I Will Be The Crowned King

"...Laugh at it as you please, it doesn't matter, I've given up anyway."

Just stunned for a moment, the man with the brand on his face immediately snorted and smiled indifferently: "You have only passed one round of trials, don't think you can breathe a sigh of relief - the one that will really make you despair is not yet. Let's start!"

"This is a bit like a test item in a petri dish. At first, it was just to brush off those 'lucky ones' and fools, so that they would not have to experience the horror behind them. It is considered the kindness of the apostles who are generous and give them!"

"So don't be happy for yourself, you should regret it, why you didn't die as easily as the unlucky guy you killed, and have to endure so much torture and pain!"

As if remembering some unbearable past, the man roared hysterically, his branded cheeks slightly distorted, and his breathing quickened along with his violently heaving chest.

An Sen, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, listened to his cynicism silently, and suddenly stepped forward, shortening the distance between the two.

"You, what do you want to do?!"

The man whose face changed suddenly panicked, subconsciously wanting to dodge backwards; followed by a "crack!", An Sen pressed his shoulders.

Sure enough, in this distorted realm, even if "Hidden" is lifted, one can only feel each other's breath as spellcasters, but the power is completely suppressed; but the quality of the body itself, and the power of blood are not affected... An Sen, who tightly clasped the opponent's shoulder, froze in his heart, but still asked like a small talk:

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask a few simple questions like... What's your name?"

"name?"

The man's lips trembled, and his flustered face showed an expression of wanting to laugh: "You...you really don't know anything, do you?!"

"This is the Primordial Tower, and we are the prisoners here. Except for the apostles and those Tutos who can pass the third trial, everyone has no names - names are used to distinguish different individuals in the group, and We are not different, understand?!"

"You still remember your own name, don't you worry, it won't take long for you to forget it, and then you will forget who you are, why you are here, and what just happened, just remember to participate in another A trial that makes you want to die, become a walking dead with no desires, and then be killed by other fools!"

"This is our... your end, your only end!"

He gritted his teeth, and there was some kind of impending collapse in his eyes.

Therefore, the twisted realm here can not only suppress power, but also possess the power of some black magic, which will gradually lose people's memory, eventually deprive them of consciousness, and become unthinkable walking dead, but only for spellcasters below the profane mage...

Anson suddenly remembered that when he came in, the tomb keeper had mentioned that Blasphemy Mage could directly participate in the third-level trial, but August, as a Blasphemer Mage, had the third-level authority—could it be that the Primordial Tower built by the apostles, Can't affect the Blasphemy mages on a conscious level?

"Don't be nervous, I just want to clarify some questions." Slowly releasing the right hand on the other's shoulder, An Sen continued to say casually like a small talk:

"Like you said, we're all just prisoners here; the only difference is that you have some intelligence here, and I don't know anything, that's all."

He deliberately lowered his posture, and at the same time slowly sat down and looked at the other party, his face was filled with unparalleled sincerity.

The man who was silent for a while had a nervous smile on his face again:

"You don't need to know anything, you don't have to ask anything...because no matter how much you know, it's useless."

"Useless?"

"Let me guess, did the test you passed just now enter a space that looks especially in line with your imagination and can fight fairly with others." The brand on the man's face twitched, and he took a deep breath and said:

"You looked at the surrounding environment, and then looked at the guy who suddenly appeared on the opposite side, and then subconsciously thought: oh, this trial has to kill him before I can pass the level... Right?"

An Sen's expression changed: "You mean..."

"The environment, the atmosphere, the ravings wandering around... The moment you step into the trial, the Primordial Tower uses various methods and means to clarify or imply the rules of your trial." The man nodded, his eyes There is despair:

"So you don't need to ask anything, you don't need to know anything, just like a fool who thinks he is lucky, just go to the trial as much as you like."

"Other things, even if you know about it, it's useless, it's better to be a fool to be lucky!"

"Then how many rounds of trials have you participated in? Are there other believers in this distorted realm who have participated in trials? How long is the interval between a new round of trials? What will happen if you fail the trial? Is there a chance to come back?"

An Sen continued to ask that the other party's mood swings were obviously not normal, but now that he is completely confused, he really needs information too much, even temporarily meaningless information is better than no information at all.

But the man doesn't seem to have any thoughts of going any further. No matter how much he asks, there is only a nervous laugh, and those eyes full of despair and ridicule, arousing Anson's ancient feelings towards a "disheartened brother". memory.

Just when he was about to continue fighting, the purple bonfire on the podium lit up again, and a strange black door gradually emerged, exuding an indescribable terrifying atmosphere around him.

The man raised his head and stared at An Sen in front of him, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth made everything self-evident.

Dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ It seems that there is nothing to ask... Slowly stood up, Anson walked down the stairs to the podium, and headed for the door.

Just as he held the door handle, the man who was still sitting on the steps behind him suddenly said:

"The third trial... I participated in a total of three trials."

"But in the third round, I...and another companion who participated in the trial together...we failed."

"In that round of trials, there was a punished Tuto. My companion didn't even see his movements, his body was completely rotten, his consciousness was taken away, and he became enslaved by the other party... undead..."

"I ran fast enough to escape the door that opened when my companion was killed... But even so, I still... can still feel that Tuto's breath..."

"If I step into that door again, I'll bump into that Tutoer again... You'll die without a place to die, but the point is that even if you die, you'll still be enslaved until he wants to give you a good time!"

"Three trials, it's you and me... all of us fools who think Boredim is heaven, the final destination!"

Looking at his trembling eyes, looking back at An Sen behind him, he stopped for a long time, and nodded slightly when he was about to count a hundred breaths in his heart:

"Thank you, I will remember."

Then he pushed in the door, walked into a deep area, and his back disappeared on the podium with the door.

