I will be crowned king

The low words were like the shrill cries of night crows, swirling in the minds of the three of them; as if some instinctive voice was issuing the final warning over and over again, not to look directly at the existence in front of them.

Ian, who was stiff all over, stood there like a sculpture, with fine cold sweat dripping from his forehead and neck, and the bloodshot eyes in his pupils spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not until this moment that he finally realized what a terrible mistake he had made - he had seriously underestimated the determination of the indigenous cultists and the reckless behavior of "some people".

They actually let Harold swallow the Egg of the Fallen God? !

For a middle-aged man who is over forty years old and has never been exposed to the three major magics and has never completed the "branding", it is impossible to resist the power in the fetal egg; he will be transformed into the "Meteor God" who has not yet been born. The container that incubates itself is gradually absorbed as nutrients, distorted and mutated bit by bit, and finally completely devoured and occupied.

Moreover, this kind of "unqualified" container is destined to be unable to allow the fetus to be born normally; Saint Isaac mentioned this in his notes. The vicious events that were rampant among the Old Gods in the era of sectarian schism were very important. Some of them are tragedies caused by a chain of events caused by the mistaken birth of a certain "apostle's" bloodline.

Those cultists...are they planning to sacrifice a precious fetal egg and destroy the entire Beluga Harbor?

He actually ignored all of this, and even secretly directed Anson Bach to alert this group of heretics, intensifying the conflict and accelerating the incident.

The Faithless Knights...the entire Crecy family may face an unprecedented disaster because of their own mistakes!

Ian's mind was in a mess, and he struggled desperately with his body that could no longer move. He lowered his eyes to his companions and found that Derek, who was holding two knives, was also motionless.

Next to him, Carno was still kneeling on one knee. He closed his eyes tightly and tightly grasped the spear that was submerged in the ground with his violently trembling hands.

He had no choice but to raise his head, try hard to look at Harold's "part" that was probably his face, and force out a smile:

"Good evening, Harold... Mr. Speaker, what can I do?"

Harold raised his eyebrows, and his long and thick eyelashes squirmed as his eyes moved:

"What's the matter? That's the question I should be asking... You came to my house uninvited and made a mess here. Don't you think you should explain it to me?"

"Also, what is the 'Speaker' you just mentioned? Is it some kind of honorific?"

It seems that the fetal egg has eroded into the brain... The smile on Ian's face became stiffer: "Yes."

"Besides, we have nothing to do with the chaos in the warehouse. This was all done by... Anson Bach! We are just here to rescue our friends and want to take them away, that's all!"

He deliberately mentioned Anson Bach, wanting to use this as a breakthrough to see how much of the other person's memory and sanity was still preserved, so as to confirm his next move.

The ceiling of the large warehouse is right above his head, but now there are soldiers from the garrison corps everywhere outside. The other party can even directly see through the concealment barrier he has created. If he wants to retreat, he must find a suitable opportunity.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Harold's eyes showed a trace of confusion, completely forgetting that he had mentioned this name less than three minutes ago: "Anson Bach, such a familiar name... Who is he? "

"No one!" Ian said quickly, and at the same time he exchanged glances with Carno, who happened to have his eyes open, and everything was clear:

"He's just an annoying little person, not worth mentioning. You don't need to pay too much attention to him."

"Nobody?"

Harold's expression suddenly turned cold: "You call the colonial garrison commander, the guy who completely 'killed me', a nobody?"

"Uh...yeah."

Facing Harold, who was alternately sane and insane, Ian, who tried to maintain his composure, said firmly: "Compared with the respected Speaker Harold, he is just a little person who bullies the weak by relying on others' power."

"That's right." Harold nodded slightly at first, and then showed a confused look in his eyes again:

"Who are you talking about?"

Ian Clemens: “…”

Just when the situation reached a stalemate, a violent explosion sounded again from below the warehouse, and the shrill screams were mixed with the sounds of heavy military boots and neat volleys of gunfire.

Ian's pupils shrank slightly for an instant, and he immediately realized what happened - it was people from the garrison, and they came in.

Judging from the sound, the other party is near the gate, and they should be preparing to break down the door to rescue the residents trapped by the fire; and this passage is one of the corners closest to the ceiling. Considering the structure of the entire warehouse... where they are standing now happens to be the soldiers directly above.

