I Will Be The Crowned King

In the thunderous shouts of killing, the unstoppable imperial cavalry closely followed behind the golden iris flag, tearing apart the central release line of the coalition forces in an almost crushing manner.

Although the Aiden soldiers, who have always been known as "stubborn", were incredibly brave, using the infantry line to launch a counter-charge against the breakout Imperial cavalry... still to no avail.

In this purely head-to-head confrontation, these knights proved their illustrious reputation with facts; the tidal line of dense infantry was just a small splash on the side of the giant ship under the impact of the imperial iron cavalry like a rainbow.

Soon, a harsh bugle sounded behind the coalition troops line... The commander of the coalition troops on the opposite side obviously noticed something and began to consciously let the troops retreat slowly.

The surging imperial cavalry immediately noticed that their frontal pressure had dropped sharply. Except for the Aiden who were still rushing forward, those really difficult "grey shirts" were avoiding the edge in an organized way and moving to the rear of the line of defense. Regroup.

Damn... these Clovis chops are really slow!

The gnashing Kaspar Hered galloped on his horse and slashed the sharp blade in his hand quickly; a saber with just the right length and arc was a more perfect weapon for cavalry than a carbine and a revolver.

With the help of the inertia of the charge, the icy blade ripped apart all the flesh and blood that stood in front of her. The hot blood plasma soaked the bright silver blade, turning into blood droplets like petals, flying all over the sky.

Under the long knives of the round dance, there are the backs of the coalition soldiers rushing to flee, and the terrified faces that turned their heads when they found themselves being overtaken.

But these "spiritual enjoyment" that made him extremely happy in the past could not ease Casper's anxiety at the moment.

Because there is really not much time left for him!

The reason why this "beheading operation" was carried out at all costs was originally because the expeditionary force, which had run out of ammunition and food, had run out of fuel, and had nothing to do.

It's not about winning, it's about perishing together, trying to live from the dead.

"Don't pay attention to those stinky fish and rotten shrimp, stare at the one-horned flag of the Clovis people, and tear it up for me!"

The hysterical Kasper roared, and the stabbing blade smashed the head of an Aiden knight, and blood bloomed brilliantly in the center of the pupil, which reflected the horror.

The imperial cavalry who had betrayed and overthrew their commander-in-chief not long ago, faithfully carried out the orders of the irritable old man, opened a breakthrough for him like crazy, and the recalcitrant Aiden Legion began to retreat in large numbers.

The "Grey Shirts" who were retreating in an orderly manner sensed the sound of vibrations coming closer and closer behind them, leaving an infantry battalion in charge of breaking the rear, forming a hollow phalanx in front of the "spear tips" of the cavalry cone array.

"charge--!!!!"

The cry of Guillaume Lovis resounded in the cone, covered in blood, only the right arm and the one-eyed cuirassier captain charged with his few remaining subordinates with pistols and turned into guard Cass. The strong shields on Pa's wings were the first to charge towards the bayonet wall.

Accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, the gushing spear flames made blood holes one by one on the cavalry's breastplates and mounts, and the blood gushed in the screams.

The 2nd Cuirassier Regiment of the Expeditionary Army was wiped out.

Their sacrifices were not meaningless... The phalanx, which had not yet stood firm in a hurry, was torn open directly, and Casper, who stepped on the corpse of the cavalry regiment commander, directly crossed the phalanx and rushed to the rear.

"Go forward - don't stop, the goal is close at hand!"

Kasper, who was struggling to kill, was still roaring, not noticing that the cavalry behind him was running out of steam.

Or being torn apart by artillery fire, or being shot down by a salvo, or pierced by a wall of bayonets, or caught in a hard fight, or surrounded by layers... Nearly a thousand cavalry, who really followed Kasper through the layers of siege , only a dozen rides left.

The seemingly vulnerable coalition defense line is like a sponge that absorbs water, draining the unstoppable torrent little by little, and only a drop or two will end up in the bottom of the bottle.

But to Casper, none of that matters.

"Anson Bach!!!!"

In the intensely trembling pupils, the figure of the prey was reflected.

A calm-faced deputy commander of the legion stood in front of the battle. He was wearing a gray long-sleeved overcoat and a three-cornered hat that were almost indistinguishable from the soldiers. Under the overcoat was a red and black Clovis school uniform and black military boots that reached his calf.

