I will be crowned king

"boom--!"

The moment the gunfire rang out, Louis couldn't even believe his eyes.

The hot lead bullets surged out of the gunfire, tearing at the air with the note of a death knell.

With a short loud noise, the delicate body in front of her suddenly shook, and bright red blood overflowed from the delicate breastplate in front of her... At that moment, Louis even heard the sound of her ribs breaking and smashing.

The lead bullet tore through the flesh and blood from the back, and the lead bullet that rushed into the body was already torn apart the moment it broke the first bone, exploding into countless fragments that impacted and tore at the surrounding internal organs.

The elf girl's eyes widened, her pale cheeks instantly filled with an expression of disbelief, and she subconsciously released her right hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the knife.

"Lou...Louis...I..."

She wanted to say something, but there was only blood mixed with minced meat and blood flowing out of her slightly opened lips; her clear pupils were losing their luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the elf girl with empty eyes slowly collapsed in a pool of her own blood.

Louis was stunned.

Just before he woke up from the shocking scene, Anson Bach, who was smoking a pipe, adjusted the "anonymous glasses" on his face, stepped forward, and then...

He pointed the gun at the elf girl in a pool of blood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One shot to the eyebrow, one to the target, one to the neck, and two to the waist.

The originally motionless elf girl struggled and danced in a pool of blood following the gunshot that burst her eardrums. In the slightly weird twitching movements, delicate blood flowers bloomed on her body over and over again.

The gunshots fell, and the corridor returned to its original dead silence.

After doing all this, Anson opened the magazine of the "dagger" as if nothing had happened, and began to reload the ammunition carefully one by one. He lowered his head and muttered to himself: "In this way... Louis, can you If you can’t calm down, please listen to my explanation first.”

"Before you...cut me into pieces."

After reloading the ammunition, Anson raised his head with a calm expression, and the blood-stained knife tip was pressed between his eyebrows.

Louis was gnashing his teeth as he knelt in a pool of blood. The plasma and ashes on his face made his delicate face look a bit ferocious. He gritted his teeth and glared at Anson's every move.

Amid the heavy breathing, his right hand, covered in burns and dripping blood, tightly grasped the handle of the knife; his constantly shaking arms proved that he was indeed trying very hard to restrain the urge to pierce Anson's head with the knife.

"explain!"

A simple word, Louis' pronunciation was like tearing Anson's flesh and blood.

"Time is tight, just three sentences!" Anson, holding a pipe in his mouth, stretched out his left hand and raised three fingers:

"First, I did not kill her; second, she is still alive; third, both of the above are true!"

Um? !

Louis' expression was obviously startled: "She..."

"She's still alive!" Anson couldn't wait to interrupt and said without giving Louis any time to think:

"She is no longer an ordinary Ysel elf, she is a spell caster and a blasphemous mage! She cannot be killed so easily - even if her power fades, as long as her heart is intact, she cannot be killed so easily!"

"Believe me, this is all in my plan - and it is absolutely a perfect plan - now besides Chanis, there are dozens of inquisitors and bundles of spellcasters outside. Do you want to take Frye with you?" If Ya escapes the eyes of all of them and escapes from the royal court, she must weaken the caster reaction in her body!"

"Do you understand? I promised that I would help you rescue her, and I will definitely do what I say. After that, whether you are going to cut me into pieces or grill me is up to you, but now please listen to my arrangement. That’s good, because we really don’t have much time.”

"She's still alive?!"

Louis' expression was full of shock, and there was a hint of panic and disbelief in his eyes: "But...but Anson, you...how did you know..."

"I……"

Anson was about to say "I just know", but the words immediately stopped on his lips.

No... You can't say that. Doesn't that mean you're exposing yourself as a spell caster? !

But not long after, Anson, whose mind was spinning rapidly, immediately thought of a perfect reason that would never be exposed: "These are all what Cole Dorian told me - yes, including what I told you before I came here. Too."

"Think about it, how could I, a devout and gifted person who believes in the Ring of Order, possibly understand this... Haha... You think so!"

