I Will Be The Crowned King

The eleventh chapter of the text is silenced? !

"boom!"

The dazzling firelight bloomed in the rain curtain, forcibly knocked off the falling blade.

Pfft!

The crew who survived the disaster fell on the deck, and the navigator's figure was reflected in the pupils overflowing with fear, which was mutating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

Before he could return to his senses, five spear flames struck again; one on the head, two on the arm, and two on the torso... The scarlet blood mist bloomed in the rain, the corpse of the navigator whose head was blasted, and both arms were broken. Convulsing in place, blood poured out of his chest like a fountain.

Almost at the same time, a figure in a gray coat suddenly jumped up from the fence, loaded the revolver in his hand and pulled out a bright silver bayonet from under his left sleeve, stepped across the chaotic deck, and rushed towards the navigator's body without hesitation. .

"Colonel Anson?!" The startled William Cecil suddenly raised his head and screamed at the afterimage flashing by him.

"Keep the status quo and let the Crown go at full speed!"

Drawing his gun at the blood-spraying corpse, Anson shouted behind him without turning his head; the strong wind blew his three-cornered hat, and his rain-soaked hair almost blocked his sight.

But Anson doesn't care... The boundary of the storm is already at hand, no matter whether the caster is "Sea of ​​Netherworld" or other fancy things, its spellcasting range is limited.

Judging from the fact that the "existence" of the other party is constantly weakening, its scope has been expanded to the limit.

Of course, the premise is that this guy is really a magician. If it is black magic or blood magic, it is another matter.

"Puff-puff-!"

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, the body of the spitting navigator suddenly began to swell. Three tentacles protruded directly from the wounds on the neck and arms where the head was blown up, and at the same time, the mouthpiece was opened, sending out something similar to the movement of the stomach to Ansen. tweet.

It was answered by the roar of the Dagger Revolver.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three lead bullets were fired one by one, aiming at the terminals of the left and right tentacles and the navigator's heart respectively.

At the last second when his heart was about to explode, the navigator who was still spewing blood from his chest jumped up and charged into the air with a jumping force that was definitely not human, attacking Anson who had no time to dodge from top to bottom.

But this happened to make the other group of people behind him finally no longer have to worry about the risk of accidentally hurting friendly forces.

"Volley - fire!"

The moment William Cecil roared, the sailors who were guarding the deck exit simultaneously raised their guns and pulled the trigger into the pitch-black night sky.

The smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the viscous flesh turned into a little rain, and sprinkled on the deck.

The next second, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the explosion, tore open the rain curtain with an unstoppable momentum, and slammed towards William Cecil who was behind the crowd.

That's too late!

The flashed Anson's face was startled, and the opponent's speed obviously surpassed him - although this was not a big deal - unless he used "Mist of the Undead" in such a short time, he would not be able to stop the opponent at all.

The target of the navigator is William. It is obvious that the opposite spellcaster does not kill indiscriminately when hunting, but must obey certain "rules", and this rule is probably closely related to its ability.

In just one thousandth of a second, a perfect plan appeared in Anson's mind.

He threw the bayonet in his left hand, then raised his gun at the end of the handle of the flying bayonet at the same time, and pulled the trigger decisively.

It is impossible for you to use conjuration magic in public, but you can take back the "powers" released, cover the casting range on the deck, and strengthen the unique sense of distance of conjurers!

Looking at the black shadow coming towards him, William, whose scalp was numb, was so nervous that his heartbeat almost stopped. A silver light suddenly flashed in front of him, who had instinctively pressed the handle of the knife, hitting the navigator's chest.

"puff!"

This time the navigator didn't dodge, the sharp bayonet directly tore the flesh and blood that had lost its vitality, penetrated the heart and burst out of the chest from behind, and was forcefully dragged out by inertia, hitting the side of the ship heavily.

The navigator nailed by the bayonet, the scarlet eyes are shining brighter, the body riddled with holes is constantly growing new tentacles from the wound, some like granulation, some have octopus suckers, some are covered with inverted Thorns, some resembling the mouthparts of arthropods...

Attacking Anson from all directions, as if planning to give him a warm hug.

