I Will Be The Crowned King

The latest website: At the moment of being stared at by Xue Tong, An Sen's heart suddenly tightened, and the biting ice cold instantly solidified his consciousness, and the whole world turned scarlet.

But the brain couldn't control the body, and it couldn't stop him from pulling the trigger-especially when the right index finger was already bound by the [Smoke Chain], and it was forced to be pulled in advance.

"boom!"

Ke Luo's head exploded in an instant, and the lead bullet penetrated directly from the bridge of the nose to the back of the neck. The bone **** that shattered into mist was sprayed everywhere with blood plasma and various brain tissue and organ fragments. The headless body fell straight forward. at the door.

The sense of restraint was instantly lifted, and An Sen, who had no time to blink, endured the sourness of the foreign body entering his pupils, decisively took out his anonymous glasses and activated [Mist of the Dead].

The reason why I didn't wear glasses at the beginning was mainly because I was worried about arousing the vigilance of the other party. I had a record of fighting with the Wuxin Knights. Since the other party was targeted, they must have mastered the necessary information.

In the form of smoke, he slowly "floated" into the lounge, and only released the state after confirming that there was no magic reaction around him, and gradually gathered into a solid body.

However, just as he returned to normal, the cold touch struck again, eroding his consciousness like some kind of strong addictive stimulant.

An Sen could clearly feel that his response was starting to become sluggish. Even though his body and limbs were still able to move normally and freely, he seemed to be separated by an incomparably long distance from himself, and it would take a long time before he could respond.

Almost at the same time, the shadows in the lounge also began to twist abnormally, stretched out like tentacles, and attacked from all directions.

"...The power of black magic is based on mental manipulation, and the powerful mental power can even react to entities after reaching a certain level - of course, this requires extremely strong power - to guide, persuade, deceive them or them, according to their own will. act..."

"...some inexperienced people will see 'bending a spoon' as a conjurer's ability; although there is no denying that they can do it, it is actually an advanced technique of black magic..."

The gradually dull thinking made Anson's mind flash back fragments of "The Great Magic Book":

"...The black mage's skills are mainly inductive. Whether reading minds or forcibly manipulating someone, breaking down the inner barriers is the first step. Among them, the dream-like illusions are proven to be very effective..."

Countless shadows gradually engulfed the light in the room, and in the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, you can vaguely see a twisted figure, standing up slowly from the corner and invisible place, with a trace from the chest. A dull growl.

Anson instinctively wanted to raise the "dagger" revolver, but his gradually eroded consciousness made the simplest action extremely slow, and even the power to breathe and turn his eyeballs was very difficult.

"...But dreams are not everything..."

The right hand gripping the revolver was trembling like an epilepsy, slowly raising it little by little, aiming at the slowly approaching shadow; its shape could not be discerned, and the heavy footsteps sounded like nails hitting Anson. of the temples.

"...Maybe it's a certain opportunity, maybe it's the perception of an unreasonable anomaly... All can remove the interference of dreams and maintain the most basic sense of reason and sobriety..."

Enduring the pain, Anson desperately pulled the hammer of the revolver.

"boom!"

The dazzling gunfire illuminated the surrounding darkness, as well as the hideous shadow that was slowly approaching.

Former Speaker Harold, whose heart was blown out and whose eyes and nose were gouged out, appeared in front of Anson. His **** mouth was open and crooked, and his broken teeth were biting a lead bullet.

"...So, you have already recovered your senses, right... Your Excellency Anson Bach?"

The flashback in his mind suddenly turned into a sneer from Chloe Musk.

Anson's eyes widened suddenly, and while awake instantly, he aimed at "Harold" and frantically pulled the trigger.

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

Two heads, two chests, one torso... The shrieks that ripped through the air instantly shattered "Harold"'s head, and immediately tore the entire upper body into a pool of indistinguishable minced meat, with cracked internal organs mixed with Corrupted plasma, giving off a strong stench.