With his left hand behind his back, his right hand gripped Leopold's muzzle like a saber, surrounded by three rows of lines behind and on both sides, and thousands of rifles stretched out from behind and on both sides of him. Aimed for Casper who was coming towards him.

This seemingly "ordinary" scene was full of irony in Caspar Herrid's eyes, as if the Ring of Order was playing a not funny joke with himself.

Is this foreshadowing that he will be like Claude Francois and lose his underpants?

Do not……

I don't accept...I don't accept this outcome...I...Kaspar Hered...the bloodline of the dignified dragon knight...will not...

Won't be defeated by a mere levy!

"Fire!"

The calm Anson raised his right hand behind him and waved it down.

Two infantry regiments, 1,200 rifles were simultaneously triggered.

Thick white gunpowder smoke instantly enveloped his figure, and the torrent of spear flames pierced the chests of the cavalry directly; the imperial hussars, who had crossed most of the battlefield, fell into the mud less than 20 meters away from their prey. In the pit, it turned into a pool of rotten meat that only twitched and spurted blood.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Amid the burning flesh and choking smoke, Kasper Herrede, who had fallen from his horse, stood with a knife; a faint red light surrounded him, making it impossible for the fire and lead bullets to injure him in a single hair.

"Anson Bach—come on!"

"Come and kill me!"

"I'm Kasper Herid, the blood of the dragon knight, the commander-in-chief of the expedition!"

"If you still think that you are a talented person, come up and kill me yourself, don't let your subordinates die!"

The hoarse Casper was covered in blood, sparks of ashes fluttering around him, and he stepped out of the sea of ​​fire like a ghoul stumbling out of hell.

In the short silence, An Sen, who felt the eyes of the soldiers behind him, was completely unmoved, raised his right hand expressionlessly and ordered to fire behind him.

"Clang! clang-! clang-!"

The **** blade swung freely with Casper's right hand, and with the burst of fire, it shattered all the lead bullets that hit him.

An Sen, who was watching from the sidelines, still stood there, ignoring Casper who was rushing towards him, and took out his pocket watch leisurely, the pointer just stopped at 6:35.

Fifteen minutes at the latest, Archduke Aiden's Frontier Corps will start a counter-offensive.

Little Leon's troops don't seem to have fully entered the combat state. I don't know if it's too late... Forget it, anyway, I have done what I need to do. Even if it's really too late, it's a headache for the Francois family.

Having said that, the information I got from the Imperial Fleet Commander Bronne was wrong. Didn't he say that the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force was not a gifted one?

Is it because the time is too tight, so there is something wrong with Fabian, who is responsible for "entertaining" the admiral of the fleet?

Hmm... After this battle, I'll give Ser Bloane a good treat - don't take him home, let's hand it over to the sailors of the Carindian Fleet.

They had been tossed so badly by the Imperial Advance Corps before, and they must have a lot to talk about with this fleet commander.

"Anson Bach!!!!"

Casper, who stepped through the sea of ​​​​fire, was like a ghost who rushed out of hell, waving a long knife soaked in blood and attacked him.

Sixty meters... An Sen focused on the pocket watch in his left hand, without raising his head: "Fire!"

The spewing gun flames lit up the battlefield again, and thousands of lead bullets ripped through the smoke screen and rushed towards the figure that left a long bloodstain behind him like an ant colony.

The broken sparks bloomed again, like fireworks blooming on the earth.

The soldiers of the Storm Division, who were mechanically repeating their shooting movements, showed a bit of panic on their faces, and looked at the "special ghost" who was still slowly approaching in a panic.

The expressionless Anson remained indifferent, calculating the distance between the two parties in his heart.

The other party's surname is "Herid", in other words, unless there is an accident, there is a high probability that his bloodline power should be related to "Dragon Knight".

Louis Bernard once said that the ability, condition or price of the "power of blood" of all gifted persons is closely related to his own subconscious understanding of himself.

This is an innate power that is no different from bodily organs, and is a part of the body of all "gifted people"; so in contrast, the use of this power cannot be free of cost.

According to the performance of the opponent, this ability can be said to be quite tough - it can basically be regarded as a range skill, and the smaller the range of defense, the stronger the protection.