It is still the same as before, like an abyss, and the ground is still so flat that you can't see any undulations; the only difference is that there is a beam of white light falling from the sky in the darkness, reflecting Zhang's simple and exquisite shape. Embossed long table.

With the slightly dazzling light beam, An Sen, whose eyeballs gradually adapted to the environment, instantly locked onto the figure sitting behind the long table—a high-necked purple robe with an open placket, and a slightly funny wide-brimmed hat with a feather pinned to it. His face was hidden under his hat and collar, but the corners of his mouth were raised up high, and his long, pointed chin was still visible.

"Hello, my dear friend"

The words full of joy sounded, and the figure behind the long table put his elbows on the table and supported his pointed chin with a pair of crossed white gloves: "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations on passing the first round of trials. Suffering came here."

"Don't deny it, I know that I am a past person, and I know how painful it is to have to kill a church member who has nothing to do with me.

"But you don't need to suffer! So from now on, this kind of thing will never happen again - at least, at least in this round of trials, it will never happen!"

"The three true gods, as well as the great apostles, are kind and benevolent, but to ensure the strictness of the trial, they formulated a slightly harsh trial process; after all, we have to find a way to filter out those who are not so… Qualified parishioner, right?"

"As for you...you and me, we are the evolutionaries who have passed the first round of trials and proved ourselves, we are the chosen ones, part of the big plan!"

"We don't need to use such savage, cruel and harsh methods to ensure the purity and nobility of the Primordial Tower."

"We...have a better way."

The smiling caster stood up, arms raised as if to give him a big hug.

Looking at this unbelievably enthusiastic guy in front of him, Anson couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "What way?"

"That is..." The caster paused slightly, and the smile on his face became wider:

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot the most important previous years... Don't worry, please take a seat first, and let me explain to you."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers "crack!" while smiling to please; soon, there was an armchair with the exact same backrest as the one behind him on the opposite side of the long table.

I didn't feel any obvious magical aura, could it be said that this twisted domain comes with it... I feel a little suspicious... An Sen, who nodded slightly, stepped forward, sat on the bench very naturally, and supported the other side with his elbows on the desktop.

But in fact, at the moment of sitting down, his body did not touch the chair, but the strength of his elbows and thighs kept his body balanced.

To be able to do this, in addition to thanking Talia for repeatedly helping herself "solve the questions" before, she has learned the skills of controlling her body from many "Senior Conjurers", and the gym of the Truth Seeking Order in Clovis City.

The caster who sat down together did not seem to notice any abnormality, and happily began to introduce to Anson:

"The second round of trials is... debate!"

"debate?"

"Who is right and who is wrong? Let us use the depth of our thinking and the accumulation of experience to decide the final outcome!" The caster happily explained:

"There are ten rounds of debate in total, and both sides continue to speak according to the round system. If either side cannot continue to refute, it will be regarded as a failure."

"The victor must win ten rounds of debates in a row, and then pass the trial—of course, you can win in any round at will, and leave the trial from the door that was opened after the death of the loser, but the next time you come, you have to start again it has started."

"The theme of each round is random, and the starting party is random. You can refute but not mess with it. If the content of the answer has nothing to do with the content of the opponent's refutation, or is not enough to refute, it will also be judged as a failure!"

With the applause of "Crack!", the caster with folded hands brought his head closer and asked with an impatient smile, "How is it, do you have any questions?"

"Only one." Anson met his gaze

Dear, this chapter is not over, and there is a next page ^0^, also smile back:

"When does it begin?"

"Of course now!"

The caster jerked back to his chair; just as he sat firmly, a piece of delicate parchment suddenly appeared on the long table, with a few scribbles on it to form a series of sentences:

"The light came first, or the shadow first?"

Just as the parchment appeared, the light above the two of them suddenly moved to the caster.

"Ah! I'll speak first this round, luckily!" The caster's voice was unusually brisk:

"My answer is that there is light first, because only after the emergence of light, there is the existence of shadows, otherwise our world is essentially chaotic darkness."

It turns out that the party who speaks first can choose the angle of the debate, and the latter can only debate from the opposite direction... An Sen slightly restrained his heart: "I object."

"Since it is the topic of the debate, it itself judges light and shadow as independent individuals. I don't think there is an associated relationship between the two parties, because the light changes the surrounding at the moment of falling, but everything around it exists, not for the sake of Born of light; nature first had shadow, and then light."

"Against - there is no light, how do you judge where the shadow is?" The caster smiled: "It is the existence of light that gives meaning to the shadow."

"Objection." Anson raised his eyebrows and asked calmly:

"Question, what's your definition of shadow?"

"It's the exact opposite of light, invisible black..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The caster, who opened his mouth but made no sound, froze in place. After a few seconds, a bitter smile appeared on his face:

"I lost."

An Sen nodded slightly~www.wuxiamtl.com~, but his heart was still tight; the other party was too happy to admit defeat, even if he really couldn't answer, he should struggle again, or say...

Just as he kept guessing, the spellcaster in front of him suddenly took out a dagger from his arms, then stabbed it into his chest without hesitation, twisted it hard, pulled it, and cut out the broken pieces of his body. heart!

"puff!"

Dark red plasma was sprayed on the unprepared An Sen's face, looking at the other party with a little surprise, "Put!" He lay on the table, and the plasma overflowing from the wound quickly dyed the entire long table red.

Before he could recover from the shock, the caster who had just died from his heart slowly climbed up from the table again, smiling at him with a **** face:

"Okay, I've died once, and I can continue to debate with you."

"Oh...I don't seem to have introduced myself to you yet? I'm so sorry, my name is Silze..."

"As you can see, it's a Tuto child."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^