I will be crowned king

"Clang!"

With the loud sound of the tearing sword hitting the ground, the burly body without its head also collapsed and fell to the ground.

The main hall, filled with the stench of blood, was as silent as a tomb.

Holding back the pain, Anson turned to look at the burly figure lying in a pool of blood. Only the part connected to the neck remained of the head that was shattered by a gunshot. The flesh and blood exuded the smell of decay, and the body continued to twitch slightly. Spurring from the wound.

it's over?

Kroger Bernard, who had devoured the blood mage's remains, had countless connections with the Old Gods, and was threatened by both the "Black Mage" and Lieutenant Colonel Roman... was killed with just one shot?

Staring at the corpse that was still twitching slightly in a pool of blood, Anson looked a little unbelievable, but the other party was indeed dead.

If your head is smashed, you can't grow another one, right?

"Anson! Anson!"

"Yes, I'm fine!"

Familiar exclamations echoed in the main hall, causing Anson, who was lying in a pool of blood, to raise his head and look in the direction of the gunfire.

Lisa? !

Her petite body was curled up and hiding behind the wall beside the door. If it weren't for the gunpowder smoke around her and the muzzle of the gun protruding from behind the wall, Anson would have been almost unable to catch her figure with the naked eye.

Although he vaguely guessed who it was the moment the gunshot rang out, Anson's expression was still a bit complicated when he actually saw it. He clearly told Karl that he would... uh, forget it.

Pressing the right rib that hurt so much that it looked like it had been broken, Anson smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and got up from the ground with difficulty.

As he was almost killed, he seemed to have no right to complain.

Looking at the petite figure who was still hiding behind the wall as if he was scared, Anson twitched the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly remembered that the "Black Mage" once mentioned that the surname "August" was very ancient and could even be traced back to the era before the founding of the Kingdom of Clovis, and was most likely related to the Old God Sect.

According to this line of thinking, it seems that Karl who only let Lisa August come down alone did not violate his orders, and did not let the secret of the existence of members of the Old Gods in Thunder Castle be exposed... Well, maybe?

Anson comforted himself and staggered towards Lisa.

At this moment...

"Click!"

The little girl stared at Anson intently, tremblingly pulled the gun again, and skillfully loaded ammunition into the gun chamber.

well?

Anson froze on the spot, looking a little stunned.

The next second, Lisa bit her lower lip tightly as if she was trying to suppress the trembling of her body; as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly pointed the still smoking muzzle at his face!

"Lisa?"

Anson remained motionless, clutching the revolver that had been discharged with ammunition in his right hand, while secretly hiding a lead bullet in the palm of his left hand.

"Anson..."

Lisa, who was biting her lower lip tightly and her pupils still trembling slightly, suddenly took a deep breath and roared at the figure with all her strength:

"Anson! Get down-!!!!"

Anson, who had no time to think, immediately pounced towards the left side of his body.

"boom--!"

At the moment when the gunfire spurted out, the spiral bullet flew out and hit the air, exploding into a cloud of sparks - Kroger Bernard, who should have been dead, had his rotten and festering body rise from the pool of blood at some point. He raised the terrifying tearing sword again!

His head had been blown to pieces, leaving only an ugly and terrifying gap; the original burnt marks had long since fallen off, and the flesh and blood under the ulcers were crawling crazily, like pustules, constantly "repairing" the lost parts. .

call--

The torn sword that was knocked away by the lead bullet danced around again, almost touching the black afterimage passing by his cheek, emitting a soul-shaking scream!

Anson, who had escaped the fatal blow, didn't even think twice. He clutched the lead bullet in his left hand and immediately activated the only [Concentrated Flame]. At the same time, he tried to quickly move behind the pillar next to him to avoid Kroger's pursuit.

But Kroger simply ignored his presence, turned sharply and rushed towards the petite figure who was still reloading.

"Lisa, run!"

The moment Anson spoke hurriedly, Lisa, who had no time to reload, decisively abandoned the gun, turned around and ran in the opposite direction to Anson to escape.

