I Will Be The Crowned King

An Sen, whose face moved slightly, looked in the direction of the voice. A man in a brown hooded robe with the original ring pattern on his face was staring at him, with a bit of ridicule in his expression:

"Why, don't you really think that you have obtained the oracle of the true God, the privilege granted by the Primordial Tower? Ha...haha...haha...hahaha, it's not that you can't say that..."

"It's just not the privilege of a trial, but the privilege of being imprisoned and dying!"

"All the true **** believers in Boredim, as long as they show the slightest disobedience to the will of the apostles, or are simply disliked by them, if they do not participate in the Primordial Tower Trial, they will be granted this award. 'privilege'."

"Most of the idiots will agree immediately without thinking, only a small number of people who have some brains will seriously think about it - but it's useless, because if you dare to refuse, the apostles will do it themselves and turn you into blood and pus. Part of the fog!"

"Lock all the restless elements into the Primordial Tower, let them fight each other, risk their lives to pass through impossible traps, and then call it a 'trial' - this is how Boredim is prosperous, stable and harmonious. the truth!"

"Looking at your expression, it should be the kind of lucky guy who thinks he is so glorious and proud, ah? Pfft, hahahaha...ahhahahaha...hahaha..."

The man laughed hysterically, as if he was a prisoner bound by infinite malice, roaring at the sky in despair.

Anson stood there silently, looking around at his surroundings and structures.

I came in through the "door" opened by the tomb keeper, which means that this place should be part of a twisted realm like the Great Corridor Hall and the Alchemy Room. To the breath of the mist of blood and pus.

Can this prove in turn that the entire Primordial Tower is a huge distorted field, and what I see outside is only an illusion created by some kind of black magic or incantation?

Just as he was thinking about it, the laughter gradually stopped.

"Why, are you scared stupid, or... are you dumb?" The man continued to sneer, perhaps because he didn't get a response, he sounded a little annoyed and impatient:

"Excellent, those **** have already begun to let go of the dumb; the next step is to arrest a few more blind men, and then accuse them of peeking at the secrets of the Primordial Tower..."

"Excuse me, which floor is this place on the Primordial Tower?"

Before he could finish complaining, An Sen stepped forward and said, "Also, when will the first round of trials start?"

The man who was stolen was angry at first, then opened his eyes and stood there for a long time, and it took more than half a minute to respond:

"Pfft! Pfft...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...!!!!"

"This, this fool, he... he... he was sent in without knowing anything!"

"Pfft hahaha... The Primordial Ring is on top, how can there be such a pure fool in the world who dares to come in without understanding the Primordial Tower, do you think you are some kind of 'Oracle', ah?!"

"Hahaha...haha...ah can't do it, I can't do it...it's...it's amazing...it's really amazing...ahhahahahaha..."

The man couldn't stop laughing, and he started shaking wildly as if he couldn't control his body, covering his stomach and rolling over and over on the steps.

After a long while, he finally got up from the stairs, wiped his tears and said, "Okay, I tell you, I tell you, this is the original tower, but it is not anything you know. One floor—if I have to say it, it’s probably one and a half floors!”

"The first floor is the Evolution Hall, which is composed of the Grand Corridor Hall and all kinds of messy institutions, that is, the place where the tomb keeper and the heads of various departments who work for the big plan often go, and most of them have reached this level. ."

"The second to sixth floors above that are where our unlucky **** and fools take part in the 'trial', or prison." The man breathed softly, his calmer voice still carrying a mocking smile. : "The seventh floor at the top is the place where the legendary apostles belong. No one knows what the secret is."

"As for this place...it doesn't belong to any floor of the Primordial Tower, it's just a twisted area forcibly opened up by the tomb keeper, so that we prisoners can have a place to rest before they go to die."

"Every time the trial ends, you'll come back here and wait for the next trial call - I know what you're thinking, isn't it safe to just stay here, right?"

"It's useless! Every time a trial starts, at least one evolutionary person must participate, otherwise the entire Twisted Domain will collapse in an instant. Unless you are strong enough to fight the collapse at the apostle level, you will be crushed into scum together with the domain! "

The moment the voice fell, the brazier in the center of the lecture stage in the hall suddenly ignited a dark purple flame, and the demon-like shadow swayed with the eerie light.

"And that is the signal for the start of the trial." The man stared into An Sen's eyes, with a bit of playfulness in his smile:

"One hundred breaths... Within one hundred ordinary deep breaths, one of us must walk through that door and kill the unlucky person who participated in the trial with you, or else they will all die."

An Sen looked at the throbbing fire in his eyes without saying a word, then turned around and glanced at the man who was still sitting in the same place and showed no sign of getting up.

"Don't look at me, I will never go in - either you go or we die together, I really don't care!" Facing Anson's gaze, the man grinned:

"You still have... hey, ninety deep breaths, if you don't hurry, you'll have to be buried with me!"

As he spoke, the man did not forget to hum an unknown tune, a sign that he didn't care at all.

The cold hairs all over the body, the slightly trembling calf, except for the palms that are wet to the point where they start to sweat...

Anson narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around without speaking, and walked down the stairs to the door directly in front of the podium; just as he walked down the stairs, the man's cynicism kept ringing behind him:

"That's right, go... Go and die as much as you like, and see how glorious the 'privilege' given to you by the Three True Gods..."

"A fool like you, who doesn't know the cruelty of the truth, will never understand how pathetic he is..."

"I was tricked in and thought I was such a glorious fool...Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"boom!"

The heavy sound of the door closing interrupted the man's wild laughter.

Unlocking the door that was gradually disappearing, Anson, expressionless, quickly looked around at the new surroundings.

There is a flat ground underfoot, and there are no obstacles blocking the line of sight nearby; there is no light, but it does not feel particularly dark-except for the real darkness at the outermost periphery, the visibility is almost 100%.

In this case, it is really suitable as a arena.

And just as An Sen looked around, the figure walking out of the darkness on the opposite side was also looking at him.

"Hey, why can't you feel the breath at all?"

The caster, who was wearing a robe similar to Ansen's and covered most of his face with a mask, frowned slightly, and said in a daze: "You, you dare to participate in the trial without mastering any evolutionary path... "

Before he finished speaking, he saw an afterimage rushing towards him, wrapped in the wanton surging thick fog!

The caster, whose expression suddenly changed, did not dare to neglect, and suddenly blocked his right hand in front of him. The ordinary arm swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, alienated, and turned into a giant claw half a meter in diameter, full of blue veins and barbs.

"boom--!"

With just a slight scratch, the giant claws and the dissipated smoke left marks carved by a knife and axe on the ground; almost at the same time, the caster saw that Anson, who should have been torn to pieces by himself, leaped to the top of his head, holding a dagger at the corner of his mouth. The strange pipe was still pouring out a thick mist rich in magical reactions.

Well, what is that? And why can't I feel the breath on him at all, is this guy a black mage?

The caster was full of doubts, but he didn't take it lightly - the left arm that suddenly started to twitch frantically shattered like ceramic, and small tentacles spewed out from the end of the arm, attacking Anson who was about to land.

"Puff puff--!"

The tentacles full of mucus and barbs let out a whistling to tear the air in his ears. An expressionless Anson scurried around frantically to dodge. He was only a few centimeters away to smash cracks directly on the ground, and the mucus could also corrode the soil. tentacle.

At the same time, the caster, who was gradually surrounded by thick fog, continued to mutate. The rapidly expanding legs changed from bending backwards to bending forwards, and sharp-blade-like claws grew out of the blasted boots. A blue vein like a wriggling python began to spread from the mutated part to the whole body.

Standing still, he stared coldly at An Sen, who was being chased by his own tentative attack, and moved around without interruption. His inner unease became more and more serious - he clearly couldn't feel any magic breath, but he mutated due to the blood magic pathway. The enhanced intuition is constantly warning himself that this guy is dangerous.

Although it is not clear what the reason is, the caster does not intend to delay any longer, and is ready to end the death battle with the next blow.

Just as Ansen, who had escaped the tentacle attack, tried to get closer by the smoke, the caster's swollen right arm suddenly clenched a fist, hitting the attacking figure like a battering ram.

"Boom!"

With the loud noise that shook the eardrums, the caster's feet firmly grasped the ground, and only the inertia of the arm waving and the power of the waist twisted a blow that was comparable to a six-pound infantry cannon.

The terrifying force rolled up the wind, blowing the surrounding smoke away, revealing the figure who was hit by him.

An expressionless An Sen stood only three steps away from him, the howling wind blowing recklessly on his hair, revealing a pair of dark brown, extremely calm eyes.

The pupils of the caster suddenly shrank.

It wasn't just because he was hit with all his strength and he was unscathed, but at the moment of his attack, the opponent, who was no different from ordinary people, exuded an incomparably strong magical aura.

Holding his pipe, he raised his right hand, only a few centimeters away from his right paw... But it was these few centimeters that formed an insurmountable moat, which was firmly blocked by the barrier formed by the dense fog.

This... how did he do it... His whole body was penetrated by countless "smoke spears", and the pupil of the caster who was pinned to the spot together with his left arm tentacles trembled violently, his face full of disbelief.

Gently spit out a smoke ring, Anson maintained the effect of [Yan Yujia] and went backwards; the caster, who immediately realized what he wanted to do, began to show a panicked expression:

"No, no, no... don't do it, I surrender! I am willing to surrender! Don't kill me, I don't want to die... I... I..."

He struggled desperately, endured the pain of being torn open by the "smoke spear" and desperately begged for mercy.

As if moved by the sincerity of the other party, An Sen silently removed the pipe from the corner of his mouth; almost at the same time, the "smoke spear" that was inserted into the caster's body also began to loosen, and there were signs that it was about to dissipate.

But just at the moment when the caster was about to show a happy expression~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the seemingly soft-hearted Anson snapped his fingers "Crack!".

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

"boom--!!!!"

The golden-red fire directly ignited the caster's whole body, and the smoke that was lifted from the "smoke spear" was immediately transformed into "smoke flames", which burned wildly under the effect of rising fire.

The fire light dissipated, leaving only a blackened flesh and blood.

After confirming again and again that the other party's magical reaction had disappeared, An Sen finally let out a sigh of relief.

Of course he knew how much he was capable of. The only reason he could succeed was that the evolutionary people of this time and space didn't know the skills of "hiding" - because they didn't need to master them at all - if they believed the other party's begging for mercy, they would now become flesh The sauce should be yourself.

A few minutes later, a door identical to the one before appeared behind him without warning; and the corpse that had been turned into coke on the ground also disappeared without a trace.

Sure enough, you must kill the people who participated in the trial together to complete the trial... An Sen, who frowned slightly, secretly said in his heart, and walked towards the door without turning his head.

Pushing open the door, the familiar staircase hall appeared in front of you again, but this time it was no longer from the back and the lecture hall, but a corner of the stand.

Slowly raising his head, the man was sitting opposite him when he entered the door, as if he saw something beyond his comprehension, his wide eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

He froze in shock at first, then he raised his right hand tremblingly, and pointed at the uninjured An Sen with his unstretched index finger. His big mouth seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.

"What, are you scared stupid?" Facing his gaze, An Sen's mouth slightly picked up:

"Or...you're a mute?"