I will be crowned king

The crowded ceremony scene was still in chaos. Although Alexey barely maintained order at the scene, the impact of Harold's widow's mental disorder and Congressman Mason's death was not something that he and the three hundred soldiers could suppress. of.

The latter is the supreme leader of Beluga Port - even if it is only on the surface - the former is the "entity" that unites the spiritual symbol of the entire Beluga Harbor, and represents a large number of interest groups; now one is killed and the other is "crazy", If there is no trouble, it would be abnormal.

Anson could "see" many people trying their best to avoid the soldiers' gaze, pretending to remain silent, and communicating in low voices or using notes, gestures, etc. with other people around them; the seemingly calm ceremony was already a kettle that was about to boil. It will spurt, vaporize and evaporate at any time.

And the reinforcements that Alexei was waiting for were destined to be unable to arrive... The riots, explosions and gangs that broke out simultaneously in the chapel and Teapot Street happened to block the two fast passages for the army to enter the city; if they were not solved, the reinforcements would There is simply no easy access to the council in the city centre.

Fifteen minutes, and at most fifteen more minutes, Alexey and the three hundred soldiers, who cannot solve the problem and cannot find the murderer, will be unable to control the situation; no matter what the black mage wants to do, that is the last thing he can do. Good timing.

Intoxicating smoke spreads in the dark smoking room. At the end of the only flickering fire, an expressionless Anson sat in a large armchair, with his right leg crossed, watching quietly like a chess player. Beluga Harbor.

The tobacco was halfway burned, and the room was completely filled with smoke, enough to block the vision of anyone trying to explore this secret room.

The commotion at the ceremony became more and more obvious; the crowd who had been "remaining calm" seemed to have discovered anomalies in the distance, and the lack of reinforcements made them bold again.

Alexei immediately stopped the crackdown and even directly ordered the shooting of several parliamentarians and industrial owners who tried to provoke, but he was unable to suppress the excited crowd; especially members of the "Harold Foundation" began to "bleed from the statue" "Demand for an explanation and the release of Harold's widow who is under house arrest.

This request, which sounded very reasonable at first glance, immediately received responses from many people present, but Alexei could not agree to any of them; the former group of people would definitely not accept the answer that "someone from the Old Gods is causing trouble" , the latter will only make the "Harold Foundation" more arrogant and use that poor lady as a banner.

In the dilemma, Alexei had no choice but to delay by saying that he "needs to ask the Commander-in-Chief for instructions"; but this could only appease some people, and the rest of the people who had been angered by the Harold Foundation simply could not accept it.

The atmosphere at the ceremony had begun to shift from a riot to a confrontation. Fortunately, the Stormtroopers, who had experienced the "Clovis Rebellion", had some experience in suppressing riots. They had already set up roadblocks and barriers around the ceremony while the atmosphere was still relatively calm. Resist horse piles; exercise restraint in rioting and shouting, but will not be lenient to those who cross the line and shoot them decisively.

The Harold Foundation is still clamoring, shouting to "investigate the cause of Speaker Harold's death", "Mason Wetzler is a traitor who usurped power", "The Garrison Corps has no right to rule Beluga Port"...

Even if the anxious Alexey refused to give in, he still could not prevent the situation from getting out of control.

At this moment, several figures who suddenly showed frightened expressions desperately squeezed out of the crowd and tried to attack the roadblock set up by the storm division. Unsurprisingly, they were shot and killed on the spot; their bodies riddled with holes fell into a pool of blood in front of the fence. The death was hideous.

But the same behavior did not stop, and soon someone else performed similar behavior, rushing towards the fence as if they were crazy, and then fell under the gun of the Stormtrooper.

That black mage, he planned to intensify the situation, create a rift between Beluga Port and the Storm Master, and cause chaos to facilitate his escape... Anson's face moved slightly in the darkness.

Alexey, who was at the scene, was obviously aware of this. While vigilantly shouting loudly to maintain order, he quickly moved closer to the area near the few people just now. At the same time, he directed his guards to tighten the surrounding blockade, but he did not Didn't bring them close together.

