I Will Be The Crowned King

Under the darkness of night, the Crown, which faced waves and waves, led the Clovis fleet and marched hard in the storm.

In the dimly lit cabin, Anson, who was sitting beside the window, cocked the legs of his chair, staring intently at the pocket watch whose hands were constantly moving, but his attention was all focused on the waves behind him.

Even if he didn't activate spells or use abilities, he could vaguely sense that something was wrong with the storm; especially at that moment... something that seemed familiar but couldn't remember... aura...

As a devout believer of the Ring of Order, Anson's understanding of the Three Old Gods is still at the beginner level. The only reference materials are "The Study of the Three Old Gods" and "The Great Magic Book" "borrowed" from Clovis Cathedral. remnants.

Generally speaking, as long as the caster has mastered the "secret" skills, he can completely cover his breath and become an "ordinary person" in the eyes of others; unless he is a gifted or spellcaster with insight or mind-reading skills, he cannot be easily recognized. perceived the problem.

The principle is similar to holding one's breath or walking on tiptoe - even ordinary people who don't know magic or master the power of blood, as long as they receive a lot of training, they can also make others unable to easily perceive their existence.

But...this only applies to "ordinary" spellcasters.

In essence, becoming a spellcaster is a gradual process of "change", and it is only a matter of time before the quantitative change to the qualitative change - although for most spellcasters, that time is out of reach.

As long as the boundary is crossed, the caster who originally retained the "human characteristics" of security will be completely transformed into the existence of another life form, and it is completely irreversible.

This kind of existence may not be easily noticed by ordinary people, but for spellcasters who belong to the "similar" and have not completed the qualitative change, it will produce "coercion" from predators on the prey, and the higher the level, the more obvious it will be. New 81 Chinese website update fastest computer: https://www.@x81zw@@

That's why, during the Battle of Clovis Cathedral, the female judge, Sera Virgil, was the first to notice the existence of the black mage Mace Hornard when everyone, including Anson himself, was unaware. .

Now An Sen can clearly feel the indescribable pressure.

Perhaps because of the distance, this feeling is almost faint to the point of indistinctness; but as long as it touches a little, the heart will start to tremble violently, breathing becomes difficult, and it even reaches the point where it is impossible to control the body.

Even when facing Mace Hornard, he never felt this way.

Resisting the urge to cough and take a deep breath, Anson glanced at some unfortunate fellow who was also seasick to the point of darkness.

The pale-faced Carl Bain slumped on the bed weakly, with vomit residue left at the corners of his mouth; he wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but Anson used the excuse of "Lisa is still in the room" to deny it. .

The girl was sitting on a chair in the corner of the cabin with her legs folded, and in her hand there seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of canned fruit; as long as there was something to eat, Lisa would always be happy.

As time passed, the not-so-spacious cabin swayed violently with the waves, the creaking deck gave off a strong smell of sea fish, and the atmosphere became dull with the increasingly humid air.

In this dead silence surrounded by the sound of the rainstorm, the closed door was opened from the outside.

As the only commander of the Storm Division headquarters who is not seasick, Fabian, who pushed in the door, greeted the gazes of the three people in the house, and said solemnly:

"Something happened on the deck."

Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed that Fabian only had his boots and Anson's shoulders soaked, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

"When I was about to leave the cabin, I was stopped by the third mate who was guarding the exit." Fabien, who sat down and poured himself a glass of rum without waiting for Anson and Carl to ask questions, said truthfully:

"According to the movement outside and his expression at the time, there should be crew members, and it was the death of a very important crew member that caused the confusion - and although he seemed to try his best to cover up, there were still bloodstains left on his clothes."

Important crew... Karl, who was paralyzed on the bed, suddenly thought of something, and said in a panic:

"Shouldn't it be..."

"Probably not."

Fabien, who had guessed what he was thinking, shook his head and used his eyes to signal that he was relieved: "If the captain is killed, the third mate who is in charge of assisting the first mate in managing the sailors will never have time to go downstairs and chat with me."

