I will be crowned king

Midnight, 10:40, two streets away from the Leiden Military Factory.

Cole Dorian, who was covered in blood, leaned on his cane and limped through the neatly lined infantry columns in the alley. He looked at the arsenal in the distance and walked towards a slender figure.

The female judge who heard the footsteps behind her slowly looked sideways. A pair of clear eyes under her long hair reflected Cole's ugly face, and she frowned slightly:

"Why are you back? Will it not arouse the suspicion of those people?"

"Suspect?"

The Lesser Inquisitor rolled his eyes: "The entire city has been blocked by soldiers from the Storm Regiment. Do these people still have time to be suspicious?"

"If I continue to stay there, do you want me to be killed by a volley or a cannon?"

Facing Cole Dorian's impatient complaints, Sera Vergil looked at his completely different face with an expressionless expression, and thought seriously for a minute:

"Cannon - for the sake of our former colleagues, I am willing to keep the memory of your face in my heart. Shooting may destroy this memory."

"...The Ring of Order is above, Serra Vigil, I am so grateful to you."

Cole, who was shaking all over, took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the urge to hit someone.

It's not entirely out of the manner an upright Clovis gentleman should have towards women, but more importantly because his colleague is a black mage who can read minds. When he loses his mind, it is easier for her to see certain " I don’t want to tell anyone”.

"So this is how you treat your colleagues, huh? Do you know what a dangerous scene I just experienced there and how hard I worked...Sierra Vigil, do you think you would treat a colleague like this who successfully completed the task?" Does it fit?"

The second-rate judge became more and more distressed as he spoke, and he felt aggrieved and even cried in his voice.

But the female judge didn't accept his trick at all.

"Danger, hard work...I don't even know what you are talking about."

Sierra said without looking back: "The most dangerous part of the entire mission is dealing with the five gang leaders. The hardest part is how to ensure that the identity is not exposed. Aren't these the things Anson Bach is doing?"

"As for you, Cole Dorian, you are just acting as a follower, completing some piecemeal work that Anson Bach is not suitable to complete."

The inferior inquisitor rolled his eyes again, but as he was used to the cynicism of his colleagues, he still limped forward with his cane.

"What's wrong with your legs?"

"I was shot while dealing with a certain spellcaster... let's not talk about that for now."

Recalling that he killed the young spellcaster, he turned around and left gracefully, only to step into the trap set by the gang... Cole's mouth twitched and he quickly changed the topic:

"I saw the captain when I came here just now."

"Um."

Sierra Vigil deadpanned.

"In addition to the captain, there are also Duncan, Wayne, Andrew, Sarris..." Cole, whose expression gradually became serious, read out one name after another whose appearance he could immediately recall:

"So what exactly is going on tonight that warrants the entire inquisitors of the Truth-Seeking Cult coming back from all directions and dispatching all of them?"

"What do you think?"

Sierra asked softly, her soft eyes glancing at the face that had become solemn:

"As a descendant of Dorian the Executioner, how can you not even know about such a thing?"

"I always hate it when you compare me and my grandfather to each other..."

Cole Dorian muttered quietly, but did not ask any more questions.

There is only one thing that can cause the Inquisition to be dispatched - to obtain full authorization from the local ruler in the parish it is responsible for, allowing the removal of the Old God elements in the area.

"According to the information obtained by the Church of Order, there are at least twenty spellcasters and one hundred to two hundred Old God believers in the Leiden Military Factory, all of whom have participated in smuggling, extortion, murder, and reselling laudanum... all All guilty of crimes worthy of death.”

Sera looked back at Cole with no emotion in her eyes: "Of course the most important thing is that they are all the Old Gods."

"There are also those Clovis nobles who support them and the black mages. If we don't stop them tonight, in a few days at least 30,000 innocent believers of the Circle of Order will become thugs who believe in the old gods. Here organize a terrible riot in a city."

"So we are fighting for the peace of Clovis, and by the way, are we on guard against the Black Mage?" Cole Dorian seemed to have guessed something, and asked word by word:

"Is it really just like this and has nothing to do with Anson Bach?"

The female judge stared at his serious expression, her tone still soft and calm:

"If you really want to know, why come to me and not Captain Lawrence?"

