I Will Be The Crowned King

Outside the town of Red Hand Bay, the New World Corps positions.

On the ground that was constantly shaking, the sound of rumbling explosions came and went; the torrential rain and thunder that seemed to sweep the world were the wheels of the new era, rolling over the flesh and blood of thousands of souls who came from the old era mercilessly.

After leaving behind a large number of damaged, malfunctioning, and besieged companions, it was decided that the Land Cruiser formation of the Knights continued to charge forward under the personal leadership of the Grand Commander, and took the third line of defense in less than ten minutes. position.

This is already the theoretical "rear" of the entire line of defense. There are only large and small foxholes and basic traffic trenches. The flat ground is used for stacking trucks, assembling cavalry and troops in the standby stage, and there are scattered numbers. camp of an infantry regiment.

At this stage of the battle, the Red Hand Bay line of defense can basically be considered to have been lost... The fourth line of defense behind is the headquarters position, and the fifth line of defense is nothing to defend against; the deep trenches and fortresses in front of the enemy company Can you break through, is it difficult to have a few field hospitals and investigative posts?

But the Land Cruiser formations, which were able to break through even the ravines and trenches, were blocked in traversing the open terrain they were best at.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!

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One after another ferocious black shadows rage in the sea of ​​flames, continuously pouring fireworks of destruction towards the sides and the front, unintentionally showing the energy of steel, steam and gunpowder.

Until the piercing scream traversed the battlefield, the rumbling wheels stopped abruptly.

"Warning! Albert's crew was attacked, the driver is suspected to be killed, and the enemy has a weapon that can penetrate the armor of the Land Cruiser..."

"boom-!"

Before the crew observer finished speaking, another lead bullet had also penetrated the armor of the carriage, turning him and the head of a main gunner into a shattered watermelon. Inside the blood-smelling carriage, everyone's expressions Filled with shock and fear.

"Hurry up, it's time to retreat!"

In a foxhole 400 meters away, Lisa, who was lying on the ground, urged the surrounding soldiers, put away the steam rifle in her arms, and even crawled and rolled towards the traffic trench next to her.

Before they could hide in the bunker, the revenge of the Knights of Judgment came as scheduled. The rapid buckshot splattered a string of dust around the foxhole, and the next two shells directly collapsed a trench.

Under the bursting firelight, the girl who quickly swayed her short legs had already moved the soldiers to the next firing position:

"Lal, Danny, immediately notify the artillery to fight back and cover! Moriah, Misha went to Fabian and said that Lisa was going to fight back! This group of bad guys who use weapons to bully people, the big sheriff will definitely not Easy to forgive, wow ah ah ah ah...!

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Ten minutes later, the howitzers hidden in two artillery bases, one high and one low, began to roar, pouring anger on the battlefield at a speed of five shots per minute.

The howitzer designed by William Gottfried was simpler and cheaper than the model Clovis had just begun to introduce, and could fire not only at elevation, but also at depression.

With the artillery fire as a signal, the shrill iron whistle sounded one after another on the position, and the soldiers of the grenadier regiment and the guard company stepped on muddy boots and the corpses of their comrades, and launched an assault in groups of threes and fives.

After paying half a battalion of casualties, the grenadiers finally found a way to entangle these large iron blocks without being "rolled" by a burst rifle and fired by a smoothbore gun like a linear phalanx. The method of collective ascension: reduce the scale of the battle.

Divide the company into half-platoons, the most experienced veterans are in charge of command and action, all orders are issued in advance, the direction of attack and counterattack is indicated by artillery, and the whistle is used to contact nearby comrades...

This nimble fighting style was familiar and a headache for Land Cruiser formations, as the knights of the Order of Judgment fought the same way.

The grenadiers did not judge the level of knights, and it was almost impossible for the weapons in their hands to do any damage to the steel armored Land Cruiser, but this was not absolute - the armor was only thick enough in the front and sides, the top and rear were out of Design considerations are very thin, grenades, or rifles can penetrate close enough.

