I Will Be The Crowned King

The forty-sixth chapter of the text: the shot that penetrated the night sky

The icy and humid wind whistled in the night sky, wandering freely among the streets and buildings of Beluga Harbor, taking away the last trace of temperature in the air.

A man wearing a black deerstalker hat and covering his face with a scarf stood on the roof; his hands were in his pockets, his thick black long-sleeved trench coat swelled like a sail in the cold wind, and his tall, thin body was like a mast Same, not moving.

But if you get closer, it's not difficult to find the strangeness in him.

Not only is the black clothes almost integrated with the surrounding night, but it also seems to be in an almost translucent state, as if it is just a phantom in the wind, without the slightest breath that fresh life should have.

Under the bright silver moon and the light reflected in the surrounding houses, there was no reflection around him standing on the eaves.

He silently monitored the three-story building; even though it was quite a distance away, the sounds and breaths from there seemed to him not far away.

The situation...was bad.

very bad.

The man in black frowned... As the garrison commander, Anson Bach didn't come to Weizler's Mansion alone. !

Judging from the intensity of the fight and the magical reaction that could be vaguely felt, that conjurer was quite strong, even stronger than the old **** sect he encountered in his native land in the past.

Depending on the situation, the three people may not really realize the seriousness of the problem... Their battle plan is completely based on Ansen Bach himself being a talented person (suspected to be a Holy Grail Knight), followed by one or two guards, and to do Prepared for a large number of army rescues.

Now the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes. The garrison commander who is so devout to form the "Alliance of the Faithful" has a powerful caster of the Old God School by his side.

This made him quite nervous, because the powerful old gods rarely acted alone, and often had an organization behind them...the "older" ones even had a family.

The battle in the restaurant was not over yet, and the Wild Hunt knight bloodline was awakened. At the same time, Desk, who was best at raiding, seemed to be in a tough fight; it was not surprising that a well-prepared conjurer would be extremely difficult to deal with even if his strength was poor.

The idea of ​​retreating came to the mind of the man in black.

But if they retreat now, the entire Untrustworthy Knights will be completely turned into a group of stray dogs in the colony, and at the same time they will lose an important bargaining chip to rescue their companions in the end... Except for fleeing to the wilderness, the man in black can't think of a second end.

Just as he hesitated, Derek rushed out of the restaurant from the window and bumped into Lobo, who was in charge of answering him.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the thick smoke behind Derek suddenly turned into the appearance of Anson Bach.

The garrison commander blocked Derek's full slash, and shot Lobo's head with one shot!

The calm black-clothed man's heart tightened instantly, and there was a little panic in his expression.

But before he could finish processing the huge amount of information brought in just a few seconds, another incident occurred that was completely beyond his expectations.

"boom!"

Heavy gunshots sounded from the roof of the opposite building, echoing around the Weizler mansion for a long time.

The man in black suddenly raised his head and glared in the horizontal direction beside him.

"Chris?!"

The fluctuating emotions made the man in black blurt out.

The shot was too early... Anson Bach is still confronting Derek, impossible not to notice the gunshots behind him; he understands Chris' anger, but it's pointless other than exposing the fire too early !

Sure enough, Anson Bach was clearly aware of the danger behind him, and calmly avoided the lead bullet coming from behind.

But it also made the man in black make up his mind... The intelligence was wrong, the ambush failed, the combat power was damaged, and the trump card was exposed in advance. There was no other way to choose except for retreating in advance.

Of course, even when he was emotional, he kept his voice very low; no one could hear him unless he was standing behind him.

"Li~Sa~Listen~See~Just~"

A tender and lovely child's voice sounded behind the man in black.

Um? !

The man in black turned back suddenly, and at the same time dodged to the edge of the eaves on one side.

Chief Sheriff Lisa Bach had appeared behind him at some point, with a cute expression of "I caught you" on her round little face, and holding a cuter... shotgun in her hand.

Under the cold moonlight, thunder rang through the earth.

………………

"boom!"