The inferior judge's expression changed slightly. Knowing that he said something wrong, he forced a smile and turned his eyes to the Leiden Military Factory in the distance.

"Anson Bach, I wish you were as smart as you've shown yourself to be."

Looking in the direction of the Leiden Military Factory, Serra Vigil whispered softly:

"If you still plan to leave here alive tonight..."

……………

Looking at the figure that appeared behind him and the sharp blade that penetrated his chest, "Rifling"'s expression had the word "unbelievable" written on his face, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The smiling "Cigar" raised the corners of his mouth and twisted the sharp blade tightly in his hand.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out from the mouth of "Rifling", and "Cigar", which was sprayed in the face, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth without a care, his scarlet pupils showing the greed of desire.

"I didn't expect it. Are you surprised, my good brother Rifling?" The cheerful "Cigar" looked indescribably happy, and kept twisting the sharp blade in his hand. He took out the pistol from his pocket with his right hand and held it. Lived the "rifling" head:

"You thought it was safe to blow my head off...well, that's true...but the old pocket watch used an illusion on you at the moment you fired, causing your vision and distance perception to be slightly off. Six shots In fact, all the bullets hit my back...although it was quite painful."

"To be honest, when you came to me to join forces, I was a little tempted; but unfortunately, compared to you, I am still more willing to rely on Old Pocket Watch."

"Oh! Don't doubt my loyalty to you. I was indeed on your side at the beginning, but..."

He paused deliberately and looked happily at Rifling's ferocious and twisted face:

"Who asked the old pocket watch to give more than you!"

The pale-faced "Rifling" clutched the sharp blade on his chest and spat on "Cigar"'s boots with disdain.

"Cigar" smiled nonchalantly and pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"boom!"

The lead bullet hit the floor with a flash of sparks, and the "rifling" penetrated by the ballistic trajectory turned into black smoke and disappeared from "Cigar"'s eyes.

With a startled expression, "Cigar" immediately turned his head and looked behind him, only to hear three gunshots coming from above his head.

On top? !

"Cigar" immediately dodged to one side with all his strength, but there were already two bullet holes with blood gushing out of his left hand and forearm. The lead bullet that hit the bone was completely deformed, biting the flesh and blood at the wound.

Holding the still bleeding wound with his left hand, "Rifling", who rolled to the ground from mid-air, sneered at "Cigar" who was panicking and snapped his fingers hard.

"Boom-boom!"

Two lead bullets exploded one after another, and the golden-red flames instantly swallowed up half of Cigar's body. As he screamed in agony, he stepped on his burning palm with his right foot and forcibly severed his entire left arm.

"is this necessary?!"

The bloody "Cigar" stood up weakly, his face extremely pale - he was a blood mage who relied on blood to fight, and such a large amount of blood loss would cause serious injuries to him even if it did not lead to death.

"Your heart is broken. Is it necessary to drag others into the water with you?!"

"Is necessary!"

"Rifling", who was covering his wound, weakly stood up from the ground, and the revolver in his right hand roared again:

"Especially for you bastard!"

The bullet shot out from the roaring red flames of the gun, leaving one scream after another that tore the air; the "cigar" with the bone spurs in its left hand dodged the trajectory of the exploding fire while rushing towards the "rifling" .

"Boom-boom-boom!"

"Cigar", which was staggered by the flames of the explosion, rushed out of the smoke, and the bloody bone spurs stabbed toward "Rifling"'s forehead.

"clang!"

Seizing the second before the cranial cavity penetrated, he decisively abandoned the "rifling" of the revolver and took out a short knife from his arms with his right hand, barely blocking the bone spur above his head.

"You old bastard, how many weapons do you have on you?!"

"Cigar", who spurted blood from his mouth, couldn't help but curse.

The weak "Rifling" was also not to be outdone: "Anyway, there are many more than you, a bastard!"

While cursing, he suddenly took away his right hand that was covering his chest, and stretched out his bloody palm towards the other party.

He, he is planning to imprint [Gathering Flame] on my body and drag me to death together? !

