I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the voice fell, the steam around the elf girl began to heat up rapidly, and many orange-red light spots suddenly appeared under the dark night.

Just like the lovely smoke and sparks, surrounding the girl, it is really lovely.

"boom--!"

In the next second, these "cute" light spots exploded without warning, and the flames of the explosion turned into a sphere of light with a radius of fifty meters; like the sun under the night.

The dark cloud covering the entire dome instantly dissipated most of it, and even the strange face formed in the dark cloud was torn apart, leaving nothing left.

But the darkness that shrouded Beluga Harbour did not dissipate, and even the dark clouds that were annihilated by Freya's explosion were quickly making a comeback; the whistling blizzard still ruled Beluga Harbour, and the indescribable darkness still spread across the land.

And just in the port not far away, the boiling sea water is constantly rolling up huge waves, again and again, constantly hitting the fire wall dozens of meters high; even if they are buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, thousands of worms are still desperate pounced on the shore.

The salvo of gun flames flickered one after another behind the fire wall. The second and third infantry regiments, which were temporarily pulled up, relied on the simple fortifications that were temporarily repaired and swept the fish that slipped through the net.

And gradually evolve worms that can resist the burning flames, and there will only be more and more worms.

Freya is very clear that there is not much time left for her - if the Shadow Demon and other evildoers hidden in this darkness cannot be quickly resolved, let the Lord of the Abyss break through the line of defense he left behind, In the graveyard's home court, she had no chance of winning.

The light gradually dissipated, and the elf girl floating in the air opened her arms again.

The flames attached to her body quickly turned into golden-red rings one after another, and then spread rapidly around her with herself as the axis.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom--"

The flames gathered by the flames are like ripples of sound waves, overwhelming and repeating; each time it spreads, there will be thousands of roars in the darkness.

The cursed undead summoned by the Shadow Demon will be ignited the moment it touches the flames; the embers flying in the sky will even strengthen the halo of the next round and continue to burn the existence farther away.

This is the power of the conjurer - as long as it is within the casting range, all natural laws can be twisted at will; the flames can not only evaporate the wind and snow, but even blast the undead into pieces, and even convert them into a part of their own power, which in turn threatens enemy.

Of course, the reverse is also the same; therefore, the battle between conjurers has become a battle between rules. Competing the casting strength and reaction speed of the two sides, the one with the superior skill can easily achieve a crushing situation, making the opponent even There is no room for counterattack.

As the Iser elf with the highest (one) bloodline purity, Freya has a natural advantage in this regard.

Whether it is the control of power or the control of the range, everything is as easy for her as eating and drinking, and it will not be as easy as a conjurer who exhausts his energy at every turn, or uses up the magic that has been rubbed in advance and becomes Ordinary people with a strong sense of distance.

But her weaknesses are also extremely obvious: she lacks experience, and her strength is highly bound to her emotions.

"Um?!"

The strong sense of distance made the elf girl aware of the danger behind her in advance, and looked back subconsciously: a cursed undead who had escaped the halo had approached behind her at some point.

Freya, whose face was cold, immediately avoided, and at the same time let the dagger floating by her side throw a beam of light to sweep it away; but the floating undead actually predicted the direction of the counterattack, and hit her directly against the beam of light.

boom--

The twisted undead roared in unreasonable ravings and rushed into the elf girl's body; in an instant, countless vicious thoughts, the most reluctant memories, the most frightening images... poured in like a flood of floodgates. her consciousness.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Along with the dissipated light, shrill screams began to echo through the dome.

………………

At the same time as the flames splashed in the sky, a strange shadow symbolizing death also continued to emerge on the ground, approaching the location of the banquet hall.

Wearing tattered cloaks, they staggered out from the streets, corners and shadows of the alleys, and with a staggering pace, they gathered in groups like drooping old men, and more and more... At first there were only a dozen, but soon it became dozens, hundreds...

