I Will Be The Crowned King

"clang!"

The loud sound of stone chips splashing echoed in the deep corridors, and the long sickle overflowing with steam was nailed to the icy rock wall, and the sickle blade like a living creature trembled slightly.

An Sen's body was tense, and the staggering figure in the dark was reflected in his suddenly shrunken pupils.

If it weren't for the innate sense of distance from conjurers, if there was no "power"... I would have ended up with a bad elf blood mage.

"Hide beautifully."

Chanis said coldly, limping towards this side: "If I remember correctly, you should be the most discerning... conjurer among the scum I've ever seen."

"Oh?"

An Sen raised his eyebrows and aimed the muzzle of the "dagger" at the dark figure, his left hand hidden behind his back had quietly pressed the hilt of the bayonet knife hidden in the cuff: "So...it's not 'accidental', the hand slipped one time?"

"of course not."

Chanis raised his head slightly, his hoarse and panting voice echoed between the corridors: "Then how did you find out?"

Anson shook his head: "I'm not talking about this time."

The figure of the judge suddenly froze, and his footsteps stopped in place.

A dull roar echoed in the dead corridor.

"...You already found out?"

Chanis' expression became solemn, and his eyes shrouded in smoke showed uncontrollable killing intent.

"It can only be regarded as a little suspicious - just promised Louis to stay near the exit, and the next second will break the promise to kill." Anson said in a deep voice, watching the judge's every move vigilantly:

"No matter how much you hate the Old God Sect, it's still too deliberate."

It was so deliberate that it was like deliberately looking for an opportunity to accidentally "miss" and kill everyone.

"Can I ask why?"

"You know why, Conjurer His Excellency Anson Bach."

"...I was forced."

"That's what all death row inmates say when they are hanged."

"I didn't have a choice, now I want to be a good person."

"The premise is that you are still a person."

"..."

In the dark corridor, the two were like friends they hadn't seen for many years, chatting without a word.

Until they both hit the trigger at the same time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dazzling firelight collided continuously in the dark corridor, and a deafening noise exploded in the narrow corridor.

In the blink of an eye, Chanis, who was dressed in black, rushed out of the shadows without warning. His murderous gaze tore through the smoke and locked Anson's figure. The thick steam was like substance, gushing out of his tattered windbreaker.

Without hesitation, Anson rushed forward and pulled out the bayonet hidden under his left arm.

"clang!"

The bright silver sword light shredded the white mist, and the sound of metal tremors continued to explode in the air; the splashing mist left burn marks one after another on his body.

Facing the oncoming Anson, Chanis, who was covered in white mist, retreated decisively. The staggering figure avoided the falling bayonet at an extremely strange angle, and rushed straight towards the sickle nailed to the wall. .

Anson, who had missed the first shot, turned sharply in mid-air, aiming his left hand holding the bayonet at Chanis' back, and gestured like a "pistol".

Conjuration, [Hunting]

In the next second, the condensed flames shot out from the tip of Anson's left index finger and attacked the judge's back.

Just as the flames pierced through his back, and his heart and ribs exploded, the staggering Inquisitor suddenly turned around abruptly and threw the empty "dagger" revolver.

"boom!"

The golden-red "lead bullet" rushed straight into the barrel of the revolver, and the silver gun body exploded into a ball of fire in mid-air.

Using this brief gap, Chanis grabbed the scythe nailed to the rock wall.

Without any hesitation, An Sen, clutching the bayonet tightly, rushed towards the opponent, and at the same time stamped [Sharp Wind] on the blade.

Since the opponent is using a long weapon such as a sickle, the best way to fight is of course to fight as close as possible to shorten the attack distance.

Then he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

"clang--!!!!"

The scream of tearing the air rang in his ears, and the icy sickle turned into an afterimage in Chanis' hands, attacking Anson with a very strange gesture.

Just as he was about to be torn into pieces, An Sen abruptly stopped the bayonet that had been stabbed, and used the back of the knife to support the sickle.

An Sen, who pursed his lips tightly, was shocked, and he could even hear the wailing of his bones.

But Chanis' attack isn't over yet!