The moment the gunshots sounded behind him, Anson dodged to the right side of the restaurant window without hesitation; judging from the sound, the gun came from his left side, and he could use the Wild Hunt Knight (Derek) standing in the middle to form a dead spot for shooting. .

Moreover, it is also necessary to avoid the man in black who is still hiding on the second floor suddenly jumping from a height, and cooperate with his companions to form a three-bread fold for himself.

Just being a Wild Hunt knight is difficult to deal with, confronting two talented people who cooperate with each other tacitly, and beware of cold guns in the distance... Anson is a little less confident in himself.

A dull explosion sounded, and a 10-centimeter-radius dirt pit exploded where he had just stood, and the sand splashed everywhere.

He hadn't seen the trajectory of the lead bullet just now, plus the straight-line distance of at least 600 meters, the opponent was most likely a wind knight... An Sen's heart froze.

At the same time, Derek, who was wielding a pair of knives, had already attacked him head-on, and the sharp edge of the blade made a piercing scream in the air.

"clang!"

The bayonet attached to [Sharp Wind] was able to remove the opponent's wide-open slash, and a long string of sparks exploded on the blade; but Derek didn't give Anson any room to breathe, and the next round of slashes was already towards him. He strikes.

Conjurers are characterized by a strong sense of distance and unpredictable magic. As long as they are included in the casting range, they will almost inevitably fall into the trap preset by the opponent.

Uninterrupted attack may be a serious physical drain, but it is one of the ways to contain the conjurer and expose his flaws.

"Clang! clang! clang! clang..."

The storm-like attack shrouded Anson's body without any stagnation, leaving him in a state of embarrassment that he didn't even have room to draw a gun and shoot.

Derek's stamina seemed to be endless, constantly blocking the space Anson could move with his extra attacks and moves, without defending himself at all.

His purpose is very obvious - to let Anson have no time to take care of him, and to obtain a perfect hunting opportunity for the companions who are behind the cold gun!

Finally, Anson was forced to the left corner again, exactly two positions away from Derek; the Wild Hunter used his body to block the space for him to dodge to the right. No matter which direction he slashed with his next knife, he had only two directions. can hide.

Continue to the left, or hide back into the dining room through the window.

No matter which one, they can't escape the cold gun from 600 meters away!

Without any hesitation, An Sen retreated to the left, and the slashing slashes fell from the bayonet on his forearm with his backhand, pulling up a dazzling fire.

Derek, who lost one blow, gave up the pursuit this time, and even deliberately opened a three-position distance from Anson.

"boom--!"

Gunshots sounded.

But the sound is clearly different from just now!

Derek was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat surprised look on his face, so much so that he forgot to pursue it immediately.

Anson immediately seized this opportunity and put the "Anonymous Glasses" on his left eye. At the same time, the bayonet in his right hand slashed forward, and the [Sharp Wind] attached to the bayonet turned into a nearly transparent ripple, attacking Derek's face door.

"clang!"

The note of the collision of the sharp blades played in his ears, and Derek, who instantly recovered his senses, swung the knife and shot down the [Sharp Wind] thrown by Anson, but there was still a slight wound on his cheek.

This is essentially a variant magic of [Rapid Wind], which weakens the power and turns the magic into a throwable weapon. At the same time, it also cleverly uses the characteristics of "wind", which can still cause a little area damage even if it is blocked.

And because the two are very similar - the simplest little magic is basically the same - you don't even need to re-prepare, just "clear the inventory" directly.

Anson, who remembered his hand, did not stop slashing, and kept throwing more ripples, as if trying to distance himself from Derek.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Derek kept smashing the incoming ripples, and the residual damage left tiny bloodstains on his cheeks, neck, and chin.

These injuries are very minor, but not completely deadly. He can clearly feel that Anson's attacks have been aimed at his throat and eyes.

But it wasn't the most dangerous... He suddenly found himself unable to catch Anson's actions.

He seemed to have suddenly become very inexistent, as long as he was in a trance, blinked, lost his mind...the other party would "disappear" from his field of vision!

The nervous Derek kept closing the distance between Anson and Anson, panicking while feeling a little annoyed in his heart; after nearly a few minutes, the stormy offensive finally appeared a little messy.

