I will be crowned king

The moment the gun rang out, the expression on Louis Bernard's face was not anger, but shock.

I didn't realize... with the power of blood passed down from generation to generation of the Bernard family, I didn't even realize when the enemy facing me drew my gun.

Blood spurted out on his left shoulder. The young knight who was concentrated relied on his willpower and the power of his blood to regain his balance without falling. He glared at Anson in surprise: "You...?!"

Almost at the same time, Anson, who discovered that the enemy had not been killed by a single shot, decisively retreated half a step, raised his left hand and raised his gun to shoot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The young knight, who had no time to be angry, felt cold and hurriedly retreated; three bullets exploded around his body almost at the same time, urging his body with the power of blood to raise the saber at the ultimate speed of his body.

"呲鎯!"

Accompanied by a flash of fire, a sharp whine erupted from the sharp blade, and the bullet was finally deflected before the headshot.

But it wasn't over yet... Just when Louis was glad that he had escaped the disaster, Anson, who was wielding a saber, had already rushed towards him, and the blade was pressing towards his chest.

"clang!"

The moment the sharp blades collided, the oncoming blade changed direction in the air without any warning, and the tip of the blade was opened to stab his throat; the young knight who dodged to the left almost dodged the tip of the blade by leaning against the side.

Then, like a knight's sword, the saber in his hand struck suddenly; he shot down another attack of Anson with great accuracy.

Anson, who had no intention of retreating, raised his sore right hand that had been hit, raised the blade and continued to attack the opponent.

During the fight, the frightened and angry young knight was almost suppressed and defended one-sidedly.

He didn't know why, with the power of his own blood, he couldn't even see through the movements of the Clovis officer in front of him. He could only keep blocking and parrying, and he had to be careful with his black gun at all times.

He didn't even know that Anson across from him was even more shocked than him.

It's as if the opponent can predict the future. Every attack he makes can be perfectly dodged or parried. His reflexes are even more terrifying. He can dodge accurately even if he doesn't see himself shooting. He can even perform inhuman attacks such as "knife splitting bullets". operate.

And all this was under the premise that the opponent had been shot in the shoulder and was losing blood!

The only advantage he has is that this imperial knight probably has little actual combat experience - not to mention "fair duel". He will hesitate in the face of emergencies and has no desire to attack at all.

Of course, the person who had just traveled through time was also an "out-and-out" rookie...

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Louis Bernard, who was covered in blood, slashed with his right hand and rushed straight towards the oncoming Anson.

No longer dodging each other's attacks, abandoning all anger and panic; they collide head-on, with the tips of the knives reaching each other's chests.

Like a true knight!

"clang--!"

Anson, holding the knife with both hands, tried his best to stop the opponent's falling blade, and finally escaped being decapitated.

But it wasn't over yet. The young knight who missed the blow raised the handle of the knife again, and the blade screamed in the air.

Anson retreated decisively, dodging left and right in a panic.

There was another collision of blades, and the moment sparks flew, he could almost hear the scream of his own bones.

Not only the reaction speed, but also the opponent's explosive power was astonishingly powerful - just after receiving an attack from the opponent, his whole right hand was numb and trembling to the point where he could hardly hold the handle of the knife.

The young knight who only had his right arm left did not give Anson any room to breathe. He knocked away the weapon he was about to lose with his backhand knife, and the blade of the knife hit Anson's shoulder.

Gritting his teeth in pain, Anson knelt down on one knee, and the scream of a sharp blade tearing through the air could be heard in his ears.

He didn't dare to think too much. He held up the long knife with his sore hands and pressed close to his body to meet the opponent's attack.

In an instant, Louis, who was slashing with the sword, suddenly hesitated, stopped the sword abruptly, and then kicked Anson in the chest.

"Plop!"

Anson was kicked over and lay on the ground in pain, and the saber in his right hand fell aside.

The young knight, who was slightly relieved, stared at Anson's every move and kicked his sword away at the same time.

This time there must be nothing wrong... the young knight thought.