"Seriously, I'm beginning to doubt the accuracy of your intelligence, Colonel Roman."

Fabian with a black face leaned on the sandbag in the trench and stared at the guy who was playing with the steam rifle in front of him.

"You seem to be in a hurry, Colonel Fabien." Roman said without looking back:

"Before I came, I heard that former Guards Major Fabian is an extremely patient person... It seems that a person's evaluation often does not match their own."

"That's right, so I shouldn't believe your reinforcements, right?"

Fabian's heart is bleeding. Although it is the task of blocking the aftermath that he took the initiative to undertake, the Grenadiers are Anson Bach's most important trump card - they were the original combat units of the Storm Legion, and many later formed alone, or The junior officers of other infantry regiments were recruited from here.

If this core base is damaged, it will definitely have a big impact on Brigadier General Ansen Bach's status... He has already begun to regret believing someone's nonsense, and took the initiative to stay to stop the Knights of Judgment.

"Allow me to remind you that the steam rifle in your hand is Miss Lisa's trophy. If it is damaged, you will have to pay for it." Fabian said coldly: "Also, where did you get the Knights of Judgment? Some metal cartridges?"

"Oh, don't you already believe the information I provided?" Roman, who had a frosty face, sneered, but he still didn't turn his head. Fully exposed Land Cruiser:

"Don't worry, reinforcements will appear soon, and it's definitely something you didn't expect."

Fabian's face is getting more and more ugly... He is really getting more and more understanding now that Lord Anson Bach is cooperating with the people of the Truth Society, and at the same time resisting the urge to smash them into pieces.

Forget it... Anyway, as long as Miss Lisa is around, the Grenadiers will not be completely wiped out. After all, that "lady" will never watch the lovely Miss Lisa take care of Anson Bach. Brigadier General paid too much for her.

Just when Fabian was still hesitating whether to continue to organize a counterattack, an icy aura came from the direction of Red Hand Bay again; even though he had been psychologically prepared, he couldn't help shivering.

"Second time to expand the field... It seems that Anson Bach has encountered a very difficult opponent." Roman said without changing his face: "Otherwise, with that guy's character, he would definitely not... eh? "

Vaguely aware of some abnormality, Roman's expression froze; not only him, but Fabian, who was next to him, couldn't help but turn his head to look at the town, his eyes full of doubts.

On the other side of the battlefield, the girl who was trying to sneak a Land Cruiser to play with also stopped what she was doing and stared curiously in the direction of the town.

She didn't know exactly what happened there, but she vaguely felt that there was a very familiar smell... And it was different from Anson Bach and Sister Thalia's. It was the kind of subconscious that made her feel very comfortable and at ease. , Safe taste.

"What the **** is it, weird..."

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At the moment when he met Phyllis's eyes, countless memories were brought back to Anson's mind.

It was a middle-aged man in an ordinary robe, with chestnut hair, emerald eyes, and a very gentle smile...

wrong!

The current self is still entangled by two timelines, and must try to avoid remembering information that does not belong to this timeline!

Can't associate, can't associate, can't associate!

Anson shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself forget those overly impressive images and turn his attention to the present.

That's right, although the other party's aura is... strange, that doesn't change the fact that he's still just an ordinary blood mage, and it's not difficult to win.

It's the iron ring around his neck... If I remember correctly, it should be a tool used by the church to restrict spellcasters. Shouldn't it only be taken down by the person in charge of monitoring him?

Or is this Sir Phileus special, so the Holy See and the Knights of Judgment have given him privileges, so why should he wear it?

To hide the breath? An ordinary blood mage is worried about being discovered by others, so he still...

Wait, can't associate!

"Well, you look like you can't believe it... It's rare."

Looking at Anson whose expression changed dramatically, Phyllis's mouth twitched into a playful smile: "It seems that Rune really trusts you, and is willing to share this kind of information... No wonder you are reluctant to betray her."

