I will be crowned king

"boom--!"

A piercing loud noise broke through the glass, and translucent fragments poured into the chapel like a shock wave, interrupting the conversation between Norton and Staff Officer Chris.

As an officer of the Storm Division and a member of the "Truth Society", he knew far more about the soon-to-be-established "Coal Bank" than most people. He knew very well that this would be the tool for the Rune family to control the new world in the future, and he planned to invest all his wealth in it. , but suffered from not having much cash on hand.

Not only him, but all the Storm Division officers don't have much cash on hand at the moment - their money in Hantu is stored in the church bank, and there is no bank in Beluga Port; and only a small part of the income in the New World is in cash, and the rest The bets were either agricultural products (shares of farms), gold, silver and jewelry (seized), or house deeds and land deeds ('trophies' recaptured from the imperial army).

In desperation, he decided to ask Chris for help in the back-office department, and asked this former fraudster who was proficient in false accounting to see if he could make a decent "asset table" for himself, either by replacing the mortgage, or directly using this to invest in the bank.

Chris, who has an extremely sensitive sense of smell in this area, immediately noticed something fishy. While agreeing, he dragged Norton into a confrontation while repeatedly trying to get more information from him; Norton, who had only done small business, was not a professional at all. The opponent of the person was quickly defeated.

Just when he was about to hand over the last bit of information, the sound of gunshots came to his ears.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment the glass shattered, the roaring Norton suddenly grabbed the back of Chris's neck, threw him to his side, and pressed the other person's face with a weird smile on the cold stone floor.

A dull note played, and Staff Officer Kress fell at the last second before victory.

Apologizing secretly in his heart, Norton quickly drew his gun and stood up. He saw dozens of people appearing outside the broken window and surrounding the main entrance of the chapel; messy gunshots began to explode in the empty streets. Dots of fire exploded on the door panels and walls.

The adjutant, who had finally slept for several hours, was suddenly awakened. He instinctively lay down and hid behind the baggage box of the bunker. He looked at Norton, who was leaning against the wall and observing outside with a look of astonishment:

"what happened?!"

"I don't know, but I must have been attacked!" Norton shouted without knowing his head, staring at a tall and protruding chimney outside the window.

He was 100% sure that at the moment of the gunshot, he saw a figure in a black trench coat standing on top and pulling the trigger on himself and Chris.

Just by turning his head, the opponent's figure and breath disappeared without a trace, without even the slightest trace remaining, making people almost think it was their own illusion.

The Stormtrooper soldiers guarding the chapel were also aware of the danger, and hid behind bunkers and walls, firing rows of barrages at the streets outside. Although the number was far smaller than outside, they relied on skillful movements. And a faster rate of fire, still not falling behind.

Judging from the mess of firearms in the opponent's hands and the clothing that is obviously not warm enough, it can be basically concluded that they are gangs or mercenary groups that have not long arrived in Beluga Port - the local Leyden rifle has become so popular that even the militiamen have one - it even seems Not just a gang.

The problem is that with the previous lessons, how could they dare to attack the chapel with such a big fanfare; this is the center of Beluga Port, and half a regiment of troops can be gathered to encircle and suppress them within half an hour!

Just when the two were stunned, another loud noise came from behind, and the entire chapel shook violently.

……………………

Teapot Street, Red Beard Tavern.

Sheriff Lisa Bach, who was just about to step into the door of the tavern, turned around suddenly, jumped up, and fired the revolver in both hands behind her alternately.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The screaming lead bullets were bounced off by the sharp blade. The figure waving the two swords was like a swift cheetah. While dodging, it could also rush towards the girl in the air at a terrifying speed.

Under the worn three-cornered hat, the childish face holding the licorice stick showed a surprised expression; but it was not because of the opponent's speed, but because of his clothes: "Ah! Yes, it was from that night..."

"呲鎯!"

Wild Hunt Knight Derek didn't give her a chance to finish her words. The thick blade hit the muzzle of the revolver in her right hand hard. The moment the weapon was released, the High Sheriff had already stepped on his shoulders and jumped up.

