I Will Be The Crowned King

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Midnight, 10:40, two streets away from the Leiden Arms Factory.

The blood-stained Cole Dorian leaned on a cane and limped through the neat line of infantry in the alley, looking at the military factory in the distance and walking towards a slender figure.

The female judge who heard the footsteps behind her slowly turned her eyes to the side, and the clear eyes under her long hair reflected Cole's disguised face, frowning slightly:

"Why did you come back, wouldn't it arouse suspicion from those people?"

"Suspect?"

The second-rank judge rolled his eyes: "The entire city is blocked by the soldiers of the Storm Corps. Do these people still have time to suspect?"

"Let me stay there again, do you want me to be shot dead by platoons or by artillery?"

Facing Cole Dorian's impatient complaints, Sierra Virgil looked at his completely different face expressionlessly, and thought for a minute seriously:

"Cannon - considering the face we used to be colleagues, I am willing to keep the memory of your face in my heart. If you arrange guns, this memory may be destroyed."

"...The Ring of Order is on, Serra Virgil, I thank you so much."

Cole, who was trembling all over, took a deep breath and desperately suppressed the urge to hit someone.

It's not entirely out of the demeanor that an honest Clovis gentleman should have towards women, but more importantly, his colleague is a mind-reading black mage, and it's easier for her to see certain things when he loses his mind." I don't want to tell anyone."

"So that's what you did to your colleague, eh? Do you know what a dangerous scene I just went through there, and how hard I worked... Sierra Virgil, what do you think about a colleague who has done a good job Does it fit?"

The more the second judge said, the more distressed he became, and the aggrieved even had a cry in his voice.

But the female judge didn't eat him at all.

"Dangerous, hard work... I don't even know what you're talking about."

Sera said without turning his head: "The most dangerous part of the whole mission is dealing with the five gang leaders. The hardest part is how to ensure that the identity is not exposed. Isn't this what Anson Bach is doing?"

"As for you, Cole Dorian, you are just acting as a sidekick to complete some piecemeal work that Anson Bach is not suitable for."

The second-class judge rolled his eyes again, but he was accustomed to the cynicism of his colleagues, so he limped forward with a cane.

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"I was shot while cleaning up a spellcaster...let's not talk about that."

Recalling that he killed the young spellcaster, he turned to leave in a dashing manner and stepped on the trap set by the gang... Cole, who twitched his mouth, quickly changed the subject:

"I saw the captain when I came just now."

"Um."

Sierra Virgil was expressionless.

"In addition to the captain, there are also Duncan, Wayne, Andrew, Saris..." Cole, whose expression gradually became solemn, read out one name after another that he could immediately think of his appearance:

"So what's the situation tonight, it's worth the judges of the entire Seeking Order to rush back from all directions and dispatch them all?"

"What do you say?"

Sera asked in a soft voice, and her soft eyes glanced at the already dignified face:

"As a descendant of 'Dorian the Executioner', you wouldn't even know such a thing?"

"I've always hated you comparing me to my grandfather..."

Cole Dorian murmured, but didn't ask any further questions.

There is only one thing that can cause the Inquisition to be dispatched - to obtain the full authorization of the local ruler in the responsible parish to allow the settlement of the old gods in the area.

"According to the information obtained by the Church of Order, there are at least 20 spellcasters and 100 to 200 followers of the Old God in the Leiden Arms Factory, all of whom have participated in smuggling, extortion, murder, and reselling opium tincture...all of them. All committed crimes worthy of death."

Sera looked back at Cole with no emotion in her eyes: "Of course the most important thing, they are all old gods."

"And the Clovis nobles who funded them and the Black Mage, if we don't stop them tonight, at least 30,000 innocent Ring of Order believers will become thugs who believe in the Old God in a few days. A terrible riot in a city."

"So we are fighting for the peace of Clovis, and by the way, let's beware of the Black Mage?" Cole Dorian seemed to have guessed something, and asked word by word:

"It's really just that, and it has nothing to do with Anson Bach?"

The female judge stared at his serious expression, her tone still soft and calm:

"If you really want to know, why ask me instead of Captain Lawrence?"

The Inquisitor's expression changed slightly, knowing that he had said something wrong, he forced a smile, and turned his eyes to the Leiden Arms Factory in the distance.

"Anson Bach, I hope you're as smart as you've been."

Looking in the direction of the Leiden Arms Factory, Sierra Virgil whispered softly:

"If you're going to get out of here alive tonight..."

…………

Looking at the figure behind him and the sharp blade running through his chest, the expression "Rifle" wrote the word "unbelievable" on his face, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The grinning "Cigar" raised the corners of his mouth, and twisted the sharp blade tightly in his hand.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out of the "rifling" mouth, and the "cigar" sprayed on his face carelessly licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his scarlet pupils showed eager greed.

"I didn't expect it, aren't you surprised, my good brother Rifle?" The joyful "Cigar" looked unspeakably happy, kept twisting the sharp blade in his hand, took out a pistol in his right hand, and put it at the top of his hand. Live the "rifled" head:

"You thought it would be safe to blow my head off... uh, that's true... but the old pocket watch used an illusion on you the moment you shot, making your vision and sense of distance a little bit off, six rounds. The bullets actually all hit my back...it hurts a lot."