However, this did not affect his almost unstoppable offensive, and [Rapid Wind] and Anonymous Glasses only gave Anson less than a minute of breathing time.

Of course, Anson's goal has been achieved.

Derek, who was in a panic, seemed to be completely unaware that he was facing away from the dining room window, and was at least thirty meters away from the three-story building.

No matter whether the man in black hiding on the second floor is a talent or a spell caster, and what kind of ability he has, this distance is just right, and he cannot immediately cooperate with Derek to form a double-team attack, and it is difficult to avoid injury with long-range skills. companion.

Constantly blocking the blade that was trying to get close, and pulling the opponent's discord, always keeping a distance of two to one half-length, Anson quietly waited for a perfect opportunity.

………………

How could this be?

Chris knelt on the roof in the cold wind, trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to believe what had just happened.

Lobo is dead!

I lost myself!

Bet all the strength, even at the risk of sabotaging the plan, take the initiative to expose one's own shot, but was so easily dodged by the other party?

He held a strangely shaped rifle tightly in his arms. The barrel was slightly shorter than a normal front-loading rifle, but the diameter was comparable to some old-fashioned shotguns, and the oddly shaped rifling could be seen from the muzzle.

The position that originally belonged to the bolt was replaced by a metal bottle similar to a gas tank, and the bolt was also transformed into a pressurized device similar to "pumping".

This is a rifle that belongs only to the "Wind Knight". It originated from the headquarters of the Church of the Ring of Order, and judged the weapon technology of the Knights. It has never missed in the past, but today...

Chris was in a trance.

The sound of gunshots also came from the top of the opposite eaves. According to past experience, it should be a small-caliber shotgun; it is speculated that it is likely to be Anson Bach's guard, or the "little sheriff".

Chris is not nervous. He has confidence in "that person". The other party's concealment skills are the strongest among all the people he has ever met. Even a talent or spell caster with general insight is extremely difficult to catch him. The presence.

Sure enough... in less than three or four minutes, the violent gunfire had stopped, and the surroundings had returned to silence.

Chris, who was desperately restraining his anger and excitement, refocused his attention on the battle at Weitzler House; Anson Bach had been losing ground under Drake's onslaught and could only keep dodging.

Drake...he's giving himself a chance!

With a move in his heart, Chris raised the rifle in his arms again, feeling the power contained in the gun body, and aimed at the figure who killed Luo Bo.

A distance of 600 meters... Anson Bach's figure in his field of vision ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ seems to be close to him.

At this moment, he suddenly heard what seemed to be a movement in the street below.

Soon, the voice became clearer, faster and faster, and was constantly shortening the distance between him and himself.

Quick but not heavy footsteps, fast enough to hear the sound of wind, and an almost imperceptible aura...

Sheriff Lisa Bach—that little girl? !

Did she find herself? !

Wait, that guy shouldn't be... no! Now it doesn't matter whether he was killed or escaped, what matters is what should I do? !

The bone-piercing cold wind blew past, and Chris shivered. According to the speed of the "Shotgun Sheriff", he had at most twenty-five seconds left... If he didn't run away within fifteen seconds, he would And the end of Holland, who was blasted to the coke in Teapot Street!

The hesitant Chris stared at the back in the center of the crosshair and aimed at the back of his neck. After predicting the trajectory of Anson Bach's actions, he decisively pulled the trigger.

……………………

"boom--!"

The sound of gunshots echoed through the night behind him.

The invisible "bullet" approached rapidly, and Anson began to count the seconds in his heart - the innate sense of distance from the conjurer has allowed him to roughly calculate the distance between the two sides and the speed of the bullet from the last cold shot.

Three, two, one...

call--

At the moment when the long knife wrapped in the fierce wind swung down, An Sen's figure turned into a cloud of smoke, causing the blade to fall.

Immediately afterwards, the low roar of the bullet tearing through the air penetrated the sky, penetrated the smoke, and hit Derek head-on.

The wild hunter's eyes widened in horror!

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