I Will Be The Crowned King

"...if you hate this world, a world full of injustices that makes you miserable, and long for change, to be reborn, to restore everything to what it should be; Ayton the Master of Destiny, asks his followers, in the name of conjuration, Destroy all evil..."

Instructor Mace Hornard's voice echoed in Anson's mind like a murmur.

What, conjuration magic?

Is it a handy weapon, a handy tool? Or was it a helpless choice, but forced by the situation, a helpless result?

Both are and are not.

Thundercastle, Iron Sky Train, Clovis City, Eagle Horn City, Han Earth, Ysir Royal Court, New World, Boredim...

Mace Hornard, Draco Wilters, Luther Franz, Talia Rune...

From struggling to survive, trying to get rid of being controlled, monitored and exploited, to gradually gaining control and striving for a certain degree of freedom, and now finally no longer being controlled by others, and gradually taking their own destiny into their own hands.

There are more and more threats, less and less dependence, the enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and the future and the future are also more and more confused... Like a canoe tossing in the surging waves; to survive with the current is to do our best, let alone find a way forward .

Does the future exist, and where is the hope?

Time and time again, I have embarked on an unknown and dangerous road, and it has never been a tool to support myself, not some kind of strength, and it is not a helping hand extended by others.

It is the determination not to give up fate, and the confidence to see the only possible line.

It is this self-confidence that supports me from stepping on the path of incantation to the confrontation with Sirze... Not to mention being killed more than a dozen times, it is dozens, hundreds of times, as long as I can, I can continue.” Die"—until you seize that ray of possibility, and you will surely succeed.

Not because of anything else, but because I penetrated the other party's thinking, collected enough intelligence, analyzed all the clues, grasped the changes in the situation, and figured out the cards of both sides... and based on all this, I formulated an extremely detailed and clear-cut Steps and plans for multiple scenarios.

And your plan is perfect.

Everything is under control.

At this moment, An Sen suddenly found that his consciousness suddenly began to "gushing out" of his body, like light that was squeezed and finally released, freely spreading around.

The beam of light on the top of the head, the clothes on the body, the note on the table... The objects that are obviously not in contact with the body can be easily touched; even the darkness that covers the entire distorted realm is not in the picture in my mind. Escape.

The seemingly strange and unfathomable power was deciphered, dismantled, and completely understood by An Sen under the insight of "supernatural power"; and at the same time as he understood, the power seemed to become... a part of his body.

Just like controlling the limbs and breathing hard, with just one thought, you can interfere, manipulate or even distort everything as you like - as long as it is within the scope of your "consciousness".

Or in the parlance of conjurers of this age... the realm.

So for conjurers, flesh and blood is actually irrelevant to a certain extent, the realm is the real "ontology" - as long as it is within the scope of the realm, anything is free, and you can almost do whatever you want.

Of course, it must follow the "core" of its own evolution.

At this moment, Anson finally understood why August would say that he was close to the border, but he did not have enough control over his own power; he understood that a conjurer who was inferior to blood and black mages in terms of flesh and blood and spiritual level, truly Where is the advantage.

When the world is under your control, and everything follows the rules you set, the significance of individual strength and weakness is not so prominent, or even completely unimportant; even if you are powerless, a few weak curses can make your blood pressure violently violent. Up, as long as you have the law in your hand, you can still do whatever you want.

The law... is the core of the conjurer.

The upgrade of blood magic is a qualitative change of flesh and blood, and the upgrade of black magic is a qualitative change of spiritual power. When a conjurer becomes a blasphemer, he will create a new set of laws and become the law itself.

Just like Silzer's law... Anson, who has used "powers", has completely understood his essence, whether he is resurrecting from the dead or turning his blood into blue before, he follows the laws of "magic".

Magic, illusion, conjuration, blindfolding... As long as he is not seen through the moment he casts the spell, Searle is omnipotent; let alone resurrecting from the dead, even if he dismembers himself and puts it back together again, it is easy.

On the other hand, as long as it is exposed...then it will naturally equal to the failure of the casting, so the way he dies is different almost every time - just like magicians rarely repeat the same performance many times in one performance, in order to try to do as much as possible Avoid being found flawed.

The law that Anson masters is called "planning".

As long as you have enough information, set a certain result, and then implement it step by step according to the plan, you can achieve the goal - of course, the premise must be within your own "domain", and without being eroded by other conjurers. Destroy it.

The more sufficient the information, the better the effect, and vice versa, the worse it is; based on this, not to mention the distorted laws, even the many "mutations" of the black magic and blood magic pathways, Ansen can also imitate, counteract, use and destruction.

Based on this principle, the same type of conjurer's law can also be used... Through the information obtained in the previous dozens of rounds, Anson has thoroughly figured out all the information elements of Searle's "law". With a little more time, he can even directly ask The opponent's realm is invalid in oneself.

The collision between the law and the law, this is the battlefield where the Blasphemy mages really confront each other.

Until this moment, An Sen was completely convinced that he had completed the promotion and became a real Blasphemy Mage.

"I object!"

Searle stared at Anson's scarlet eyes with an ugly face, as if he could not wait to let time go back: "The hope of the future cannot be determined, it is impossible to exist!"

"Isn't it because there are three true gods pointing the way, so that all evolutionaries see a bright future and see that we can achieve eternity, and all true **** believers embark on the road against the world without hesitation, so they have hope and pursue extraordinary achievements? !"

"What about the three true gods?"

Anson bit his pipe and said in a very calm tone: "When the king of blood magic, Pluto, was the first to stand up against the world and hope to become an eternal existence, did he see the so-called 'bright future'?"

