I Will Be The Crowned King

It is like a slowly unfolding picture scroll from top to bottom: the purple moon hangs high in the night sky, spreading its eerie light to the town shrouded in billowing smoke; under the flaming sea of ​​fire, the dead corpses are enchanted by eerie The ray of light gave the power of rebirth, and staggered and struggled to climb out.

An Sen, with a splitting headache, desperately suppressed the increasingly abnormal body, and chased and killed with the mad Phileus between this sea of ​​fire and the corpse... The explosive fire continued to bloom between the corpses, sending the surrounding thick smoke. It dissipated little by little.

As the only manipulative spell magic that An Sen is skilled in, [Yan Yujia] is very demanding on mental power. The more complex the moves, the more concentrated you need to be... Even if the load is reduced by relying on the field, it is very important for An Sen at this moment. Can't maintain it at all.

The power of the apostles is far stronger than imagined. Even if they have no idea of ​​affecting the surrounding, their existence is already the biggest influence.

Whether alive or dead, the whales floating in the sea are affecting the existence around them all the time; swimming, eating, resting... Every natural behavior has the potential to make a group or region prosper, decline, and destroy .

While avoiding the surrounding corpses, the crazy-looking Pheleus manipulated his strange body to fight with Anson... The body covered with tentacles began to be covered by lumps that looked like cuticles and fungal infections. Sturdy enough to stop a single Inquisitor's revolver bullet.

"My dear Anson Bach, your time is running out!"

The scarlet eyes rolled wildly, and Phyllis smiled provocatively: "When the rune comes fully, Red Hand Bay... No, even most of the new world will become a purgatory full of walking dead under his influence!"

An Sen pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and while enduring the pain, he snapped his fingers again, and rubbed the [Wound Canvas] onto the lead bullet.

Load, raise, fire!

"Boom!"

The screeching bullet perfectly reproduced the wreckage left after the tentacles burned out, blasting a half-human-sized pit in the ruins.

Phyllis, who was dodging in a panic, still didn't forget to keep his smile, his deliberate appearance seemed to be frozen on his face, and he was forced back a bit by the attack that didn't hurt him at all.

Even at the moment of Rune's arrival, Anson's domain was still not lifted... As long as he was injured, even if it was only a slight injury, he would be killed on the spot!

Of course, in the state of Pheleus, he died a long time ago and can no longer die. He can barely survive purely by relying on the "restraint" of Rune; it is completely unknown whether he is still affected by the law.

Obviously, the caster of the Knights of Judgment did not intend to try.

"You know, I've always been curious about constraints, and your life and death, which is the most important to Rune?"

The flesh and blood tentacles blocked Anson's attack path, and the surrounding corpses also blocked the space for dodging and retreating, so Pheluth's voice became arrogant again: "And if you violate the constraints, what will happen to the god-like people? result?"

"Will it get out of control, or will you lose your mind completely, or will you be on the verge of collapse because of this, and be attacked by your own power?"

"Is this what you call a plan?"

Sideways dodging the knife stabbed by the corpse, An Sen, who turned over to carry the gun, said coldly: "Taking this ethereal thing as the only hope for defeating the apostles, I don't know whether to praise the Holy See for being brave or incompetent - I actually count on you guys. Defend the Ring of Order."

"boom-!"

The incomplete head was blown to pieces like a watermelon blossoming, and the movement of swinging the knife immediately fell like a puppet with a broken string.

But this is not the end... Ten minutes at the latest, three minutes at the fastest, these corpses will get up again, strike with weapons, with their hands, with their teeth, with their bodies... with all the means at their disposal, until Not even the last residue is left.

The flesh and blood affected by the power of Rune seems to have an unimaginably powerful vitality; unless it is completely wiped out, even if there is only a drop of blood left, it will continue to exist in a special way.

"Suddenly he became more talkative."

