I will be crowned king

The moment the voice fell, the bright sword light came with a heart-shaking scream; the blade, which could not even see the afterimage, changed three directions in succession according to Anson's reaction the moment before it attacked.

Speed, reaction, explosive power... Anyone who sees Louis Bernard's knife will not think that this is an action that a human can complete.

This is the power of blood, this is the gifted person - in the dark ages and even older eras, those "legends" and "heroes" relied on such terrifying and awe-inspiring power to fight against equally terrifying spellcasters and rule In other words, enslaving ordinary people.

Seriously, when facing gifted people and spell casters, is there really any difference for ordinary people?

Anson doubted this very much. Before the emergence of crossbows and muskets that could kill people at the touch of a finger, if an ordinary person wanted to resist the magician family or the gifted lord who enslaved him, which one would be more painful in the inner journey from anger to despair? ?

He didn't know, but he was very fortunate that he was also a gifted person, and that he was a gifted person with a hundred years of sainthood. Even if there was a gap in the power of blood, he didn't have to be as miserable as ordinary people in the dark ages. Can sit still and wait for death.

The moment he dodged backwards, Anson pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"clang!"

The collision between the lead bullet and the blade caused another ear-piercing loud noise. At the same time as the sparks flickered, the huge force coming from his right arm made Louis' face show a trace of surprise, and his eyes instantly locked on the still smoking muzzle... The blade in his hand also paused for a moment.

But it was only for a moment... The next second, the blade came in an instant, and struck Anson with a more violent slash than before.

Anson, who had no time to dodge, could only bite the bullet and push forward. The saber in his hand kept whining, trying to gain space for the "dagger" to fire.

"clang!"

Another shot.

Louis flicked the lead bullet again and waved the silver light in his right hand. The almost crazy slash forced Anson to retreat all the way. But the further he retreated, the more dangerous he became as he was pressed forward step by step.

Blessed by the power of the "Sea Knight" bloodline, at this moment Louis Bernard not only has physical fitness, but also his conditioned reactions have reached an absolute crushing level.

No matter how much Anson parries and dodges, he can never escape from the steel cage of dancing swords. If he takes even half a step wrong, he will be killed on the spot; even if the vision brought by his "superpower" allows Anson to make the most accurate judgment, the absolute distance of the curse mage It only allows Anson to forcefully dodge the most deadly attacks.

The blade that cut the air fell again, passing close to the tip of Anson's nose; the afterimage lingering in the air had not yet dispersed, and the blade tip had already pierced the throat of Anson who had taken half a step back.

Anson gritted his teeth and stabbed Louis' neck with the long knife in his right hand. The left hand hidden in his waist raised the "dagger" muzzle.

"clang!"

The moment the blade rang, the lead bullet split into three parts in the firelight; the fragments grazed the two men's cheeks, scratched a small piece of flesh on Anson's temple, and took away a few strands of Louis' golden hair.

On the sloping battlefield where the gunpowder smoke still lingers, the two people, unaware of everything around them, are fighting each other like ferocious beasts.

Under their feet, the golden ring of order flag representing Yser was withdrawing from the battlefield in an orderly manner. The Thun-Clovis coalition forces, who were shouting and fighting fiercely, were also chasing after and tearing apart like ferocious beasts that smelled the smell of blood. bite.

The Guards Corps, who did not dare to fight, still maintained the rhythm of retreat, constantly leaving troops behind, but it was still difficult to escape the pursuit of the coalition forces... In the end, it almost reached the point where one company had to be left behind after withdrawing one company.

In order to block the coalition's offensive, the artillery positions of the Guards Corps, which had run out of ammunition, organized a final round of artillery bombardment; dense rain of bullets poured down from the sky, forcing the coalition's leading troops to slow down their advance, but soon the rear-line troops took advantage of the situation. Between shellings, wave after wave followed like a tsunami.

Under the blood-red sunset, a fierce life-and-death pursuit battle took place in full swing. Thousands of corpses were used to draw a successful conclusion to the battle of Eagle Point City that lasted for dozens of days.

"I said, it's almost done."

The air-cutting wind of the knife grazed his cheek. Anson, whose face was already covered in blood, couldn't help shouting while parrying:

"Look! Look below. The Imperial Guards have withdrawn from the battlefield. Why do we need to continue fighting to the death?!"

"Because I'm still alive!"

The blades collided again, and Louis Bernard, with fire in his eyes, roared like a lion:

"Because I haven't lost yet!"