"The victory has been decided, Your Excellency." Pointing the tip of the knife at Anson's throat, Louis Bernard with firm eyes said solemnly: "Surrender and hand over the artillery position. I promise with the fate of the empire and the Bernard family that we will never It will harm your life and that of your men.”

Panting heavily, Anson, dripping with cold sweat, frowned.

"Surrender, you and your men have fought bravely enough, there is no need to continue this battle that is destined to fail." The young knight continued to speak sternly:

"Standing the position with inferior troops and almost defeating me without using the power of blood - such a record is worthy of your honor..."

"Wait a moment!"

Looking at the young knight who was still trying to persuade him to surrender, Anson couldn't help but interrupt: "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Speaking."

"Although I don't know what your bloodline power is, could you please look behind you?"

Looking at Anson with a sincere face, a contemptuous smile appeared on the young knight's lips.

"Stop trying to struggle, Your Majesty. The same trick will not work on me."

Louis chuckled and said: "Although I don't know how you did it before, the biggest feature of my bloodline power is that I can see everything around me as long as I concentrate on it, and any existence that threatens me cannot escape. My prediction."

"Just like you now, every move you make can't escape my eyes!"

Oh, I see.

Looking at the confidence on the other person's face, the expressionless Anson tried his best to resist the urge to laugh.

"But I still suggest you, it's best to take a look." Anson continued tirelessly: "Look around. You don't really think that I was forced to duel with you, do you?"

The young knight's expression paused slightly.

"Then...why are you so sure that only one battalion of ours is stationed at the artillery fort?"

Anson asked, making Louis feel a little nervous.

Yes, everything that happened today was so weird.

The empty siege position, the fort held by a lone soldier, and the confident expression on the opponent's face...could it be that this was really a trap set to seize the Thunder Castle Fortress? !

The inner panic made the young knight instinctively look back and look in the direction of the fortress.

It's now!

Seizing the moment when the opponent was distracted, Anson immediately picked up the Leopold rifle from under his body - just when he was kicked down by the opponent, he deliberately dropped the rifle in the position where he dropped it.

While standing up and thrusting with the gun, Anson pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom--!"

The moment gunfire burst out, the young knight suddenly turned around and raised his right hand. The saber thrust out was as fast as the wind, blocking the bayonet that was piercing the back of his neck.

The lead bullet grazed his right cheek, mixed with some torn blond hair, slowly falling down.

"Sure enough...I guessed it would be like this."

Louis, who had a frosty face, slashed with his backhand and slapped the back of Anson's hand with a "pop!" and the rifle fell to the ground.

Anson, whose left hand was so painful that he lost consciousness, took half a step forward. While throwing away the rifle, he already held down the revolver on his waist. The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at the young knight's eyebrows.

The frightened and angry Louis frowned slightly and looked at Anson motionlessly.

"Stop struggling in vain, Your Excellency." The young knight said coldly, desperately suppressing the anger in his heart: "Admit defeat, I won't kill you, I just want to end this war!"

"Besides, I know there are no bullets in your gun. When you attacked me just now..."

"boom--!"

Rapid gunfire interrupted Louis' words, and a bullet grazed his left temple.

Feeling the pain coming from his cheek, the young knight stood blankly on the spot, looking at Anson who kept panting. He slowly pulled the hammer of the revolver in his hand, held the trigger with his index finger, and spoke slowly:

"Now...guess again, are there any bullets in the barrel of my gun?"

Staring at the muzzle of the gun, Louis gritted his teeth in despair.

Anson, who had a victorious smile on his face, was extremely panicked in his heart.

He was actually aiming at the opponent's eyebrows, but his hand hurt too much and he hit it crookedly... The shot just now was his last bullet.

The motionless Anson looked at the young knight who was about to die, and just froze in place.

As long as the opponent senses something is wrong, he can kill himself with one knife.

what to do? !

Just when he was at his wits' end, a loud noise came from the artillery position.

Um?

Wait, that movement doesn't seem to be shotgun, but... solid bullets? !

The picture reflected in his mind made Anson's eyes widen in an instant. A roaring black shadow split the battlefield into two parts and rushed towards him and the young knight with great accuracy.

"boom--!!!!"