The pustules of the tentacles on Pheluth burst one by one, and the pus and plasma that spewed out were given life at the moment of spilling, and they swam around alive-like some kind of gelatinous, bouncing peculiar creature. .

Almost in the blink of an eye, these pus and blood droplets began to swell, turning into strangely shaped flesh balls, the droplets dragging the non-stop flowing mucus, growing out something that had absolutely nothing to do with humanoids. Limbs.

"To be honest, I'm even a little afraid that you have become dumb because of Rune's influence. It's really reassuring to see you look the same."

There was a gap in the face of the meatball monster. Inside were the upper and lower mouths, as well as the mouth full of teeth on the tongue. Even the roots resembled tentacles, but there were three forked arms waving randomly, like a child playing around. Anson pounced.

"Oh, that really bothers you."

Anson threw up the Inquisitor's revolver and returned fire, roaring with golden red gun flames spewing out from the muzzle, smashing these monsters that were so twisted that even ugliness became a compliment.

He suddenly remembered that when the Lord of the Abyss was besieging the Beluga Harbor, he seemed to have used a similar routine, and the scale was much larger than that made by Pheleus.

As the eternal pursuer of vitality, the power of the blood mage is its own vitality; this power will be reflected in the strength of flesh and blood at first, with a powerful body that human beings can never have, and no way to be killed, even if seriously injured and dying. The vitality of instant recovery, the end point is a perfect and eternal existence, becoming beyond everything, no longer needing the outside world, and can survive in any environment alone, even in a world where there is no "environment".

The world may perish, and power will end, but the bloodline of the great Pluto, the master of blood magic, will never die, and will always exist.

The body that became more and more difficult to suppress made Ansen unable to control the urge to associate, and the familiar voice began to echo in his mind:

"...In short, based on the viewpoint that 'the deterioration of blood vessels is not due to mating, but because it can no longer achieve such strong emotions'...as a characteristic of life...it is very likely that it cannot be modified..."

"...Since that's the case... Can the collision between mutations... give birth to a bloodline that doesn't have this characteristic?"

"...use mutation as a specific attribute...and then use good feedback to ensure that this bloodline can be completely inherited, even strengthened..."

"...What we need to do is to wait, wait for them to give birth to the best mutation..."

"...Uncover the secret of the fusion of the three magics...from the moment of birth...the bloodline that breaks the shackles of the world..."

The chaotic voices sounded repeatedly, but An Sen, who had a splitting headache, gradually became clearer. The last little bit of confusion accompanied the last piece of the puzzle, and finally became clear.

I understand, I finally understand.

August... I still underestimate myself... No! It's because his level is too low that he can't understand this guy's true thoughts at all, and at the same time because he is a human being, even if he is unconscious, there is still a little bit of bottom line.

But that guy... um, he doesn't have one.

The Knights of Judgment, or the Holy See simply did not understand that from the very beginning, Rune had to be forced to descend from hiding, and it was not the so-called "restraint" that showed his power!

It was only because of another apostle that an apostle could be forced to do something he didn't want to do!

And this smug idiot in front of him actually really believed this kind of thing - if he guessed correctly, his final plan was probably to force Rune to violate the "restraint" and cause it to become abnormal, turning into empty power but no Sensible monster, right?

This is also in the interest of the Holy See, and can justifiably fight jihad; at the same time, the new world that has become a purgatory on earth will no longer be a thorn in their eyes, but an important living target.

But they didn't understand that what they were holding in their hands was actually an absolute trump card, a trump card that was truly enough to shake and even make Rune fall!

"Um?"

Phyllis, who noticed the abnormality, was suddenly startled, and his pupils, which had gradually started to rot, twitched vividly.

The guy who was holding the revolver on the opposite side and kept chasing him suddenly disappeared, and the biting coldness in the air disappeared without a trace... Only himself and hundreds of corpses were left, wandering on the burning ground.

Domain... Anson Bach, he released his domain?

