I Will Be The Crowned King

Things seem to be getting a little wrong.

Hiding behind the half-closed door, An Sen, who was constantly looking at the entrance to the stairs behind him, showed an alert expression.

From the very beginning, there was only intermittent gunshots in the newspaper hall downstairs, and the guards were firmly guarding the position of the gate, and there was no sign of trying to break through or attack.

There is nothing surprising about this, or rather, the compliment of the commanding officer's experience in the Guards, with his skills in bullying unorganized insurgents and unilateral slaughter.

According to the "regular plot": the rioters who can't stand the fire of the Guards will try to negotiate, surrender, disperse disorderly and take the initiative to die, and then be shot to death under rounds of platoons of guns; Climb into the corridor to do the last senseless resistance, and the guards will "clear the field" floor by floor, squeezing the remaining mice to death one by one like cleaning.

And Anson's "perfect plan" is to take advantage of the time when the gangs are fleeing and the guards are clearing the scene, trying to find a way to use the room between the floors to avoid the time difference between the escape and the clearing. "Sneak" out of the building with Sophie.

Originally, it should have been like this...

"what are you waiting for?"

The girl hiding behind him suddenly spoke up, with a hint of nervousness in her trembling voice: "Is there any problem?"

"Uh... It's almost, something went wrong."

An Sen scratched his head in embarrassment, raised his right hand and stretched out **** towards the girl with a chuckle: "There is good news and bad news, which one will you listen to first?"

The pale-faced Sophia widened her eyes and said without hesitation, "Bad news."

"...Let's talk about it first." Anson, who paused for a while, said with a smile:

"Looks like we should be safe."

"The bad news is that the Guards have taken control of the newspaper, and we are about to become their prisoners?" Sophia asked anxiously.

"...Congratulations on learning to answer quickly."

Anson smiled awkwardly and gave a thumbs up to his right hand.

"Then what should I do now!"

The moment she got an affirmative answer, the girl's already blood loss complexion became even paler, and she even thought of the front page headline of tomorrow's newspaper:

"The Archbishop's daughter is trapped in a gang, and the enthusiastic guards are actively rescuing!"

"Surprise! Why would a rich girl appear in such a place?!"

"The truth about Franz's daughter and the Old Wall Street gang, don't regret it!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sophia's heart was screaming, she couldn't imagine what would happen to her if her father Luther Franz knew about it!

"Let's go to the attic on the top floor." After a moment of hesitation, Anson made a decision: "The guards came in a hurry this time, and they won't seriously search the entire newspaper building."

"Then...what if?" The girl was still not at ease.

"Then I will be responsible for leading them away, and you will take the opportunity to escape." An Sen comforted: "They came after me, as long as you are careful, you will be fine."

This "promise" made the girl silent for a moment, and a light called "dignity" flashed in her bright eyes.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach."

"Um?"

"If you are caught by the guards later, please don't worry, I will do my best to rescue you - the grudge between the two of us is one thing, but this time... is another. "

"okay, I get it."

Anson smiled and didn't care much.

His main purpose now is to get Sophia back as soon as possible, and by the way, find a way to get close and observe the "thing" hidden on the top floor of the newspaper building.

Although he knew he was taking a risk by doing so, Anson was really curious as to what could have made Bron, a trusted confidant of the Black Mage, choose to escape so decisively.

The two of them tiptoed away cautiously and pushed the door away. They walked back and forth to the stairs at the other end of the corridor. The design of this newspaper building is very strange. It is also connected by narrow corridors.

And now the only advantage of this weird design is that the two do not have to approach the bottom layer that is likely to be controlled by the guards.

Moving along the corridor toward the stairwell, Anson guessed the purpose of the guards while leading the way.

First of all it must be because of the Iron Sky and St Isaac's twice. Let the Guards who have been slapped continuously unwilling to let him go so easily, but this is only a superficial phenomenon;

"Ann, Anson..."

