I will be crowned king

The expressionless Francisco's calm words were mixed with a bit of imperceptible anger. The corner of his eye intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Finir, who was kneeling on one knee, and his chest had been penetrated by a broken gun.

It seems that the three Judgment Knights fell into the trap of the blasphemous mage. In the end, they used all their strength to defeat the opponent's monster and freed their comrades... In fact, the comrade they initially "thought" was killed was not dead at all!

The "scream" intentionally released by Anson Bach was actually the roar he made when he saw the corpse of his companion, and he frantically rushed toward the "Anson Bach" formed by the smoke.

Yes, the "companion corpses" encountered by the other two Judgment Knights were also transformed by Anson's manipulation of smoke, so no matter what shape they were beaten into, it would not affect their continued fighting; the three people separated by the smoke were essentially in They continued to pump out the air, and even a few times if they turned back a little and walked further, they could see their companions who they thought were "dead" standing there alive, fighting wits with their corpses.

[Smoke Entertainer]...a kind of spell magic with a very low lower limit but a very high upper limit, but this is the first time Francisco has met a spellcaster like Anson Bach who can manipulate smoke with unparalleled precision and meticulousness... Now it is almost certain that the other party is indeed a blasphemy mage, and it has not been long.

The reason is also very simple: the mental power of ordinary conjuration mages is simply not enough to support such a high-intensity effect, and the blasphemy mage who has truly mastered the laws of the field simply disdains such a parody of the laws and fields.

It is not difficult to understand that Anson Bach has successfully advanced, but at the same time he has not really mastered his own laws. He is still following his previous habits, treating the field as a spellcasting range and treating the laws as "magic enhancers."

"You look very confident, Mr. Francisco."

Anson, who was still sitting motionless on the chair, opened his mouth and looked at the [Smoke Entertainment Home] with a smile, who had directly exposed his own arrangement and came uninvited to the Judgment Knight: "That's great, I don't have you. kind of confidence.”

While speaking, he raised his hand to adjust the gold-rimmed monocle on his face - the real anonymous glasses he gave to Louis for running away, which were made by using the field to distort reality - under the calm expression, his heart was already in turmoil. .

It was obviously his first encounter, but the Judgment Knight in front of him named Francisco Los Napomushino was already about to see through him; if he didn’t imitate the mind-reading skills of mentor Lawrence and know his shallow thoughts, I’m afraid that It’s not like we’ve fallen into a trap.

As he said, his understanding of the law is still at a very superficial level... Although he can use the "law of planning" to distort reality, he cannot really do whatever he wants.

Anonymous glasses? Sure... but the result is conjuring an anonymous spectacle rather than possessing its effect; black magic? No problem, but it can only read minds at a superficial level, and there are many restrictions. The only way to maintain the maximum effect is to sit here motionless like now, because the deepest impression of the mentor in my mind is this...

"Speaking of which, there is only one thing that really makes me confused." Francisco suddenly said: "Why should you be merciful and waste time?"

"Obviously, with just a few clicks of your fingers, none of the Judgment Knights except me would survive for thirty seconds at the moment of the encounter... But you didn't take action, and you even deliberately pretended to be defeated by Zhou Xuan. Why?"

"Delaying time? Showing weakness to the enemy? Or..."

"Why ask me." Anson interrupted with a chuckle and glanced at the other party provocatively: "Wouldn't it be better to find the answer with your own hands?"

Francisco nodded slightly, his eyes becoming serious:

"That makes sense."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from the spot. Anson, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, didn't even have time to change his expression when a gunshot was heard from the lower side of his neck.

"boom--!"

There was no room for reaction, and the lead bullet penetrated directly into the skull from the back of his neck, exploding the flesh and bones between his eyebrows and spurting out blood mist, freezing the smile on his face forever.

But if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that all the plasma and bones turned into a wisp of white eyes after flying half a meter away from the body.

Curse magic, [Smoke-shaped Man].

It was originally a life-saving magic that could only be used once, but it was actually a variant of the Mist of the Undead, which Anson could easily master now.