Anson laughed twice, a little nervous.

"No, I mean..."

Looking at Anson who was desperately trying to explain, Louis paused for a moment and glanced at the bloody elf girl on the ground from the corner of his eye: "You...how do you know that you didn't hit her heart just now?"

"..." The corner of Anson's mouth twitched, and the smile froze on his face:

"……I just know it."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Just when the two were still "looking at each other affectionately" in front of Freya's body, bursts of roaring sounds suddenly came from outside the corridor door, mixed with intermittent screams and roars.

"what is that?"

Throwing away the hilt of the knife, Louis hugged Freya's body tightly with both hands.

The first time... the first time he discovered that the other party was so thin and petite, so light that it seemed as if he would cause more damage to her already riddled delicate body if he just exerted a little force.

But such a weak girl is still being used by her compatriots and becomes a victim of their usurpation of power...

"I don't know, but I really think we should go."

Anson, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, looked at the closed door and turned to look at Louis: "Listen, I only say it once, so be sure to listen clearly."

"Now you immediately take her out of the Yser Palace through the underground passage. After that, don't go to the siege position. Go directly to Antler Fortress to find Alan Dawn, who is my secretary, and ask him to arrange a carriage for you immediately. …Understand?!"

"Oh, one more thing." Anson took off the "anonymous glasses" and handed them to Louis: "Put these on her when necessary. It should save you a lot of trouble."

As a good person who likes to help others, Anson's consistent attitude is to either not help or to help until the end - this has nothing to do with the moral bottom line. The main thing is that only doing half of the things can easily make the situation out of control, often because the person concerned has slipped up. Good intentions lead to bad things.

Of course, the most important thing is that the living Louis is more valuable to him - honest people are always a scarce resource.

Louis, who forced himself to be calm, nodded in a panic: "Then...Lisa and Karin Jacques, what should they do?"

Anson was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, then sighed with a wry smile and patted his shoulder:

"Believe me, they are very safe now and there is no need for you to worry about them."

………………………

Twenty-three fifty-nine, Yser Royal Court, Praise Cathedral.

Under the pitch-black dome, figures in black trench coats emerged from the streets one after another, heading towards the cathedral that had been defiled by the Old God Sect.

Amid the screams one after another, the endless collision of sharp blades and the roar of gunshots, the death battle between the prey and the hunter began grandly.

Amid the blood splashed all over the sky, loose formations were maintained, and even the inquisitors fighting on their own were like ringing death knells, fighting hard among the piles of elven old god sects, using their corpses to pave the way forward.

Even though the Old Gods outnumbered them several times or even ten times, the battle was still almost a one-sided crushing.

As sentries responsible for the "faith purification" work of the parish and the suppression of the Old God Sect, the experienced inquisitors rarely act collectively. There are often two or three, or even one person responsible for a town or even several villages.

For them, it is normal for them to be outnumbered and have their escape route cut off due to traps, baits, hostages, blackmail, provocation, ambushes, assassinations, raids...

Even because of their "notorious reputation", they are often unable to get help from the locals, and are even driven away by some relatively remote villages that still retain the belief in the old gods... Of course, the fate of these places is generally not good.

But even though they were being slaughtered one-sidedly, the Elf Old God Sect was still rushing towards them in a steady stream; amidst countless sword lights and gun flames, the roaring figure was penetrated by lead bullets in the heart, and its empty eyes and head were , was smashed into a puddle of minced meat by iron boots and ax guns.

Under their desperate obstruction, the efficiency of the Truth-Seeking Cult was inevitably slowed down. After all, the numerical gap between the two sides was absolute.

"Damn it, haven't the palace and the library been finished yet?!"

A shot blasted out the heart of the Conjurer lying on the ground, and Cole Dorian couldn't help but curse; he raised his head, and surging blood poured out of the cathedral like a tide, and a palm with only bones stretched out towards him. He pounced.

But in the next second, the surging blood plasma disappeared like smoke, leaving only an elf black mage holding his head and screaming, with blood continuously flowing out of his bulging eyes.

