I will be crowned king

"For the glory of Freya I..."

The Elf King, whose forehead was pierced by a lead bullet and whose face was stained with blood, knelt on his knees, murmured and then fell on the ice full of craters.

The thunderous roar, the smell of gunpowder smoke and gunpowder disappeared as the corpse stopped moving; as if in the blink of an eye, the empty Wangting Avenue returned to the calmness it had when the two first entered.

The "dead" Elf King quickly became cold, and the blood that overflowed from the bullet holes gradually turned into fine snowflakes. The body merged with the ice on the surrounding ground. In the end, the shape was completely invisible and could only be seen from the body. The outline of where he fell was vaguely discernible.

During this process, Anson, who re-activated his powers, could clearly feel that Freya's domain was repairing itself, and the originally almost non-existent laws were resisting the "invasion" of his own domain, and even eroding his laws in turn.

The most direct manifestation of this erosion is that his emotions seem to have become much more sensitive than usual, requiring more energy to control... The smoke has obviously dissipated, but the remaining smell still makes Ansen feel extremely irritable, as if even the air is... It's like being against yourself.

"Is this the end?"

Slowly putting away the still smoking revolver, the wounded young knight turned to look at Anson and said with some doubts: "We...successfully repaired a gap in Freya's field?"

"Then what else are you looking forward to, flowers or applause?" Anson's face immediately showed an impatient look, and he blurted out subconsciously: "We are risking our lives to save your Majesty the Queen. We are not performing monkey tricks on the stage. We can bother you. Can you tone down your style?!"

Before he finished speaking, Anson, who quickly regained his senses, already regretted it - Louis' eyes widened, staring at him in extreme shock.

"Uh, yeah...I'm sorry! I didn't mean that..."

"No, don't apologize!" The young knight raised his hand to interrupt Anson, with a guilty expression on his face as well: "I should be the one who really wants to say sorry, because I have involved two people who have nothing to do with this matter. "

"Looking back carefully, if it weren't for my stubbornness and prejudice, things should not have developed to the point where they are now; why did Freya awaken the power of magic, why was she in so much pain, why did she have to leave her hometown, even though she is a country? The princess and heir, but she wants to hide in a small church?"

"It's me! This is all my fault! It's my fault!"

The young knight suddenly raised his voice several times, leaving a sparkle on his pretty face: "My cowardice and timidity are the culprits that caused all this, it's all because of me!"

"I didn't dare to face the church's censure, and I didn't dare to face the cold eyes of my family and friends. I could only choose to escape and let Freya die because of my cowardice and cowardice."

"But I am such a coward, but I think I have the qualifications to accuse you and the Luen family; I don't know what kind of glory and suffering you have experienced, so I just talk nonsense and shut out my friends based on my own opinions. , Use indifference to cover up your ignorance and cowardice!"

"I am not worthy of the selfless risks and sacrifices of my friends." The young knight paused and choked Anson with an expression full of self-blame: "But for Freya, I have no choice."

"So...Anson, you...are you really...really still willing to help me?"

Looking at the pear blossoms and the rain, the young knight crying into tears, Anson fell silent.

He is now very convinced that Louis' mind has definitely been eroded by the laws of Freya's domain, and the degree is probably not low; so Thalia's previous promise that she would protect him and William's body is really just the body.

No wonder William would turn himself into a lantern, he probably guessed this... Anson thought to himself.

But he had no choice. Although he could rely on his own "plan" laws to simulate the effects of some black magic and help Louis resist erosion, if he did it improperly, it might in turn cause damage to Freya's field. So what was the significance of this trip? It's completely gone.

So... I can only temporarily accept this delicate and sensitive Louis.

Anson Bach: "...I do."

"Thank you!"

Before he finished speaking, the young knight who burst into tears immediately rushed forward and hugged Anson, who was stiff and his expression was even stiffer: "You are really the best friend in the world, I don't even know how to repay you. you!"

Anson, who was silent, turned his head to the side silently. Although he knew that Louis was just affected, he still felt something was strange about being held by the other party and saying something...

