I will be crowned king

Sitting firmly on the map table in front of him, Sir Ferrers naturally stretched his hands to the left and right, looking at the stunned Anson Bach with a playful expression, and his understated eyes silently told what he was proud of.

wrong! No, no, no, no... He tried his best to regain some sense in his dazed brain, and Anson's scarlet eyes focused on the still empty map table.

That's right, it's not that Philus can really jump in time and space and move instantly, but that the pictures in his mind overlap with his vision, plus a little mental stimulation and the other party's deliberate yin and yang, so that the other party is sitting right next to him. The illusion in front of me...yes, it's just my own problem.

After desperately repeating these words in his heart, Anson finally calmed down and pursed his lips tightly, and began to think about appropriate coping strategies.

It was obvious that he had exposed his target because of his impulsiveness. There are only two things left that are still uncertain: what is the maximum power of this differential machine, and whether the person sitting "in front of" him is a Filipino. Sir Les?

Although the looks are really similar, and Anson has only met the real Sir Philus once, and his impression is not deep, but with the "insight" power after focusing, he can still find many differences, and it is basically certain that it is not the case. the same person.

The most obvious difference is the ferocious, twisted iron ring on the opponent's neck - ironclad proof that he is a spell caster!

Is this the reason why the intelligence of the Faithless Knights is wrong? Sir Philus, the adjutant of the grand master of the Knights of Judgment, is actually two people, a gifted person and a spellcaster?

"There is no need to continue thinking about it, Your Excellency Brigadier General Anson Bach."

"Sir Philus", who was sitting in his original position, said in a sinister tone: "For you now, my identity should be the most insignificant thing among all things, right?"

"If I were you, the most important thing now is not to be captured alive by the Judgment Knights, exposing the spellcaster...blaspheming the identity of the mage in front of his own soldiers and subordinates."

"Well... of course that doesn't matter anymore, because it's too late, everything is too late."

"Run away, Anson Bach, run away like a drowned dog covered in mud... Because no matter where you run, the footsteps of the Circle of Order will follow... We, the Knights of Judgment, will kill you inhumans." The monsters were all dragged from the dark corners into the sunlight, and then..."

"...kill them all!"

He sat motionless on the chair, his sinister eyes exuding determination, as if the ferocious iron ring around his neck had been deleted from his memory, forgetting that he was also a genuine spellcaster.

Quietly admiring the other person's despicable face, Ansen, who was still a little flustered, gradually calmed down and closed his eyes again.

Now that the opponent has mastered the difference machine that can "break" the field of curse mage on the spot, it is equivalent to mastering the means of reducing the dimensionality of his own side. Conventional tactics are meaningless, and a new battle plan must be found and re-formulated.

If Freya is allowed to cover up and he attacks secretly... No, that's not possible! The opponent has already cracked one, but it may not be possible to crack the second. Even if you win the battle in front of you, it is difficult to ensure that your weaknesses will not be exposed.

The only outcome for a conventional army in front of an airship is a unilateral massacre, and the spellcaster will be deciphered by the Difference Machine... But if the airship is not prevented from continuing to advance, it is impossible to repel the opponent's attack.

How on earth should we do this... wait! Maybe if we change our thinking... But even if we succeed, the situation will probably get out of control.

No... maybe the situation that is completely out of control is the option that is really most beneficial to me... Well, I just feel a little sorry for the Truth Society...

Well, as long as they can stop the Holy See, they probably won't care about this little thing...

……Bar?

Anson, whose mouth twitched slightly, tried his best to suppress the urge to laugh out loud.

"Your Majesty Freya...Your Majesty?"

"What?!"

The elf girl's cold voice sounded, still disgusting and impatient: "Finally figured out how to solve the plan of the weird airship on the other side? If you dare to say otherwise, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"Uh... Then it's better to keep your tongue in my mouth." Anson smiled calmly:

"That's right, I need you to do me a favor now, a small favor."

"…a small favor?"

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What do they want to do with this?

On the airship, Sir Philus frowned slightly and looked down at the elf girl who was gradually lifting the "wall of fire" and the autonomous parliament that had almost been reduced to ruins. He breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time his expression was full of doubts.

Even if the difference machine on the airship has cracked Freya Moses Field's ability, it is impossible for the Judgment Knights below to come up with a response plan immediately... there is no need to give up resistance immediately.

"Sir, the messenger below reports that 5,000 members of the Hantu Jihad Army have successfully landed at the port, requesting instructions for the next step!"

The entourage on the side shouted loudly, with a nervous expression as if the person in front of them would eat them alive at any time.

"What, five thousand people have already landed? Are the country bumpkins in Hantu very fast?"

Sir Philus scratched his head in surprise and couldn't help but joked: "I originally thought that my dear brother would be faster, but it seems that he is dissatisfied with the Grand Leader hiding his plan from him. "

"Sigh... You are such a guy who doesn't know how to be blessed despite being blessed. At this time, don't you understand that the more you know, the faster you will die? If it were me, I would have been so happy that I couldn't help but jump up. , thank the Ring of Order for letting me go..."

Sitting in his original position, Philus kept talking to himself, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, sometimes eccentric, his expression changing eight times a second, as if gears and bearings were installed in every facial muscle and limb joint. It rotates crazily with the blessing of the steam core.

The attendant next to him stood there in fear, not daring to say a word, trying his best to avoid looking at the "Lord Philus" in front of him.

But even this little wish failed to come true... The attendant who subconsciously turned his head just stopped when he found that Philus, who was originally sitting on his seat, had stood up at some point and was standing there facing him with a playful look on his face. watching.

"You...are afraid of me?"

