I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom--!"

The moment the gunshots rang out, Louis couldn't even believe his eyes.

Hot lead bullets poured out of the gunfire, tearing the air to the sound of the death knell.

With a short loud noise, the delicate body in front of her suddenly shook, and bright red blood plasma overflowed from the delicate breastplate in front of her... At that moment, Louis even heard the sound of her rib breaking and shattering.

Tear the flesh from the back, and the lead bullet that rushed into the body was already torn apart the moment it smashed the first bone, blasted into countless fragments and impacted, tearing the surrounding internal organs.

The elf girl's eyes widened, her pale cheeks instantly filled with disbelief, and she subconsciously released her right hand that was gripping the hilt of the knife.

"Ro...Louis...I..."

She wanted to say something, but the slightly open cherry lips were only mixed with minced meat, and the blood was constantly overflowing; the clear pupils were losing their luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the empty-eyed elf girl slowly collapsed in a pool of her own blood.

Louis was stunned.

Just before he woke up from the shocking picture just now, Anson Bach, who was smoking a pipe, helped the "anonymous glasses" on his face, stepped closer, and then...

The gun was aimed at the elf girl in the pool of blood again.

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

One shot between the eyebrows, one shot in the middle, one shot in the neck, and two shots in the waist.

The elf girl, who had been motionless, struggled and danced in a pool of blood with the sound of the gunshots bursting her eardrums. In a slightly weird twitching movement, delicate blood flowers bloomed on her body over and over again.

The sound of gunfire fell, and the corridor returned to its original dead silence.

After doing all this, Anson opened the magazine of the "dagger" as if nothing had happened, restarted reloading ammunition one by one, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "So... Louis, can you? If you can't calm down, let me explain first."

"Before you... cut me into pieces."

After reloading the ammunition, An Sen raised his head indifferently, and the blood-stained knife tip was placed between his eyebrows.

Louie, who was gnashing his teeth, knelt in a pool of blood. The blood and ashes on his face made his delicate face look a little grim, and gnashing his teeth glared at Anson's every move.

In the heavy breathing, his right hand, which was full of burns and still dripping blood, was clutching the hilt of the knife tightly; the trembling arm proved that he was indeed trying very hard to restrain the urge to pierce Anson's head with a knife.

"Say!"

A simple word, Louie's pronunciation is like biting Anson's flesh and blood.

"Time is running out, just three sentences!" An Sen, who was smoking a pipe, stretched out his left hand and raised three fingers:

"First, I didn't kill her; second, she's still alive; third, the above two circles are true!"

Um? !

Louis' expression was obviously startled: "She..."

"She's still alive!" Anson, who couldn't wait, directly steals the road, not giving Louis much time to think about it:

"She's no longer an ordinary Ysel elf. She's a spellcaster, and she's still a blasphemous mage! It's not so easy to kill - even if the power fades, as long as the heart is intact, it's impossible to kill so easily!"

"Trust me, it's all in my plan - and it's definitely a perfect plan - now there are dozens of Inquisitors and bundles of spellcasters out there besides Chanis, and you want to take Frye with you If Ya escaped from the royal court without the eyes of all of them, she must weaken the caster reaction on her!"

"Do you understand? I promised that I would help you rescue her, and I will definitely do what I say. After that, you are ready to cut me into pieces or grill me, but now please listen to my arrangements. That's good, because we really don't have much time."

"She's still alive?!"

Louie's expression was full of shock, and there was a trace of panic and disbelief in his eyes: "But...but Anson, you...how do you know..."

"I……"

Just as Anson was about to say "I just know", the words stopped immediately.

No... I can't say that, doesn't this mean that I am a spellcaster? !

But it didn't take long for Anson to think of a perfect reason that would never be debunked: "That's all Cole Dorian told me—yes, including what I told you before I came here. Too."

"You think, I am a devout, gifted person who believes in the Ring of Order, how could I possibly understand this... Haha... You say so!"

Anson laughed awkwardly, a little nervous.

