I Will Be The Crowned King

The crowded ceremony site was still in chaos. Although Alexei barely managed to maintain order at the scene, the insanity of Harold's widow and the death of Senator Mason were not something he and 300 soldiers could suppress. of.

The latter is the supreme leader of Beluga Port - even if it is only superficially - the former is the "entity" that unites the spiritual symbol of the entire Beluga Port, and represents a large number of interest groups; now one is killed and the other is "crazy", If there is no chaos, it is abnormal.

An Sen could "see" many people desperately avoiding the gazes of the soldiers. While pretending to remain silent, they communicated with others in a low voice or by using notes, gestures, etc.; the seemingly peaceful ceremony was already a boiling kettle. It can spew, vaporize, and evaporate at any time.

And the reinforcements that Alexei is waiting for are destined to be unable to come... The riots broke out at the chapel and Teapot Street at the same time, explosions and gangs just blocked the two fast passages for the army to enter the city; if they are not solved, the reinforcements will There is simply no easy access to the council in the city centre.

Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes at most, Alexei and three hundred soldiers who can't solve the problem and can't find the murderer will be unable to control the situation; no matter what the black mage wants to do, it is the most he can do. good time.

The intoxicating smoke wafted out of the dark smoking room, and at the end of the only fire flickering, the expressionless Anson sat in the large armchair, with his right leg crossed, watching the majority of the chess player silently. Beluga Harbor.

More than half of the tobacco was burned, and the room was completely filled with smoke, which was enough to close all the sights trying to explore this secret room.

The commotion at the ceremony site became more and more obvious; the crowd who could "keep calm" seemed to have discovered an anomaly in the distance, and the reinforcements that had not appeared for a long time made them bold again.

Alexei immediately stopped the crackdown, and even ordered the shooting of several congressmen and property owners who tried to provoke them, but they were unable to suppress the excited crowd; especially the members of the "Harold Foundation", who started "the statue bleeding" ' demanded an explanation and the release of Harold's widow, who was under house arrest.

This kind of request, which sounded very reasonable at first glance, was immediately responded by many people present, but none of Alexei would agree to it; the former group would definitely not accept the answer of "there are ghosts from the old gods" , the latter will only make the "Harold Foundation" more arrogant, using the poor lady as a banner.

Under the dilemma, Alexei had to say that he "needs to ask the commander-in-chief for instructions" to delay the time; but this can only appease some people, and the rest of the people who have been overthrown by the Harold Foundation are simply unacceptable.

The atmosphere at the ceremony had begun to move from riots to confrontation. Fortunately, the storm division, who had experienced the "Clowe Rebellion", had some experience in suppressing riots. Before the atmosphere was relatively calm, they had already set up roadblocks around the ceremony site. Reject the horse; exercise restraint in rioting and clamoring, but never be soft on those who cross the line, and shoot to kill decisively.

The Harold Foundation is still clamoring for "investigate the cause of Speaker Harold's death", "Mason Weizler is a traitor to usurp power", "The garrison has no right to rule Moby Dick"...

Even if the battered Alexei did not give in, he still could not prevent the situation from getting out of control.

At this moment, several figures suddenly showing panic expressions tried their best to squeeze out of the crowd, trying to hit the roadblock set up by the storm division, but they were shot and killed on the spot without any accident; Grim death.

But the same behavior did not stop, and soon another person made a similar behavior, rushing to the fence like a madman, and then fell under the gun of the storm division.

That black mage, he intends to intensify the situation, create a rift between Beluga Harbor and Stormmaster, and cause confusion to facilitate his escape... Anson's expression in the darkness moved slightly.

Alexei, who was at the scene, obviously realized this. While alert, he shouted loudly to maintain order, and quickly approached the area near the few people just now. At the same time, he directed his guards to tighten the surrounding blockade, but did not. Did not bring them close together.

The response is quick, and it is also very wise to avoid letting the black mage get close to his own people; but isn't he from the Dukasky family of the empire, how does he know about the old gods?