Harold also heard the sound, and his confused face froze slightly. Just when he was about to lower his head, a shower of gunshots rang out again.

"boom--!"

A stray bullet passed through the gap between the floors and steps, and lightly grazed Harold's side; the hot lead bullet crushed the squirming hairs, causing yellow-green pus to spurt out.

Looking blankly at the small wound, the confused Harold seemed not to understand what happened.

"Derek—do it!"

Ian growled with wide eyes. He decisively abandoned the useless revolver, crossed his open hands in front of him, and then clenched them into fists.

The immobile Wild Hunt Knight and Carno, who was kneeling on one knee, instantly felt their whole bodies relax. From head to toe, they felt lighter than ever before, as if they had just experienced a rebirth.

At the same time, Ian's whole body froze, and all the blood vessels in his body burst out one by one. "Plop!" He fell to his knees.

呲鎯——

The Wild Hunt Knight, who had broken free from the restraints, did not hesitate and pounced decisively on Harold, who was still confused. The bright silver sword light twisted and deformed in the billowing heat wave, making an ear-piercing scream.

Just when Harold was about to be torn into pieces, the eyes on his forehead suddenly turned and stared at him.

Without enough time to dodge, Derek's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood that filled his ears spurted out. His cheeks instantly swelled to purple, as if they would explode in the next second.

"puff!"

The pitch-black spear stretched out from the floor under his feet without any warning, and accurately stabbed Harold in the forehead; the pierced eyeball exploded like a water ball, and was stirred into Harold's skull along with the tip of the spear. .

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Harold's brain was shattered by the tip of the gun and he screamed hysterically. The other two eyeballs rolled upward and turned white. The hairs all over his body began to squirm and grow crazily. Some even grew shapes that resembled arms and palms, while others were similar. Arthropod tentacles…

Derek, whose face was covered in blood, seized the opportunity... He did not pounce on Harold, but raised his foot on the spear to use his strength and shot straight to the ceiling.

"clang!"

Under the sharp blade, the ceiling of the large warehouse was torn apart; the howling cold wind poured into the passage along the breach, making the three of them tremble all over.

"rush out!"

Carno, who was holding the spear tightly, roared hoarsely. He supported Ian, who was already unsteady, with his shoulders, and thrust forward. The sharp tip of the spear penetrated Harold's head directly, and sprinkled water on the ceiling. The plasma gave off a strange burnt smell; the bubbles that appeared not only did not evaporate, but burned.

Glancing at his partner behind him from the corner of his eye, Derek's eyes flashed with hesitation, but immediately became determined again.

Although he didn't know why Ian insisted on their retreat, nor did he understand how this had anything to do with the situation of the Cressey family, Anson Bach's attitude, or the politics of Beluga Port.

As long as he is still the leader of the Faithless Knights, he must obey!

But Harold had no intention of letting go of the prey he was about to get... The savagely growing "hairy tentacles" swarmed towards the Wild Hunt Knight, trying to capture him alive.

The leaping Wild Hunt Knight rushed towards the starry sky without hesitation, followed by thousands of tentacles, like flowers blooming in a sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, Ian, who was trembling all the time, suddenly opened his clenched right hand, and with great difficulty made a finger snapping motion, and then...

"Snapped!"

Crisp notes played in everyone's ears at the same time. Derek under the night sky was like a chalk drawing on a blackboard, being "erased" bit by bit, first the arms waving two swords, then the head, torso... The stars disappeared without a trace.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the ceiling, only to reach nothing.

Harold's eyes widened in shock and anger, and his protruding eyeballs trembled violently, as if he had encountered something incredible.

Sure enough, he is not proficient enough in using his power... No, I am afraid there is no chance to become proficient. Even his brain has been swallowed up. It is hard to say how much of this body still belongs to "Harold" and is not a normally hatched egg of the Fallen God. , it is only a matter of time before it completely loses control.

Relying on experience, Ian was confident enough to kill the Egg of the Meteor God that had eroded Harold. Even if it was just himself and Carno, it would be easy to kill him through fighting and setting up an ambush, and the difficulty was even much less than ambush Anson Bach.

