I Will Be The Crowned King

Under the dark night, the billowing smoke covered the starry sky of the dome, and the boiling sea of ​​fire made a dry and weak sound among the ruins and scorched earth.

It sounded like the cry of a dying patient before his death.

A completely scorched arm pushed open the hatch, carrying the thick smoke that was still steaming and the smell of corpse strong enough to be seen, the entourage of the Knights of Judgment named Elizabeth Lemon, struggling to get rid of the heart of mercy. A still-intact head emerged from the wreckage.

In the cabin behind her, which had been smashed into a ball of plasticine, there was no one alive for a long time—of the dozen or so survivors who survived Freya’s repeated attacks, he was the only one who was still breathing and still intact. of.

Pushing away the broken corpse that was pressing on her leg, Elizabeth, who was in a trance, didn't even have time to think about which companion the charred flesh was. Be careful to fall into the scorched earth where the embers have not disappeared from the hatchway of two meters.

"Pfft!"

Elizabeth, who landed face first, felt the world spinning again, but she was sure that she didn't hear the sound of cracking bones, so while thanking her luck was too good, she struggled to get up, and was ready to follow the path of the ground when Phyllis left. Traces follow.

Regarding the matter of being abandoned by the superior and left to die, Elizabeth was very calm and calm. It was an important trump card for the Grand Commander, so important that he had to hide from the real Adjutant Phyllis and let him play for the Knights.

The right arm is completely scorched, and the chest, back, forehead, and thigh all have varying degrees of burns and bruises and wounds left by the impact. There is almost no intact skin from head to toe, and the right leg seems to have been broken... Looking at the surrounding firelight, looking at the metal fragments reflecting a large piece of burnt flesh on her face, her hair smoking, and holding her scorched arm, Elizabeth's heart was full of gratitude for the Ring of Order.

Just when she was about to turn around, she suddenly felt a "small" abnormality in her right arm.

There was a strange touch under the charred, completely carbonized skin... No, when the flesh was completely necrotic, the mere "touch" itself was very strange.

Elizabeth, who seemed to have sensed something in her heart, took courage and carefully pressed a piece of charred flesh with her left hand that was intact, and then smashed it with force.

The imagined unconsciousness and heart-piercing pain did not happen, it was more like the pain of being accidentally stuck with glue and torn off with force.

Elizabeth was stunned.

Beneath the scorched pieces is his brand new, flawless skin!

She raised her head sharply in shock, the metal fragments reflected by the firelight reflected her shocked expression, and the wound on her face that was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only the cheeks, the torso, the limbs... The injuries on the whole body, large and small, have recovered as new, and the newly grown pink skin is completely incommensurate with the surrounding, and it looks like it is piece by piece.

But even this process didn't last long, and soon the two were completely integrated, and there was no difference at all; she was stunned and could only feel that her body was healthier and more comfortable than ever before.

This, this in the end... ah!

She remembered... Phyllis, what he once said when the airship fell...

"Dear Elizabeth, with me..."

"...you won't die so easily..."

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"Why, don't believe it? Or is it too shocking, so I can't make any expressions?"

With a cynical smile, there was a hint of chill in Phyllis's eyes: "I usually don't tell the truth to others, but this time is an exception."

"Oh?"

An Sen, who was biting his pipe, didn't move at all, and hummed lightly: "So I should be grateful, right?"

"Uh... that's not necessary." Phyllis's face changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "But what I said is true."

"So...you're the one responsible for killing me?"

"Oh no, no, there is another person responsible for killing you, and he has already missed it. Such an important task will not be entrusted to a small role like me."

Phyllis waved his hand: "No, otherwise I will deal with other minor troubles."

"What's the trouble?"

"apostle."

"Rune?"

"Of course, who else could it be?"

"Just you?"

"Only me, the only purpose of my existence is to ensure that Rune will die and never leave the new world - except for the corpse that is used as a research object, provided that there is really something left."

"…interesting."

Resisting the urge to complain, An Sen stared blankly at the guy in front of him who couldn't be described as bluntly. He really didn't know what to say.

That's right, he is a blood mage, and his strength is not low. I have already noticed this from the time we met, but he must not have reached the level of blasphemy mage; let alone Rune, it should be easy to win him if you are a little serious.

And is such an ordinary spellcaster who claims to be ready to kill an apostle?

"That... can you tell me a little about your plan? It's just out of curiosity. If it's inconvenient to speak, I don't need to ask."

"sure!"

Phyllis looked excited, as if he had finally found a partner who could share his secrets: "Not only that, but you are the most important part of my plan!"

"Me?" Anson raised his eyebrows: "...You might want to be more specific."

"It's very simple. You are the fiancé of the current head of the Rune family. No one is more trusted by the Apostle Rune than you. With you, no matter how much Talia Rune doubts, she won't ask more questions." Let's start chatting:

"And I can take the opportunity to get close to Rune, and then you will distort the reality, so that he can no longer hide his existence and be forced to 'come', so I can take advantage of it!"

"How about it, does it sound like a very feasible plan? Let me tell you a secret, these are all arranged by Glad Manfred, the great leader of the Knights of Judgment. The Battle of Red Hand Bay, which is not ready to be arranged, is also his masterpiece, and its purpose is to force Rune to come, and then I will kill him!"

"Of course, if you're still willing to help, that's perfect; but considering that you've probably already been killed by that time, it seems a bit unreasonable for you to be so troublesome... Well, do what you can, do what you can."