But then more shadows emerged from the darkness. The twisted figure seemed to be Harold, but it didn't seem to be. The impatient growl seemed to smell the breath of the prey.

"...I have to admit that you are really an excellent actor, and even I was almost deceived by you; unfortunately, even a successful liar can't turn a lie into reality..."

"...What I didn't expect was that the rumors were actually true. You got the "Great Magic Book" from Clovis Cathedral. This is a surprise..."

The babble in his mind continued, facing the increasingly approaching shadow, An Sen snapped his fingers with a "crack!"

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

boom--

The golden red firelight instantly swept his vision, and countless twisted shadows struggled in the sea of ​​​​fire, burning and melting, illuminating the entire lounge.

But there was no sign of Chloe Musk in the raging fire.

Before the sea of ​​​​fire disappeared, Anson immediately started the fog pipe, and thick white smoke began to fill the lounge.

Almost at the same time as the flames dissipated, the dark shadow grew savagely again, passing through the layers of mist created by the smoke, striking towards An Sen with great precision.

"...Do you think that as long as you open the casting range, you can avoid being affected by the 'dream' when you activate the spell? Hahahahaha...A naive idea..." Chloë Musk sneered lazily:

"...What is it that gives you the 'successful casting', rather than the illusion of standing in place?"

The moment the voice fell, the "familiar" stagnation once again struck An Sen's consciousness; the figure who was just about to dodge staggered, and almost plunged directly into the shadow that was coming towards him.

An Sen, whose consciousness was chaotic, slid to avoid the shadows that were close at hand, and snapped his fingers to activate [Yan Yujia] again.

The surrounding smoke began to spread rapidly, and began to burn in the air; the gray-white flame seemed to have some kind of stickiness, firmly covering the shadow, and lit every corner of the lounge.

But just as he directed the "smoke flame" to burn quickly and directly burn out the shadows, the raging fire suddenly began to weaken and extinguish... and finally returned to the original form of smoke.

"...Oh, my respected Excellency Anson Bach, you don't really think you can break free from the 'dreamland', do you?" Chloe Musk's mocking babble sounded again:

"...I saw through your evil plan from the very beginning, but I just didn't want to expose it directly, until you thought you were right... stepping into the... trap I had already prepared..."

"boom--!!!!"

The dark shadow turned into a bottomless abyss under his feet, and a huge tentacle stretched out from it.

The stunned Anson immediately tried to dodge. He snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the muzzle of his right hand was aimed at the root of the tentacle, but his slow consciousness made everything in vain... The cold touch and the salty taste of the sea were arousing some people. At the same time as the memory, it instantly wrapped around every corner of his body, and then tightened it hard.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

Accompanied by the continuous, tooth-crushing sound, Anson, who was trembling suddenly, was strangled into an extremely distorted shape by the cold tentacles.

The corners of his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his wide eyes were gradually darkening.

In the next second, Anson Bach, whose eyes were lost, and the words froze in his mouth...

It turned into drifting smoke, and re-condensed into its original body three steps away intact.

Spell magic, [Smoke Man].

Almost at the same time, his left hand, which was pinched and snapped, stretched out a "pistol" gesture toward the tentacle.

"boom!"

The golden-red beam of light instantly penetrated the entire lounge, splitting the hideous tentacles in two; the chopped flesh twitched as if it had life, and was gradually swallowed by the flames that burned it.

"...you...you just won't give up, won't give up this pointless struggle..."

It seems to be different from before, Ke Luo's babbling seems to be a little more annoyed and a little impatient: "...Even if you resist, do you think you can escape from the 'dream'? Even if I stand here, you can't even think about it... …”

The voice stopped abruptly.

In the dark lounge, it suddenly became quiet.

The expressionless Anson's mouth slowly rose.

"You...stand...here." With an inexplicable smile, An Sen deliberately said word by word:

"Did I hear it wrong?"

There was no voice to answer him, whether it was deep in his mind or in the shadow-wrapped lounge, the surroundings were suddenly surprisingly quiet.

"As you know, because of a very 'accidental' opportunity, as a conjurer, I have a very simple understanding of black magic; including its principles, the way of casting, advantages and disadvantages."

"Although unlike Conjurers, almost every Black Mage's spellcasting logic is strange, just like every Blood Mage is unique... But under the surface differences, there is still a certain behavioral logic that must be followed."

Anson wrote lightly, and skillfully reloaded the "dagger": "This logic can be a strong influence on reality, it can be curses, hallucinations, dreams, emotions..."

"And you... Your Excellency Chloë Musk, your ability... is 'babble'."

"First use 'line' to lock the target, then rely on 'wave' to create a dream, and finally use 'babble' to cast spells, affecting the caster and reality."

"Every word uttered becomes true...very powerful black magic, but that's where its 'logic' lies; 'babble' that works for the caster should work just as well for you--and can't Feel free to change it."

"Therefore, let me make a bold guess..." Anson, speaking to himself, slowly raised his revolver and aimed the muzzle at his temple:

"When you say 'I'm standing here,' you can't get out of here, right?"

There was no response in the empty room, only his own echo.

Anson chuckled confidently, and broke the hammer with force:

"Then, the dream is over...it's time to wake up."

When the words fell, the smiling An Sen's expression suddenly turned cold, and the muzzle that brushed his temples pointed straight ahead.

………………

"boom!"

The hot buckshot was poured into the head of the last gangster, and the big sheriff, covered in blood, stood in the middle of the cluttered street, staring angrily at Julian, the fourth infantry commander who had rushed in, and the five who followed closely behind. Hundreds of infantrymen: "Why are you only here now?!"

"Sorry, something happened to the headquarters."

With heavy guilt, Julien said that this lieutenant colonel was young, but Zhou Zheng's facial features were very immature when combined; his delicate face was flushed with shame: "The military camp was attacked by the indigenous people, we thought There was a riot."

"Aboriginal attack?!"

Lisa was taken aback: "Really?!"

"Really, absolutely!"

As if he was stimulated by something, Julien took a step forward abruptly, and his wide black pupils seemed to contain magic power that could convey emotions: "If you don't believe it, you can ask other people; if necessary, I can I swear to the Ring of Order! If I lied when I thought I was cowardly, then..."

"no!"

Lisa hurriedly interrupted his "self-innocence" and threw the weapon on the ground at a loss, swaying back and forth with a pair of blood-stained hands: "Lisa didn't believe Julien! Lisa just...just... only……"

The stammering girl suddenly pouted, and the circles of her eyes glowed with a water-colored luster.

"I am sorry!"

As soon as he saw the big sheriff's expression, Julien quickly apologized. Now it was his turn to be at a loss... He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wanted to wipe the blood on the girl's face, but suddenly felt that this might not be the case. It's too suitable, kneeling on one knee and standing there in a daze, not moving or not moving with a flustered face.

"I-I really didn't mean to wrong you, I just..."

"Just what?!"

"Just thought you might...may think I...I did it on purpose because I was timid..."

"Is Lisa such a bad girl?!"

"No, absolutely not!"

"real?!"

"Really, absolutely!"

Julien's face was full of promise, and he didn't even realize that he was repeating what he had just said.

"Well~www.readwn.com~ Of course it's true, because Lisa is a good girl." The Chief Sheriff finally showed a satisfied smile, and at the same time extended his right hand towards Julien:

"Bring it."

"Uh, what... ah! By the way, apology!"

The lieutenant colonel, who reacted instantly, hurriedly put the handkerchief on the girl, and hurriedly turned over all his pockets, only to find a piece of chocolate that was kept close to the body in a tin box - one with cream and sugar added. kind of.

Looking at this "novel" food, the girl tasted it with a little disgust; when the black lump melted in her mouth, she instantly fell in love with this usually quite withdrawn guy in front of her.

"Since you are here, come with me!"

With the remaining half of the chocolate, the girl picked up the shotgun on the ground, turned her head and grinned at Julien and the other soldiers:

"Arrest all those criminals who dare to escape!"