The cold-faced Inquisitor gripped the long handle tightly and drew back without warning.

An Sen, who was stuck within three steps of the sickle, watched helplessly as the sickle came from his back.

"puff!"

Accompanied by a puff of smoke, the falling sickle drew a string of sparks on the rock wall.

There was a sinister smile on the corner of Chanis' mouth, and the scythe that failed suddenly began to tremble, emitting a sharp whistle, and dragging the sparks to Anson's head.

An Sen, who had just escaped the catastrophe and gradually condensed from the smoke into a solid body, was unavoidable. He stared at the sickle that spewed steam toward his face, and the right hand that threw the "dagger" revolver snapped his fingers again.

Conjuration, [Rising Fire]

"Um?!"

Chanis, who frowned slightly, turned his head sharply, and the sparks that the sickle blade knocked on the wall suddenly stopped, suddenly turned into a raging fire, and turned into a golden-red torrent that rushed towards him.

Seizing the opponent's flaw at this moment, Anson with his teeth clenched desperately rushed behind him - at the same time, he did not forget to take out a grenade and throw it at the opponent.

The metal ball rolling in the air rushed into the sea of ​​fire, and dazzling fireworks burst out in front of Chanis, whose eyes were wide open.

"boom--!!!!"

The deafening loud noise shook the corridor, and An Sen, who fell backwards, was directly knocked out by the air wave and slammed into the rock wall.

Thick smoke filled the entire corridor.

Anson, who was enduring the dizziness and pain, got up from the ground, raised his hand to catch the "dagger" revolver that fell from the sky, loaded, loaded, and buckled the hammer. .

This is a very obvious reason - an Inquisitor of the level of Chanis cannot be sent to see the Ring of Order simply by a little magic and a grenade.

"clang!"

At the moment when the gun flames roared, a touch of metal collision flame burst out from the smoke.

Before he could think about it, Anson slid behind him to dodge, while frantically pulling the trigger.

"Clang——clang! clang! clang! clang!"

The scythe that sounded the whistle ripped through the smoke screen, and the black afterimage shattered the lead bullets one by one, hitting them like a steam train.

"clang--!!!!"

Abruptly, he used the bayonet to hold the scythe that fell head-on. The momentum from the blade made An Sen shocked, and his face paled instantly.

Although he blocked the attack, the intense pain gave the illusion of being split in half.

Not only that... The roaring sickle continued to breathe out smoke, and the entire corridor reverberated with the whistle of the whistle.

The terrified Anson suddenly raised his head and found that Chanis was also staring at him. Under his bloodshot pupils, he spit out a low roar from the corner of his mouth biting the pipe:

"Old God faction... must die!"

When the voice fell, it was like an instant explosion of dense white vapor.

The pitch-black corridor shook violently, and countless rubble cracked from the rock wall on the top floor, dissipating invisible in the high-temperature steam before falling to the ground.

"boom--!"

In the darkness shrouded in steam, a golden-red fire lit up.

At the last second of becoming [Anson Bach (Cooked)], Anson, who was enduring the pain, shot a [Gathering Flame] directly under him.

The power of the conjurer is to interfere and distort reality. In other words, as long as the magic is within the casting range, as long as the magic in memory has not been completely exhausted, even in a vacuum without oxygen or in the deep blue sea, the flame can be ignited. .

Although the taste of being roasted by fire is not pleasant, it is at least 10,000 times stronger than being steamed.

The white fog dissipated, and Chanis, who frowned, stared coldly at the figure shrouded in flames, and silently raised the scythe in his hand.

Anson was breathing heavily, and the scattered flames mixed with ashes rose and danced around him; the whole person was covered with scorched remnants of ashes from head to toe, and he was extremely embarrassed.

In contrast, Chanis is just a little more dusty on the windbreaker, and all the blood and dirt have evaporated in the explosion just now.

Is this the strength of the retiring Inquisitor?

Unlike Lawrence's tyrannical defense, it is not like the "Sea Knight" that Louis Bernard has improved in an all-round way, but it is very similar to a guy who is said to "collapse half of the position with one voice".

Simple answer to the extreme, but also overbearing to the extreme power.

"Cough cough cough...!!!"