The core of the problem is still Draco Wilters... The secret of this talkative family seems to be far beyond his imagination, maybe his encounter with him was not a coincidence from the beginning;

"Anson..."

If the death of Miller Wilts was not an accident from the beginning, then what was the reason for the Guards to fear such a home to such an extent;

"Anson!"

"Um?!"

The awakened An Sen turned his head and saw the pale girl suddenly tugging at her sleeve: "What's wrong?"

In the next second, the answer will be revealed.

The trembling Sophia froze in place, her pale face was full of horror; a figure lying in a pool of blood was twitching like a broken marionette, slowly crawling up from behind her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The stunned An Sen didn't hesitate for a moment. He dragged the girl behind him, kicked the figure that suddenly appeared to the ground, and fired three shots in a row. The spewing gun flame exploded a blood hole in his chest, and the convulsions continued. The "corpse" finally stopped struggling.

"What is this?"

The voice of the girl hiding behind Anson was trembling that could not be concealed, and her pupils filled with fear could not move away from the corpse that had stopped moving on the ground:

"magic?"

"I guess so."

An Sen responded casually, staring at the corpse on the ground that he had "killed twice". He was equally astonished and didn't know how to answer.

Because there are guards downstairs, he does not dare to open the "power" easily, so as not to be noticed by a talented person who has the power of insight into the bloodline, as a result, he has no knowledge of what is going on below.

But no matter what happens, it won't be as simple as just "resurrecting" a dead body, I'm afraid...

At this moment, An Sen, who was vaguely aware of something, suddenly raised his head. In the narrow corridor, the "corpses" lying in a pool of blood were climbing up from the ground one by one, their twisted and twitching joints supporting their already cold body. Flesh and blood, cast the eyes that have lost their radiance to the end of the corridor.

Anson felt a chill in his heart.

"Sophia, run! Don't look back, run!"

The excited girl didn't hesitate, turned her head and ran towards the stairwell.

"Run to the attic, lock the door, and don't open the door no matter who knocks on it, you know?!"

Anson, who was yelling, stood there and took a deep breath, took out a lead bullet from the ammunition bag behind his waist and tightly clasped it in his palm, and rubbed [Ju Yan] on it - no matter what happened below, he didn't continue now. It is necessary to hide!

Raise your gun, raise your hand, and shoot; the enchanted buckshot turns into a flaming bolide in mid-air.

"boom!"

The golden-red dazzling light bloomed in the narrow corridor, swallowing up the "corpses" one after another in an instant, the flesh and blood scorched by the flames made a "sizzling" sound in the air, and the eardrums trembled with the splashing flames. explosion sound.

But the flames did not frighten the corpse, and more twitching, hideous "living dead" were coming up from the stairs on the opposite side - waving nail sticks, hammers, logging axes and hammers, crowding and shoving each other. Coming towards the already lit corridor, as if being driven by some force.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-!!"

A penetrating mourning sound came from the newspaper hall below. The incomparably shrill voice was filled with some kind of trembling power, as if it could affect people's souls, urging the living dead to speed up their pace and step on desperately. The ignited flesh and blood rushed towards Anson.

What's the situation? !

An Sen, whose scalp was numb, looked at the "living dead" who were still pouring up, and even the corpse whose head and heart had just been blown up by [Ju Yan] crawled again from the smoky pool of blood. He got up, twitched, and wriggled towards himself.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Bronny's playful expression when he left, and a very bad feeling poured into Anson's mind.

Bron... Black Mage... What are they trying to do? !

When he was so cautious in Thundercastle, he would rather let Professor Mace Hornard, who is a spellcaster, dare not do it lightly, why would he so openly create the Old Gods incident in Clovis City?

Does this make both Archbishop Luther and Clovis's Church of Order dead? !

