prepared the [Mist of the Undead], ready to run away at any time.
"boom-!"
The gunshots sounded, and the monster pierced by the lead bullet exploded into countless flesh and blood.
Anson's eyes widened... Even if it was only a moment's distance, he did see that the monster was shattered before it was hit.
The scarlet blood rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, it dissipated without a trace along with the surrounding dense fog, revealing Lisa's petite figure.
Although he was still a familiar figure, the easy smile on his face and the look in his eyes made him immediately realize the true identity of the person in front of him:
"Talia?!"
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