I Will Be The Crowned King

"Snapped--!"

The crisp sound of finger snaps echoed in the air, and pale golden traces followed Anson's finger movements, perfectly delineating the edge of the wound on Silze's neck.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying wound was gently provoked like a "canvas" with only one layer, and moved it towards the opponent's chest.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and there was almost no pause. After dozens of repeated blessings from the power of blood, An Sen's control over his body and mental strength at this moment have not been what they used to be.

According to his own estimation, it should now be on par with Louis Bernard, who has activated the power of blood!

But the real reason why he dared to use a spell that he didn't understand so recklessly was the ability that he suddenly became "different".

The effect of the supernatural power is proportional to the level of his own incantation magic and bloodline power. This is something that Anson has discovered long ago—if there was no tempering in Clovis City and the death battle with Professor Mace Hornard, he would have It is impossible to find that the ability can be "detached" from the body, when the radar uses this new operation.

And after repeatedly dying a dozen times with the power of blood, and at the same time being strengthened a dozen times, the "ability" that could only be used for indiscriminate perspective and insight has also demonstrated abilities that have never been seen before. .

Not only the power of the enemy, but also his own aura and the magic he used were split in his mind, cracked, and presented with unprecedented clarity.

Even so, there is still a world of difference between himself and Sirze... Blasphemy Mage.

The only chance to defeat him is now, only when the opponent's head is blown off by the distorted realm and forced to die, bet his last card.

Relying on the intelligence collected by continuous death, countless accumulations, August's help, and the trump card that was shaped by the extremely important luck.

"puff!"

After the spell was successfully cast, an extremely ferocious wound appeared on Sirze's chest, and the flesh and blood, along with the shattered ribs, poured out like a fountain and sprinkled on Ansen's face.

Anson, whose eyes were red with blood, had no intention of avoiding it at all, because below the "fountain" was Silze's heart.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

"boom!"

The golden-red flames lit up Silze's chest. With the blessing of [Rising Fire], the ignition point of the heart that had stopped beating was pulled extremely low, like a flaming nova.

It was at this moment that Searle's "Death Denial" spell began to activate.

The ignited headless corpse suddenly began to struggle, little by little on the cross-section of the neck, new flesh and blood grew like a tumor that swelled and mutated, and with the violent wriggling, it gradually turned into the original head.

Even the heart, which had been turned into coke in the flames, actually began to beat again; it was clearly still scorched by the fire, and it was still able to revive—along with the torn ribs, it slowly began to recover.

And in An Sen's mind, he was like a juggling clown, he conjured a brand new head and heart out of thin air, and put them back on his chest and neck with extremely exaggerated movements.

Almost at the same time, Silze's "field" opened again, and Anson could even clearly feel that his spellcasting range was beginning to be torn, collapsed, and eroded... The whole world was collapsing little by little, and then under the opponent's power Deconstruct, reorganize.

That is the collision between the law and the law, and it is the power of Sirze that competes for the authority to distort the world.

Anson now understands: if the battle between ordinary conjurers is a competition of willpower and the amount of magic prepared in advance, then at the level of blasphemy mages, it is to compete for the power to distort the law.

It's like a debate contest over the definition of the theme - whoever is in power to reshape the world has the absolute initiative!

The party who can only passively accept the opposing rules has almost no room for a comeback!

A strong sense of oppression came upon his face, and An Sen felt that his entire consciousness was beginning to boil, and the ideas he had finally constructed were constantly being denied, destroyed, and destroyed.

It's just that Silze, who has not been completely resurrected and is still in a state of death... replaced by a real face-to-face confrontation between the two sides, he didn't doubt a face-to-face, and he didn't even know how he died.

But now... everything is still planned!

The expressionless An Sen pulled out the revolver hidden behind his waist, "Pfft!", and stabbed the muzzle directly into Sirze's neck.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three rubbings of [Hunting], three rubbings of [Rapid Wind], a total of six smashed into Silze's body... Although the casting range was distorted and eroded, causing the spell to fail, the lead bullet and gunpowder failed. Will not betray, loyal to tear the head that has not been restored to shreds again.

According to the rules of the trial, both sides of the debate cannot directly use violence against each other, otherwise they will be directly judged to lose the debate, but the indiscriminate range effects and corpses are not included in this list - this is Anson's head being blown by Searle, and then The information obtained immediately after the heart was cut off.

Even if there is only a flashback of the moment of being killed, and even if there are more than ten similar memories before and after, An Sen firmly remembers the slight differences between each time, accumulating all the information that is not known whether it is useful or not.

The six lead bullets were completely blown out. In addition to gaining a moment of breathing space for himself, the most important and most important thing was to catch Syrze's flaw.

Blasphemy mages are very strong, and the Blasphemer mages who are conjurers are equally strong, but they are not without weaknesses... As long as they can be found, it is entirely possible that they are fragile enough to be killed by a buckshot!

Silzer's weakness lies in his ability, and it is also the key to his ability to repeatedly "resurrect from the dead" - that is magic!

Demonstrating omnipotent magic by distorting the laws of nature... But since it is magic, the most important prerequisite for successful spellcasting is not to pierce.

And now An Sen, "just" has a pair of eyes that can penetrate everything.

Even if it doesn't work once, twice, three times, ten times, a hundred times... As long as the killed Searle keeps repeating his trick of "resurrecting from the dead", there will definitely be times when he will be ganged up.

If you seize that moment, you can make his magic invalid and die!

Just as his head was smashed by lead bullets, Sirze's domain was opened again, and the flesh and blood that had just been torn to pieces began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With his eyes wide open, An Sen closely watched the images in front of him and in his mind at the same time, trying to find the other's "weakness".

boom--

A large amount of complex information poured into his consciousness, slamming into his thoughts like a flood; Ansen's vision, who felt his head was about to explode, began to become dazed, flashing black and white rapidly.