"No, I mean..."

Looking at Anson, who was desperately trying to explain, Louis paused for a moment, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the elf girl covered in blood on the ground: "You... how do you know that you didn't hit her heart just now?"

"..." An Sen's mouth twitched, and the smile froze on his face:

"……I just know it."

The atmosphere was suddenly inexplicable.

Just when the two were still "looking at each other affectionately" in front of Freya's body, there was a sudden roar outside the corridor door, mixed with intermittent screams and roars.

"what is that?"

Throwing away the hilt, Louis hugged Freya's body tightly with both hands.

For the first time... It was the first time he found out that the other party was so thin and petite, so light that it seemed that as long as he exerted a little force, she would cause more damage to her delicate body, which was already riddled with holes.

But even such a weak girl is still being used by her compatriots as a victim of their usurping power...

"I don't know, but I really think we should go."

Anson, who was smoking a pipe, looked at the closed door, then turned to look at Louis: "Listen, I only said it once, so be sure to hear it clearly."

"Now you immediately take her to leave the royal court of Iser through the underground passage. After that, don't go to the siege position. Go directly to the Antler Fortress to find Alan Dawn, my secretary, and let him arrange a carriage for you immediately. …Understand?!"

"Oh, there is." Anson took off the "anonymous glasses" and handed them to Louis: "Put these on her when necessary, it should save you a lot of trouble."

As a good person who helps others, Anson's consistent attitude is to either don't help or help to the end - this has nothing to do with the bottom line of morality, the main thing is that it is easy to get the situation out of control if you only do half of it, and it often occurs because the party falls off the chain. Good intentions do bad things.

Of course, the most important thing is that the living Louis is more valuable to him - honest people will always be a scarce resource.

Louis, who tried to calm down, nodded in panic: "Then... Lisa and Carin Jacques, what do they do?"

Hearing this question, An Sen was stunned for a moment, then sighed with a wry smile, and patted his shoulder:

"Trust me, they are very safe now and don't need you to worry about them at all."

……………………

At twenty-three fifty-nine, the royal court of Iser praised the cathedral.

Under the pitch-black dome, figures in black trench coats flashed out from the street one after another, killing the cathedral tainted by the old gods.

Amid the continuous screams, the constant collision of sharp blades and the roar of gunshots, the death battle between the prey and the hunter was grandly opened.

A loose formation was maintained between the blood spilled all over the sky, and even the judges who fought each other seemed to shake the death knell, fighting hard among the piles of elves and old gods, using the corpses to pave the way forward.

Although the number of the old gods is several times or even ten times their number, the battle is still almost one-sided.

As the sentinels responsible for the "purification of faith" in the parish and suppressing the old gods, the experienced judges rarely act collectively, often two or three, or even one person is responsible for a town or even several villages.

For them, because of traps, bait, hostages, extortion, provocation, ambush, assassination, raid...the situation where they have to be outnumbered and cut off from the back is the norm.

Even because of their "notorious reputation", they are often unable to get help from the locals, and they are even driven out by some remote villages that still retain the beliefs of the old gods... Of course, the fate of these places is generally not good.

But even though they were being slaughtered one-sidedly, the old sect of the elves were still rushing towards them; countless sword lights and gun flames interweaved, the roaring figure was pierced by lead bullets through the heart, the empty eyes and the head , was smashed into a puddle of flesh by iron boots and axe guns.

Under their reckless obstruction, the efficiency of the Truth Seeking Order was inevitably slowed down. After all, the quantitative gap between the two sides was absolute.

"Damn it, haven't the palace and the big library are done yet?!"

A shot blasted the heart of the cursed mage lying on the ground, Cole Dorian couldn't help cursing; when he raised his head, the turbulent blood poured out of the cathedral like a tide, and from it stretched out a palm with no bones left. He pounces.

But in the next second, the turbulent blood plasma disappeared like smoke, and there was only an elf black mage holding his head and screaming in agony.

"No, as of 11:55, no information has been sent from the two places."