He reacted quickly, and it was very wise to avoid letting the black mage get close to his people; but wasn't he from the Dukaski family of the empire, so how could he know something about the Old God Sect?

While Anson was surprised, an "emotional" Harold Foundation member suddenly approached, pulled out a pistol from his collar without warning, pointed it at the commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The moment the gun flames spurted out, Alexey, who should have been shot in the head, stood intact, with no trace on his body.

The Foundation member who fired the gun was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Why, do you think it's incredible?"

Alexey, who had a frosty face, slowly looked back and stared at the two Foundation members who were stunned in place: "I was obviously hit, how come I'm still alive and well...right?"

The atmosphere instantly fell into dead silence.

"It's strange, you want to drive away the storm masters from Beluga Harbor so much, why don't you collect more information about us? Even if you know a little bit about what happened in the big warehouse that night, you might actually be able to kill me. "

Alexey suddenly laughed: "Who is the person in charge of this Harold Foundation?"

"it's me."

In the extremely oppressive silence, a figure walked out from behind the panicked foundation members; wearing the same clothes as all the members, with soft facial lines and black and gray hair and beard, he looked mature and stable.

He pushed away the members behind him who were trying to block him, and while stepping forward, he bowed slightly to Alexey and said, "Although I have never been lucky enough to hear your name, if you don't even know the majestic 'Fire Knight Dukaski', It’s too ignorant.”

Um?

Anson in the smoking room was stunned for a moment, Fire Knight? Fire Knight shouldn't be...

"Ignorant?"

Alexei's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change significantly: "Except for those around the Principality of Xiaolong, not many people should know about the 'Fire Knight Dukaski', let alone the Clovis people."

"It happens that I have a relative who lives in Xiaolong City and told me some local knowledge." The man's attitude was still very gentle: "It is my honor to meet the descendants of the talented people of the Marquis of the Imperial Palace."

"Of course, it is a great pity to meet you in this way. Please believe that we have no intention to be your enemy; as long as you immediately release Speaker Harold's widow and give an answer to the accident of today's ceremony, we Absolutely not..."

Before he finished speaking, Alexey suddenly stepped forward, holding the handle of the knife at his waist tightly, and rushed straight towards the man.

"stop!"

The surrounding Harold Foundation members drew their guns one after another, and even the guy who had just been frightened and stunned stepped forward; but before they could take aim, Alexei had already grabbed the man's clothes. Take the lead, and clasp the right arm joint in front of you with your backhand.

"Shoot!"

Looking at the guns pointing at him around him, Alexey shouted sternly: "I am the commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment of the Storm Division, Army Lieutenant Colonel Alexey Dukaski. If you are not afraid of death, just give it a try!"

"boom!"

The moment he finished speaking, two gunshots rang out at the same time.

The two Foundation members who pulled the trigger looked stunned, staring at the missing revolver and disappeared hands, as well as their wrists that smelled of burning and were bleeding profusely.

After half a minute, the two of them let out a shrill scream amidst the shock of the people around them:

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

With the sound of piercing the eardrum, Alexey slowly pulled out the officer's sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword reached directly in front.

The next second, the mirror-like blade gradually turned into a dazzling golden red in the eyes of countless horrified eyes around it.

"Either shoot or get out! Don't stand here and get in the way!" Alexey growled:

"For everything that happened today, the headquarters will naturally give an answer, but not now! Now, everyone who doesn't want to be killed as a rebel must either obey the order obediently and don't take any unauthorized actions!"

"Otherwise...shoot to death!"

The members of the foundation looked at each other, looked at the flaming sword, and then looked at their companions who were kneeling and screaming in agony without their hands, and silently chose to retreat.

The "hostage" held by Alexei wanted to resist, but in the next second he could only stare wide-eyed and let out a pitiful wailing sound in fear.

Myself, I am burning!

This guy is burning himself as fuel in order to attach flames to his weapons!

Skin, blood, bones, organs... His body seems to have turned into firewood and coal from head to toe, and is constantly "burning" to release blazing fire, burning his life!

