I Will Be The Crowned King

It is like a substantial roar traversing the sky, imprinting a flash of meteors in all the eyes looking up at the starry sky at this moment.

The Crusaders, the Knights of Judgment... Even the New World Legion retreating under the cover of the Storm Legion's grenadiers in the distance... put down their weapons and stopped in place, silently concentrating on the shocking scene, wondering what happened.

"This... how could it be?"

The eyes of the adjudication knights on the ground were round and round, and "shocked" was used to describe their expressions at the moment. They were all too pale and completely stunned.

"The distorted domain and armor of the Heart of Mercy... was actually penetrated?!"

The knight commander who was in charge of the command shouted, and it took a few seconds before he realized how badly his "false remarks" just now would affect his companions; Because of the lack of effective information, he was killed by the enemy's poisonous hands.

But he was just thinking too much... Floating in the sky, the elf girl surrounded by flames put down the white flame sword in her right hand and glanced at a basement covered by smoke with a slight frown.

"That bastard... he's quite capable sometimes."

Freya, who pursed her lips slightly, snorted, as if she was blaming herself for worrying about this scheming guy a few minutes ago.

Outside the ruins of the Red Hand Bay town, the deputy commander of the Hantu Mujahideen Army stopped the army behind him with a dazed expression, and his solemn eyes seemed to be making a major decision.

"Master Reno, we..."

"Send someone immediately, absolutely... no." Reno looked at his knight: "You may need to run this time."

The family knight who was in a panic just now knelt down on one knee: "Where are you going?"

"The New World Legion, find someone named Roman." Reno gritted his teeth: "I'm not sure if he is really there, and I can't guarantee your safety. If it is discovered by the Knights of Judgment or the Holy See..."

"It was me who colluded with the Truth Society, the Old God Sect in private." The knight said without hesitation: "I have nothing to do with Hantu, the Grand Duchy of Aiden!"

Reno's heart tensed, he closed his eyes and pressed the knight's shoulder, and his trembling hands grabbed his cloak until it was forcibly torn off by the other party.

The cabin of the Heart of Compassion airship was already in a mess at this time, and the seemingly violent impact was not only very sudden, but also very fast - so fast that no one could react.

They couldn't figure it out, and they didn't even understand how the airship with the protection of the Twisted Domain and its outer armor was stronger than the ironclad ship could be penetrated by a single blow - this is something that even Queen Yinsel can't do!

"Lord Phileas!"

The attendant Yin Lisabai screamed and turned her head to look behind her, "The damaged part is close to the steam core, and the power of the airship is damaged, please ask for instructions!"

"instruct?"

There was a sneering smile on Phyllis's face - things have come to this point, what more instructions are there?

With the current status of the airship, it will fall directly to the ground in a few minutes at most, but it is still climbing rapidly because the gravity has just been distorted, and there is no solution, because the steam core has been destroyed!

Five minutes later, the proudest airship of the Holy See and the Order of Judgment will be a tattered scrap of iron, and it will still be in plain sight; the reason is not important, it is enough to disintegrate the Crusaders , the temporary Red Hand Bay operation fell short.

Well, the last one has yet to be determined, but the previous ones are basically correct.

"Grand Commander Glad Manfred... You are really willing to spend your whole blood in order to kill an apostle..."

Feeling the vibration and whistling sound coming from his ears, Phyllis muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Lord Phileas!"

"Alright alright... don't be so nervous, relax."

Slowly comforting the entourage, who had been frightened to the point of being paralyzed, Phelus, who quietly approached from behind, hugged her in his arms and rubbed his cheek like a pillow:

"Dear Yin Lisabai, with me here, you won't die so easily."

The moment the voice fell, the compassionate heart that lost its upward momentum began to fall.

……………………

Staring at the plummeting airship in the sky, An Sen's face did not show any joy or emotional changes, but instead seemed a little... at a loss.

Strictly speaking, this should be the third time he himself has fully expanded the realm and performed a large-scale reality distortion; the first time was in the Primordial Tower and Augustus "guardianship", and the second time was returning from a thousand years ago. Moby-Dick Harbor, when fighting the Grave Keeper.

But this time, he was completely active, and he opened it to complete the plan without any threat to his life. In a certain sense, he was not even active.

This is a little bit related to the characteristics of the "law of planning", because conjurers distort reality according to their own laws: holding the fire of passion, then all distortions are based on the extreme to crazy burning, with " "Magic" is the yardstick. Naturally, as long as others do not see through the process of deception and deception, they can do anything.

The same is true of the law of planning: in order to achieve a goal, he must first collect enough information, and then complete a step such as one; the more information, the more successfully the steps are completed, the more successful the goal will be.

At the same time, if the enemy's actions also have the attribute of "planning", then Anson's domain will also be affected by this aspect - conversely, Anson can also learn the enemy's plan through the fluctuation of the domain.

But there is a small problem here, that is, although the plan itself is not mandatory, it is difficult to terminate at a certain link as soon as it starts to be implemented.

My original idea was to "destroy the heart of compassion". Due to too little information, there was no feasible plan; but when the information was sufficient and the implementation began, the field began to show signs of being out of control.

To be more precise, from the moment the plan was executed, his consciousness was completely integrated with the domain, and everything he did was no longer just thinking, but completely to complete the plan at any cost.

Even when he was completely powerless against the airship, Anson did not consider completely liberating the realm to distort reality; but at the stage of executing the plan, when there was only the liberation of the realm and distorting the gravity of reality... he didn't have any hesitation.

At that moment, Ansen Bach seemed to be no longer Ansen Bach, no longer "himself", but a plan, an order, a procedure, a...

law.

Laws, on the other hand, have no feelings, do not need to think, and only implement everything that has been established within the specified limits; as long as the established boundaries are not violated, they will do everything possible.