"In addition, I happened to be near the exit when there was a disturbance just now, and I vaguely heard someone shouting the name 'Edward'... I remember that the name of the navigator of the Crown was called."

"Navigator?!"

Karl, who didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, almost let out his breath.

It is self-evident that an experienced navigator who understands climate change, the direction of ocean currents, is good at identifying positions at sea without reference objects, and knows how to use the sea breeze to increase the speed of the ship and reduce wasted effort is very important to sailing!

The most direct result of the lack of pilots—and they were on the flagship—was that the speed, time, and safety factor of the voyage would be greatly reduced. Maybe they really had to float at sea for more than two months before arriving at Beluga Port.

Just when he was about to continue to inquire about the situation, An Sen suddenly stood up beside him, put away the Inquisitor's pocket watch that he had been playing with, put on his coat and walked towards the door.

"Fabian, what's the name of that third person?" ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

"Scowen, it's a lieutenant colonel." The grenadier commander replied immediately, and Anson had already grasped the door handle when he turned his head:

"Are you going out?"

"Go and see the situation."

With a flat response, Anson stopped looking at the two subordinates with different expressions, and looked back at the girl in the corner: "Lisa."

"Anson?" The girl raised her head and blinked curiously.

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back." Anson smiled and said, "Before we do it again, can you stay with Carl and the two of them obediently?"

"Well, Lisa gets it!"

After receiving the girl's affirmative reply, Anson pushed the door open and left the room in relief.

At this moment, the entire cabin was rolling up and down like a roller coaster, and the passage was even darker, and only the light and shadow at the end could be vaguely seen... An Sen could only grit his teeth as hard as he could, and move closer to that direction along the passage.

Finally, when he was about to reach the exit, he finally saw a crew member guarding the stairs. He was holding a large-caliber shotgun, leaning against the wall and standing under the dim kerosene lamp, his expression extremely nervous.

"Who?!"

The crew members who noticed the figure in the dark immediately raised their guns and shouted, and after seeing that the person who came was the army officer who "rented the boat", they put away their guns and cursed: "Why did you come out? Are you staying in the cabin?!"

"What happened?"

Directly ignoring the other party's expression, An Sen, who resisted the feeling of dizziness, asked, and at the same time glanced up the stairs from the corner of his eyes.

"What happens has nothing to do with you, it's the Navy's business!" The crew member shouted, his pupils trembling slightly: "It's just a little storm, nothing to be surprised about!"

A little bit of wind and waves?

An Sen raised his eyebrows, his eyes "inadvertently" swept across the blood on the other's collar, and his right index finger that was always holding the trigger.

"You're Lieutenant Colonel Scowen, right?" Anson asked casually, pretending not to see the shotgun in his hand.

"One of my regimental commanders just now said that he heard movement on the deck, and he also said..." Anson suddenly paused, his expression suddenly becoming serious:

"I also said that I heard Captain William Cecil's screams!"

"impossible!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Lieutenant Colonel Scowen widened his eyes and blurted out without thinking: "Master William was given to the first mate and the others right away..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

So something really happened, right?

Looking at the obviously bad-looking crew member, Anson took a deep breath: "Lieutenant Colonel Scowen, I just want to..."

"Captain Cecil is fine now, nothing happened outside!"

Realizing that Lieutenant Colonel Scowen, who had been fooled, had an extremely ugly expression, his expression seemed to be a little calmer than before, and he also took off his index finger on the trigger:

"Just go back to your cabin and wait patiently to arrive at Beluga Port!"

Anson pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his eyes wandering back and forth between Lieutenant Colonel Scowen and the stairwell behind him with the shaking cabin.

He is now very hesitant to use powers.

Now the fleet is obviously encountering a sudden situation that they cannot understand or control, and the navigator is most likely killed; even if the other party is willing to tell frankly, the cost of communication and confusion may actually make the situation worse. Even worse.

But if you use the ability, you have to bear the risk of exposure.

