I will be crowned king

"Thum, thump, thump..."

Under the firelight and moonlight, in the silent settlement, the crisp sound of high heels came from behind the three people; it approached unhurriedly, as if it was leisurely strolling in the gorgeous corridor.

Anson and Feier, who were all tense, changed their expressions at the same time, nervously exchanging frightened glances at each other.

It was obvious that the muddy ground under their feet could not produce the crisp and sweet footsteps that only bluestone or mosaic tiles could produce.

So to whom this voice belongs, the answer is obvious.

The graceful steps with a weird rhythm and the turning movements of the three people with different expressions formed a subtle harmony; the crazy and twitching corpse tide was like the drag of long skirts, surrounding Mrs. Camille like stars holding the moon.

The originally rosy skin was completely withered, and even the shape of the head was clearly visible; the long snow-white hair was scattered like weeds, and the long skirt turned into a rag with black and red patches, wrapping the mummified body... and dead There is no difference between people.

Even so, even just standing there, Mrs. Camille, who had died countless times, still exuded a chilling terror - not to mention that there were dozens or hundreds of corpses surrounding her that could not be killed no matter how hard she killed her.

The withered palm slowly raised, pointing at the three figures reflected in her bleeding pupils; hundreds of rotting corpses were like hounds after hearing the order, and their already festered faces revealed a cruel and ferocious look.

"Lisa!"

Anson's hair stood up all over, and he shouted "Pah!" and snapped his fingers at the same time. The [Smoke Entertainment Home] and the mist pipe were activated at the same time, and dozens of "smoke chains" poured out from the billowing smoke. Mrs. Camille stood there.

The girl who received the order immediately opened fire, blocking the carrion that was rushing towards them like crazy; the steam gun exploded in her hands with an almost endless roar, splashing waves of blood in the tide of corpses.

The next second, the surging "smoke chains" instantly wrapped around Mrs. Camille's body, wrapping her from head to toe into a white "cocoon"; then these chains gradually merged and became tighter.

In fact, if you want to restrain the opponent, the best way is to simply turn it into a "smoke thread" that is harder and tougher than steel, reduce the volume and increase the quantity, and then give it a corrosive effect.

The problem is that the stronger the effect, the heavier the load on the mind. In Anson's current state, if he wanted to add so many attributes to [Yan Yujia], he would probably be unconscious on the spot.

Anson, whose head was hurting to the point of exploding, while maintaining the effect of [Smoke Entertainment Home], once again pulled out the "dagger" revolver and pointed it behind him:

"Fair Cressy, do it!"

The young head of the Cressy family did not dare to neglect. He decisively threw out a stream of translucent water vapor and took the lead in escaping.

Almost at the same time, the lead bullet imprinted with [Rising Fire] caught the grenade that Lisa threw out before it exploded, and accurately hit the one that was about to hit the ground.

"boom--!!!!"

The dazzling firelight illuminated the dim night, and countless broken bones rushed into the sky with the thick smoke from the explosion and scattered on the ground.

Mrs. Camille, who was bound by layers of chains, was "exactly" at the center of the explosion. She was torn apart by the inescapable air waves and high temperatures, melted, and turned into floating ashes.

Facing the annihilated enemy, the three of them ran towards the exit without looking back.

Although it was impossible to determine whether Mrs. Camille was a black magic caster or a conjurer, after witnessing that she could be resurrected again after being shattered twice, Anson did not expect to eliminate the opponent in this way, but just bought time to escape. .

Anson even suspected that it was not Mrs. Camille herself who had been chasing them - if she had not lied at the time, then in the balance composed of the Baker family, Baker represented "calmness", Nora represented "brave", and Carmel Mrs. Mill represents "fear."

Calmness can be understood as rational thinking, without any emotion or unwarranted speculation, purely using existing facts and evidence to reason about the development process of things; bravery can also be called impulsive, without considering any consequences and warnings of the surrounding facts, and advancing recklessly and directly Or change the direction of things.