From the beginning, it only weakened the aftermath and stray bullets of the shell explosion, and now it can withstand hundreds of rifles to focus fire in a volley. This defensive power is already terrifying; if it is a spellcaster, even if there is a blasphemous mage standing opposite, Anson will also There will be no surprise.

But it's not magic, it's the power of blood.

The stronger the power, the greater the side effects and the cost... An Sen, who was thinking silently in his heart, raised his eyes and focused on the position of fifty meters:

"Fire!"

The dazzling gun flames ignited again, and hundreds of lead bullets ripped through the air, roaring mournfully beside Casper, trying to stop him.

No... this is not the point of the question, the real key should be where is the "weakness" of this ability?

If this was enough to make Caspar Herred invulnerable, then he could go into battle alone and complete the beheading operation by himself, without having to use the few remaining soldiers of the expeditionary force.

From the opponent's desperate attempt, Anson could feel the breath of despair... Forty-five meters, the storm division soldiers behind him pulled the trigger again.

"boom--!!!!"

The clinking sparks continued to explode, Casper's speed was obviously slower than before, and the range of swinging the knife was getting smaller and smaller, and every step seemed extremely laborious.

No matter how tyrannical, ferocious, and terrifying... he couldn't change the fact that he was already an 80-year-old man.

So the key point is still strength?

"...It's a power hidden in your bloodline...a part of your body...some are focused on strengthening the body, some will affect the people around, some exist on the spiritual level, and some can even predict a certain Some of the things that are about to happen... Everyone's blood power is unique... and the degree of self-knowledge is inextricably linked..."

In memory, Louis Bernard said so.

The cognition of power, oneself and the power of the bloodline will shape the power of the bloodline itself, and finally use the ability to affect the outside... This is the power of the power of the bloodline, and it is also the foundation of the empire.

In the dark age, the empire that held the most bloodline power used this power to crush the world, established her unique status, and was dubbed the "empire".

There are no superfluous affixes and no pronouns, because her name itself shaped all this, because the entire ordered world is "the emperor's country".

The power of blood is the starting point of all this, and it is also the pride of all "Knights".

Therefore, in desperation, they did not choose a decent surrender, but made a desperate gamble, betting on the dignity of the knights, and using "duel" to restore the dignity they lost on the battlefield.

When everything is lost, I hope that the strength of the individual can turn the tide against the wind and create a "miracle".

Thirty meters... Anson, who was calculating the time, suddenly stepped forward and walked towards the blood-soaked Caspar Hered.

"Very well, that's the truth!"

Kasper exclaimed ~www.readwn.com~ and stopped at the same time: "Let's speak with swords like a real talent!"

"Everyone has it—a ceasefire!" The expressionless An Sen shouted in a deep voice, ignoring the clamoring Specter on the opposite side:

"Form an offensive column, prepare to cover the frontier army's counterattack, and use the bayonet!"

After he finished speaking, he threw away Leopold in his hand, took out the "dagger" revolver from behind his waist, and aimed the dark muzzle at Casper's eyebrows.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled disdainfully.

"The gun in the courthouse... This is your trump card?" Kasper snorted coldly, and pointed the tip of his **** knife at Anson:

"As a gifted person, don't you feel that you have shamed your bloodline... Or are you worried about letting me see through the power of your bloodline?"

"Of course not." Anson took it for granted:

"I'm from Clovis, we don't believe this."

"Ah... this is very reasonable." The old man continued to sneer:

"After all, the Clovis bastards, who have forgotten their ancestors, have no dignity or sense of honor at all - you are all inherently humble and inferior, and you have stolen a country by relying on the blood from others. "

"You are right, but I also have faith." An Sen, who nodded slightly, tapped the hammer of the revolver.

"Believe what?!"

The sneering Kasper pulled up the blood-colored sword light, and a faint red light covered his body and attacked from the front.

"Letter..." An Sen paused slightly:

"The times... have changed!"

Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

Sounding together, there were also two twelve-pounder cannons hidden behind the infantry martyrs.

Twenty-five meters, just outside the radius of the blasting bomb's coverage... At the moment when it was blown away by the air wave, An Sen thought.

"boom--!!!!"