"You are using strong words to make sense!"

Unable to dodge, Anson held the sword across his head. The sharp slash of the blade made his arm and half of his body numb in pain, and he could no longer hold the weapon with his right hand.

"Then just think that I am arrogant!"

Louis pursed his lips tightly, and his pupils were already covered with bloodshot eyes as he tried to remain calm - the condition for maintaining the power of the "Sea Knight" bloodline is to remain calm at all times. Once he loses control of his emotions or shows signs of fatigue, it means that it is inevitable. Defeated.

"Beat me, or be defeated by me - this is the fate of the gifted, this is the fate of the knight!"

He suddenly stepped forward, the long knife in his hand like thunder falling from the clear sky.

"puff!"

Exhausted, the saber in Anson's right hand was bounced away by a blow. The moment the blade passed by, blood mist exploded in his chest.

But he did not panic at all because of the pain. His still calm pupils focused on the tip of the knife that tore through the blood mist and hit his neck. The "dagger" in his left hand roared again.

"clang!"

The calm Louis didn't hesitate for a moment. The moment Anson opened fire, he closed his sword and slashed across the target. The sparks burst out and shattered the lead bullet again.

Seizing this gap, Anson quickly retreated, keeping a distance from Louis, with the black muzzle of his left hand pointed directly at the door.

"Nice shot."

Facing the revolver pointed at his forehead, Louis did not attack immediately; he moved his wrist slightly, then raised the long knife, and lowered the tip of the knife downwards with his backhand.

"With a distance of less than three steps, in such a short time, you can make the most correct judgment immediately. The timing and aiming are perfect, forcing me to return to defense... Anson Bach, you are indeed an excellent opponent. .”

Louis, who didn't have a drop of sweat on his forehead, praised without hesitation.

"You...you are praising yourself..."

Anson, who was panting heavily and dripping with cold sweat, looked slightly pale, and his left hand holding the revolver was trembling slightly.

Although the power and range of this "Judge-only" revolver are beyond imagination, the recoil is not that great either. The continuous waist shooting plus the wound on the palm is a big burden even for him.

"No, I sincerely praise you."

Shaking his head, Louis looked at the revolver in Anson's right hand: "Your shooting skills are indeed very good, but have you run out of bullets?"

"Oh?" Anson couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth:

"Want to try it?"

Louis, whose face remained unchanged, looked into Anson's eyes and made a slight "please" gesture with his right hand holding the knife.

Anson chuckled, completely unfazed.

Damn it, why didn't he fall for it?

Is this guy who is so calm and flawless and is about to push himself into a dead end really Louis Bernard?

Just as he was complaining in his heart, the blade in Louis' hand struck again.

The attack without warning caused Anson to dodge instinctively, put the revolver with all bullets behind him, and pulled out the bayonet hidden inside from the cuff of his empty right hand.

"clang!"

The two sharp blades collided just a few centimeters away from Anson's neck, and brilliant sparks reflected in the dark brown pupils.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang..."

The short and slender bayonet flew up and down in Anson's hand, and he could barely keep up with Louis' speed by relying on his flexibility; the sparks that kept lighting up were like an invisible shield, blocking him firmly.

"Wonderful! Such excellent prediction ability is already comparable to His Majesty Herred's military attache!"

Louis still praised without hesitation, but the blade danced like a steel cage without any hesitation; he reduced the large-scale slashing and began to use shorter-distance straight thrusts and diagonal slashes to restrain the flexibility advantage of the bayonet.

The bayonet that was too short and too thin could not block all attacks; within a few breaths, Anson already had several wounds from his shoulders to his arms, and his uniform was stained with a faint dark red.

Anson's cheeks twitched as he was forced to back away... If he hadn't known that the other party was an honest man, he would have almost felt that Louis was deliberately being sarcastic and satirizing himself in a roundabout way.

"鈶鎯!"

At the moment of parry, the slender bayonet that suddenly stopped retreating wiped out a string of sparks on the snow-colored blade, stabbing Louis' right wrist diagonally.

Louis sheathed the knife unhurriedly, and the long and narrow blade rotated with the flexible figure, easily dodging Anson's nearly full blow.

But just as he passed by, Louis suddenly noticed something and his pupils shrank suddenly.

At that moment, he noticed that Anson was wearing a small monocle on his face.

There was nothing strange about the glasses themselves, but he had been watching Anson's every move and expression changes before that, and he didn't see this thing at all!