"Well, these two sentimental young ladies... I mean, my lord, it seems that now is not the time to celebrate." Wilhelm Gottfried, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, swaying on Louis' slender waist:

"Although we have repaired a gap, we have not yet found Her Majesty Freya's consciousness. And...if possible, I suggest you end it as soon as possible and leave where we are now."

Um?

The two people who were confused and excited just now were stunned at the same time. The young knight who let go of Anson's neck turned to look at the lantern and frowned slightly: "Why?"

"Because the gap has been repaired, it means that Her Majesty Freya's domain will soon return to normal - the ice and snow world you see now is the result of natural erosion, not its original appearance." William Lazy Yangyang explained:

"I don't know Her Majesty Freya very well, but the magical reactions around me tell me that soon they will... burn again in some way."

Confused Louis looked back at Anson and found that the other person also had a confused look on his face.

Suddenly, the two people who were looking at each other had a premonition of extreme danger at the same time. They looked up according to instinct in tacit understanding, and then their eyes widened one after another.

An airship...or rather an airship over fifty meters long, cigar-shaped, and burning, is slowly tearing through the haze in the sky, falling towards the ice-covered Royal Court of Yser!

Like a flaming sword tearing open the dome, it is stabbing vertically into the earth ruled by winter, spreading warmth to the world.

The direction pointed by the tip of the sword is where the two people and one lamp are.

"Anson!"

The young knight covered in blood looked at his best friend with a resolute expression as if he would not refuse no matter what the latter said: "What should I do?!"

"We need to get out of here."

Withdrawing his shocked gaze, Anson said calmly: "If you and William go to the palace and encounter a gap that needs to be repaired, then find a way to defeat it. If you encounter Freya's consciousness, don't rush to wake it up. Wait as long as possible. I will contact you and make another decision."

"I want to go to the cathedral of the royal court. Freya once led the Thirteen Council to resist the Ring of Order. There is probably a gap there that was created by blending with her memory!"

Of course, this was just an excuse. He had already known that one of the remaining gaps was in the palace and the other was in the cathedral, but that would have to explain the reason for the discovery - it would waste too much time.

"Okay." Louis nodded slightly, and his delicate face suddenly became a little softer:

"I listen to you."

Anson suddenly became excited and turned around and ran away without even thinking.

Looking at the departing figure of his best friend, the young knight no longer hesitated, picked up the "William" lantern on his waist, and rushed in the direction of the palace.

The airship wrapped in flames continued to fall. As the whistling ice and snow continued to be torn and dissipated, the solid ice on the ground also began to melt. The snow covering the buildings turned into crystal dewdrops, and then dispersed into fog; the hot golden red will Bitter cold took its place.

Finally, the ice and snow retreated to the Royal Court of Yser, ushering in the new light.

"boom----!!!!"

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The Royal Court of Yser, the Cathedral of Praise.

The moment Anson pushed the door open, the smell of blood almost hit his face.

Dark red plasma covered every corner of the hall, and broken limbs and organs were scattered scattered on the chandelier, on the pillars, on the ceiling... They looked like branches of a willow tree, swaying slightly in the whining cold wind. .

The original rows of benches were replaced by crosses on which priests and believers were crucified. Their expressions were completely frozen by the solidified blood, and the ferocity at the moment of death seemed to silently tell the pain and despair.

The stone sculpture of the Ring of Order in front of the church was smashed to pieces, and a half-elf nun lay quietly on it; her mouth was wide open, leaving two traces of blood and tears on the side of her face, as if she was crying something.

As for the specific content... I'm afraid I can only ask Freya herself.

Feeling the chaotic magical reaction around him like a storm, Anson's expression was extremely solemn; the reason why he insisted on separating from Louis was that, in addition to being more efficient in repairing the gap, an important reason was that he promised Thalia that he would Gather intelligence on the erosion and impact of natural laws.