As the last link in the balance, Mrs. Camille took the initiative to jump out and chase these "intruders". No matter how you think about it, Mrs. Camille cannot be called "cowardly".

So it was either forced, or the "Mrs. Camille" they saw was just an illusion or a puppet deliberately released by the other party.

Black magic and curse magic may have different forms, but they both have limitations in terms of "casting range" - the other party can endlessly resurrect villagers to surround itself, and can follow Fel Cressy to kill all the way... huh? !

Without any warning, the haggard Mrs. Camille appeared in front of the three people again, blocking the only way to escape.

"you you you--!"

"You intruders, executioners!"

"You will pay the price!"

The shrill screams turned into terrifying sound waves and exploded in the air. Phil Crecy, who was blocking the front, was shaken all over. Blood spurted out from his ears and the corners of his eyes. His chest seemed to have been hit by an invisible cannonball. , the whole thing sunk down.

But he still didn't stop, and while throwing out a wave of air with his backhand, his eyes were already scarlet red.

A huge tentacle of flesh and blood burst out from the ground under Mrs. Camille's feet, like a blooming flower. It opened a spiral-shaped bloody mouth from the center and swallowed the withered body in one gulp.

"puff--!"

The milky white water mist exploded and filled the sky with blood, tearing the tentacles and Mrs. Camille into pieces.

"We can't go on like this!"

Phil Cressy shouted loudly, turning his head and running to the right while constantly throwing streams of water vapor around him, clearing away the farmhouses that blocked his view and the swarming corpses:

"These carrion corpses...we must find a way to restrict their movements, otherwise even without Mrs. Camille, we still won't be able to escape!"

After blowing the heads of two rotten corpses with a backhand shot, Anson blurted out: "Then what can you do?!"

"Baker Mansion!" Phil Cressey raised his finger and pointed at the three-story building in the distance:

"The rotting corpses don't dare to approach it. On the other hand, if we can find a way to lock them in, these guys won't be able to escape!"

This "reverse thinking" sounds ridiculous at first, but when you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem completely impossible, so Anson decisively agreed: "No problem!"

"Okay, then come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Phil Crecy decisively changed direction and ran towards the mansion.

At the same time, the expressionless Anson suddenly raised his hand to stop Lisa who wanted to follow up, raised the "Dagger" revolver with his backhand, and then...

Aim at the back of Phil's neck and pull the trigger!

……………………

"Thalia...there's a little question."

Under the dark night, the girl floating in the sky showed a cute expression called "curiosity" and whispered in the simplest tone.

Of course, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that the flesh-and-blood tentacles under her feet are as huge as towering ancient trees. They are like towers supporting the girl standing on the "top of the forest sea", allowing her to easily reach the same petite one opposite her. The figures looked at each other.

The girl with long snow-white hair looked pale, her scarlet pupils were bleeding continuously, and her delicate, doll-like skirt was already in tatters, revealing her fair and tender skin that was almost transparent.

"You obviously know very well that Lisa, my dear Lisa, is your sworn enemy. You have obviously had so many opportunities to kill her quietly, and even take her body for yourself."

"Of course, if you really do this, Thalia will take action without hesitation - even if those damn tomb guards notice, she will cut you into pieces and your soul will be scattered."

"But Thalia is still curious...why?"

"Because Lulu doesn't want to do that."

The girl with long snow-white hair was calm and elegant, and her delicate face was neither sad nor happy: "Lulu, I envy Lisa."

"envious?"

"Lisa has a brother, a sister, and a father...Lisa lives a very happy life. Lulu envies Lisa, and Lulu... also wants to be like Lisa."

"Lulu, I want to be friends with Lisa."

Simple and straightforward words came out of the girl's mouth word by word, so mechanically that no emotion could be heard.

In other words, there is no emotion.

Cowardice, impulsiveness, rationality... the girl has given all her emotions, along with her strength, to the "family" she created. Now she has neither the anger of being betrayed nor the calmness when facing powerful enemies. Or the fear of imminent death at his hands.

