I Will Be The Crowned King

"Ah...aaaaaaaaaaa..."

In front of the door of Clovis Cathedral, Serra Virgil, who was standing in the same place, trembled violently as if she was being restrained, her vocal cords vibrated with difficulty, and her painful cheeks flushed blood red. His pupils bulged out, looking at An Sen with a hint of panic in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, Anson, who had no time to be astonished, suddenly felt the surrounding light dim without warning, and a burning tingling sensation came from the heart of his chest.

Professor Mace Hornard...Black Mage...He's here? !

An Sen turned his head sharply, and what he saw made his vision freeze instantly:

The suffocating thick smoke slowly rolled in the burning streets, and the rioters who were screaming and screaming stepped on the stumps and shreds. A wave of fierce attack.

The soldiers of the Storm Regiment, under the cover of infantry artillery, disrupted the formation of the rioters with platoons of guns, slowed their speed, and retreated to the cathedral in an orderly manner.

The two sides were fighting between houses piled up with corpses, collapsed houses, burning barricades and fortifications; roars and screams stirred in the smoke that almost closed all vision, one figure after another shuttled, leaped, and rolled in the smoke. Falling down, trampling and being trampled over... All faces are carved with eagerness and panic, desperate cries and fanatical roars resound through the heavens and the earth like a drama of **** descending.

And in the drama of this scene, there is an extremely abrupt and thin figure standing.

He was wearing a tall and straight black double-breasted dress and top hat, a white shirt with a stiff collar and fitted trousers, which made him look very slender; he spread his shoulders, his hands were behind his back, and his ice-blue eyes were under the brim of his hat. Without any extraneous emotion.

Bron.

A young bachelor in formal attire appeared in the middle of the chaotic red brick street battlefield, with an indifferent expression, walking through the crowd like a stroll in a garden.

The roaring rioter rushed past him, his body slumped to the ground with a shot in the head, and "just happened" to make way for him;

The flying buckshot brushed the hem of his clothes and hit the eyebrows of another line infantryman a few steps away;

The two figures scuffled together on the ground, raised their bayonets and daggers and stabbed into each other's chests, spattering blood, but not a single drop fell on him;

Everything around him seemed to be a projection from another world, an incomparably clear fantasy, an immersive dream; no matter what happened, it would not leave any traces on him.

In the stunned Anson's sight, Bloane simply walked across the entire battlefield, stepped on the stairs and walked towards him; there were figures passing back and forth in front of the cathedral door, but it seemed that no one was there. Serra Virgil, who didn't see him, saw himself, or looked painful, and her lips gradually began to lose blood.

Obviously, at the moment when the opponent made a move, he was not the only one who was affected.

Looking at those icy blue eyes that were getting closer and closer, An Sen, who quickly suppressed his astonished expression, turned his head sharply, frowned and said solemnly to the young bachelor walking towards him:

"Where is Professor Mace Hornard, why are you the only one?"

He deliberately intensified his tone, using a solemn tone to cover up his still not completely calmed down.

"do not worry."

With an indifferent expression, Bron slowly stopped, and the corners of his mouth were slightly relieved:

"Professor is nearby, but it will take a while to make some necessary preparations before he can come; in order not to waste precious time, he ordered me to come first."

"Because he is different from us, or has become a believer of the old **** of 'blasphemy mage', there is a fundamental difference from ordinary spellcasters."

Bloane saw the confusion in Anson's eyes: "Strictly speaking, they have transcended their original selves and become another form of life, but they still retain the appearance of the past."

"It may be fine in normal times, but it's just a little uncomfortable; but once you need to use the power of the Three Old Gods, you must first 'transform' the surrounding environment into a shape that suits his needs, so that it won't be affected."

Saying that, he stretched out his right hand and pointed to the sky.

The dark clouds that shrouded the dome of Clovis City did not know when it quietly dissipated, and a purple full moon hung in the sky filled with fire and billowing black smoke!

Under the eerie moonlight, the entire city was dyed with a lavender glow in the gloom, like a night in a dream - and now it's noon.

An expression of astonishment froze on An Sen's face, who was looking up. At this moment, he didn't even know how to describe his mood.

Fear, consternation, disbelief... Countless emotions flashed one by one from his shrunk pupils.

After a while, An Sen's eyes finally regained his calmness.

That's right, there's no need to be nervous... What you see in front of you are just illusions and illusions created by the black mages, which substantially distort and reshape reality. That's the power only conjurers possess!

Thinking about it carefully, creating such a large-scale illusion seems to show the strength of the Black Mage, but conversely, this is what he has to do; only by maintaining this illusion, his strength will not be damaged.

Not to mention the use of magic on such a large scale, he is directly exposing himself to the church and the judgment in the city without any cover.

That's right, the person who is really desperate now is not himself, but the black mage - the beloved Professor Mace Hornard.

He no longer has a second path to choose from, so he has to bet everything!

After thinking about all this, Anson finally calmed down completely, but the expression he looked at Bronne remained unbelievable.

"Yes, this is the real strength of Professor Mace Hornard."

A reverent smile appeared on the corner of Bron's mouth:

"The professor's power is the 'nightmare' - if he wants, he can drag everyone here into the dream horizon he has created, and he will never wake up until he dies."

"Originally the professor didn't intend to do this, but on the one hand to protect your identity, on the other hand, it was also to teach some church lackeys who were hostile to us; let them understand how wrong their previous guesses were ."

At the same time as she spoke, her icy blue eyes turned to Serra Virgil, who was on the side; the female inquisitor with a painful face was unable to make any sound.

The slightly twitching body stretched upward and was still struggling.