There are even advanced counterattack moves... Anson stood up decisively with half of his head blown into smoke, wiped his right hand with light from the facial wound, turned around suddenly, and stabbed the figure behind him.

Curse magic, [wound canvas].

The wound that penetrates the skull... As long as it is attached to the opponent's body, even non-lethal parts can restrict the opponent's movement!

But Anson miscalculated.

Francisco's figure had disappeared from behind him, and the sharp blade that had inexplicably pierced from the side had passed through the smoke from the head wound and stabbed directly from the neck to the torso.

Almost at the same time, Finir, who fell to the ground, had removed his blindfold and attacked with a pale golden two-handed sword - he was caught on both sides.

"clang--!"

The screaming lead bullets made a harsh sound on the sword. Finir, who was forced to stop, stared at the figure with the gun pointed at him with wide eyes: "Master Francisco?!"

"Back off!"

"But……"

Before he could refute, he suddenly noticed that the smoke in the basement seemed to be ignited, gradually turning from black gray to golden red.

Wait, ignite? !

"boom----!!!!"

Cursed magic, [Rising Fire].

The boiling flames instantly swept through all the space in sight, and the flowing smoke became its best way to make you talk, turning the smoky basement into a sea of ​​fire again.

Even though he has become a blasphemy mage, Anson is still most proficient in using the curse magic he used in the past until he completely masters the law - according to Thalia, the intermediate process will take at least nearly a hundred years.

After the flames burned out, Francisco, with a gloomy face, was already standing above the basement. Finir, who had taken off his full body armor, was lying in the ruins next to him, clutching the penetrating wound on his chest, dying.

In the empty basement, only the armor that had been burnt to charcoal and Anson with a solemn expression remained - he finally understood where the other party's confidence came from.

Francisco... his bloodline power is very simple, just acceleration in the literal sense; an action that takes ten seconds to complete can be compressed into one second, or even one tenth or one hundredth of a second... simple and direct.

But such a "simple and direct" ability is an almost unsolvable problem for his own plan.

That's right, the purpose of delay is nothing more than two, to buy time for your companions or to collect intelligence. In your situation, it can only be the latter, and my ability has no value in collecting... Looking at Anson Bach with a serious face , Francisco’s lips curved into a sneer.

Anson couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

His own "Plan Rule" is that only by constantly collecting intelligence can he "achieve the plan" and improve the effect of the field. The ability of the Judgment Knight in front of him is so simple that there is no intelligence to collect at all. Instead, the influence of his field on him is suppressed to almost non-existence. .

And at the moment when he was "distracted", Francisco's figure disappeared again, and the sound of the trigger of the revolver was heard in his ears - this time it hit the heart! ,

"boom--!"

The spurting gun flames penetrated Anson's torso from the side, but just like before, the injured part turned into smoke and was not damaged.

Francesco, who sneered, did not stop, and continued to attack with a revolver that was slower than himself. Each time, the angle was extremely cunning, but the target was never far from the head and heart.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang!"

The armpits, the top of the skull, the lumbar spine, the throat... the non-stop attacks even gave Anson the illusion of a movie scene like "Are the opponent's bullets infinite?"

Aware of the abnormality, he directly narrowed the scope of his "insight" power from the entire Red Hand Bay to around the ruins of the parliament, and at the same time turned on "mind reading"; in an instant, Anson Bach, whose body had been torn by lead bullets, was full of holes. , once again showing a playful smile that resembled that of Mentor Lawrence.

The next second, a sentence suddenly popped up in Anson's mind: "Then...it's the [wound canvas]."

Um? !

Shock flashed from the corner of Anson's eyes, and he noticed Francisco's figure suddenly appeared in front of him; without any warning, the gun was already aimed at his eyebrows, and then...

"Click."

The sound of the magazine emptying was heard, and both of them looked startled at the same time.

This...a good opportunity!

Anson suddenly woke up. If he seizes this opportunity and directly covers the opponent's body with [Wound Canvas], this difficult Judgment Knight will be dead!