"When the master of black magic took the opposite path to blood magic, was it because he didn't think that Pluto could not succeed, and his own path really had the future?"

"As for Orton, who chose the most special path, did he become the controller of his destiny because he felt that confronting the world was a path destined to have a 'bright future'?"

"No, I don't know, no one can know their determination at that moment, and what made them make this far-reaching decision."

"But one thing is for sure, and that is their determination, which creates a hope."

"And this hope creates a different future."

Anson looked at Silze quietly: "We are the product of this hope - even Boredim, the original tower, is the same."

"be opposed to!"

Taking a deep breath, Silze's voice became hoarse: "Boridim and the Primordial Tower were built according to the prophecy of the grand plan, and it is precisely because of such a bright future that all believers can work together. , to build this city of hope!"

"Objection - Your Excellency Sir Zeir, your evidence is insufficient to prove the connection between the future and hope."

Anson shook his head: "The establishment of Boredium is based on the instructions of the grand plan, but this has nothing to do with the future. Instead, it proves that even if the true God leaves, we as believers are still full of hope for the future and unswervingly follow along. move forward on the established path.”

"Against! This kind of rhetoric that has no piety towards the true God is the real fallacy!" Sear said bitterly:

"If the future does not exist, then why did all believers embark on the path of evolution, and where did they get the hope of forging ahead in the dark?!"

Sear, who retorted, distorted his cheeks slightly, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

If it was just speculation just now, then he can now be completely convinced that this guy named Anson Bach has really been promoted successfully and became a Tuto child.

Of course, his use of power is not complete, and it seems that he is still at the stage of groping his own "rules" and "domains". If it is truly one-on-one, it is not enough to pose any threat to himself.

But the problem is that now he and himself must abide by the rules of the trial. Once the debate fails and he dies, he who has become Tutuoer cooperates with the pair of "eyes" that can see everything, and is likely to interfere in his own field. As a result, you can't activate magic and die directly!

Even if it were only possible, in Searle's eyes, this was unacceptable; because it meant that the ensuing debate had no right to lose, and once lost, it was really over.

The ease that he once had was suddenly gone, coupled with the loss of the ability to interfere and influence his opponents, Silze inevitably panicked in his heart, eager to win the debate.

Yes, the current situation is indeed very unfavorable to him, but it is the same for Ansen Bach, he has no chance of resurrection; as long as he loses once, he can completely crush him and end his trial.

After that, as long as you silently wait for the next guy to participate in the trial, and make sure you win ten times in a row, you can... eh?

Searle was stunned for a moment, An Sen on the opposite side not only did not appear nervous or frightened, nor did he deliberately pretend to be full of confidence, but... very confused.

"Your Excellency Sirze, are you misunderstanding the topic we are debating?"

Looking at Sirze, who didn't seem to figure out what happened, Anson couldn't help but said, "The topic of our debate now is whether hope created the future, or the complete opposite."

"From the beginning to the end, I have not denied the existence of the future, but only emphasized the order between the two. You just seemed to be... digressing."

"In other words, your rebuttal to me just now is completely unfounded."

The voice fell, and the beam of light hovering above his head landed on Sirze again.

In an instant, Searle, who was so excited just now, turned pale by the beam of light.

"boom--!"

Without any warning, his head exploded to pieces again, and the flesh and bone scum once again spread over the long table and Anson's body; the headless corpse collapsed on the chair with blood pouring out.

But this was just the beginning, almost the next second, new flesh began to grow on the broken wound; in less than half a minute at most, Searle would miraculously resurrect from the dead.

The next second, An Sen suddenly opened his field, directly covering the entire trial site.

The "corpse" that was gradually recovering seemed to feel his magical reaction. The **** torso suddenly shook, and the speed of recovery suddenly slowed down.

And An Sen, who was silent, still sat in the same position, propped his chin in his hands, exhaled a smoke ring, and looked at Sirze's "corpse" playfully.

In the picture in his mind, the funny clown was secretly taking out his intact head from a very hidden corner, intending to press it back when "people around him were not paying attention".

But now... Sirze's surroundings have been completely covered by his own domain, and the essence of his law has been thoroughly seen by himself.

He seemed to realize that there was a flawed and smiling clown in his performance, and stood there awkwardly, not daring to make any more moves.

The headshot wound was still gushing blood, but the wound did not heal. Silze's body began to spasm uncontrollably, twitching, and the complexion gradually lost its blood and became cold.

until completely lost.

Until he could no longer feel the slightest bit in the air, it belonged to his magical reaction.

Blasphemy Mage Sirze, completely dead.

In front of the dimly lit long table, only Anson Bach was left alone.

An Sen, who had repeatedly confirmed that the opponent was completely dead, finally let out a sigh of relief~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and slowly converged on his domain—different from the previous spellcasting range, the convergence and expansion of the domain were not as flexible as in the past; Not only because of greater control, but also because of the expansion of the scope, the larger the information to be included in the thinking.

And because the domain has become its own "ontology", large-scale expansion will also reduce the control over itself; if the domain is converged within the range of the body, the control is the strongest, then after infinite expansion, it is possible to even stand. will not be able to maintain.

In other words, it is not only proficiency, but also closely related to the level of mastery of the law and the level of manipulation. Becoming a Blasphemy Mage is just the beginning... An Sen sighed.

at this time……

"boom--!!!!"

The huge sound suddenly burst above his head, and An Sen, whose expression changed slightly, raised his head subconsciously, and then his pupils suddenly shrank:

"This... Could it be that this distorted field is... is to..."

"……collapsed?!"