Even if that feeling was just a reverberation, An Sen felt a cold sweat on his back, and the chills on the back of his neck stood up one by one, and the whole person fell into an indescribable panic!

Even if it will not be reversely eroded by the real world, if the plan made one day needs to be at the expense of yourself or Lisa's life, then will the self who opened the realm still smile and look at himself or the girl confidently? Turned into a puddle of meat sauce?

The threat of evolution not only comes from the outside world, but also from the madness and influence born of the power after the mutation.

It seems that you must set some kind of limit on your own laws from the beginning, and at the same time check and approve it regularly... Anson secretly said in his heart.

Of course, this is definitely not safe, because the law and the realm are the essence of the self, and the flesh and blood and consciousness are just the remnants of the evolutionary stage... According to Thalia, the process of the spellcaster mastering the core of his own evolution is to gradually eliminate this kind of residual process.

When it is eliminated to a certain point, the core is gradually perfected, and the relationship between itself and the world is understood, and the gate of the apostles—until now, the next-level ultimate form of evolution that all spellcasters can imagine will be revealed in front of them.

Like the apostle Luen, he did not completely abandon this residue, and even voluntarily retained it for some purpose, and paid a considerable price for it; does this mean that when he completely eliminated it and comprehended the "law of planning" After the essence of ”, will it completely become the carrier of this law, or the law itself?

An Sen, who was in deep thought, tilted his head slightly, and the misty pipe at the corner of his mouth was like a tired office employee. From the original full output, it turned into a smoke ring for a while, and he was still weak, light and fluttering as soon as it came out. The kind that will dissipate on its own.

"boom--!

!

"

The fallen merciful heart slammed into the ruins of the town behind her, and the Elven Queen Yinsel, who had a strong heart of revenge, did not forget to seize the opportunity, and a huge bolide gave it a glorious burial.

Starting from one light, the intensely burning fireball expanded rapidly, and then quickly devoured everything around it, turning into a "earth rising sun" comparable to the night sky.

This sudden anomaly naturally also affected the subsequent ruling knights and the Holy War Army... The knights who were still besieging the elf girl suddenly became aggressive and crazy, and they continued to shrink the siege net against Freya at the risk of ashes. And he kept urging the follow-up Hantu Crusaders to advance as soon as possible, passing through the ruins of the town to stop the retreating New World Legion.

The "military spirit" of the Hantu Legion, which was still very active, suddenly became subtle: they did not refuse the request of the Knights of Judgment, but asked the other party to organize a shelling coverage against the New World Legion as soon as possible-because of the night battle and chaos, so far There are still only these more than 10,000 Han Tu soldiers who have landed, which is a bit weaker than the New World Legion of no less than 30,000 people.

And the fleet that has been safely moored outside the Red Hand Bay Port has also begun to have many abnormalities; since the airship has problems, it is judged that the Knights have been unable to break through the town of Red Hand Bay, and the fleet has not provided any artillery support. There are also no more ships approaching the port.

Even the Phyllis Legion, which is at least nominally the Holy See's "direct line", silently moved its warships to the sea, and did not send even a single soldier to the shore. His adjutant even strictly ordered the army to act without authorization, and even artillery support was not allowed.

He, who has a deep understanding of his boss, has roughly guessed what the other party wants to do; not to mention participating in the battle, even staying here is an extremely dangerous thing; People may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

On a dead sea, Sir Pheleus stared lonely at the sea of ​​fire burning the wreckage of the Heart of Compassion, silent.

"Why, why don't you speak?"

The voice full of ridicule rang out in the billowing smoke that was full of ash, and approached the location of the basement step by step.

"Anson Bach, the Holy See specifically designated the primary target that must be captured alive, tsk tsk tsk... Do you know how many such 'privileges' have been in the history of the Knights of Judgment?"

"do not know."

An Sen, who was biting his pipe, got up from the "smoking chair" and answered calmly, "But I guess I'm not the only one."

"Ten."

The voice couldn't help but give the answer, it sounded so smug and full of show: "This also counts Saint Isaac - congratulations, you have become enough to be tied with Saint Isaac in the eyes of the Holy See. One of ten."

"Thanks to the praise."

With a formulaic smirk, Anson turned to look at Sir Phileus who came out of the sea of ​​fire: "But if I remember correctly, Saint Isaac... Didn't he still die in the end?"

"Yeah." Phyllis nodded solemnly, and his expression suddenly became lost: "It's such a pity, he didn't have to die, but we had to kill him."

"why?"

"Because he's special."

"Especially... can also be a reason for murder?"

"Yes, there is no better reason than that."

Pheleus stopped, his eyes flashing with coldness called cruelty: "A person with a mind that can open up a new era, and at the same time is ready to master the three major magics and become immortal - our fragile world, which currently contains Nothing less than this... special existence."

"And you, Anson Bach...you are special too."

"For example?"

"Your domain, the power of blood, and... your extremely bizarre law." Phyllis smiled: "The power of blood that can bring the dead back to life, the law of insight into all things, and the distortion of reality, even if you only master one of them, It's enough to make the Holy See interested in you, and you have both of them."

"And someone as special as you has even become the fiance of the Rune family. He knows the truth about the Mausoleum of the True God and is constantly involved with the truth. He has a close relationship with the Clovis Diocese, and has the ally of the Elf Queen Yinsel, ha. !"

"I'm really curious, very curious... When you are doing these things, have you seriously considered such a thing - it seems that they all use you, but by being used by them, you will So many forces are involved in himself."

"Anson Bach, someone as smart as you, even if they are used by others, can show their own value in return, I really didn't think about it..."

"The Holy See, can you really allow you to do this and live, or say..."

"...like the 'special' St Isaac?"