But in the eyes of the people around him, he seemed to be locked too tightly and kept struggling and wailing; so the foundation members who finally wanted to persist had to get out of the way, dropped their weapons, and stood obediently. In place.

With a hostage in one hand and a flaming sword in the other, Alexey's eyes were gloomy, and he stepped closer to the direction where the magic aura had just come from.

The reason why he did not rush towards the opponent immediately and chose to "show off force" to the people around him was not only because he was worried that he might make a mistake in identification or fall into the opponent's trap, but also to temporarily suppress the crowd and prevent the opponent from escaping through chaos again.

As the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment, he did not forget his mission - arresting the murderer was the second priority, and maintaining the order and safety of the ceremony was the primary responsibility.

The burning blade "split" the crowd like butter, and Alexey, who was gradually approaching the inside, began to vaguely guess the identity of the other party.

In the smoking room, Anson, who was always staring at the ceremony, was 100% sure that the guy in charge of the coordination committee and serving as the second-in-command of Mason was the Black Mage himself!

"Chloe Musk, I finally found you..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, a black shadow suddenly struck from under the chair where he was sitting.

"clang!"

At the moment when the black shadow with the person and the chair penetrated, the diffuse smoke suddenly turned into a shield, and the dazzling firelight flashed under the chair.

The reason why he chose the smoking room as the surveillance location was not just because "you can smoke".

The failed "attacker" seemed not to give up, and another black shadow suddenly popped out from the fireplace on the side; this time Anson finally saw the true face of the black shadow - it was a rod with a metallic luster, The dark and flawless spear!

call--

At the moment when the spear was about to penetrate the brain, "smoke tentacles" stretched out from the surrounding dense fog, tightly wrapping around the gun body; in addition to the binding force comparable to a steel rope, the tentacles could also release The "smoke slime", which is comparable to superglue, sticks the spear, tentacles, and walls together.

The attacker who realized that the gun body was stuck tried desperately to break free, but as the "smoke tentacles" entangled stronger and stronger, the opponent's strength to break free also began to weaken, and was finally completely fixed only a few dozen centimeters away from Anson. position.

After a while, there was no movement from the spear; Anson, who was vaguely aware of something, stood up and opened the door of the smoking room.

There was not even a single figure outside the empty door, and there was no sense that anyone had been there before. There was only a bloody handwriting on the door, which was obviously written on a bitten finger:

"For...immortal Chancellor Harold..."

……………………

In the square area, the "Pious Faith" chapel.

The gangsters armed with all kinds of weapons leaned against the wall and looked at the big hole in the wall that they had just blasted with their own hands. There was no color on their faces.

Just a few minutes ago, they discovered that they had made a terrible mistake.

To be precise, they provoked someone they couldn't afford to offend at all.

To be more precise, a... doctor.

"Do you know how I opened a veterinary hospital in Clovis City in just half a year? I was also proficient in various medical and surgical operations and became a general practitioner?"

Hank, who was sitting on the hospital bed, kicked the humanoid body next to him and played with the scalpel while chatting to himself: "Because when I was doing my old job, I developed a good Habit."

"I...will give treatment to the prisoner I caught with a reward..."

"Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, coughs, asthma, ruptured internal organs, sore throats, wound infections... I am different from other inhuman bastards. I want to make sure they are healthy before handing them over to the Guards or other bounties. Their people—then hanged, beheaded, or turned into cooked meat by steam valves."

"This is a good habit! But it is not easy to develop good habits, especially when you have no experience at all; but I am still a very creative person and will come up with very creative treatment methods under limited conditions. They rule well.”

"Of course, some of the unlucky ones didn't survive until the moment they were cured... Well, the 'part' here almost means the vast majority."

"So you have found the right person! If you meet other members of the Storm Division, you will be shot to death; if you meet me, I will first injure you, and then use my 'creative treatment' to make you healthy again. stand up!"

"If you can persist until the end..."

The smiling military doctor jumped off the hospital bed, and while looking at the figure hiding in the corner, he pulled out two shortened shotguns from under his white coat.

The next second, dazzling gunfire and excited shouts resounded throughout the ward.