I Will Be The Crowned King

Sitting firmly on the map table in front of him, Sir Phyllis stretched his hands to the left and right naturally, looked at the stunned Anson Bach with a playful face, and silently told what he was proud of with his lightly written eyes.

wrong! No, no, no... I tried my best to regain some sense of my mind, and Anson Tong Kong, who stared at a pair of scarlet eyes, focused on the still empty map table.

That's right, it's not that Phyllis can really jump in time and space, but that the image in his mind overlaps with his vision, plus a little mental stimulation and the other party's deliberate yin and yang weirdness, and the other party is sitting there. The illusion in front of me... That's right, it's just my own problem.

Desperately repeating these words in his heart, An Sen, who finally calmed down, pursed the corners of his mouth and began to think about appropriate coping strategies.

Obviously, because of impulsiveness, he has already exposed his target, and there are only two things left that are still uncertain: what is the maximum power of this difference engine, and whether the person sitting "in front of him" is a Philanthropist. Sir Ruth?

Although the appearances are really similar, and Anson has only seen the real Sir Phileus, and is not impressed, but under the "insight" ability after focusing, many differences can still be found, and it is basically certain that it is not the same person.

The most obvious difference is the ferocious and twisted hoop on the opponent's neck - the iron proof of being a spellcaster!

Could it be that this is the reason why the information of the Untrusted Knights is wrong, and the adjutant of the Grand Commander of the Knights, Sir Phileus, is actually two people, one talented and one spellcaster?

"Don't continue thinking about it there, Your Excellency Brigadier General Anson Bach."

Sitting in his original position, "Sir Phyllis" said strangely, "For you now, my identity should be the most irrelevant of all things, right?"

"If I were you, the most important thing now is not to be captured by the ruling knights, exposing the caster in front of their soldiers and subordinates... blaspheme the identity of the mage."

"Well... of course that doesn't matter anymore, because it's too late, it's too late."

"Flee, Anson Bach, run like a puddle of mud...because wherever you run, the Ring of Order will follow...We, the Order of Judgment, will take your inhumans The monsters were all dragged from the dark corners into the sunlight, and then…”

"...to slaughter them all!"

He sat motionless on the chair, his sinister eyes exuding determination, as if the hideous hoop around his neck had been erased from his memory, forgetting that he was also a genuine spellcaster.

Quietly admiring the vile face of the other party, An Sen, who was still a little flustered, gradually calmed down and closed his eyes again.

Since the other party has mastered the difference machine that can "crack" the field of conjurers on the spot, it means that they have mastered the means to reduce the dimension of their own side. Conventional tactics are meaningless, and they must find another way to re-formulate the battle plan.

If you let Freya cover and attack by yourself... No, no! The other party has already cracked one, and it may not be possible to crack the second. Even if he wins the battle in front of him, it is difficult to ensure that his weaknesses will not be exposed.

The only end of the conventional army in front of the airship is unilateral massacre, and the caster will be deciphered by the difference machine... But if the airship is not prevented from continuing to advance, it is impossible to repel the opponent's attack.

How to do it... wait! If you change your mind, maybe... But even if you do this successfully, the next situation will probably get out of control.

No... Maybe a completely out of control situation is the best option for me... Well, I'm just a little sorry for the truth club...

Uh, anyway, as long as they can stop the Holy See, they shouldn't care about this little thing...

…Bar?

An Sen, whose mouth twitched slightly, desperately restrained the urge to laugh out loud.

"Your Majesty Freya... Your Majesty?"

"What?!"

The cold voice of the elf girl sounded, but she was still disgusted and impatient: "I finally figured out how to solve the plan of the strange airship opposite? If you dare to say no, just cut off your tongue!"

"Uh... Then it's more appropriate to leave the tongue in my mouth." An Sen smiled:

"That's right, I need you to do me a favor now, a small favor."

"... busy?"

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What do they want to do with this?

On the airship, Sir Phileus frowned slightly, looking at the elf girl below who gradually lifted the "wall of fire" and the autonomous council that had almost been reduced to ruins.

Even if the difference engine on the airship has already cracked Freya Mosesfield's ability, the Knights of Judgment below will not be able to deal with the enemy immediately... There is no need to give up resistance immediately.

"My lord, the messenger below reports that 5,000 people from the Hantu Crusade have successfully landed at the port, requesting instructions for the next step!"

The entourage on the side shouted loudly, with a nervous expression as if the person in front of him would devour them alive at any time.

"What, 5,000 people have already landed? Are the village elders of Hantu fast?"

Sir Phyllis scratched his head unexpectedly, and couldn't help but teasing: "I originally thought that my dear brother would be faster, but it seems that he is dissatisfied with the fact that the chief has concealed his plan from him. "

"Hey...you're really a guy who doesn't know happiness in the midst of happiness. It's such a time, don't you understand the truth that the more you know, the faster you die? If it was me, I couldn't help jumping for joy. , thank the Ring of Order for letting me go..."

Sitting in the same position, Phyllis kept talking to himself, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, sometimes yin and yang, and his expression changed eight times a second, as if gears and bearings were installed in every facial muscle and limb joint. Under the blessing of the steam core, it spins wildly.

The attendant next to him stood there in fear, not daring to say a word, desperately dodging his eyes to avoid looking at the "Lord Phileas" in front of him.

But even this little wish could not be fulfilled... As soon as the entourage who turned his head subconsciously stopped, he found that Phyllis, who was sitting in the seat, had gotten up at some point, and stood there with a playful face to himself. watching.

"You... are afraid of me?"

Gently supporting his entourage's beautiful face, Phyllis looked at her while teasing; fair face, delicate facial features, and a well-proportioned and curvaceous figure—there are not many female members in the ruling knights, and they are good-looking. Naturally, it is one in a thousand.