The small hand with thick gloves grasped the hot barrel of the other revolver, and slammed the butt of the gun into the back of the opponent's head like a nail.

call--

The girl's eyes widened and she couldn't believe that she had failed.

In the moment of just one breath, the figure had already completed its turn and appeared behind the floating chief sergeant; the sharp blade roared towards him and was about to penetrate that petite body.

"Hehehe... Lisa lied to you!"

The girl held her right hand on her waist - if she had one - the hem of her flowing coat was suddenly lifted up, revealing the full number of armed belts and...the muzzle of the shotgun.

"boom--!"

Faced with the spurting lead bullets at a close distance, Derek had no way to hide; even though he had tried his best to avoid the muzzle of the gun and set up two swords to block, his left shoulder and arm were still torn to pieces; his hat, collar He disappeared, and half of his face was covered in ferocious bloodstains.

However, for the Wild Hunt Knight, such injuries are not fatal. On the contrary, they will further stimulate the animal nature in the blood, making them stronger and braver.

In just half a minute of the confrontation between the two, the tavern was in chaos: the door was smashed directly by Derek, the walls, floors and ceilings on both sides were full of bullet holes, and the round tables on both sides were directly hit by shotguns. broken.

The drunken guests in the tavern suddenly woke up and fled one by one; some jumped out of the window, others took the back door, and some simply kicked up the thin wall panel, leaving a human-shaped hole without a trace.

The high sergeant who was in the air was directly dragged out by the recoil of the shotgun, and was thrown towards the empty wine rack. As soon as she landed, she didn't wait for the broken licorice stick she had broken, huddled under the bar, and directly pulled away a few grenades. Throw it outside.

Looking at the smoking cylindrical object flying towards him, the blood-covered Wild Hunt Knight decisively rushed out of the tavern, walked around the front as quickly as possible, found a bunker and squatted down on the spot.

"boom--!!!!"

A petite figure rushed out of the billowing black smoke, and the roaring shotgun split the flames, raining fire and screaming death on the Wild Hunt Knight who was caught off guard.

Facing Derek, who was attacking him head-on again, the high sergeant who jumped into the air did not choose to distance himself this time, and took the initiative to charge towards the opponent with a pitch-black muzzle.

The silver-white blades and burning lead bullets bloomed with dazzling fireworks in the gloomy sea of ​​fire.

……………………

"boom--!"

The moment the gunfire rang out, the entire ceremony went silent.

Mason Wetzler looked at the bleeding wound on his chest, then raised his head and looked at the exquisite pistol in the hand of Harold's widow opposite, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

The exclamations of the crowd echoed in his ears. They were obviously very close, but to the speaker's ears, they seemed to be very far away. He stretched out his hands to call for help, but no one was willing to come close.

Soon, his vision gradually turned blood red, and he saw the disturbed Harold's widow still screaming at him. The dead Harold appeared beside her, looking at him with an expression other than indifference. It's a joke.

That expression seemed to say, this is the fate of traitors.

He wanted to defend himself, but found that his thoughts were gradually starting to scatter, his scarlet vision was dimming bit by bit, and the whole world was irreversibly overturning and falling into boundless darkness.

But this was just his own feeling... In the eyes of the horrified congressmen around him, Speaker Mason Wetzler, who had been shot, clutched his injured chest, staggered forward for two steps with a ferocious expression, and then suddenly fell to the ground, twitching continuously. A pool of dark red blood gradually overflowed from under his body.

Just when these onlookers finally reacted and prepared to step forward, gunfire rang out again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Alexey, who was ashen-faced, raised the smoking revolver above his head, and shouted angrily as he approached the statue: "Everyone, stand where you are, and no unauthorized actions are allowed!"

"Stormers - all bayonets are fixed and bullets are loaded! Anyone who tries to leave or takes action, no matter who it is, will be shot on the spot!"

"Each company sent messengers to notify the Alliance of Promise Keepers and the headquarters to come for support, and ordered them to arrive within an hour!"