Accompanied by the calm voice, the expressionless Sierra Virgil appeared behind him at an unknown time, and the blood-red pupils and the black mage looked at each other:

"It may be that something unexpected happened."

At the same time as the voice fell, the axe blade of the axe spear had already shattered the head of the elf Black Mage, and the headless corpse slowly knelt to the ground, and the hands that were originally on the head drooped naturally.

"The ring of order is on, we only have less than two hours left!"

Cole Dorian gritted his teeth and kicked the headless corpse out: "If you drag them down like this again, before we clean them up, the Knights of Judgment will come to help!"

"So what are you going to do?"

Sera asked, and there was no sorrow or joy in his icy voice: "The old gods of the church who want to be completely wiped out will take at least an hour at the current speed."

"It's very simple - get into the church, rescue the Elf King, and kill all the **** who want to stop me!"

He has run out of patience to handle this bunch of trash.

The next second, the raised axe gun exploded with thunder, and the burning shotgun roared towards the road directly in front of him, tearing a **** road.

"Everyone - go in!"

Cole Dorian, with a spear in one hand and an axe in the other, shouted: "Don't entangle with those scumbags, rush through the line of defense, and take down the Cathedral!"

There was no hesitation, and no hesitation... All the inquisitors threw down the enemies beside them at the same time and started to attack the direction of the cathedral.

Under their desperate offensive, the old elf faction front, which could barely stop it, immediately began to disperse, and even showed signs of collapse; the dazzling gunfire was like a baton flying up and down in the hands of the band conductor. Drag to **.

The elves, the old gods, who sensed the judge's thoughts, finally reacted and started to gather in a panic to try to stop their raid. Even the spellcasters who had been lurking among the believers rushed out one by one, face to face with the judge. They fight.

But soon, they realized that they had made a fatal mistake - without the ordinary Old God believers acting as "meat shields", the judges would destroy them faster.

"puff!"

The whistling axe and spear smashed his shoulders, and the dashing Cole Dorian directly grabbed the screaming Elf Blood Mage. He simply used him as his shield and gun mount, and quickly pulled the trigger towards the enemy in front of him.

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

The lead bullets continued to emit shrill screams, and in the screams one after another, one figure after another fell to the ground, but more enemies were still swarming, rushing towards him without fear of death.

"So... who gave you the courage... to stop me?!"

The roaring Cole Dorian's expression became more and more hideous.

Fifty meters... Thirty meters... Twenty meters... The door of the church is close at hand.

Regardless of whether the Elf King is here or not, as long as he regains the Cathedral of Praise, his mission tonight will be considered half-successful... After all, the reason for the Church of Order to mobilize the Knights to judge the Order is not only the Thirteenth Council, but another more critical excuse is the fall of the Cathedral.

Under the organizational system of the Church of Order, the cathedral is not only an important large-scale religious center for each diocese, but also symbolizes the "castle" and "fortress" of the Church of Order in the local area; the loss of the cathedral means that the Church of Order has been invaded.

Only under this premise, countries that have passed the second public order meeting in the forty-seventh year of the Saint Calendar can allow the church to mobilize her only "regular army" to enter a country to launch military operations.

On the other hand, if the Cathedral can be recaptured before this~www.wuxiamtl.com~, then the reason for the Church to mobilize the Knights of Judgment again will not be so sufficient; if they want to do it again, the countries of the world of order will have a justifiable reason to accuse the Church. violated the promise made at the second public order meeting.

So, as long as you rush into the cathedral immediately, then next...

"Cole!"

Just as the Inquisitor was struggling to kill, Sera Virgil's exclamation suddenly came from behind: "Pay attention to what's behind you!"

Um?

Loosening the elf corpse that was already full of bullet holes, Cole Dorian turned around in the melee and looked behind him with a confused expression.

Nothing.

The anxious Sierra was still shouting, but Cole was still confused; this... Except for the dark starry sky, I saw nothing, nothing...

Um? !

"Wait! That's..."