The Egg of the Meteor God is not a threat. The real threat is the heretical organization behind it and the "Meteor Gods" they believe in.

If they really intend to declare war on Beluga Port, the Cressy family must leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible - no matter how high the price Anson Bach offers, as long as he is willing to let them leave, he has to agree!

Now, he had to figure out how to retreat unharmed from the opponent without attracting attention.

……………………

"retreat?!"

Looking at Anson coming in a hurry, Carl Bain looked stunned.

This guy didn't even ask about the rescue situation at the scene, how long it would take to put out the fire, and the first thing he said was to ask him to lead people to retreat?

"That's right, and the sooner the better, don't leave anyone behind!" Anson said without hesitation, his voice didn't sound like he was joking at all:

"Take everyone to retreat to the port. I have asked Colonel William Cecil that as long as there is a signal here, the battleship Crown will fire on the entire North Square community and launch at least four salvos."

"So try to find a way and let people from the Promise Keepers Alliance assist you in taking away as many people as possible from nearby communities and evacuating them. If you really can't save them, don't think about it. Protect most of the people first!"

There was a hint of impatience in Anson's tone.

Almost before approaching the North Square, a strong magical reaction was already coming unabashedly; the last time I encountered such a terrifying situation was when I was duel with Instructor Mace Honnard in Clovis Cathedral. .

In the large warehouse, there is at least one blasphemous mage-level spellcaster.

Under normal circumstances, Anson would not be afraid at all, but the problem now is that Thalia is injured and unable to take action, and once he appears, he will attract the Lord of the Abyss, and the situation will only get worse, not better... He must do it while losing the least. Under the premise, find a way to deal with the spell casters in the large warehouse.

Of course, if things go against expectations, Anson has not considered the worst case scenario.

The worst case scenario is to repeat what we did in Hantu, leading the stormtroopers and fleets to loot the entire empire's colonies in the new world. Wherever the six thousand troops passed, they would try to eliminate as many people as possible and not even a blade of grass would grow; since Clovis could not be saved, then the empire Don't even want it.

Although Clovis was definitely the one who suffered in the end, it was enough to attract the hatred of the Imperial people; last time they were able to attract attention because they opened up the vast battlefield and created an Imperial Expeditionary Force that drove high and low, then that must have been the case. His majesty, the emperor who is "proficient in strategy", will definitely want to recreate the classic again.

It is also a good choice to feed war with war and fight to the death with the Imperial Expeditionary Force on the ice field; Clovis may not make money, but the empire will definitely lose money because the colony is vast and it is destined to not get much loot.

Once the empire's attention is attracted, Clovis will be able to find an opportunity to counterattack; even with Major General Ludwig's intellectual level...military talent, he will definitely find that Hantu is an important breakthrough.

As long as a full army of 40,000 people suddenly emerges from the Dawn Mountains, it will only be a matter of time before the empire, which is unable to take care of many things, chooses peace talks.

Naturally, Anson would not do such a trick that kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred for himself unless he is in the most desperate situation - it would be equivalent to giving up his promise to the Rune family. Whether he can return to the homeland alive depends on Tully. Ya's mood and her importance in the eyes of Archbishop Luther.

Although he felt that he could definitely withstand the test, he should avoid this test as much as possible.

Carl Bain did not hesitate any longer and decisively ordered the messenger to blow the assembly horn and prepare to organize the men to retreat from the large warehouse.

The rescue work has been carried out so far. In fact, basically all the people who can be rescued have been rescued. The rest cannot be saved, even if it is delayed, it will be useless. The reason why he has not left is purely because he holds on to the last glimmer of hope and plans to save one more person. Is a.

Looking at the large troops that were gradually beginning to evacuate in batches, Anson, who was hiding in an inconspicuous place, took out the "anonymity glasses" from his arms and put them on his left eye, preparing to break into the large warehouse from the top and find a way to join Lisa.

According to the information provided by someone's anonymous letter, she most likely sneaked underground; however, with such a large fire and the chaotic situation inside, Lisa should have taken the initiative to move to higher places with her rich combat experience.

Just when he took out the Inquisitor's revolver and was about to sneak in quietly, a strange cry suddenly sounded from the top of the large warehouse:

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The voice was very familiar, it sounded a bit like...

Chancellor Harold? !