Phileas is still talking nonstop, his exaggerated movements and demeanor seem like actors on the stage, trying to make the audience sitting in the back row can clearly see his performance, engrossed and intoxicated. Appearance, as if everything is so logical.

With a light sigh, An Sen, who put his pipe to the corner of his mouth, snapped his fingers "Crack!"

Spell magic, [hunting].

"Boom-!!"

The golden-red light beam shot out from the smoke screen and penetrated Pheluth's torso from the position of the heart; at first there was a small bright spot, and then the detonating fireball directly engulfed the whole body.

This is just a small test.

For blood mages with extremely tenacious vitality, the lethality of [Hunting] cannot keep up with the speed of their recovery. They can only use deception, attack the heart and head with sneak attacks, and instantly lose the possibility of resistance.

And if it is the level of blasphemy mages, then even the heart and the head are useless... You must know other weaknesses that arise when they evolve - every blood mages have their fatal weaknesses, just like every law has its own fatal weakness. There are bound to be flaws, and the only possibility that you think you don't have is that you don't know it yet.

But for most enemies of the desecrated mages, it's useless to know.

"Aiya, he is really an impatient brigadier general."

With a playful smile, Phyllis walked out of the flames that had not yet dissipated. There was still a blood hole left by [Hunting] in his chest, and his heart that was burned to ashes had recovered most of it:

"I haven't finished speaking yet, and you started teaching... It's a little early."

"Really?" An Sen, who raised his eyebrows, slowly picked up the Inquisitor's revolver: "That's really rude."

"boom!!"

Almost without waiting for the words to fall, Anson, who raised the muzzle, was a set of six companies, and each bullet was stamped with Francisco's "acceleration".

Like magic, the head of Phyllis, who was hit by six bullets in an instant, disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a ball of blood floating in the air.

In the next second, the bursting blood globules splattered in the smoke screen, and the original wound had regrown a complete head.

Anson's expression finally became a little more serious.

Even a broken head can be instantly restored, there are only two possibilities... The other party's vitality has been strong to an indescribable level, or this is not his real head, and what he sees is just a body built by the other party with flesh and blood.

"If you can, please allow me to finish my speech before I start."

Phyllis said with a helpless and bitter smile, as if he was negotiating with a friend who was agitated: "What I just said is not a lie, it's all true, why do you just refuse to believe it?"

"Really! As long as you are willing to help me kill Rune and still survive, I can assure the Holy See that you will never be reduced to the same situation as Saint Isaac - at least you can have some personal freedom, and even It is entirely feasible to keep your present status until a hundred years from now!"

"Again, is this difficult for you to choose? It was only two years ago that the Franz family attracted you, and it was only two years ago that you became the fiance of the Luen family. A talented person with a bright future has unfortunately been reduced to a spell caster. Uh, your life in the past two years has been really... quite busy."

Phylles, who was stunned for a moment, didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "In a mere two years, why would a person like you who knew the value of his own use hang himself from a tree?"

"The Franz family, the Rune family... No matter how strong they are and how willing they are to invest in you, are they still stronger and more resourceful than the Holy See?"

"I'll tell you one more secret, Alan Dawn... Your loyal secretary, shouldn't you have forgotten it?" Ser Phyllis raised the corners of his mouth:

"He was born in a monastery and one of the youngest priests to be qualified as a 'secretary'; from the moment you set foot on the land of the new world, he regularly reported all information about you to the church...even when you betrayed The Kingdom of Lowe, after joining the New World camp, has not stopped."

"Because he is smart enough and loyal enough... Loyal to you, he knows that after betraying Clovis, the Holy See is your only choice in the future - to be a thankless king in a marginal area like the New World, and to be able to what sense?"

"And now that you have shown your worth, I... as your introducer, I am also willing to give you a chance. What else is there to hesitate?"

"Yeah, I don't understand there's any hesitation."

An Sen raised his brows coldly: "Maybe it's because someone just said that he was going to kill me?"

"Wanting to kill you and wanting to use you... aren't the two in conflict!" Phyllis shrugged with a smile:

"Just like you... You have a way to kill me from the beginning, haven't you done it for a long time?"

"You are right, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is indeed the case." An Sen nodded:

"I was hesitant... sorry, not next time."

The eyes on the slightly cold cheeks were gradually stained with a touch of scarlet, Anson let go of the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and the surrounding smoke gradually began to dissipate, replaced by another invisible force.

The next moment, the originally dry and hot air became incomparably chilling, and the awe-inspiring cold air penetrated Philus's skin and directly penetrated into the bone marrow.

The pupils of the young blood mage shrank suddenly, and the reality-distorting "law field" was slowly unfolding in front of his eyes like a scroll.

But there was no tension on his face, and he sighed with great regret: "Ah, so in the end, you still decided to stand on the side of the Rune family? It's such a pity."

While continuing to mutter to himself, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the iron ring around his neck—a tool used by the Holy See to bind and supervise spellcasters—with a little force, "Crack!" It was broken into two pieces, revealing the hideous wound below, which can only be left by cutting off the head.

The scarlet-eyed An Sen's expression condensed, and he, who had opened the domain again, finally felt something unusual.

Phyllis... This guy's breath, why does he feel "familiar", as if he had encountered it somewhere?

and many more! He, he won't be...

This is impossible!

How could his aura... be...

Exactly the same as August's? !

"Unfortunately, not only did you make an irrational decision, but you also missed the last chance to kill me..."

"Now you can no longer pose any threat to me."