"Yes... ah no! No no no, it's not like that!"

The entourage froze there, trembling and desperately defending himself: "I'm just...just...just...I'm sorry!"

"sorry?"

"Yes! This subordinate is wrong, please forgive me!"

"Oh... what's wrong with that?"

Holding the opponent's throat with his right hand, Phyllis looked at the opponent as if he was playing with a toy, with excitement in his eyes: "Tell me!"

"Wrong...wrong...wrong...in..."

The entourage, who had already burst into tears, stuttered, with despairing and frightened eyes like a hare caught by a carnivore, vaguely aware of the tragic end that he was about to be reduced to food.

The busy and chaotic atmosphere in the cabin was still the same, and everyone subconsciously turned their eyes away from this direction, as if they would fall into the dark abyss created by the evil **** if they took one more look.

That's right, abyss... All of them understand that, let alone a mere follower, the newcomer of the ruling knight order, even if he immediately kills with his heart of compassion, Grand Master Glad Manfred will not care. of.

The reason is very simple, because he has that kind of value; after losing his important trump card, the Knights of Judgment did not challenge the Apostle Rune's Xi... eh? !

Like a sudden lightning strike through the top of his skull, Phileas suddenly froze in place, stunned for more than ten seconds before he recovered: "What did you just say?!"

"Ah... ah?"

The follower, who had been frightened for a long time, hesitated, but under the stimulation of survival, he quickly recalled the scene just now: "Wrong... I am wrong!"

"Not this one, the previous one!"

"Please, please sir, forgive me..."

"The last one! The last one, the first one!"

"In the beginning... the Hantu Crusaders are landing in Red Hand Bay, and 5,000 people have already assembled ashore, and the Knights of Judgment on the ground are waiting for the next instructions!"

"This is it!"

Sir Phyllis muttered to himself, Tong Kong was trembling slightly, he finally understood what Anson Bach wanted to do, he was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly hugged the entourage in his arms.

"Big, big..." The frightened follower desperately restrained the urge to struggle, and his body was stiff.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Feeling the softness of his hands and chest, a contented smile appeared on Phileas' face: "My dear colleague, your words saved the lives of tens of thousands of people, and to a certain extent even the whole world - you What is your name?"

"Yin, Yin Lisabai, Yin Lisabai Laimon."

"Yin Lisa Bai Laimeng, I'm going to officially issue two important instructions to you now!" Phyllis still closed his eyes and enjoyed:

"First, order all the Knights of Judgment on the ground to resolutely not allow them to approach the city easily. Even if the opposite Freya Moses Field attacks, they are not allowed to counterattack—because she will never take the initiative to attack. "

"As for the second..."

Phyllis suddenly paused, and his distorted handsome face suddenly showed a very sly expression, staring at the light green eyes of his entourage full of fear:

"Miss Yin Lisabai Laimeng, will you marry me?"

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"Um?"

Freya narrowed her eyes, staring at the judgement knights who not only did not launch a surprise attack while she dissipated the wall of fire, but began to retreat, and couldn't help but question.

But this didn't stop her from doing her next move... The elf girl who had already covered the entire Red Hand Bay, gradually began to raise the temperature in the surrounding air, reaching a critical point that normal humans could accept.

Not to mention fighting at such a high temperature, even a little activity for a long time has the risk of dehydration and heatstroke... But in the case that the ability has been cracked by the opposite, the elf girl really does not understand what is the use of doing this.

However, in her line of sight, the strange steam airship also did not continue to approach the inner side of the town. Instead, it slowly retreated and returned to the port that was already full of ruins - as if it was repelled by herself.

"How is this going?"

The elf girl finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Anson Bach, what did you do?"

"This is the most crucial point, I didn't do anything." There was a faint confidence in Anson's voice:

"Because it's not necessary at all."

"unnecessary?"

"Dear Your Majesty Freya Mosesfield, we have all forgotten a fact, an extremely important fact." Anson said solemnly: "The Knights of Judgment...or the excuse for the Holy See to set foot in the new world, their purpose...what is it? what?"

"Is it for a little spellcaster named Anson Bach? Is it for this piece of ice and snow, worthless land? Is it to expand the power, or to hunt down a man who escaped from the royal court of Yinsel and left it behind The elf queen of her own kingdom, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or the guy who helped her escape from the city and decided to remain anonymous?"

"...Anson Bach, if you really want to have your tongue cut off or be burned at the stake, don't bother."

"None of them! None of these—we, including you, are not worthy of the Holy See to spend so much energy and waste so much human and material resources!"

Anson was unmoved: "There is only one goal worthy of their doing!"

The cold-faced elf girl was silent for a moment, then gave her answer with a little hesitation:

"Rune?"

"Exactly!" An Sen Tong Kong shrank:

"Only an apostle, an apostle who can truly pose a threat to the Holy See, is worth their effort!"

"Everyone else is just incidental to this war... or conversely, as long as the Apostle Rune is killed, it is impossible for us people to survive."

"Then the reason for the opponent's selective retreat is very simple... We lifted the defense while the jihadist army landed. There is only one reason in the opponent's eyes, that is, we have found a more important and critical target, so we can't waste excess power to stop the seemingly more threatening ground forces."

These words sounded somewhat inexplicable to the elf girl, because she was acting according to the instructions of a liar from beginning to end, and she had no idea what happened:

"You mean... that airship has an existence that can threaten an apostle?"

"I prefer to believe that it can only threaten the existence of Rune." Anson narrowed his eyes:

"The Knights of Judgment, or Glad Manfred, he wants to force Rune to show up by threatening to kill us all, and then make a lore."

"This... is their purpose!"