For such a "passionate" expression, Anson decisively gave the other party an equally sincere gift - he took out a pitch-black column from his arms, pulled the ring and threw it out, then raised the "dagger" revolver , and fired five shots at the monster and the column.

"boom--!!!!"

The golden red firelight illuminated the dark night sky, and the entire deck of the Crown was shaken.

Rolling his eyes, the navigator's corpse completely turned into a scorched black, and the torso and tentacles were melted together in the flames, and sprinkled with raindrops.

"What weapon is this?"

William and the crew were stunned.

"The latest grenade produced by the August Armoury Factory, alias 'Miss Thalia's Hospitality'."

While gasping for breath, Anson stared at the wreckage of the navigator, while still not forgetting to take out a postcard from his jacket pocket and throw it to him:

"Here is the contact information of the military factory. In addition to grenades, they also produce breech-loading rifles, field guns, baggage equipment and large towing equipment - send someone to find a Mr. Erich and call me by my name. 20% off, buy enough 50,000 gold coins and get free shipping!"

William Cecil: "..."

As a loyal follower of the Luen family and a qualified salesperson, it makes perfect sense to carry product samples with you to show customers the quality.

Although this was not the original purpose, at the moment when he started, Anson suddenly thought that he might be able to use this opportunity to further win over the Cecil family, so that the Royal Navy could also become a major customer of the August Armoury Factory.

Although the army market at home and abroad is huge, there are also many competitors; not only are there many giants and foreign companies, many are even directly controlled by the Clovis royal family, and there is not much profit left.

In contrast, the Royal Navy, as a relatively independent system, has higher economic autonomy than the Clovis Army, and individual warships can even be customized according to the preferences of the royal family or the senior navy, not to mention the weapons of sailors.

If you can let the Franz family provide them with light beer, the Rune family is responsible for providing light weapons and logistics logistics, and the two giants of Clovis serve her Royal Navy, this...

Just when Anson started to think wildly, there was a sudden commotion on the deck that had stabilized a little - except for the navigator who was killed. The bodies of the other five watchmen also climbed up one after another, and strange sounds came from their violently wriggling bodies.

"Anson, behind you!"

William Cecil's exclamation sounded from the deck.

Looking at the five corpses already covered in tentacles, Anson took out the "Mist Pipe" from his arms, biting the corner of his mouth and shouting behind him:

"Let all the crew leave, all below deck!"

At this moment, William did not hesitate at all, and immediately issued the order to retreat to the entire crew-although he did not know what Anson wanted to do, since he chose to trust the judgment of the other party, there should be no further hesitation.

Never doubt your captain, the iron law of the sea!

After confirming that no more monsters climbed on the battleship, the terrified sailors began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Only Anson, William and the first mate holding the rudder were left on the entire deck, as well as the corpses of crew members and monsters everywhere.

Looking around at the corpse that had begun to surround him, Anson fired the misty pipe.

The ability of this magic item is actually very limited, that is, it creates a dense fog that blocks the view, and it is not limited to the occasion; it is of course not meaningful to a group of corpses - it may even be meaningless - but it can hide the traces of using conjuration magic.

Although the Church of Order is extremely strict with the management of all things involving the Old Gods, it is clear that there are some "unspoken rules" - otherwise, Viscount Bogner would not dare to hide magic items, let alone keep them To myself as a "confidant of the archbishop".

In addition, this is a turbulent sea, as long as it is not too obvious, it should not become the target of public criticism.

call--

At the moment when the thick fog enveloped the entire deck, the five corpses jumped up at the same time and rushed towards the position where An Sen was standing from different directions.

There was a shriek of tearing air in his ears, An Sen put on his "anonymous glasses" unhurriedly, stuffed the lead bullet engraved with [Gathering Flame] into the magazine, and pulled the trigger towards the first figure who came.

"boom!"

The flames flashed through the smoke, and the twisted corpse was directly blown into two pieces. The remaining wreckage continued to burn in the flames, turning into floating ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seizing the gap in this moment, he threw himself directly towards the ashes corpse; while rushing up, there was a shock that pierced the eardrum from the place where he had just stood.