Only then did Anson realize that Lisa had three or four rifles of different models on her back, and a revolver hung on each side of her thighs - obviously, Karl didn't let her get down empty-handed.

The headless and burly figure had rushed straight towards him, and the screaming tearing sword slammed down.

"boom--!"

In the shadow of smoke and blood mist, Lisa, who was "fully armed", dodged Kroger's fatal blow; the figure in the air stepped on the wall and jumped to the back of the headless figure.

Kroger, who failed, suddenly turned around, and the tearing sword in his right hand pulled out a string of sparks on the wall, and slashed horizontally at the petite figure who had just landed.

With her feet on the ground, Lisa leaned back, dodging the sword's edge. She set up the Borni rifle with one arm, used her knees as a support point, and aimed the muzzle at the shoulder joint of Kroger's right arm. .

"boom!"

One shot hit, and the spiraling lead bullet penetrated Kroger's right shoulder from his armpit!

The broken bones of Kroger's right arm sank, and the tearing sword fell to the ground.

But the next second, the headless Kroger used his squirming flesh and blood to forcefully lift up the broken arm and swing the sword again.

Lisa's eyes widened and she stared at the incoming sword in panic.

It's too late, it's too late to rush forward!

Anson, who was convulsing with pain, gritted his teeth, raised the revolver, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The next second, the lead bullet shot into Kroger's chest burned strangely and violently, dragging out a long tail flame in mid-air.

"boom--!"

Curse magic, [Gathering Flame]

The golden-red fire engulfed Kroger, and at the same time, the bursting air wave knocked Lisa away, and she fell steadily into a pool of blood. She only suffered some minor injuries and passed out.

Being able to accurately judge the distance of everything around him and react immediately...this is the ability of a conjurer.

call--

When the fire light dissipated, Kroger, wielding the sword, stood in a pool of blood in an intact posture.

The stiff-faced Anson stared at the figure intently, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Headshots have no effect, buckshot has no effect, grenades have no effect, and only magic has no effect...

He was at his wits' end.

Dragging the tearing sword, Kroger approached him again.

Want to run for your life?

No, it's too late... Anson frowned slightly.

With his current physical condition, I'm afraid that just when he was about to run away, he would be stabbed through the chest with a sword from behind and then torn into pieces alive.

He didn't intend to die, let alone die in this place; even if there was only a slight chance, he would defeat this monster that wanted to eat him.

In this case...then we need to use a more risky strategy.

Taking a deep breath and panting heavily, Anson once again took out the lead bullets from the ammunition bag behind him, and slowly stamped [Gathering Flame] on them; he loaded them into the magazine one by one.

Then, aim at the headless figure.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Almost non-stop, the impassive Anson fired six times.

Golden-red flames also burst around Kroger one after another. The roar of the explosion made the entire main hall begin to shake. The dancing flames and flying sparks quickly ignited the plasma coating the floor and walls.

In the blazing sea of ​​​​fire, Kroger's body was once again devoured by the flames. There was no clothing or hair left on his body. Pieces of flesh and blood turned into charcoal and fell off, and were then replaced by rapidly proliferating flesh and pustules.

The place that was originally the head was replaced by a sarcoid composed of countless pustules that continuously gushed out liquid, and a blood-red eyeball re-grown in the center...if that could still be called an "eyeball."

If Kroger Bernard was somewhat like a normal person before, now he is a complete monster.

The tearing sword and his right hand were blown away, but this did not stop Kroger; in the center of the wound section of the severed arm, the pale bone blade protruded from the squirming flesh again.

Looking at the approaching figure, the expressionless Anson discarded the revolver with the empty magazine and pulled out the saber from his waist.

Behind his left hand, he turned sideways and assumed an offensive stance.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced Kroger's chest.

"Pfft!"

Anson was shocked and pursed his lips tightly, staring at the bone blade that penetrated his chest.

Blood gushes out of the mouth uncontrollably.

"An...Sen?"

Lisa struggled to wake up from the pool of blood, and her round eyes reflected the scene of Anson lying in the pool of blood.

Tears streaked down cheeks covered with dust and blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"