It's not that I'm worried that there is a talent with insight on the ship, but that it is likely to be discovered by that looming "existence".

How terrifying can a blasphemous mage be? In the words of Talia Rune, Mace Hornard, as a "blasphemy mage", can only be regarded as a baby.

Of course, Anson generally doesn't like to use this metaphor to describe it - if Mace Hornard can only be regarded as a baby, isn't he himself...

What's more, this is a turbulent sea. If the other party is not even a "blasphemer mage", but a higher level, "apostle" level existence; casually using abilities to attract the other party's attention is no different from actively seeking death.

Not only himself, if the other party really wants to do it, the entire storm division and the fleet will be wiped out.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Anson snapped his right index finger decisively—the spell casting range opened at the same time, and the images with a radius of 30 meters flooded into his mind instantly.

At this moment, a dark shadow faced the position where Anson was standing, attacking Lieutenant Colonel Scowen who was standing in front of him from the top of the stairs.

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the deadly silent passage, two gunshots exploded one after the other.

It was not until the trigger was pulled, Lieutenant Colonel Scowen, who had a splitting headache, found himself falling to the ground, holding the hot barrel, trying to understand what had just happened.

He slowly raised his eyes, Anson with a dignified expression was still standing in the position just now, the silver revolver with an exaggerated barrel in his hand was smoking wisps of gunpowder.

Calm down, Scowen took a second to figure out the truth of the matter - he tripped him.

"You! You..."

"Snapped!"

A sticky, hot thing interrupted his grumbling.

With the help of the picture in his mind, Anson saw what was smashed on Scowen's face the first time he shot.

It was a worm.

A worm with the face of a newborn baby and eight pairs of sixteen worms resembling human palms.

It was paralyzed on Scowen's face, battered with cannonballs, its boneless limbs spewed yellow and green pus, and its fleshy internal organs were huddled together under the opened flesh.

The right eye was pierced by the "dagger", and half of his head was torn apart, and what seemed to be some kind of tissue inside gradually melted like cheese under high temperature; the loose tongue was spit out from the mouth full of fangs, revealing a The "self" of the smaller size is exactly like a tongue, and it looks like it has shed its skin...

Just when Anson wanted to ask questions, a "strange" sound came from the deck outside the exit.

"Ah ah ah ah... my head, my head is going to explode!"

"Damn it, what are you still hesitating about? Rush up and never let them get into the cabin!"

"Help me! Help me... I didn't catch my breath... I'm breathing er... ah... puff!"

"Edward, Edward is alive!"

"Fuck Edward, Edward is dead! That's not him—shoot me! Shoot! Shoot!"

"They're still popping up, endlessly!"

"Kill me~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Kill me! One of them got in my ear, I don't want to... poof!"

……

The sound of flesh and blood breaking apart, the sound of bones breaking, the sound of pulling the trigger, the sound of the tip of a knife tearing through the body, the sound of teeth gnashing, the sound of dying screams...

Countless voices.

Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Scowen, who was slowly sitting up from the ground, Anson twitched his throat expressionlessly and said calmly:

"What it is?"

"what?"

Covering his face with a lump of flesh and blood, Scowen's voice suddenly became weird and funny, and he could faintly hear his "hehehe" smile.

"In the depths of the sea, there is a place called the Sea of ​​the Abyss; the monarch of the Abyss, who cannot be looked directly, guards the coast of the new world."

"All ships that attempt to reach the new world must pass His permission and offer sacrifices to the sea to meet His requirements."

"So... in the days to come, the turbulent sea will be calm, there will be no shipwrecks and storms, and there will be no waves."

"So, Lord Anson Bach, you and your subordinates will stay in your cabin in peace, no matter what happens, or if you see anything, don't come out, quietly, don't make a sound... "

Raising his right hand feebly, Scowen removed the flesh and blood from his face, showing a terrified and crazy smile:

"Having taken away the full amount of sacrifices, the great Youyuan monarch will safely send the rest to where we are going..."