Without any hesitation or hesitation, the right hand that was used to snapping its fingers when casting spells had already lit up with light, leaving a shadow of death on Francisco's gloomy face, and he snapped it with a "pop!"

"boom--!!!!"

The golden-red beam penetrated the entire basement, directly destroying the earth wall directly opposite, revealing the faults of rammed earth behind the ruins.

At the moment of the explosion, Francisco's figure had flashed into Anson's figure again, his cold face holding back a trace of astonishment.

Anson, who turned around almost simultaneously, took out his mist pipe from his arms and slowly spit out billowing smoke to cover the surroundings.

"It's [Yan Yujia] again...what is he waiting for?!"

Being seen through his thoughts again, Anson, who looked as usual, was much calmer than before; the other party had been waiting for the time for him to remove [Smoke Man] and [Undead Mist]. For him who could not crack the blasphemous mage field, that was the only way. The chance of posing a fatal threat to oneself.

As for the opponent's special bloodline power, I currently have almost no means to effectively capture him... This kind of asymmetrical battle should be avoided in most cases, and at the very least it should be done by someone who is good at large-scale damage. Freya restricted his range of activities.

Anson suddenly had a bold idea, and at the same time he pulled out the Inquisitor's revolver from behind and pointed it at Francisco, Crazy Six Company.

“Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!!!!”

A golden-red fire exploded in the basement of the lead bullet imprinted with [Condensed Flame]... For Francisco, who can move at an accelerated speed, there is no concept of "stuck position", but the space for movement can be restricted, allowing him to Unable to exit easily from the basement.

The remaining two Judgment Knights outside have already left with the injured Finier. Currently, only Francisco is still "containing" Anson.

Anson, who was still thinking, glanced outside the basement. Almost at the same time, words sounded in his mind again, but compared with before, they were no longer clear and complete short sentences, but messy noises.

He had already realized that he was being read, and was trying to hide his thoughts in a deeper consciousness... Anson, who had found nothing, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

At this second, he who had been attacking madly just now suddenly put down the revolver in his hand, leaned against the wall behind him and looked towards the opposite side.

Francisco, who noticed the abnormality, also stopped his movements and maintained a half-crouched posture to confront Anson. His hair was still clean and fresh and his chest showed no signs of rising and falling, which seemed to indicate that the battle just now did not consume him much.

During the brief confrontation, the two looked at each other, as if they were trying to expect something from each other's subtle abnormalities.

At this moment, Anson suddenly made an action that the Judgment Knight could never imagine.

"Snapped!"

Leaving the revolver on the ground, the smiling Anson slowly raised his hands above his head.

"伱, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Surrender." Looking at Francisco, who was stunned, Anson raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Why, the Lord Knight of the Judgment Knights, hasn't he met any of the Old Gods who surrendered?"

"...This is your first time doing this."

Francisco frowned and said coldly, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

Is he testing me?

No, there is no need for the heinous blasphemy mage to test a Judgment Knight. The opponent is not the type of Yisel Elf who is easily kidnapped by emotions. Judging from the information he has, he is an extremely rational person... The smoke and the masking aura are both In order to hide from the possibility of being detected, what on earth did he... huh? !

Francisco looked normal, but his cheeks trembled slightly - a large shadow suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

Is this...a heart of compassion? !

Stunned, he glanced at the figure opposite from the corner of his eye, and the playful smile on his face suddenly grew thicker.

The next second, a powerful magical aura suddenly erupted in the silent air; no matter how experienced he was, Francisco, who had been constantly "showed weakness" by Anson before, still felt his eyes darken, and his trembling body suddenly felt like he fell to his knees. impulse.

This is absolute pressure, the pressure of higher beings on lower beings!

He...he was going to...Francisco's pupils shrank suddenly as his body was stiff. Before he could get rid of the oppressive feeling, he felt that the things around him seemed to become lighter...

No! It's not that it's getting lighter, it's gravity...the gravity of the ground is...reversing!

"That's right, it's the first time...so you really shouldn't wait for me." Anson smiled playfully:

"I'm waiting for a chance to kill you. What are you waiting for?"