Without looking back, An Sen, who used his "ability", saw that the deck was directly smashed through by four thick tentacles, and the cracked wooden pieces fell down, and there were several screams.

With a missed strike, the remaining four living corpses controlled by tentacles showed obvious hesitation, turning their backs to the target of finding their prey.

Very good, it seems that the anonymous glasses are also effective for them... Anson with a slight movement in his heart immediately put down the "dagger" revolver that he had raised, and opened his left hand at the position where he just stopped.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

In the next second, the ashes floating in the smoke suddenly lit up, like a phoenix reborn from Nirvana, blazing fire around the four corpses!

boom--

This is the advantage of incantation, which has absolute control within the casting range - even in a heavy rain, it can also rekindle the ashes that are about to be extinguished.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and grease ignited, melted, and turned into charcoal rang out on the deck; the living corpses controlled by tentacles twitched in pain and attacked Anson desperately.

Looking at the afterimage that broke through the fog, An Sen didn't hesitate at all, snapped his fingers with a "Clap!" and stamped [Hunting] on the "Dagger" revolver.

"boom!"

The moment the gun rang, a golden-red beam of light penetrated the entire deck of the battleship Crown, wiping out a small piece of the railing at the stern.

"puff--!!!!"

Flesh splattered!

One after the other, the two corpses hit by [Hunting], together with their burning bodies, were directly engulfed by [Rising Fire]; the remaining living corpses attacked An Sen who was standing there at the same time.

Just as he was about to be torn apart by the tentacles, An Sen's body, who had completed the [Mist of the Undead], turned into a white smoke that was indistinguishable from the surrounding mist, dodging the fatal blow.

In the next second, An Sen, who appeared behind the living corpse, raised the "dagger" revolver and stuffed six lead bullets with [Gathering Flame] rubbed into the magazine.

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

The flame of the gun and the flame of the explosion broke apart in the thick fog at the same time, Anson opened his right hand again, aimed at the position of the living corpse and released [Rising Fire].

This is one of the biggest advantages of conjuration magic. As long as you master advanced skills, even a low-level spellcaster can use tricks to match the power of high-level magic.

Of course, the premise of doing this is to have sufficient magic reserves. After all, the biggest disadvantage of incantation magic is that all magic must be prepared in advance to be released, and the amount that can be prepared every day is also limited; but this is not a problem for Anson at all, If he is cautious, he will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary. Even the storage capacity of high-level skills such as [Hunting] starts with three digits.

boom--

The flames of the explosion instantly expanded, turning into a huge pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky from the deck of the ship.

When the flames subsided, the remaining two corpses had been completely torn apart by the flames~www.readwn.com~ and turned into a pool of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and looking at Anson Bach, who was standing in the middle of a pool of blood, smoking a pipe calmly, and revolving rounds in his hand, the first mate holding the rudder fell silent.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt that compared with "Sea of ​​Netherworld", perhaps the man in front of him was the one who was truly worthy of fear by others.

"Click!"

With a crisp machine sound, An Sen, who had put away the revolver, slowly turned around, and his calm eyes slowly turned to the chief mate at the rear of the deck.

Under the eyes of the four, the first mate who was holding the rudder suddenly tensed!

I saw Anson Bach with his pipe in his pockets, walking towards him and William Cecil staggering step by step.

What does he want to do?

The first mate's expression suddenly became extremely tense, and then it was related to Ansen's forcible move to clear the field just now, and the reaction from his body after he used the magic tool that created smoke...

Is he trying to shut up? !

Thinking back to the spellcasters he had seen in the colony and what they had done, the first mate realized that he had probably made an unprecedented and fatal mistake.

Approaching step by step, the staggering figure was approaching like the shadow of a demon, making the first officer feel that the whole person was wrapped in fear.

Ten meters...five meters...three meters...

"Snapped!"

The moment the other party stopped, the first mate, who was covered in cold sweat, clenched the shotgun around his waist.

I saw An Sen slowly raised his right hand, took down the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and reached forward with his left hand, holding on to the railing of the ship's side, and then...

"vomit--!!!!"

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