I Will Be The Crowned King

"Snapped!"

The crisp and incomparably snapped fingers sounded at the same time as the voice fell; billowing smoke swept from the exit to the entire prison like a tide, swallowing all corners at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is this... a fog pipe? !

Joseph's mind immediately retrieved the information he had already mastered... This is Anson Bach's usual routine, first releasing a lot of smoke, then launching [Smoke Entertainment Home], using endless changes to start a war of attrition with his opponent.

Seeing the stunned look on Fabian's face again, it can basically be concluded that the enemy who just appeared was Anson Bach, the commander-in-chief of the Storm Legion.

But shouldn't he still be in the shooting army's barracks at this time? Why did he suddenly rush back to the headquarters... Coincidence, or have he arranged it long ago, waiting for an opportunity to kill it? !

Joseph, who was thinking hard, resolutely dodged backwards, quickly retracted the "line" that bound Fabian, and changed it to "circle" to spread around, increasing the casting range.

This is the way the black mage fights. Either use the "line" to control one-on-one, or release a "circle" to read minds or cast spells in a large area, relying on the spiritual power that is completely superior to mortals to destroy the will of others and dig out the deepest heart of the opponent The secret of the place, creating the illusion of the real.

Therefore, the battle with the black mage is a battle between the two minds and spirits; whether they can take the lead, whether they can resist the mental pressure exerted by the other party, whether they can penetrate the other party's thoughts, and lead the enemy into the trap set by themselves step by step, will be the key to the victory of the battle.

Joseph, who was desperately restraining his emotions, quickly retreated, but the smoke surged faster than he thought, and it had already filled the entire prison before he hid in the safe area.

To lock on two targets at the same time, he must always pay attention to whether the surrounding smoke has turned into anything strange, which greatly distracts his attention.

Fortunately, it was highlighted in the information of the Untrusted Knights that Anson Bach is an extremely cautious person. He usually does not pull into melee too quickly in front of unfamiliar opponents. He uses various magics and shooting to move from a distance. Pulling is his style.

In this way, I have enough time to figure out a way to solve my troublesome nephew first.

Joseph turned his head sharply, his pupils instantly scarlet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fabian, who took advantage of the smoke to hide behind an iron fence, immediately realized that he was exposed, pulled the trigger decisively, and aimed the gun at the head of "Uncle Joseph".

Three shots in a row, three shots missed the target... The lead bullets flying from the muzzle seemed to have their own thoughts, and each time they rubbed the edge of the fast-moving afterimage, the distance of a few centimeters seemed like the end of the world.

The moment he pulled the trigger for the fourth time, Joseph grabbed Fabian by the collar.

"Boom!"

Fabian, who couldn't resist, was lifted like a rag bag and slammed into the iron fence behind him, his spine and ribs chorused a crisp whine at the same time, and the gun in his left hand flew out.

Fabien, who was enduring the pain, looked up at Joseph's complicated expression, and the corners of his bleeding mouth rose with mockery.

The next second, he aimed the revolver of his right hand at his temple.

Joseph's pupils shrank suddenly, and countless negative emotions poured into the head of the grenadier from his eyeballs.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Fabian, who was only half a step away from shooting himself, wailed mournfully, as if thousands of ants were biting at his brain, and the revolver fell to the ground from his trembling right hand.

"Fabien, you just never learn your lesson..."

Joseph cursed and threw his screaming nephew on the ground with a helpless face.

The moment he let go, a scorching heat suddenly hit from behind.

"clang!"

With the sound of metal colliding, a flash of fire bisected the iron fence of the cell and stopped at a position only ten centimeters away from his neck.

The stunned Joseph stared at the fire, and what made him unbelievable was not that the other party almost turned himself into a burning meat sauce... but the owner of the fire.

"Hiding beautifully, as expected of a black mage!"

Slightly sloppy military uniform, handsome three-dimensional features, strong body, and a saber burning with raging fire - Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky, commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, gave his own evaluation to the enemy :

"So don't do it again!"

The fire knight with the "Mist Pipe" in his mouth attacked again, and his steps drove the burning long knife to press together.