As for the reason for needing this information... of course it can be used as a reference to find ways to crack the interference of natural laws outside the tomb of the Three Old Gods; after all, this kind of situation is extremely rare for most blasphemous mages, even if they have a close relationship. You may allow the other person to enter your own spiritual realm.

This is the real reason why Thalia is willing to help!

For her, contacting the remains of the old gods and finding a new evolutionary path has always been her most important goal, and it is also one of the reasons why she decided to come to the new world; even though she knew that doing so was extremely risky and might result in nothing, she still couldn't Block her ambitions.

That is to say, Freya has such use value, and Her Majesty the Queen is "an important chess piece of Anson" in the confrontation with the Church of Order - Thalia's original words - she is willing to help, otherwise she would not even look at it. Too lazy to take a look, the only people worthy of her selfless devotion are her own family.

Although even if he didn't say it, Louis might not be able to guess it; but Anson still wanted to avoid his eyes as much as possible to avoid causing trouble.

"Click——"

At this moment, the crisp sound of bones or ice breaking suddenly appeared, breaking the dead silence of the cathedral.

The half-elf nun who collapsed on the stone sculpture of the Ring of Order seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulus. She stood up like a marionette, mechanically tilted her neck left and right, and looked at Anson with completely ulcerated eyes:

"You...you...it's you!"

"You betrayed your faith and took refuge in the sworn enemy of the true God, a damned heretic!"

"You should be burned by fire in purgatory, bitten by evil spirits, have your soul sucked out, and suffer eternal torture!"

"Traitor, traitor who deserves death, how can you step into this sacred hall without feeling the slightest shame?!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down before the true God!"

boom----

The cold air shook out like ripples of substance, and a sense of divine oppression struck Anson, causing emotions of despair, awe, and surrender to appear in his mind, and even his own eyes were subconsciously moving. dodge.

It seemed that what appeared in front of him was not a long-dead half-elf nun, but the ring of order.

In other words, after Freya occupied the Royal Court of Iser, she bloodbathed the Cathedral of Praise and killed many believers and priests, which made her regret her belief in the Ring of Order. The natural law of erosion is related to this period. Memories and emotions were combined... Ansen was guessing in his mind, but he always felt that something was not quite right.

On the one hand, Freya never seemed like a devout believer in the Circle of Order. Instead, she was proud of her bloodline. Even after she completely sobered up after the rebellion, she still proudly claimed to be a "blood descendant of the true god"...such a person How can Her Majesty the Queen feel any regret for the faith she abandoned?

Wait, if it's not regret, then is the true god she talks about...

"Praise to the great lord of blood magic, Pluto!" the half-elf nun screamed: "Praise to the great master of destiny, Ulton, the king of black magic, Mutt!"

"Send this heretic who deserves death, the thief who stole divine power, to purgatory!"

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The Royal Court of Yser, the gate of the royal palace.

In front of the grand main entrance, a young knight holding a lantern stood on the steps, looking up at the figure guarding the gate with a complicated expression.

"I must say, this is really...the best result." William's voice became much more interesting: "...in every sense."

"Yes." Louis said softly, but his eyes never left the figure.

The bright golden hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of the head, and the clear blue eyes are covered under a dark blue triangular hat. The same color military windbreaker, high boots and exquisite breastplate, plus golden embroidery on the shoulders. The iris-flowered cape all accentuates the slender and well-proportioned figure, making him look extraordinarily heroic.

Although his face was immature, it exuded an unparalleled confidence and arrogance, as if what appeared in front of him was not an enemy, but the achievements and glory he was about to achieve.

"In the name of Her Majesty Queen Freya Moses Field, any offending gangster, regardless of their identity or purpose, who wants to pass through the palace gate must step on my body!"

The slender figure shouted loudly, and he drew out the long knife from his waist and pointed it at Louis' face: "Come on, if you are also a knight, then let's have a fair duel!"

Looking at the childish cheeks with slightly raised corners, Louis sighed.

He thought that he might encounter a very difficult situation that could not be easily dealt with, but he never expected that difficult enemy...

Just himself.