An Sen, who took a deep breath, coughed violently, sucking in a breath of steam, his entire throat and lungs seemed to be burning violently, only slightly undulating, as if someone had used a mace full of rust nails to pierce his trachea. Like poking in.

An Sen's body was tense, and his cheeks kept twitching in pain.

If the other party does this again, I am afraid I have to...

"The power of blood?"

Chanis suddenly froze in place, staring at Anson with disbelief: "What Cole Dorian said is actually true... You..."

"You turned out to be a genius?!"

Anson was startled suddenly.

He suddenly remembered something. In his impression, Louis seemed to have said that even if he didn't use his abilities, the talented people who had awakened the power of the bloodline could sense each other's existence in some way.

Looking at the appearance of Chanis, could it be that he is aware of the reaction of the talented person in him?

"How is this possible... A spell caster who believes in the old gods, the power of the blood in the body has not dissipated, but is still intact?! This... This is absolutely unprecedented..."

Chanis, who was shocked to the extreme, suddenly stopped talking.

No, not right.

Not unprecedented.

This has been the case in the history of the Church of Order, and it was just a hundred years ago.

That... the guy who turned the whole world of order upside down...

At that moment, the Inquisitor with an unbelievable face suddenly had a ferocious expression; the steam scythe screamed, and suddenly launched an offensive without warning.

"boom--!!!!"

At the moment when the steam exploded loudly, Anson didn't hesitate for a moment, turned his head and dropped Chanis directly and ran towards the exit of the underground passage.

Right now, I don't have the means to effectively kill this guy at all. Even if I bet on the power of the bloodline to "return the dead", it can only delay it for a little time.

Moreover, An Sen expressed serious doubts about whether he could still activate the power of blood after being completely steamed.

"boom--!!!!"

Another bang.

In the surging steam, Chanis, wielding a scythe, killed him from behind at an alarming speed.

The continuous trembling sound shook the entire underground passage; the traces of cracks continued to extend on the rock walls on both sides, and countless gravel rubble mixed with dust fell down from the rock wall above.

Hearing the screaming sound coming closer and closer behind him, the panting Anson's expression became more and more ugly.

At this dying moment, he suddenly remembered a question that was a little confusing before - since Chanis had to kill himself, why did he save his life when he entered the underground passage?

Obviously, as long as you leave it alone, you will not be able to enter the underground passage. It is definitely a high probability event that you will be bombarded by the artillery fire of the Knights' airship.

The answer is simple - because he is going to kill himself!

Obviously, for Chanis, it doesn't matter what his identity is from the beginning, he doesn't care about it at all, all he wants is to kill more old gods.

As he himself said ~www.readwn.com~ From the moment he became a spellcaster, he was no longer a "human"; no matter how friendly or similar he looked, he was an undead enemy.

The Old Gods must die... This is the logic of Chanis, or in other words, many judges.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of gunfire suddenly sounded in front of the underground passage, and An Sen, who was trembling all over, suddenly raised his head, and a familiar figure came into his eyes.

Is that... Louie? !

The expressionless Louis Bernard stood in front of the exit of the passage, his icy eyes staring at Anson, who was desperately running, and Chanis, who was chasing after him.

He looked at the friend who beat him time and time again, the friend who had hurt Freya Moses Field in front of him, and the friend who killed his brother Claude Bernard and captured Thunder Castle.

After a long silence, Louis slowly put down the smoking revolver in his right hand, and aimed the dark muzzle straight ahead.

Anson's heart froze.

In his current state, even if he has the power of blood, he will definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of Louis and Chanis! What's more, there is the Knights of Judgment outside.

Louis... He doesn't even need to do it himself, as long as he discloses the information that "Anson Bach is a spellcaster" to the Knights of Judgment, he will be dead!

"Anson—" Louis with a complicated expression suddenly shouted:

"Get down!"

An Sen, who was suddenly stunned, stopped, and his eyes immediately noticed that there was another petite figure standing behind Louis.

Freya Mosesfield? !

The expressionless Queen Iser slowly raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and pointed her palm straight ahead...

Then he clenched his fists sharply.

"boom----!!!!"