Looking back, the monocle on Anson's face had disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Is it an illusion, or did I see it wrong?

No, it's impossible... With the "Sea Knight"'s own insight ability enabled, there is no possibility of "dazzling eyes" or "illusion" at all!

What exactly is that...

In just a few stunned seconds, Anson, who had dodged behind Louis, was already attacking again.

The left hand still holding the revolver was hidden behind his back, and the bayonet held in his right hand was thrust out as he stepped forward.

"clang!"

Just when the bayonet was about to penetrate the back of his neck, Louis, who was incredibly fast, had already turned around, and the snow-colored long knife was blocked in front of him by the spinning figure.

At the same time, because he was holding the knife with both hands, the slender bayonet was completely suppressed, and the back of the knife was pressed against Anson's neck.

The outcome seemed to have been decided at this moment... The moment the blade fell, it was the moment Anson's head disappeared.

Anson, whose face was twisted in pain and dripping with cold sweat, suddenly raised his head and smiled at Louis reluctantly.

Uh-huh? !

Louis was startled for a moment, then his eyes suddenly opened wide.

I don’t know when, but Anson’s left hand hidden behind his back was no longer holding a revolver, but a... grenade? !

Anson naturally opened his palm, and the grenade with the fuse dropped to the ground, rolling freely on the ground and behind Louis.

Being fooled - this was the last thought that flashed through Louis' mind before the explosion.

"boom--!!!!"

Earth-shattering roars sounded on the sloping battlefield, and the billowing smoke instantly engulfed the two figures.

Almost at the same time as the explosion, Louis, who was holding the long knife tightly, rushed to the ground to dodge, but he did not wait for the fire as he imagined, the billowing heat wave that tore everything apart...only the thick gray smoke.

Then he realized he had been tricked again - it wasn't a grenade, it was a smoke bomb!

Holding his breath, Louis instinctively kept retreating, trying to get out of the range of the smoke bomb.

The next moment, gunfire rang out.

On the side!

The terrified Louis made an instant judgment, and the blade hidden behind his back pulled out a half-moon-shaped blade.

"clang!"

The fire burst out, and the incoming lead bullets instantly fell into pieces.

But...it wasn't just the buckshot that cracked.

Louis, who looked shocked, was stunned for a few seconds. It wasn't until he felt a wet touch on his cheek that he realized that only half of the long knife in his hand was left. The broken blade tore a long bloodstain on the left cheek.

After deflecting several rounds of large-caliber lead bullets, even the saber of the commander of the Guards Corps inevitably broke into two pieces.

The smoke gradually began to dissipate, and Anson appeared directly opposite Louis five steps away, holding a blood-soaked "dagger" in his left hand, with the muzzle of the gun pointed directly between his eyebrows.

On his slightly pale face, there was an extra monocle.

Anonymous glasses, a gift from Viscount Bogner, their only function is to exert a range of psychological suggestions on the people around them, so that the people around them will subconsciously ignore it or the wearer, but it has no effect on spellcasters and insights of level four or above. Invalid for those with internal talent.

Anson, who was cornered by Louis, still had to use this dark magic-type enchanted item - it was better than using the power of a conjurer in public. Even if he was accused, he would at least have a chance to regret it.

Relying on this "little gift" from Viscount Bognar, Anson avoided two fatal injuries and also got a chance to counterattack... although he almost got counterattacked again.

Of course, since it has to be used, the back-up prepared is not just a "grenade".

The smoke dissipated, and two entire companies of line soldiers surrounded the two men in the center. The loaded rifles were densely packed and stretched out like hedgehogs.

Outside the encirclement, Henares, who was sent by Leon Francois to rescue the siege, had his hands behind his back and looked at the two figures with a complicated expression - for a moment, he wished he could just order the soldiers to kill the two figures. This guy who has brought countless troubles to Thun and is likely to cause more troubles in the future has become a hornet's nest.

But he knew better that if he dared to give an order, the Clovis soldiers around him would tear him into pieces in the next second; and Thun, regardless of Clovis, Iser or the Empire, could never afford to offend.

Leon Francois...he would not thank himself for his obedient young master and the future Grand Duke of Thun. Instead, he would hate the Arcade family because he hurt his two most important friends. It penetrates to the bone.

Henares sighed softly, raised his head, coughed twice, and said in a deep voice to Louis:

"Dear Lord Louis Bernard, my lord Léon François has ordered me to invite you to meet at Eagle Point City in Clovis..."