"No, as of 11:55, the two offices have still not sent any information."

Accompanied by the calm words, the expressionless Sera Vergil appeared behind him at some point. His scarlet eyes looked into the eyes of the black mage:

"It's possible that something unexpected happened."

At the same time as the voice fell, the ax blade of the ax gun had chopped into pieces the head of the elf black mage. The headless corpse slowly knelt down on the ground, and the hands that were originally pressed on the head naturally drooped.

"Special...the Ring of Order is up, we only have less than two hours left!"

Cole Dorian gritted his teeth and kicked the headless corpse away: "If we continue to be dragged down by them like this, before we can clean them up, the Judgment Knights will come to help!"

"So what are you going to do?"

Sera asked, and there was no sadness or joy in her cold voice: "It will take at least another hour to completely annihilate the Old God sect of the church at the current speed."

"It's simple - fight into the church, rescue the Elf King, and kill all the bastards who want to stop me!"

He no longer has the patience to deal with this bunch of trash fish.

The next second, the raised ax gun exploded with thunder, and the flaming shotgun roared towards the road in front of him, tearing out a path of blood.

"Everyone - fight in!"

Cole Dorian, armed with a spear in one hand and an ax gun in the other, yelled: "Stop getting too entangled with those scum, break through the defenses, and capture the cathedral!"

There was no hesitation, let alone hesitation... All the judges abandoned their enemies at the same time and began to attack in the direction of the cathedral.

Under their desperate offensive, the line of the Elf Old Gods that could barely hold back immediately began to scatter, and even showed signs of collapse; the dazzling gunfire was like a baton flying up and down in the hands of a band conductor, turning this midnight battle to death Pulling towards climax.

The Elf Old Gods, who were aware of the Inquisitor's thoughts, finally reacted and panicked and began to gather in groups to try to stop their raid. Even the spellcasters who had been lurking among the believers rushed out one by one to confront the Inquisitor face to face. They fight.

But soon, they realized that they had made a fatal mistake - without the ordinary Old God believers who acted as "human shields", the Inquisitors would annihilate them faster.

"puff!"

The whistling ax gun smashed his shoulder. The running Cole Dorian directly grabbed the screaming elf blood mage, simply used him as his shield and gun stand, and quickly pulled the trigger towards the enemy directly in front.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The lead bullets kept making shrill screams, and amid the screams one after another, one figure after another was shot and fell to the ground, but more enemies still swarmed in and rushed towards him without fear of death.

"So...who gave you the courage...to stop me?!"

The roaring Cole Dorian's expression became more ferocious.

Fifty meters...thirty meters...twenty meters...the door of the church is close at hand.

Regardless of whether the Elf King is here or not, as long as he recaptures the Cathedral of Praise, tonight's mission will be half successful... After all, the reason for the Church of Order to mobilize the Judgment Knights is not only the Thirteen Councils, but another more critical excuse is the fall of the cathedral.

Under the organizational system of the Church of Order, the cathedral is not only an important large-scale religious center in each diocese, but also symbolizes the local "castle" and "fortress" of the Church of Order. The collapse of the cathedral means that the Church of Order has been invaded.

Only under this premise can the countries that have passed the second public order meeting in the 47th year of the Saints calendar allow the church to mobilize her only "regular army" and openly enter a country to launch military operations.

On the other hand, if the cathedral can be recaptured before then, then the church will have less reason to mobilize the Knights of Judgment; if it wants to take action again, the countries in the Order World will have justifiable reasons to accuse the church of violating the second public order. Commitments were made at the meeting.

So, as long as you rush into the cathedral immediately, then...

"Cole!"

Just when the Inquisitor was rushing to kill, Sera Vigil's exclamation suddenly came from behind: "Watch what's behind you!"

Um?

Letting go of the elf corpse that was already riddled with bullet holes, Cole Dorian turned around in the melee and looked behind him in confusion.

Nothing.

Sera, who looked anxious, kept shouting, but Cole was still confused; this... except for the dark starry sky, he saw nothing, nothing...

Um? !

"Wait! That is..."