This is a harbinger of an impending collapse when the mind cannot bear the huge amount of information.

An Sen subconsciously closed his eyes to avoid, but at this moment, a very familiar, but somewhat unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Look at him, look into his eyes, bear that pain..."

"Looking at him can make him invisible in front of you and not be confused by false illusions..."

"To defeat the nightmare, you must look directly at the nightmare!"

The shocked An Sen suddenly opened his eyes; blood continued to overflow from his eyes like tears, leaving a pair of scarlet eyes.

At that moment, he clearly felt that his "ability" was a little different from the past...

It is no longer the same as in the past, with one's own body as the center that can see the surrounding, but has become a kind of "stand", which can be controlled at will as the casting range expands and contracts.

He could even clearly see the power of the bloodline emitting a slight golden light, flowing in his body, constantly reshaping his organs, bones, flesh and blood... It was very wonderful and very strange.

It's as if this flesh and blood body is just a body, not his real body.

Anson seemed to be observing himself from a third-person perspective, falling into some kind of incomprehensible state.

In contrast, Sear, who was being resurrected, was stunned by the sight in front of him as soon as he regained a little consciousness.

This guy... he actually upgraded at such a time? !

A mere high-level conjurer, a mutant species that came out of nowhere... I don't even understand the difference between the domain and the casting range, I don't know the core of my own laws, and I don't even know the principle of distortion, and I can't even tell the difference. The difference between "denial" and "erosion" is about to be upgraded? !

What a joke!

Silze's heart showed a hint of absurdity, a hint of shock... and a hint of fear.

He is not worried about whether An Sen has really succeeded in upgrading. The opponent's current state is obviously not enough to control his own power, and he can't control it successfully at all, which proves that the evolution is not particularly complete. It is obviously affected by the "mutation force" in the body. Raised to the height of the door, there is still a long way to go before complete evolution.

What really frightened him were those eyes.

Those eyes that seem to see everything and make him invisible!

This kind of power does not belong to any category he knows... It is neither the three major pathways, nor has anything to do with normal mutation, just like the origin of this guy in front of him and all kinds of things on him are as mysterious, and they don't belong to this world at all!

The most important thing is that as a conjurer and Tutoer, his trump card has been thoroughly seen by these eyes... In front of Anson Bach, there is no secret at all!

For a blood mage or even a black mage, this is nothing, but for a conjurer who relies on the Twisting Law as a means of evolution, the complete disclosure of secrets is absolutely deadly - especially in front of another conjurer.

He must be killed, Anson Bach must be killed, and he must not be allowed to leave here!

boom--

With the success of the resurrection, Sirze's field began to strengthen continuously, from the original resistance to Anson's spell casting range, began to erode and destroy in all directions.

But there is a limit to this erosion... The trial stipulates that both parties in the debate cannot actively harm the other party, unless one of them fails or dies, all Cyr can do is to completely open the field, distort the surrounding light and environment, and at the same time He and Anson caused mental oppression, and prevented him from completing the upgrade by injuring the enemy by one thousand and eight hundred.

Ansen, who noticed that Searle had been successfully resurrected, was not flustered, or that the failure was originally expected by him - the trump card of the mages blasphemed, the core key of evolution, how could it be so simple to be seen through by himself?

But failure doesn't mean giving up, it can even be part of the plan; since it can't stop him from resurrecting this time, then thoroughly decipher the essence of his domain, and dismantle the opponent's "resurrection" magic next time!

An Sen, who had not yet realized that his eyes were already scarlet, endured the devastation at the conscious level. The field that had no dead ends in all directions began to gradually expose various loopholes under the gaze of "supernatural powers".

Now he is like a viewer who is facing the video, slowly replaying the magic frame by frame, trying to find flaws; and his body has also begun to change quietly.

In the flustered Silze's pupils, An Sen's changes were clearly reflected - the thin spellcasting range gradually began to take on the appearance of a "domain".

Once it takes shape and can offset the influence of its own field, even if it is only for a moment, the situation will be completely reversed.

At this moment, the theme of a new round of debate appeared on the table:

"Does hope create the future, or does the future give hope?"

This time, the beam of light fell on Sirze first.

"I think ... it's the future that gives us hope."

Without any hesitation, Searle immediately gave the answer: "Evolutionaries are always pursuing unknown existences, we are not ignorant people deceived by lies and deceit, we firmly know our own bright future, and we can walk with hope. Only by the ups and downs of the road of evolution can we be the enemy of the world without hesitation!"

"It's an eternal, perfect future that gives us hope for the path we choose!"

As he spoke generously, he stared at the figure opposite him with all his attention; the beam of light above his head also fell along with the voice and turned to Ansen.

But this time, Anson did not immediately refute.

He had a hunch that his answer was not just for the debate, but for himself...for him, Ansen Bach's ultimate definition.

Yes, it's time to take that step.

Enduring the pain, Anson, who was engrossed in the pain, remembered August's advice... This is a very crucial step. After making that choice, he will not be able to turn back and say goodbye to the past completely~www.wuxiamtl.com~ So...

"I object." Anson said softly:

"No one knows what the future will look like, no one knows what awaits us at the end of that time and space, no one can predict the outcome of the next second, and no one... knows what perfection and eternity will look like."

"Even the three true gods have not been able to achieve that perfection."

"Even so, we still did it, and we embarked on this doomed road, not because the future is waiting for us like the end of the goal, but because we have hope and unswervingly believe in the existence of the future. "

"I... believe the future exists."

"Despite the ups and downs, the horrors, the dangers... I have hope in my heart so I won't doubt my future."

"I, Anson Bach."

"It's an evolutionary."