"clang!"

The sound of metal shattering sounded again, and the flames on the edge of the body cut off the surrounding iron fences one by one like cutting butter; even if he could avoid it, Joseph could still feel the stinging burning sensation.

Realizing that he had been fooled, he couldn't care much now. He was caught off guard by Alexei, and he had no time to take care of the periphery, and was forced to concentrate all his energy in front of him.

Once the rhythm is disrupted, it is easy to be contained, and it is also one of the weaknesses of black magic. After all, close combat or even head-to-head confrontation is not the strength of the black magicians. Hiding in the shadows and pulling cobwebs in the dark is their best field. .

However, although Alexei's attack was tricky and sharp, Joseph had released the "circle" ahead of time, so that when people around him saw his figure, there would be a one to three second lag or advance... This is also a Fabian gun The reason why the gun missed the target.

But he soon realized his fatal mistake - the fighting method of the fire knight is not as simple as what he saw.

call--

Joseph, who was dodging, looked at the ignited sleeve in astonishment. The flame seemed to have his own life, and actually "crawled" from his cuff to the back of his hand!

"No, no, no, don't you really mean that my flame has to touch you?"

The corners of Alexei's mouth rose wildly: "The power of the Fire Knight's bloodline is not as simple and useless as you think!"

"Come on, come on, feel the warmth of life!"

The second infantry commander, who was smoking a pipe and wielding a flaming sword, was like a roaring steam train, running straight over Joseph, who was running for his life.

Feeling the stinging heat on the back of his hand, Joseph's expression was almost distorted, and the corners of his bluffed mouth were silently reciting certain words.

The messy and crazy ravings sounded in Alexei's ears, and the second infantry commander who was still on the verge of breaking a bamboo suddenly felt a trance in his head, and his body felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, becoming extremely sluggish.

"Damn it! You..."

The power of the fast surging bloodlines allowed him to maintain a trace of sanity, but it was only a trace, and it might even be a bad thing... He had the illusion that the heavenly spiritual cover had been pried open, and lead was poured directly into the brain.

"clang!"

The blade slammed into the prison door on one side, and at the same time as the iron fence was cut open, Alexei, who had an unbearable headache, also let go of the handle of the knife, staggering and almost fell to the ground; it was originally on the back of Joseph's hand. The blazing fire on the top also dissipated in an instant.

But even in the face of the second infantry regiment commander who was already bare-handed, Joseph did not dare to step forward, he turned his head decisively and ran for his life in the direction of the gate.

Considering that the outside must have been defended by Clovis soldiers, this time he was much more cautious than at the beginning, instead of rushing out of the gate directly, he expanded the coverage of the "circle" instead.

On the one hand, it is to determine the enemy's position to plan an escape route, and on the other hand, it is to prepare for the release of large-scale illusions.

At this time, the effect of the "Mist Pipe" had ceased, and the smoke that filled the entire prison gradually began to dissipate.

Aleksei, who staggered to regain his balance, stood up again. He didn't pick up the saber stuck on the cell door, and dashed straight ahead.

Anyway, the headquarters prison space is so big, that guy (Joseph) has nowhere to hide.

Straight towards the looming figure in the smoke, the five fingers of Alexei's right hand ignited a cluster of flames.

The rough palm left a dark paw print on the cement wall, and five flames turned into meteors dragging tail flames, clinging to the wall, ceiling and walls on both sides, attacking the figure from five directions at the same time.

"boom--!"

The meteor exploded in the smoke with flashes of fire, but the figure disappeared.

"Um... bad!"

Alexey exclaimed and turned his head to look behind him.

As expected... Joseph, who had already fled to the gate, appeared at the end of the prison without warning. Holding up his collar, he blocked the unconscious Fabian in front of him, and picked up the revolver that fell on the ground with his right hand.

"A small piece of advice, Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, don't act rashly." Joseph's eyes were scarlet, and his voice was a little breathless: "Otherwise I can't guarantee that your colleague will still be alive to see the sun tomorrow."

While speaking, he did not forget to hold Fabian's throat with the muzzle... The meaning is self-evident.