"Pain, Sierra Virgil?" The indifferent Bronne whispered:

"I have always believed that the followers of the old gods who follow Mut, the king of black magic, are the least likely of all spellcasters to betray the Primordial Ring and become the lackeys of the Church of Order. After all, we were told the moment we were blessed. the truth of the whole world."

"So I have to thank you, it's your existence that broke some of my 'naive' fantasies."

The white-eyed female judge had lost consciousness, and there was a little foam from the corners of her slightly open mouth.

Bron seemed to enjoy watching her die bit by bit, and took out a pistol from his waist unhurriedly.

"boom!"

Gunshots sounded, but it wasn't Bron who shot.

Ice-blue eyes looked to the side with a hint of confusion. An expressionless Anson did not know when he took the lead and took out his pistol, aiming at Sierra Virgil's chest and pulling the trigger.

The delicate body shook violently, and then large patches of dark red spread out on her coat; the unconscious female judge collapsed in a pool of blood on the ground like a puppet whose thin threads were cut off.

"Let's go."

Looking at Bronne, who was a little surprised, Anson, who put away the revolver, pretended to be eager and said:

"Since it's what the professor meant, let's not waste any more time."

Bron's expression was startled, and then he nodded lightly at Anson.

"Okay."

He put his hands on his back again, followed behind Anson and walked towards the interior of the cathedral.

The two passed through the gate one after the other and walked along the natural marble floor to the rear of the cathedral; the purple moonlight penetrated the stained glass window on the left side of the corridor, and the two people with different complexions kept flashing strange light on their faces. .

Along the way, the two kept passing the wounded soldiers of the Storm Corps, the flustered church deacon, and the shivering nun curled up in the corner.

Feeling the icy gaze coming from behind him, the footsteps always kept a distance of about five steps away from him... As long as there was something wrong with him, Bron would not hesitate to start from behind him.

Like to Sierra Virgil.

Thinking of the female judge, Anson couldn't help but glance at the revolver under his coat - the situation just happened so suddenly, he had to shoot the shot in front of Bron, trying to avoid the organs in her chest as much as possible .

Perhaps from that shot, Bloane was already doubting himself.

But it doesn't matter, he knows very well that the cronies around Professor Mace Hornard never really believed in him from beginning to end; the other party is probably just acting in front of him because of the order of the black mage.

The real trouble is still the black mage.

Even if the preparations were already sufficient to the point where it couldn't be more complete, and even if he had planned four whole preparatory plans, which were absolutely foolproof, An Sen still had difficulty restraining his anxiety.

Even if he was fully prepared for Professor Mace Hornard's strength, Anson had no idea that he would be able to directly influence and spread to the entire neighborhood, allowing him to walk into the door of Clovis Cathedral in an open and honest way...

Even with such a terrifying strength in a one-on-one confrontation, with a gun in his hand, Anson didn't think he had even the slightest chance of winning.

The two walked into the deepest and most central ceremony hall of the cathedral; the octagonal hall had no windows around it, and all the light came from the golden crystal chandeliers overhead, which made the whole room bright as daylight when the VIPs were full.

And now... in the lonely and empty hall, there is only darkness.

Bron walked into the hall and saw that Anson slowed down, so he stood there and looked around:

"right here?"

"Yes."

Anson nodded, then shook his head again:

"Neither."

Bronne frowned slightly.

"The difference engine and the storage room of memory cards are the core secrets of Clovis Cathedral. According to regulations, only the archbishops of the past generations and members of the church who they believe are absolutely trustworthy are qualified to know."

"It was stored in an underground chamber in the cathedral, and the only door to the chamber is in this room."

Anson explained while walking towards the Ring of Order sculpture in front of the hall:

"According to Luther Franz, some information is regularly stored in memory cards, just because Clovis Cathedral only has a difference engine of this level, but this is not its main function."

"Oh?"

Watching Anson took out the key and opened a door on the sculpture of the Ring of Order, Bronny followed in a hurry:

"Then what is its function?"

…………

"time."

In the quiet study room, Luther Franz said to Anson in a chatty tone:

"That's what the St. Isaac Steam Difference Engine does—it can help you figure out how long it takes for something to happen, using the information you put in it."

"When will a train from Oak Town arrive at North Harbor? How long does it take for a batch of goods to appear on the market from the transportation link? When will it rain tomorrow, and how long it will rain... It can tell you."

"Time...is the most precious and powerful force in our time; it is so powerful that you don't even need to control it, you just need to understand it and you can control many things."

"That's why the Church of Order takes it so seriously, that's why Saint Isaac, who created it, is the one the church has to kill, and that's why the Church of Order has taken over the world in its own name for the past hundred years, standing Does not fall…"

The two passed through the secret door and walked step by step along the spiral stone staircase to the dark and dull depths, until they reached the end of the stairs and handrails.

Bron raised his head and looked forward along the gas lights on the surrounding walls. A closed door appeared at the end of the underground corridor.

"This is it. Behind the door is the storage room for memory cards, and the difference engine is next to it." Anson raised a kerosene lamp and said:

"We have to find the correct memory card in the storage room, and then read it on the difference engine, and then we can get the original of "The Great Magic Book"."

"Can't you read it all? I've heard that the St. Isaac's steam difference engine runs two hundred times faster than a normal difference engine."

"That's right, but it's still not enough compared to the number of cards stored in the church."

"Then let's go find it now."

"Won't you wait for Professor Mace Hornard?"

"The professor will have to wait a while, so let's get the cards ready first."

"It makes sense, let's go."

Anson nodded lightly, took out the second key from his arms and walked towards the door.

Bronne smiled at him, but the moment he looked back, his ice blue eyes were stained with blood.

The right hand behind his back is always holding the handle of the gun tightly.

never let go.

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