Gently holding the follower's pretty face, Philus looked at her while teasing her; fair face, delicate facial features, well-proportioned and curvy figure - there are not many female members in the Judgment Knights, and their appearance The good-looking ones are naturally one of a kind.

"Yes...ah no! No, no, no, that's not the case!"

The attendant froze there, trembling and desperately trying to defend himself: "I'm just... just... just... sorry!"

"sorry?"

"Yes! I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"Oh...what's wrong with that?"

Holding the other person's throat with his right hand, Philus looked at the other person as if he were playing with a toy, with excitement in his eyes: "Tell me about it!"

"Wrong...wrong...the wrong is...is..."

The entourage, who was already crying, stammered, with desperate and frightened eyes like a hare caught by a carnivore, vaguely aware of the tragic end of being reduced to food.

The atmosphere in the busy and chaotic cabin was still the same, and everyone was subconsciously avoiding their eyes from this direction, as if they would fall into the dark abyss created by the evil god if they took one more look.

That's right, the abyss... all of them understand that, let alone a mere follower, a new member of the Judgment Knights, even if he immediately kills people in the heart of mercy, Grand Master Grad Manfred will not care. of.

The reason is simple, because he has that kind of value; without himself as an important trump card, the Judgment Knights have no hope of challenging Apostle Rune... huh? !

As if lightning suddenly struck the top of his head, Philus suddenly froze on the spot. He was stunned for more than ten seconds before he came back to his senses: "What did you just say?!"

"Ah...ah?"

The entourage, who had been frightened for a long time, hesitated and hesitated, but stimulated by the desire to survive, he quickly recalled the scene just now: "Wrong... I am wrong for my humble position!"

"Not this, the previous one!"

"Please, my lord, please forgive me..."

"The next one! The last one, the one at the beginning!"

"At the beginning... the Hantu Jihad Army is landing at Red Hand Bay. Five thousand people have already gathered ashore. The Judgment Knights on the ground are waiting for the next instruction!"

"This is it!"

Sir Philus murmured to himself, his pupils trembling slightly. Finally understanding what Anson Bach wanted to do, he was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly he hugged the follower in his arms.

"S-Sir..." The frightened attendant tried his best to restrain the urge to struggle, and his whole body became stiff.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Feeling the softness of his hands and chest, Philus showed a satisfied smile on his face: "My dear colleague, your words saved the lives of tens of thousands of people, and to some extent, it can even be said that the entire world—— May I have your name?"

"E-Elizabeth, Elizabeth Lemon."

"Elizabeth Lemon, I will now formally give you two important instructions!" Philus still closed his eyes and enjoyed:

"First, order all the Judgment Knights on the ground not to allow them to easily approach the city. Even if Freya Moses Field on the opposite side launches an attack, they are not allowed to fight back - because she will never take the initiative to attack. .”

"As for the second one..."

Philus suddenly paused, and his twisted handsome face suddenly showed a very cunning expression, staring into the follower's light green eyes filled with fear:

"Miss Elizabeth Lemon, will you marry me?"

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"Um?"

Freya narrowed her eyes and stared at the Judgment Knights on the other side who not only did not launch a surprise attack while she dispersed the wall of fire, but also began to retreat, she couldn't help but question.

But this did not hinder her next actions... The elf girl, who had already covered the entire Red Hand Bay, gradually began to increase the temperature of the surrounding air, reaching a critical point that normal humans could accept.

Not to mention fighting in such a high temperature, even a little activity, there is a risk of dehydration and heat stroke for a long time... But when the ability has been cracked by the opponent, the elf girl really doesn't understand the use of doing so.

However, in her sight, the strange steam airship did not continue to approach the inside of the town. Instead, it slowly retreated and returned to the ruined port - as if it had been repelled by herself.

"How is this going?"

The elf girl finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Anson Bach, what on earth have you done?"

"This is the most critical point. I didn't do anything." Anson's voice contained a hint of confidence:

"Because there's no need for it."

"unnecessary?"

"Dear Her Majesty Freya Moses Field, we have all forgotten a fact, an extremely important fact." Anson said solemnly: "The Knights of Judgment...or the Holy See's excuse for setting foot in the new world, what is their purpose... What?"

"Is it for a little spellcaster named Anson Bach? Is it for this land of ice and snow, worthless? Is it to expand the power, or to hunt down a man who escaped from the Royal Court of Yser and left behind The elf queen of her own kingdom, or the guy who helped her escape from the city and decided to remain anonymous?"

"...Anson Bach, if you really want to have your tongue cut out or be burned on the stake, you don't have to go to such trouble."

"None of this! None of this - we, including you, are not worthy of the Holy See using so much energy and squandering so much manpower and material resources!"

Anson was unmoved: "There is only one goal worthy of their actions!"

The cold-faced elf girl was silent for a moment, and gave her answer with some hesitation:

"Run?"

"Exactly!" Anson's pupils shrank:

"Only an apostle, an apostle who can truly pose a threat to the Holy See, is worthy of their efforts!"

"Everyone else is just incidental to this war...or conversely, as long as Apostle Rune is killed, it is impossible for us people to survive."

"Then the reason for the opponent's selective retreat is very simple... We lifted the defense when the Jihad Army landed. In the eyes of the opponent, there is only one reason, that is, we have found a more important and critical target, so we cannot waste excess force to stop the ground army that seems to be a greater threat."

These words seemed somewhat inexplicable to the elf girl, because from beginning to end she was acting according to the instructions of a liar, and she had no idea what was going on:

"You mean... there is someone on that airship that can threaten an apostle?"

"I prefer to believe that it can only threaten Rune's existence." Anson narrowed his eyes:

"The Knights of Judgment, or Grad Manfred, he wants to use the threat of killing us all to force Rune to show up, and then kill us with a decisive blow."

"This...is their purpose!"