"Boom--!"

A translucent water vapor swept across the street outside the gate of the parliament, and instantly countless blood overflowed in the darkness; under the torn cloak revealed a mass of tentacles torn from each other, as if human-shaped tentacles twitched and crowded together.

"What is this?!"

The young knight wielding a long knife looked at the sight in front of him in astonishment, his pale face filled with indescribable nausea.

He has seen battlefields littered with corpses, and he has also seen corpses smashed by shells, but compared with the picture in front of him, everything seems to be worthless; the most important thing is that the touch is not a visual impact , but from a deeper, spiritual and even soul-level shock.

"Meteor God...or the indigenous pagans who ate the Meteor God Rebellion, at least that's how they describe it themselves."

Anson, who spoke indifferently, pulled the trigger of the "dagger" and shot the pagan who was missed by Louis: "The difference between the old gods of the new world and the ordered world is quite big, and it should be more... fanatical."

"After eating the eggs of the Fallen God, their bodies will be alienated, and after gradually losing their minds, they will become the stage of a certain evil god, or they will have stronger power, or their vitality will be greatly enhanced, or Spiritual power is highly enhanced...or both, and some can even be strengthened to the level of a blasphemous mage."

"what?!"

The young knight was startled, and the water vapor he swayed almost split the building opposite in two.

The solitary two stood in front of the parliament gate, guarding the only direction in which the invading darkness could attack, blocking the figure who was desperately attacking the building behind them.

Of course, it was all Louis Bernard's idea, but Anson had no choice.

On the one hand, the young knight was determined not to wait any longer, and wanted to take action to protect the innocent people of Beluga Harbor; on the other hand, the situation broke out suddenly, and Anson did not take any corresponding defensive measures at all - or It didn't work.

In the face of the tomb keeper's attack, a mere fifth-order conjurer could do very little except wait for his death and call Talia for support.

But the immediate crisis is just as urgent... No matter what the purpose of the grave keeper is, Beluga Harbor and the Storm Legion can't afford to risk half of the city turning into ruins, let alone the death of the supporters in the hall behind them. become a monster.

The situation was critical, no matter how afraid of death he was, he had to come forward.

"boom--"

With the crisp snap of fingers, the golden-red [Rising Fire] rolled in, and the translucent water vapor mixed with shrieks swept across half of the street, and the **** tentacles turned into broken carbon **** everywhere.

To be honest, Anson is very fortunate that he has carried out the not-so-successful "Shooting Army" plan-in any case, at least the number of indigenous people in Beluga Harbor City has been greatly reduced, otherwise the infidels that appear will not be of the current scale. .

"They're coming again, be careful!"

While quickly reloading the "Dagger" revolver, Anson loudly reminded the young knight beside him.

The darkness enveloping the whole city can block the light and sound, but it cannot stop the power of "supernatural"; at this moment, with the Beluga Harbor Council as the center, most of the city's pictures are reflected in Anson's mind:

The 2nd and 3rd Infantry Regiment, who were struggling to resist at the port, gradually fell into the frightened and uneasy banquet hall, Lisa, who was rushing towards this side while slaughtering frantically, the elf girl who was fighting the enemy on the dome... The headquarters rallied, and the main force of the legion that was rushing towards the city.

As long as the army enters the city, the few heretics can be quickly suppressed, and the freed self and Louis Bernard can help Freia, who is in a hard fight, or support the increasingly difficult port.

Of course, before that, he must go to the respected technical advisor to find out what the **** he was with the three members of the Faithless Knights, and what the runes in the room wanted what to do.

"Puff-puff-puff-puff-"

The sound of sharp blades tearing flesh reverberated around, and the young knight with a long knife walked alone in the dark, and every time he swung it, he brought a large piece of flesh and blood.

Not only did he gain the ability to control water vapor, but even in terms of reactions and movements, Louis's strength has far exceeded the last time the two confronted; even if the senses were greatly restricted, the heathens around could never be able to. Get within three steps of him.