Just as Anson was surprised, an "emotional" member of the Harold Foundation suddenly approached, and without warning, he pulled a pistol from his collar, aimed at the commander of the Second Infantry and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

At the moment when the gun flames spewed, Alexei, who should have been shot in the head, stood there intact, with no traces on his body.

The Foundation member who fired the shot was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the dark muzzle.

"What, do you think it's incredible?"

With a frosty face, Alexei slowly turned his head and stared at the two Foundation members who were stunned in place: "Obviously I was hit, why am I still alive... Right?"

The atmosphere instantly fell into dead silence.

"Strange, you want to drive the storm division away from Beluga Harbor, why don't you collect more information about us? Even if you know a little about what happened that night in the warehouse, you might be able to kill me. "

Alexey smiled suddenly: "Who is the head of this Harold Foundation?"

"it's me."

In the extremely oppressive silence, a figure came out behind the panicked Foundation members; wearing the same clothes as all the members, with soft facial lines and black and gray hair and beards, they looked mature and stable.

He pushed away the members behind him who were trying to stop him, and walked forward while bowing slightly to Alexei: "Although I have never had the honor to hear your name, if you don't even know the dignified 'Fire Knight Dukasky', It is too ignorant.”

Um?

Anson in the smoking room was stunned, Fire Knight? Fire knights shouldn't be...

"Lonely?"

Alexei's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change significantly: "Except for the surrounding areas of Xiaolong Principality, not many people should know about the 'Fire Knight Dukasky', let alone the Clovis people."

"It happened next that there was a relative living in Xiaolong City, who told me some local knowledge." The man's attitude was still very gentle: "It is an honor to meet the descendants of the geniuses of the imperial court marquis."

"Of course, it is a great pity to meet you in this way, and please believe that we do not intend to be your enemy; as long as you immediately release Speaker Harold's widow and give an answer to the accident at today's ceremony, we will Absolutely not..."

Before he finished speaking, Alexei suddenly stepped forward, held the knife handle at his waist tightly, and charged straight at the man.

"stop!"

The surrounding Harold Foundation members pulled out their pistols one after another, and even the guy who had just been frightened and stunned stepped forward; but before they could take aim, Alexei had already grabbed the man's clothes. Collar, backhand with the right arm knuckle buckle in front of the body.

"Shoot!"

Looking around and pointing at the muzzle of his gun, Alexei shouted sharply: "I am the second infantry commander of the Storm Division, lieutenant colonel Alexei Dukasky, if you are not afraid of death, just give it a try!"

"boom!"

The moment the voice fell, two gunshots sounded at the same time.

The two Foundation members who pulled the trigger looked stunned, staring at the missing revolver, the vanishing hands, and the bleeding wrists that smelled of burnt stench.

After a full half a minute, the two of them let out a shrill scream amid the shock of the people around them:

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

With the sound of piercing the eardrum, Alexei slowly pulled out the officer's saber around his waist, the tip of the knife straight ahead.

In the next second, the mirror-like blade gradually turned into a dazzling golden red in the eyes of countless pairs of terrified eyes.

"Shoot or get out! Don't stand in the way!" Alexei growled:

"Everything that happened today, the headquarters will naturally give an answer, but not now! Now, everyone who doesn't want to be killed as a rebel, either obey the order obediently, and don't do anything without authorization!"

"Otherwise... shoot to death!"

The members of the Foundation looked at each other, looked at the burning long knife, and looked at the companion who had lost his hands and kneeled and screamed, and silently chose to retreat.

The "hostage" held by Alexei wanted to resist, but the next second he could only widen his eyes and let out a miserable wailing sound in horror.

You are burning yourself!

This guy, in order to attach fire to his weapon, is burning himself as fuel!

Flesh, blood, bones, organs... My body seems to have turned into wood and coal from head to toe, and is constantly releasing raging fire through "burning", burning my life!

But in the sight of the people around him, he seemed to be locked in the throat too tightly, and he kept struggling and wailing; so that the Foundation members who were still trying to persevere in the end had to get out of the way, throw down their weapons, and stand obediently. in situ.