For some, only longing remains.

She still remembers the happiness on her face when she saw Lisa, a girl who was completely different from her when she was a child, and the pride she felt when she showed off her family to her.

That feeling goes beyond the pursuit and desire for power and wealth; the girl can clearly feel that Lisa is not lying, she really cares about her "Anson", the "Anson" that belongs to her.

The girl had never felt like this before, even if the family she prepared for her took such great care of her, cared about her, and feared her - but emotions like Lisa's were unheard of.

That kind of longing made her want to become friends with Lisa from the bottom of her heart; even though she knew how dangerous it was, the emotions she had experienced all the time still made her want to keep Lisa, even if it cost her a lot.

"Friends?" Thalia's smile gradually turned cold:

“Ridiculous reason—even if it’s true, do you think the Luen family will stop because of this?”

"Talia really feels deeply sad for the gravekeepers of the Land of Rest. The person they regarded as a hidden method and secret weapon turned out to be such a ridiculously ignorant liar!"

Faced with Thalia's cynicism, "Lulu" didn't have any answer, but just stared at the other party's figure silently.

There is no need to speak, both parties already know what they want to say.

The next second, the huge tentacles under Thalia suddenly sprouted branches and pierced the girl's chest without any warning!

The motionless girl was like a real doll, being strung up on a branch and rising slowly; her thin chest was completely deformed by the smash, but there was not a drop of blood.

But the attack did not stop. The branch that pierced the chest quickly sprouted hundreds or even thousands of smaller tentacles, attacking the small body that could not move from the front and back at the same time.

"Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-..."

With a sneer on her face, Thalia looked at the figure that was instantly riddled with holes... This was a new trick she "learned" from the Lord of the Abyss.

Compared with her opponent who possesses the power of both black magic and blood magic, although Talia, who has "family origins", cannot achieve a perfect replica, she is superior in some aspects.

Accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound of biting, "Lulu" who showed almost no resistance quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a piece of flesh and blood or a scrap of bone, as if it had never existed.

Thalia was left standing alone under the night, silently looking at the settlement in the distance still between the sea of ​​​​fire, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and her eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

"Yes, Thalia knows very well that you did not lie. Dear Lu... no." The girl paused and said calmly:

"Your Excellency Noullah Bekamir."

……………………

"boom!"

Deafening gunfire pierced the night sky and exploded a huge crater in the muddy ground.

Phil Cressy looked at the bullet marks on the ground in shock... Just a little bit, his neck and his head would turn into shapeless flesh and blood.

He turned back suddenly and stared at the expressionless Anson Bach, who was pointing the revolver at him: "Are you crazy?!"

"Don't tell me it wasn't intentional, I can feel it!"

"Yes, this is intentional."

Anson tapped the hammer lightly and said lightly: "By the way, I am not crazy - on the contrary, I am very awake now and have figured out a lot of things."

"For example...that kind of local specialty tea soup, it has miraculous effects."

"Just because of this? Just because you think the effect of the tea soup has not been lifted yet, and you are worried that I will kill me if I lose control?!" Phil Cressy was furious:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, I have always thought that you are a very sensible partner, but it seems that I was wrong!"

"The effect of the tea soup has been lifted, and my magic imprint will no longer be out of control. This is absolutely true - even if it is out of control, it should not be caused by me, but by you!"

Feir raised the long knife in his hand and said coldly and disdainfully: "Compared to me, you drank that tea soup later, and you are more likely to be on the verge of losing control at any time, aren't you?!"

"That's right."

Anson decisively admitted: "You are right. Compared with you who drank the tea soup at the beginning and lost control once, I who drank it later and still haven't lost control yet, the probability of losing control is indeed greater. but……"

"I would like to ask Sir Phil Cressy, who was left in the room with Lisa because he lost control, how did you know about the tea soup that I also drank?"

"Or should I call you..."

"Mrs. Camille?"

Nolula looks back and unlocks the Land of Rest copy