If during the battle of Eagle Point City, Anson could barely beat the opponent in melee fights by "cheating", then now there is only one possibility of being crushed unilaterally.

Relying on the "impenetrable" barrier swept out by Louis with a long knife, Anson, who was hiding in the back row, was basically doing nothing except for constantly using his revolver to supplement his guns, harassing him, and occasionally providing "vision".

Although they have not cooperated in the true sense, the cooperation between the two can still be described as "tacit understanding"; in front of the parliamentary gate with a wide area but a narrow passage, it even formed an absolute crush on the pagan army. .

Although the pagans who ate the eggs of the Meteor God gained unimaginable vitality, they may not even die if they burst their hearts; but under the one-sided crazy slaughter, their numbers are still sharply decreasing.

But at the moment when things seemed to be proceeding in an orderly manner, a loud noise like thunder suddenly exploded above the two of them.

………………

"boom----!!!!"

In the thick dark night, the flames that had just been extinguished exploded again, and the sky-high flames rose toward the dark clouds.

And even more fierce, more violent, and more dazzling than before!

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

In the center of the rising flames, the eyes of the elf girl who screamed in pain were already crimson purple, and she was deeply stinged by the images pouring into her mind. At this moment, she was in pain that could no longer be described in words.

At this moment, even if Louis Bernard personally stepped forward to stop it, Freya was not sure whether she would obey his wishes.

Now she has only one thought: "You must die-!"

Boom-boom-boom-boom-

Violent fire continued to explode on the side of the elf girl, and countless cursed undead rushed towards the petite figure that was constantly lifting up, but they couldn't even get close, and they disappeared in the explosion.

"Despicable bastard, scum, lowly worm, madman... I swear, I swear you will regret doing this, you will!"

Freya, who was in a rage, kept cursing, and the countless powers continued to rise with the rapid heating of her emotions. One blurry boundary was broken one after another, and the body wrapped in flames was gradually turning into the shape of flames.

If the flame is the form of the destruction of all things, then she is the "destruction" itself; if the shadow is the back of the light, she is the source of all the light at this moment.

call--

The blazing sun soared above the dome, overlooking the dark clouds torn out of shape, and the darkness and blizzard that flowed on the ground below.

"That's it, it's hiding here."

The scarlet blood pupil swept to the figure lurking in the shadows, peeping coldly at his figure, and the corner of the elf girl's mouth showed a cold arc.

Thousands of undead rushed to the sky, but when they penetrated the dark clouds and were illuminated by the girl's whole body, they immediately let out a shrill scream, like ice and snow under the sun, and vanished.

At this moment, the power of the Shadow Demon was completely crushed by Freya's casting range, and anyone who approached was invisible.

"You know... There was such a legend in the history of the Iser elves that we, trapped by our emotions, can only reach a height comparable to our ancestors if we maximize our emotions."

Freya smiled coldly, and the dagger that had turned into a flaming flame kept changing shape in her hand: "We are the blood of the true god, the only son of the god; but we are also cursed, falling and sinking in the world where the true **** left. ."

"Awakening the blood of the gods and reviving the glory of the past is the innate responsibility and obligation of every Iser elf; but after thousands of years~www.wuxiamtl.com~ even the purest blood in the past , and has long forgotten this responsibility and will not bring it up again.”

"Even I have already let go of this burden, because I have found a new motivation to keep myself alive - even the Iser elf should not always be bound by the past; the future is still long, we should Seek a new life."

"But today, I may be the first elf in thousands of years to regain glory again."

"And all, all credit to you... scum." Freya's voice suddenly became much gentler, and her emotions seemed to return to normal:

"Thank you."

"Then, farewell."

Before he finished speaking, the flame dagger turned into a golden-red, extremely slender spear.

With the movement of her fingers, it fell from the sky.

​​

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version reading website: