I Will Be The Crowned King

For the next two hours, while leading the way, Rune Collins took the trouble to repeatedly explain "how genius August is", "how great August is", and how much he admires August Sturt, how lucky to be able to see him in person...

After years of friendship and correspondence, loose fans will finally see a living idol with their own eyes - that's almost the feeling.

"Seriously, dear Bach researcher, as a close friend of August you can never understand how lucky it is to be able to talk to him - let alone work together!"

Rune was shaking all over with excitement, and kept rubbing the hand he had just held with August, his face full of expressions of incomprehension: "This, this is like a dream, you heard After passing him, you got to know him, you admired him, and he actually wrote back to you, and finally saw him with his own eyes!"

"The most important thing is that he also called another friend of his - oh, that is you - oh, I mean myself, his friend!"

"The original ring is on, can you imagine anything crazier than this?!"

"No! I dare say that I may not be as nervous and excited as I was just now in my life!"

"Oh no! I, I have to work with him next, he will definitely ask me all kinds of questions, and I have to cooperate with him... I mean, work for him, raise my unfavorable attitudes to him. Suggestions, become part of his thinking... ah, the original ring is on..."

The young man in the dark red robe seemed to have thousands of lice on his body, constantly twisting and twisting to himself, depressed and excited for a while, and it would not be surprising if the abnormality went directly into a coma or madness the next second.

But An Sen, who was sitting next to him, was completely indifferent, and there was even a bit of numbness in his expression.

He looked at the dense fog above his head, the strange and gorgeous buildings on both sides, and the "Pagoda of Primordial" in the distance that seemed to have some kind of special life... In his heart, he was deeply concerned about this tomb after a thousand years, now The mysterious city of spellcasters has lost any curiosity.

At this moment, there was only one sentence in his mind: The young man beside him with a short blue ponytail, **** eyes, and a dark red robe, is called Rune.

It ran rampant in the old world and witnessed the decline of the ancient Clovis and the rise of the Osteria family and the Clovis kingdom. Even the Flower of Order Church did not dare to touch it easily, acquiescing its existence and even swaggeringly appearing in the blood magic of the capital of a country. The apostle, Talia's father, and his titular father-in-law... Rune.

This kind of feeling that can no longer be described as "wonderful" made Anson seriously doubt whether he was dreaming or living in a parallel world, or whether he was actually dead, and the scene in front of him was just imaginary before his death. hallucinations?

This sense of absurdity became even stronger when Rune kept stressing how much he admired August and how much he wanted to be "second only to August".

Because according to the history of "that world" before his coma, if nothing goes wrong, Rune will kill August at an unknown time period before the Saint calendar, take away his blood and power, and wipe it out completely. Except for the record of the entire family in history.

It directly led to Lisa becoming "the blood of the last August", and she met herself hungry on the battlefield of Thunder Fort.

Is this a pink to black?

Absurd thoughts kept popping up in Anson's mind, staring blankly at the magnificent Primordial Tower getting closer and closer to him.

"When the true **** sleeps forever, the original tower is the torch that illuminates the night."

Slowly stepping out of the carriage, Rune, who smiled a little smugly, introduced to Anson: "Thirty-six of the greatest cities in the world, two thousand large and small religious groups, countless resources and unimaginable past. technology, and when it all comes together, it creates the crystallization of wisdom in front of us.”

"It preserves the most complete history and information about magic and the teachings of true God in the world. Hundreds of the most outstanding evolutionaries work in it day and night, recording and archiving all major events that have happened and are about to happen. guide the progress of the grand plan."

"It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the Primordial Tower is still standing on the earth, the true God believers still control their own future - we will eventually break this cage called the world, and follow the instructions of the big plan left by the true God, To achieve the most perfect existence."

After a slight pause, Luen, who was full of confidence from top to bottom, watched as he was still standing in front of the carriage, and An Sen said, "Any questions?"

"No, it's just a little emotional."

In just a split second, An Sen immediately returned to normal: "As a true God believer, being able to witness such a miracle with his own eyes is truly a worthwhile trip. May I ask which part should we start visiting?"

"Ah, about this..."

Luen's face suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment, and he said a little embarrassedly: "I-I may have to apologize to you a little."

"why?"

"Because in fact... we are not here to visit, or there is no option of 'for people to visit' at all - the Primordial Tower is the highest-level institution in Boredim, and only believers who have been selected or passed the assessment can It's an honor to be approved to enter." Rune rubbed his hands uneasily, raised his head apologetically, and said:

"But, but! But as a member of the alchemy room of 'Blood Lineage', I have access to the 'Great Corridor Hall' and the 'Museum of True Knowledge', and I can take you in with the quota of assistants and followers."

"Of course, it's very inappropriate, but I, I just want to show it in front of August! Make him feel that I am hospitable and can solve a lot of things in Boredium, make him feel that I am a , is a... a..."

"Okay, I understand, I understand." Anson raised his hand and interrupted Rune who was about to continue to apologize:

"Dear Lu… Researcher Lune Collins, I have no intention of blaming you."

"real?!"

The stammered Rune stopped immediately and looked at Anson in a daze.

"It's absolutely true." An Sen said seriously:

"Actually, I can actually understand your thoughts very well. Who doesn't want to show it in front of the person he admires? It's normal and nothing to be surprised. Besides, you told me the truth. The place to blame."

More importantly, when he thought of this handsome boy who was half his head shorter than him, who was Talia's old father... It was really hard for Anson to raise many angry thoughts.

After being silent for a few seconds, Luen, who finally regained his composure, took a deep breath and held An Sen's hand solemnly: "Respected researcher Bach, no! It's my dear Anson, your broad mind and understanding, even It makes me wonder how to thank you."

"No, no, you're being too polite." Anson said, trying his best to restrain the corners of his mouth that were raised crazily:

"We're friends, so let's stop talking about thank yous, okay?"

"Of course, everything is as you wish!" Rune nodded vigorously, and there was even a little sparkle in the corners of his eyes:

"Speaking back to the original tower... Although it can only take you to the bottom floor, the area and various documents and data collections inside are still not to be underestimated; as a member of the alchemy room, I have been in it almost every day for the past few years. For a few hours, I haven't read all of those contents once."

"Although I can't let you see the core part of the Primordial Tower, I promise that just those precious materials are enough to make your trip worthwhile!"

"I'll wait and see." Anson smiled.

Following in the footsteps of Rune, Anson walked through the densely populated streets and layers of golden stairs, and entered the interior of the Primordial Tower from the large to exaggerated main entrance.

Although it is called a "tower", it is actually a very deceptive title. Regardless of the height or the size of the area, the original tower can be regarded as a palace level-compared to it, the Osteria Palace occupies a large area. The size of the land is exquisite and small.

The first thing that catches the eye is a room that is as spacious as two Beluga Harbor Councils, and looks like the front desk or the waiting room.

Stepping on the crystal-like translucent floor under his feet, like a starry sky and a galaxy, An Sen's eyes quickly looked around the surrounding environment, and immediately captured the strangely shaped columns on both sides of the hall, which looked like the original tower. Miniature version, but still nearly ten meters, or even twenty meters high.

A lot of people in the hall were crowded around these stone pillars, and their expressions looked solemn and serious, like fanatical believers paying homage to the totem of their beliefs.

"Those are the entrances to the trial and assessment of the Primordial Tower. The believers who pass will be assigned to the corresponding level according to the judgment of the upper level and the type of magic they have mastered." Rune explained silently:

"Although the hope is slim, for many believers this is their only chance; not all believers are like the legendary August, so young enough to be a Tutor."

"In fact, if it weren't for the work of the alchemy room, I should have participated in the selection and assessment last year; I can directly contact the core knowledge and get the guidance of the apostles, even if I have to work for the Primordial Tower all my life, I am willing. "

"I don't think so." Anson said silently:

"With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you become a Tuto, and even an apostle might not be impossible."

"This... maybe?" Rune scratched his head with a wry smile:

"I know you're comforting me, but thanks anyway, Anson; I'll keep trying for you and for chasing August one day!"

No, I'm not consoling, I know it for sure... Anson responded with a shrug and didn't say anything more.

The two squeezed through the crowd and continued their journey deeper into the hall.

At the end of the hall is a series of frescoes separated by colonnades. The contents of the portraits are not generally similar, but also completely unrelated: the magnificent palace, the dimly lit library, the cascading stairs, the labyrinth-like secret room, The rooftop with clear skies, the incomparably deep wellhead...

Although there is no evidence, An Sen has already vaguely guessed that these murals are likely to represent each floor, or even the entrance to each floor.

Sure enough, Luen raised his finger and pointed to the penultimate painting on the right. The oil painting made of countless gray lines and cool color blocks said, "The Great Corridor Hall, that's our goal today."

"We have to go in and find the prophecy about mutants and bring it back to the alchemy room to confirm our next research plan."

"prophecy?"

Anson immediately captured the key words in the other party's words.

"Yes, the apostles in charge of managing the Primordial Tower will make prophecies in different directions every day according to the grand plan, keep and archive them in the Great Cloister Hall; anyone who needs can enter to find what they need, and act according to the prophecy , to ensure that our work is carried out strictly according to the wishes of the true gods."

Rune explained while leading the way: "The mission of our alchemy room is also part of the big plan, so I can get permission to enter the grand corridor hall."

"So that's the case, then how do we make sure that a... prophecy is the part we need?" Anson's face was full of questions: "Even if it is, how can we ensure that our understanding is correct?"

"You asked a very important question, Anson~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is indeed August's most trusted deputy and friend!" Rune's eyes lit up:

"Yes, finding and understanding the right prophecy is the core part of the job; you need to find the most important parts from thousands of irrelevant messes, which requires deep experience, good patience and extreme Strong judgment."

"Of course this is my job, so you can just walk around after you go in and watch whatever you want. If you don't mind, I can also teach you how to distinguish the types of prophecies, and we'll be together when I find them. How do you feel about leaving?"

"I don't think there is a problem." Anson nodded slightly:

"Or you can tell me the information of the prophecy and let me help you a little so that we can leave soon."

"Really? But today is the first day of your visit to Boredim, which is likely to spoil your mood to visit. I don't want to cause you trouble..."

Luen pursed his lips, carefully observed Anson's expression, and after confirming again and again that he was not being polite, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, you will know sooner or later anyway - but don't take it too seriously, today you are just here to visit Yes, I hope you can return with a full reward and have a good time."

"That's right, the task of our alchemy room is to study the closeness of the connection between blood inheritance and mutation. To be honest, the progress so far has not been very obvious, so the alchemy room will allow me to send an invitation to August, after all He's a real expert on this."

"And now, we urgently need to figure out the next direction of research - suppose, suppose that there is a race that is born with the blessing of the true god, or that through some means, is born with the ability to use magic..."

"...What, is the biggest variable affecting their bloodline inheritance and awakening?"