I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the gun rang, the expression on Louis Bernard's face was not anger, but stunned.

I didn't realize that... With the power of blood passed down from generation to generation in the Bernard family, I didn't even realize when the enemy in front of him drew his gun.

Blood spewed from his left shoulder, and the young knight who was concentrated used his willpower and the power of blood to restore his balance abruptly and did not fall down. He glared at An Sen with astonished eyes: "You...?!"

Almost at the same time, Anson, who found that the enemy was not killed by a single shot, took a decisive step back, raised his left hand and raised his gun to shoot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The angry young knight felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly retreated; three bullets exploded around his body at almost the same time, urging his body with the power of blood to set up his saber at the limit of his body speed.

"Hey!"

Accompanied by the flash of fire, the sharp whimper exploded from the sharp blade, and the bullet was deflected just before the headshot.

But it's not over yet... Just when Louis was glad that he had escaped the disaster, Anson, who was wielding a saber, was already charging towards him, and the blade was pressing towards his chest.

"Clang!"

The moment the sharp blades collided, the stabbing blade changed direction in the air without warning, picking up the tip of the blade and stabbing him in the throat; the young knight who was dodging to the left almost avoided the tip of the blade.

Then, like a knight's sword, the saber in his hand suddenly slashed down; Anson's attack was shot down with great precision.

An Sen, who had no intention of retreating, raised his smashed and sore right hand, set up the blade and continued to attack the opponent.

During the fight, the frightened and angry young knights were suppressed and defended almost on one side.

He didn't know why, with the power of his own blood, he couldn't even see through the movements of the Clovis officer in front of him, so he could only keep parrying and be careful of his black spear at all times.

He didn't even know that Anson on the opposite side was even more shocked than him.

The opponent is like a prophet who knows how to predict. Every time he attacks, he can dodge or parry perfectly; his reflexes are even more terrifying, and he can dodge accurately without seeing himself shooting, and he can even complete the “knife splitting bullet” that is not human. operate.

And all of this is under the premise that the opponent has been shot in the shoulder and continues to lose blood!

The only thing that counts as an advantage is that this imperial knight should have no actual combat experience - not to mention "fair duels", hesitating in the face of emergencies, and has no desire to attack at all.

Of course, the self who just crossed over was also a "no-compromise" rookie...

"Ah ah ah ah!!"

The blood-soaked Louis Bernard stabbed his right hand horizontally and charged straight towards Anson who was oncoming.

No longer dodging each other's attacks, abandoning all anger and panic; colliding head-on, bringing the tip of the knife to each other's chest.

Like a real knight!

"Clang-!"

An Sen, who was holding a knife with both hands, tried his best to stop the opponent's falling blade, and finally avoided the end of being beheaded by a knife.

But it didn't end, the young knight who missed the knife raised his hilt again, and the blade screamed in the air.

An Sen resolutely retreated, dodging left and right in embarrassment.

It was another blade collision, and the moment the sparks flew, he could almost hear the whine of his own bones.

Not only the speed of reaction, but the explosive power of the opponent is also astonishingly powerful - just after receiving an attack from the opponent, his entire right hand was numb, trembling to the point where he could barely hold the hilt of the sword.

The young knight with only his right arm left without giving Anson any room to breathe. He smashed the weapon he was about to let go with a backhand knife, and the blade slapped Anson on the shoulder.

Anson, who was in pain to the point of gnashing his teeth, knelt down on one knee, and the shriek of sharp blades tearing the air could be heard in his ears.

He didn't dare to think too much, he held up the long knife with his aching hands, and faced the opponent's attack by clinging to his body.

In an instant, Louis, who was slashing with the knife, hesitated for a while, stopped the blade abruptly, and kicked Anson's chest.

"Pfft!"

Anson, who was kicked over, lay on the ground in pain, and the saber in his right hand fell aside.

The young knight, who was slightly relieved, stared at Anson's every move, and kicked away the sword at the same time.

This time, it should be foolproof... The young knight thought so.

"The outcome has been decided, Your Excellency." Pointing the tip of the knife to Anson's throat, Louis Bernard said solemnly: "Surrender, hand over the fortress position, I guarantee the fate of the Empire and the Bernard family, never It will hurt the lives of you and your subordinates."

Panting heavily, An Sen frowned in cold sweat.

"Surrender, you and your subordinates have already fought bravely enough, there is no need to continue this doomed battle." The young knight continued to say righteously:

"Standing on the ground with inferior troops, almost defeating me without using the power of blood - such a record is worthy of your honor..."

"Wait a moment!"

Looking at the young knight who was still trying to persuade him to surrender, Anson couldn't help but interrupt: "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Speaking."

"Although I don't know exactly what your bloodline power is, can I trouble you to look behind you?"

Looking at Anson with a sincere face, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the young knight's mouth.

"Stop trying to struggle, Your Excellency, the same trick is useless to me."

Louis chuckled: "Although I don't know how you did it before, the biggest feature of my bloodline power is that as long as I pay full attention, I can see everything around me, and anything that threatens my existence cannot escape. My prediction."

"Just like you now, every move can't escape my eyes!"

Oh, I see.

Looking at the confidence on the other's face, An Sen, who was expressionless, tried his best to hold back the urge to laugh.

"But I still suggest you, it's better to take a look." An Sen continued tirelessly: "Look around, don't you really think that I was forced to duel with you, right?"

The young knight's expression froze slightly.

"Then... how can you be sure that only one battalion of our troops is stationed at the artillery fort?"

The questioning Anson made Louis feel a little nervous.

Yes, everything that happened today was so weird.

The empty siege positions, the artillery forts that stood alone, and the confident expression on the opponent's face... Could it be that this is really a trap set for the purpose of taking the Thunder Fortress? !

The panic in his heart made the young knight instinctively look back and look in the direction of the fortress.

It's now!

Seizing the moment of the opponent's daze, Anson immediately picked up the Leopold rifle from under him - just when he was kicked down by the opponent, he specifically fell into the position where he threw the rifle.

While standing up and thrusting his gun, Anson pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom-!"

At the moment when the gunfire erupted, the young knight who suddenly turned around raised his right hand, and the saber pierced was as fast as the wind, blocking the bayonet that was stabbed at the back of the neck.

The lead bullet brushed across his right cheek, mixed with some torn blond hair, and slowly fell.

"Sure enough... I guessed it would be like this."

With a frosty face, Louis slashed back with a knife, slapped on the back of Anson's hand with a sound of "Crack!", and the rifle fell to the ground.

An Sen, whose left hand hurt so much that he lost consciousness, took half a step forward. UU read www.uukanshu.com while throwing away the rifle, he had already held down the revolver around his waist, and the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the young knight's eyebrows.

The frightened Louis frowned slightly, and looked at Anson motionlessly.

"Stop making unnecessary struggles, Your Excellency." The young knight said coldly, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart: "Admit defeat, I won't kill you, I just want to end this war!"

"Besides, I know that there is no bullet in your gun. When you attacked me just now..."

"boom-!"

Louie's words were interrupted by the blazing gunfire, and a bullet grazed his left temple.

Feeling the pain coming from his cheek, the young knight stood still, watching Anson who was gasping for breath, he unhurriedly squeezed the hammer of the revolver in his hand, pressed the trigger with his index finger, and said slowly:

"Now... Guess what, is there any bullet in my gun barrel?"

Staring at the muzzle, Louis gritted his teeth in despair.

An Sen, who had a triumphant smile on his face, was so panicked in his heart.

He actually aimed at the center of the opponent's forehead, but his hand was so painful that he hit it crookedly... That shot just now was his last bullet.

Anson, who was motionless, looked at the young knight who was about to die, and froze in place.

As long as the opponent senses something is wrong, he can kill himself with a single knife.

How to do? !

Just when he was at a loss, a loud noise came from the cannon base.

Um?

Wait, that movement doesn't seem to be a cannonball, but a solid bullet? !

The image mapped in his mind made Anson's eyes widen instantly, and a bunch of whistling black shadows split the battlefield in two with a roar, rushing towards him and the young knight precisely.

"Boom!"