Anson pondered the cause of the situation as he stepped back and shot. This habit of being unable to stop thinking the more nervous he became, had become his instinct to some extent.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Strange "bubbles" appeared in the flesh and blood scorched by the flames, and the charred bones wrapped the melted flesh and crawled out of the flames, mixed with the living dead who were still pouring out of the stairs, in the burning corridor. Weeping incessantly.

Sharp screams were still coming from the newspaper hall on the ground floor, gradually mixed with violent vibrations and roars caused by explosions, making the floor under Ansen's feet and the surrounding walls start to crumble, and there was constantly shaking dust. Poured down in shock.

Anson, who felt more and more bad, began to approach the stairwell behind him little by little, and at the same time, in order to save the already small ammunition, he began to lengthen the interval between each firing.

How should I put it, with such a big commotion, even if the entire second floor collapses in the next second, there seems to be nothing but strange.

"boom-!!"

Almost as soon as he thought about it, the entire newspaper building trembled with a deafening loud noise, and the cracks and cracks intertwined with the naked eye unfolded under Anson's feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking a deep breath, Anson turned his head decisively to escape.

The floor under his feet is rapidly disintegrating, and the wailing living dead in the corridor covered by the flames are being swallowed up by the collapsed crevices one after another, like being dragged back to **** by invisible tentacles from the crevices of the abyss.

"boom-!!"

There was another loud noise, the floor shattered, and the walls collapsed; the bricks, stones and dust mixed with flesh and blood collapsed and poured towards the newspaper hall directly below.

An Sen, who found that he was too late, took his steps back at the last moment, curled up with his head in his hands, and fell heavily to the ground in the safest position.

After a while, the roar gradually became silent.

An Sen, who was curled up on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, slowly released the arm that was holding his head, stood up and looked in the direction of the loud noise just now.

Then…

Then he froze.

Among the ruins, he saw an eyeball.

One was covered with bloodshots, staring at him without blinking, looking at his eyes full of curiosity.

One stretched out from the rubble of the ruins, growing on a long, flesh-like tentacle, and constantly overflowing like "tears", viscous, dark yellow liquid eyes that exuded a strong stench.

"What the **** is this?!"

The stunned Anson blurted out.

The moment the voice fell, the tentacles with eyes suddenly trembled like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, pulling the screams that cut through the air, and slammed towards him.

"boom!"

At the moment when he was lost for a short time, a gunshot cut through the dead silence, and the eyeballs at the front of the tentacles burst open in front of An Sen, turning into countless thick pulp and minced meat, blooming in the air.

In the next second, a swirling silver light swept through the air, splitting the tentacles in two; the tentacles that were cut off in the middle let out a piercing howl, paralyzing weakly among the rubble.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of the sharp blade knocking sounded, and Anson looked at the situation - it was a peculiarly shaped "hatched axe", and under the axe blade nailed into the wall was a large-caliber flintlock gun.

Is this... a flintlock axe?

No, this thing has a bigger caliber than a flintlock axe, and it's a hatchet design; the only people who can use this weapon are...

"In the fifty-fifth year of the saint's calendar, a spellcaster chased by the trial fled outside Clovis..."

A gentle voice came from behind An Sen, UU was reading www.uukanshu. com with a helpless sigh:

"He knew there was no way to escape, and he was unwilling to face permanent imprisonment; on the verge of despair and fear, he prayed to Ayton, the false **** he believed in, the Fate Master, for freedom."

"He succeeded."

"That spellcaster put all his magic power into a bottle of clear water, and used the pseudo-god to give him the power to distort reality. At the cost of completely losing his magic power, clear water has become enough to obliterate the meaning of 'death'. Potions."

"Before the efficacy of the drug is completely lost, all affected places will lose the concept of 'death' and become an existence that will not die no matter what."

An Sen turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice - a middle-aged man with a three-cornered hat and a leather black coat, his right hand still kept throwing a throwing axe, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed and he said in a low voice:

"Therefore, in the fifty-fifth year of the saint's calendar, all the inquisitors who survived that hunt gave this potion a special name..."

"Death Horn!"