"Interesting... It's really interesting!" Phyllis suddenly laughed loudly:

"You took the initiative to release the domain, and even hid yourself... So you gave up completely and didn't plan to kill me again, did you?"

"It's really disappointing. I thought you could hold on until now, but what kind of trump card is there to make a comeback, but it turned out to be just a bluff!"

"It seems that the Holy See really overestimated you! It is a serious misjudgment by the Holy See to list you as an important target that must be captured at this level."

"Congratulations, Lord Anson Bach, I will report this information to the top, and let the Holy See and the Knights revoke the special pursuit order against you, and let you be a common blasphemous mage and the old gods. Everyone shouts in the world of order. call taxi!"

Pheleus grinned madly, but the fear in his heart was quietly expanding... Up to now, Anson Bach was still the one who had the upper hand, and there was no reason to escape from the realm.

What's more, where can he escape under the current situation? The power of an apostle is not like a blasphemous mage... From the moment Rune descends, there can be no place in the whole new world that can be called "safe".

What's more, isn't it more dangerous to take the initiative to remove the realm when the apostle comes?

"Then why do you think I have released the realm?"

Gentle voices sounded, and the stunned Pheleus suddenly turned his head back half a circle to look at the burning sea of ​​fire.

Under the full purple moon, Anson Bach, whose figure and moonlight were integrated, was reflected in his rotten pupils.

"you…"

Phylles, who was stunned, paused for a while, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

can't feel...

I... can't feel Anson Bach's existence.

He was clearly standing in front of him, and he was standing in front of him so truly, but he couldn't feel his existence... His magical breath, his life activities, temperature, wind resistance, voice...

He is like a phantom, a phantom just used to deceive vision!

"Ha! Hahahahaha..."

Resisting the fear in his heart, Phyllis began to force a smile: "Using the laws of the domain to distort reality, so that people around you can't feel your existence... Anson Bach, you think you can escape the power of the apostles in this way. ?!"

"I pity you, really... racking your brains in order to compete with the power of the apostles; unfortunately, all you do is useless work, and you are destined to watch the results you least expect happen!"

"This is the difference in strength. It is a generational difference between you, a little blasphemous mage, and an apostle that can never be erased!"

Phyllis's cries became more and more frantic, but even he could hear it. Compared with his previous self, he was really only bluffing.

And what responded to him was Anson's silent mockery and a slight step forward.

Without the slightest hesitation, Phileas suddenly clenched his right hand, ready to release his tentacles at Anson's feet—since the opponent had already released his domain, at least he wouldn't have to risk his death on the spot if he was hurt.

Then... nothing happened.

No, it's not that there is nothing at all... Staring desperately at the motionless eyes, Phileas realized that he couldn't move!

As for Anson Bach on the opposite side, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still maintains the posture that he is about to step out.

Spell magic, [Nine Palaces Chessboard].

Within the area, everyone—all living beings—must follow certain established rules and act in a turn-based manner.

The caster can decide the rules, but they are known to all affected beings the moment they take effect; no one can act until someone's action is over.

That's right, this is also a superficial imitation of the domain and the law. Although the effect has the same compulsion as the law, the caster will also be affected... It seems to be meaningless except that it can restrain the enemy.

But this is enough, because as long as it is within the casting range, all life must obey the turn-based principle and must act in sequence.

All life... nature also includes Rune.

As long as Rune is willing to take the initiative to accept the restrictions of Anson Bach's law field, then all his actions must be started on the turn of his actions.

"In other words... as long as it kills you before it's Rune's turn, it doesn't mean Rune didn't fulfill the so-called 'restraint' you said." Anson said lightly:

"One thousand eight hundred eighty-five... Counting all the living beings that can still move around, there are a total of one thousand eight hundred and eighty-five within the range of my spellcasting."

"I am the first, you are the third..."

"Then you can guess, Rune..."

"Who is he?"

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