"Cigar", who immediately understood what he wanted to do, tried to hide in horror, but almost as soon as he stepped back, "Rifling"'s short knife was aimed at his neck, and he had to immediately raise his hands to parry.

"You old bastard!"

There was no smile at all on "Cigar"'s face, and his eyes were so frightened that they were filled with a crazy color:

"What's the benefit of you and me dying together? The business, the territory and the money of all of us! Everything automatically went into the pocket of Lao Pocket Watch - I thought you hated him as much as I did, but I didn't expect that you were actually Lao Pocket Watch's pocket. running dog!"

Bone spurs and short blades were intertwined, and the two people, almost face to face, stared at the trembling palm that was getting closer to the "cigar" bit by bit.

The struggling "Cigar"'s expression was distorted to the extreme. The burnt and ulcerated wound on the broken arm suddenly began to squirm crazily, and the flesh and blood mixed with pustules began to grow bit by bit, as if a new life was being born.

He wants to rebuild his broken arm immediately!

Every blood mage will gain a "power" at the moment of birth, and "Cigar"'s special ability is "blood" - as long as there is blood in his body, he theoretically has near-immortal power!

"Cigar" with split eyes had veins popping up on his forehead one by one. The blood on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by sarcoma-like arms and slender bone spurs extending from the broken arm.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……!!!!"

Amid the shrill scream, the bone spur in "Cigar's" left arm penetrated "Rifling"'s wrist, leaving less than one centimeter between it and his heart.

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, "Cigar" raised the corners of his mouth again, but soon he found that "Rifling" was also smiling at him... smiling like a dead man.

At this second, the desperate "Cigar" finally remembered the reason for the nickname "Rifling"... It was an extremely powerful spell that was difficult to guard against.

【Hunting】.

The sneering "Rifling"'s left hand, which was pierced by bone spurs, gestured like a pistol, and the "muzzle" was pointed at "Cigar"'s heart.

"boom!"

The golden-red light lit up the dark warehouse, and the cone-shaped flames shot out from the fingertips of "Rifled" like lead bullets, hitting the heart of "Cigar" accurately.

Almost at the same time as the hit, he dropped the "rifling" of the short knife and jumped back, dragging his bloody left hand, snapping his fingers with a "pop!"

The bloodless "Cigar" immediately felt warmth emanating from the healed wound on his back.

Oh no, it's the six-shot lead bullet!

"boom--!!!!"

Violent flames mixed with billowing black smoke filled the entire warehouse with loud noises and vibrations; the "cigar" that was instantly engulfed in explosions and flames disappeared from everyone's sight.

But "Rifling" doesn't care, because his target was never "Cigar" in the first place.

Instead, he was hiding behind him, preparing to kill both of their "old pocket watches"!

"puff!"

The golden-red "lead bullet" passed through the center of the chest of "Old Pocket Watch", leaving a bloody hole nearly as big as a fist in the chest.

The severe pain caused "Old Pocket Watch" to lose his mind for a short time. In that brief moment, he was distracted too much in observing the situation outside and only had time to see a bright color. He didn't even have time to judge whether he should dodge.

Apart from the black magic, he was just an old man who looked older due to his bad work and rest habits.

His knees weakened, and "Old Pocket Watch" fell helplessly into a pool of his own blood, staring with bulging eyes, and blood continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth and chest as he gasped for air.

Rifle, who was knocked away by the blast of air, stood up from the ground, dragging his left arm pierced by bone spurs, coughing violently while picking up the revolver on the ground.

"Looks like I lost my cigar."

The dying "Old Pocket Watch" sighed, covered his wound and smiled helplessly: "Dear Rifle, you are as lucky as ever."

"No, I am cautious enough."

"Rifling" said coldly: "The moment he almost stabbed my heart, my body deviated a few centimeters to the right - old pocket watch, you underestimate the distance of the curse mage."

"Yeah?"

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" locked his eyes on the revolver in his hand:

"Then let me ask you, with your current physical condition, how are you going to kill me with that pistol without bullets?"

After the words fell, a third figure walked out of the dissipating smoke.

The indifferent Anson stepped out of the shadows and pulled out the revolver from his arms under the gaze of the two men.

Then aim at the "rifling"!