Alexei frowned, and his temples, which were already in unbearable pain, twitched.

After only a second of hesitation, he took a deep breath and shook off the fire in his right hand.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, Alexei should not have seen the scene of Fabian pointing a gun at his own head, or dare not bet on whether he can make up his mind to kill this nephew.

It's not that I didn't think that way at all, but it's nice not to take that step...

"So what do you think?"

Looking at Joseph, who had taken the head of the grenadier as a hostage and a shield, Alexei said with no anger: "If you plan to let me open the door for you, save yourself—the Fifth Corps and people are outside, I don't have any. Give them authority to order."

"I don't dare to expect so much." Joseph nodded politely:

"As long as you leave the prison, I promise not to hurt a single hair of your colleague."

"Really, that's all?" Alexei looked surprised:

"You really don't need me to do anything else?"

"If it's not troublesome, you can take a message for me to Brigadier General Anson Bach."

Holding on to Fabian's collar, Joseph's eyes narrowed slightly: "Tell him that I am only forced by life, and have absolutely no intention to be an enemy of him - the foundation of the Crecy family in the new world is not so easy to be defeated. Touched, it is best not to oppose them."

Joseph's remarks came from the heart and sincerity, although he did not expect the other party to believe it.

But Alexei seemed to have really listened to it, and nodded seriously:

"I agree."

"Oh?"

Joseph was surprised.

"Really, I actually think so too - it's better to work together than to fight with you so endlessly." Alexei's expression became more and more serious, more and more serious: "You know, it is... Win-win or something."

"Unfortunately, our brigadier general, he... hess, is a very paranoid person. He can't turn around when he decides to do something. He generally respects the advice of a subordinate like me on the surface, but doesn't take it seriously in the bottom of his heart. ."

"So instead of letting me pass the message, why don't you talk to the commander-in-chief directly?"

At the moment when he said the last sentence, Alexei was like a laughing actor, and the corners of his mouth that were pretending to be tight began to rise wildly.

Joseph was startled.

At this moment, a translucent paintbrush wrapped in smoke suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and drew a perfect circle on top of Fabian's head in a coma.

The afterimage of a crippled, ravaged head was gently lifted by the translucent "brush".

He turned his head sharply and found that Anson Bach was standing in the cell next to him, looking at himself playfully with his monocle, his hands "waving" in mid-air like a band conductor.

Without any hesitation, Joseph decisively dropped Fabian in his hand and dodged to the side with the fastest speed.

But unfortunately, he was still half a step behind, and the floating afterimage disappeared into his body precisely with the movement of the brush.

Countless crazy ravings, distorted memories, and indescribable images poured into Joseph's mind—the black magic that he originally cast on Fabian has now returned to him intact.

This is a brand-new application of Anson's in-depth understanding of the curse and magic of [Wound Canvas]: Since physical pain can be transferred through the canvas, why is mental torture possible?

Obviously, absolutely.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Joseph, who fell to the ground, let out a piercing howl, his body twitched and struggled—especially since he was a black mage himself, and his understanding of his own magic deepened his fear, and the fear further Increased power.

At the same time, Fabian, who was "taken away from the pain", quickly regained consciousness, stood up in a trance, looked blankly at Alexei who raised his hands, and Joseph who fell to the ground screaming... There was Anson Bach who appeared out of nowhere.

"Commander-in-chief, I..."

"Let's talk about your business later."

Raising his hand to stop the panting grenadier commander~www.wuxiamtl.com~ An Sen, who withdrew his smile, stared at Joseph, who was almost unconscious, and said without turning his head, "Alexie!"

"exist!"

The commander of the second infantry regiment stood upright, beating his chest with his left hand behind his back and his right hand in a salute.

"Three things." Anson with his back turned to him raised his right hand:

"First, let the military doctor come over to check the scene, and take our deputy commander of the shooting corps in custody; second, tell the people outside to lift the guard, tell them to say... nothing happened!"

"Yes!"

Alexei nodded vigorously, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something: "What about the third?"

The expressionless Anson turned his head and shook his raised right hand:

"Give me back the pipe!"

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