With a hostage in one hand and a flaming sword in the other, Alexei's eyes were gloomy, and he approached the direction where the magic breath just came.

The reason why he didn't immediately rush to the opponent just now and chose to "show off his force" to the people around him was not only because he was worried that he might have made a mistake in the identification or fell into the opponent's trap, but also to temporarily suppress the crowd and prevent the opponent from escaping through chaos.

As the commander of the second infantry regiment, he has not forgotten his mission - arresting the murderer is second, and maintaining the order and safety of the ceremony is the primary responsibility.

The burning blade "split" the crowd like cutting butter, and Alexei, who gradually approached inward, began to vaguely guess the identity of the other party.

In the smoking room, An Sen, who was always staring at the ceremony site, was 100% sure that the guy in charge of the coordination committee and the second-in-command of Mason was the Black Mage himself!

"Chloe Musk, finally let me find you..."

Just as he muttered to himself, a dark shadow suddenly came from directly under the chair he was sitting on.

"clang!"

At the moment when the shadow of the person and the chair penetrated, the diffuse smoke suddenly turned into a shield, and the dazzling fire flashed under the chair.

The reason why he chose the surveillance location in the smoking room is not just because "smoking is allowed".

The failed "Assaulter" didn't seem to want to give up, and another dark shadow slammed out from the fireplace on the side; this time Anson finally saw the true face of the dark shadow - it was a rod with a metallic sheen, Dark and flawless spear!

call--

Just when the spear was about to fill his brain, a root of "smoke tentacles" stretched out from the surrounding thick fog, entangling the gun body tightly; in addition to the binding force comparable to a steel cable, the tentacles can also release Superglue-like "smoke slime" that holds spears and tentacles together as well as walls.

The attacker, who noticed that the gun body was stuck, tried desperately to break free, but as the "smoke tentacles" became stronger and stronger, the strength of the opponent's break free also began to weaken, and was finally completely fixed in the distance between Anson and Anson only a few tens of centimeters. position.

After a while, the spear did not move at all; Anson, who was faintly aware of something, stood up and opened the door of the smoking room.

There was not even a half figure outside the empty door, let alone the breath of anyone who had come before. There was only a **** handwriting on the door, which was obviously written by biting a finger:

"For... the undead Speaker Harold..."

………………

Square area, "Faith of the Faith" chapel.

The gangsters with all kinds of weapons leaned against the wall, tremblingly watching the big hole in the wall that they had just blown up with their own hands, and there was no blood on their faces.

Just a few minutes ago, they discovered that they had made a very serious mistake.

To be precise, it was to offend someone they couldn't afford to offend at all.

More precisely, a... doctor.

"Do you know how I opened a veterinary hospital in Clovis City in just half a year, and by the way, I am proficient in various internal and surgical operations, and became a general practitioner?"

Hank, who was sitting on the hospital bed, kicked the human-shaped corpse beside his feet. Habit."

"I...will treat the bounty prisoners I catch...heal~www.readwn.com~ Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, coughing, asthma, ruptured internal organs, sore throat, wound infection...Me and all the other inhuman **** No, I'm going to make sure they're healthy before handing them over to the Guards or someone else who's offering them a bounty—and then hanged, decapitated, or turned into food by a steam valve."

"It's a good habit! But it's not easy to develop a good habit, especially when you have no experience at all; but I'm also a very creative person, and will come up with very creative treatments under limited conditions. They rule well."

"Of course, some of the unfortunate people didn't last until the moment they were cured... Uh, the 'part' here means the vast majority."

"So you've found the right person! If you meet the other Stormtroopers, you will be shot to death; if you meet me, I will first wound you, and then use my 'creative therapy' to restore your health stand up!"

"If you can hold on to the end..."

The smiling military doctor jumped out of the hospital bed, and while looking at the figure hiding behind the corner, he pulled out two shortened shotguns from under the white coat.

The next second, dazzling gunfire and excited shouts resounded throughout the ward.