Following orders one after another, the soldiers who originally had reservations no longer restrained themselves. They lowered their cold bayonets at the crowd, spread out in line, and skillfully loaded the ammunition in front of the opponent, loaded the gun, and pressed the right index finger on Near the trigger.

Facing the murderous army, the rioting crowd quickly calmed down - especially when some people discovered that the other party was really willing to open fire, they immediately became a lot more gentle and respectful.

After a few messy gunshots, Alexei quickly took control of the scene, but his face was still extremely ugly - he was 100% sure that the "mental disorder" of Harold's widow just now was by no means an accident, and there must be something wrong. The spell casters of the Old Gods are on the scene!

The problem is that in a ceremony with thousands of people, it is impossible to start an investigation immediately; let alone the appearance, I don’t even know whether the person is a boy or a girl. I can only vaguely guess based on the innate sense of the gifted person. to the opponent's approximate location.

Several soldiers quickly stabilized the scene, restrained Mason Wetzler's body, and controlled Harold's widow, who was obviously still unstable; several members of the "Harold Foundation" tried to obstruct it, but they failed under bayonets and Still flinched in front of the gun.

"Wrap the body with anything, then send Harold's widow to the Parliament, and send a few soldiers to monitor her every move - no one is allowed to come near!"

Having resolved the biggest conflict at the moment, Alexei immediately looked up at the ceremony stage which had been empty for some time: "Where is the Commander-in-Chief? Who just saw it?!"

Several soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads at him with confusion on their faces.

A strong premonition that something was going to happen arose in Alexei's mind.

At the same time, Anson Bach, who had "missed" from the ceremony, was sitting quietly in the smoking room of the Parliament, smoking his pipe alone.

Just after the gunfire sounded, the black magic that controlled him disappeared instantly, and at the same time, the unique aura of the spellcaster in the ceremony scene disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

Therefore, the other party's goal is not to kill him, but to destroy the ceremony and kill Mason Wetzler, the puppet that he and the Rune family control the colony; or maybe it is because he realizes that Alexei is also a gifted person, and plus The troops present, so they gave up on killing themselves and instead targeted Mason...

No matter which one, his plan succeeded. He was indeed caught off guard. As a black mage, he never expected that the other party would be bold enough to appear so close to him before the situation was clear; let alone violating the black mage. In terms of logic, even Mentor Mace Honnard, who started the "Clovis Riots", was not as decisive as him.

But being decisive comes at a price - although he was not captured immediately, he could no longer escape!

Just before Alexey stabilized the situation, Anson, who pretended to leave, boarded the carriage and then immediately entered the smoking room at the side door of the parliament. Then he decisively expanded the casting range and placed the "perspective" of the supernatural power fifty meters above his head. Directly above, half of Beluga Harbor is visible.

This is the advantage of serious study... Anson who was afraid of being read would never dare to hide it when he was so close; but he now knows that the black mage's mind reading and exploration also have scope. Yes, it's just slightly different from the Conjurer.

If the casting range of the conjurer is an irregular and arbitrary shape of equal volume, then the black mage is a "line". He can directly lock on the existence of a clear location and understand the opponent's every move; but if he does not know, then You must first "connect" the people around you and determine the location of the target by reading their minds.

Or, it is to turn the "line" into a "wave" and grasp the required information or lock the target through large-scale mind reading; this is a more advanced technique than the "line" and requires the caster to have extremely strong mental power and analytical ability. , otherwise it will be swallowed up by endless garbage information, similar to how a conjurer changes the shape of his spell casting range.

The black mage is like a spider entrenched in the center of a spider web. Through "lines" and "waves" that spread outward, he controls every move around him and achieves his goals quietly.

But the premise of all this is that the enemy (you) is within his "line" lock, otherwise there is no need to worry about what he can do to you.

However, his own superpower can cover every move of the entire ceremony; as long as he makes any rash move, intends to cause chaos or escape, he will not be able to escape his eyes!

And even if it was only for a moment, Anson had already locked on several highly suspicious targets; he was 30% sure that this black mage was in the "Harold Foundation".

In the dead silence of the smoking room, Anson, who was puffing away his smoke, showed a cold smile, but his eyes were more serious than ever before.