"However, this kind of thing is not a secret to the Holy See at all. Don't think that the Holy See is really arrogant to the point of disdain for the enemy. Our understanding of the Three Old Gods, the Blasphemy Mage, the evolutionary path and even the apostles, and No less than those of you who so-called 'hold the truth'."

"It would be better to say that it is precisely because they are enemies that they become more and more similar to each other until they are indistinguishable from each other... Well, this seems to involve a little philosophical issues."

While speaking, Phyllis suddenly clenched his right hand.

"Puff puff!"

Dozens of flesh and blood tentacles ripped open the ground, surrounded An Sen like crazy vines, and rushed towards the incomparably thin figure.

Anson, who was still trying his best to get rid of some information, did nothing and stood silently.

boom-

The tentacles exploded into the sky in the air, and not a single drop fell on An Sen's body when it was spilled.

Pheleus, who was smiling unabated, didn't care, his right hand that slowly stretched forward gradually withered, and then swollen, turned purple, and grew a pustule that covered the entire back of the hand. The yellow-green pus mixed with bloodshots kept rising. , up to the size of a wine glass.

Without the slightest hesitation, Phyllis twisted off his right hand, and the gushing blood watered the palm that was beginning to rot. The air began to fill with a mist of the color similar to the pus, and every breath seemed to be madly whispering enough. The maddening sound, even just taking one breath, can make a normal person have a splitting headache, and his soul will not stay.

In the next second, a raging fire burst into the air.

"boom-!

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The dazzling fire flashed and extinguished suddenly, without any sign, and Phileas didn't notice when it ended, only that the fracture of his right arm was still bleeding, and the poisonous mist in the air had disappeared.

At this time, Anson finally moved.

In the bone-chilling coldness, Phyllis barely had time to react, and a bayonet had already pierced his eyebrows; when he reacted again, Anson Bach had already flashed in front of him, and the judge's revolver in his right hand was clinging to his heart. Location.

"Huh, it's Francisco's acceleration again?"

Phyllis couldn't help laughing out loud, because his brain was pierced by the bayonet, his eyes couldn't focus at this moment, and his mouth was drooling continuously: "It seems that you haven't learned your lesson yet, now you..."

"boom-!

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The six-company's lead bombs directly shattered Phyllis's chest, heart, ribs, lung lobes, vertebrae... Almost half of his body was adhered to the last bit of skin under his armpits.

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Even so, Phyllis still didn't care: "...It's impossible to kill me!"

The moment the voice fell, his expression suddenly changed.

The head that was pierced, the chest that was blasted to ashes...it didn't recover.

Feeling the icy air around him, Pheleus, who had already begun to think in a confused way, suddenly realized: "You, shouldn't you..."

The words stopped abruptly, and his cheeks, who had lost his lung lobes, had completely turned purple, like a stinky meat that could rot at any time.

"I distorted the laws around me. Here, the injuries I received cannot be recovered." An Sendan said, "Yes, this environment is also a little dangerous for me. If it’s not clean, it’s impossible not to get hurt at all.”

"But it doesn't matter, because you are going to die soon... No matter how tenacious your vitality is, you will not be able to survive without so many internal organs and a bayonet in your head."

"Of course, you can also crack my rules, find loopholes and countermeasures... To be honest, if you can really do it, I'm really looking forward to it, and I'd love to see it."

In the biting chill, Anson's mocking words floated.

The existence of the other party is indeed very special. If the opportunity is right, you should try to stay and collect more information, but not today... and listening to his tone, it seems that there are still some terrible cards that have not been brought out.

Well, it's better to kill this kind of guy as soon as possible.

An Sen, who had made up his mind, nodded slightly, but just as he snapped his fingers and prepared to set Philly on fire, the corner of his eye accidentally caught a glimpse of something.

It was a moon, a very beautiful full moon.

Exudes a strange purple light.