"To be honest, when you came to me to join forces, I was indeed a little moved; but unfortunately, compared with you, I still prefer to rely on the old pocket watch."

"Oh! Don't doubt my loyalty to you. I was indeed on your side at the beginning, but..."

He deliberately paused, and happily looked at "Rifle"'s hideous and twisted face:

"Who gave the old pocket watch more than you!"

The pale-faced "Rifle" clenched the sharp blade in his chest tightly, and spat on "Cigar"'s boots dismissively.

"Cigar" smiled indifferently, and pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"boom!"

The lead bullet hit the floor with a flash of sparks, and the "rifling" penetrated by the ballistics turned into black smoke and disappeared from the "cigar"'s eyes.

With a startled expression, "Cigar" immediately turned his head and looked behind him, only to hear three gunshots coming from above his head.

on top? !

"Cigar" immediately dodged to one side with all his strength, but his left hand and forearm had two more bullet holes spewing blood plasma, and the lead bullet that hit the bone was completely deformed, biting the flesh at the wound.

Holding the bleeding wound with his left hand, Rifle, who rolled to the ground from mid-air, sneered at the panicked "Cigar" and snapped his fingers.

"Boom-boom!"

The two lead bullets exploded one after another, and the golden-red flames instantly engulfed half of "Cigar"; screaming incessantly, he stepped on the burning palm with his right foot, and forcibly ripped off his entire left arm.

"is this necessary?!"

The blood-drenched "Cigar" stood up weakly, and his face was extremely pale—he was a blood mage who fought with blood, and this level of blood loss was a serious injury even if it didn't kill him.

"Your heart is broken, is it necessary to drag others into the water with you?!"

"Needed!"

"Rifle" who was covering his wounds stood up weakly from the ground, and the revolver in his right hand roared again:

"Especially to you bastard!"

The bullet shot out from the roaring red flame of the muzzle, leaving a shriek after another in the air that ripped apart the air; the "cigar" with bone spurs in its left hand dodged the trajectory of the blasting flames while rushing towards the "rifling" .

"Boom-boom-boom!"

The "cigar" that was staggered by the explosion's flames rushed out of the smoke, and the **** bone spurs stabbed the "rifling" forehead.

"clang!"

One second before the cranial cavity penetrated, "Rifle" who resolutely abandoned the revolver took out another short knife with his right hand, barely blocking the bone spur on the top of his head.

"You old bastard, how many weapons do you have on your body?!"

"Cigar" with blood in his mouth couldn't help cursing.

The weak "Rifle" is also not to be outdone: "Anyway, it's much more than you bastard!"

While scolding, his right hand, which was covering his chest, was suddenly removed, and his **** palm trembled toward the other side.

He, is he planning to imprint [Ju Yan] on me and drag me to death? !

"Cigar", who immediately understood what he wanted to do, wanted to dodge in horror, but almost as soon as he stepped back, the short knife of "Rifle" was aimed at his neck, and he had to immediately raise his hand to parry.

"You old bastard!"

There was no smile at all on the face of "Cigar", and his eyes were full of crazy colors:

"What good is it that you and I perish together? Business and all of our land and money! It all automatically goes into the pocket of the old pocket watch - I thought you hated him as much as I did, but I didn't expect you to be the old pocket watch. running dog!"

Bone spurs were intertwined with short blades, and the two of them, who were almost face-to-face, stared at the trembling palm that was approaching "Cigar" little by little.

The expression of the struggling "Cigar" was twisted to the extreme, and the scorched and festering wound of the broken arm suddenly began to wriggle wildly, and the flesh and blood mixed with pustules began to grow little by little, as if a new life was being born.

He wants to rebuild his severed arm immediately!

Every blood mage will acquire an "ability" at the moment of birth, and the special ability of "cigar" is "blood" - as long as there is blood in the body, in theory, he has the power of almost undead!

The blue veins on "Cigar"'s forehead burst out one by one, and the blood on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a sarcoid-like arm and slender bone spurs that stretched out from the broken arm.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……!!!!"

In the shrill cry, the bone spur from "Cigar"'s left arm penetrated "Rifle"'s wrist, leaving less than a centimeter away from his heart.

The corners of "Cigar"'s mouth, which was finally relieved, rose again, but immediately he found that "Rifle" also smiled at himself... smiling like a dead man.

At this second, the desperate "Cigar" finally remembered the reason for the nickname "Rifle"... It was an invincible and powerful spell.

【Hunting】.

The left hand of the sneering "rifling", which was penetrated by the bone spur, took the posture of a pistol, and the "muzzle" was aimed at the heart of "cigar".

"boom!"

The golden-red light lit up the pitch-black warehouse, and the condensed flames shot out from the fingertips of the "rifle" like a lead bullet, hitting the heart of the "cigar" with precision.

Almost at the same time as the hit, the "rifling" who dropped the short knife jumped backwards, dragged his **** left hand, and snapped his fingers with a "crack!"

The bloodless "Cigar" immediately felt warmth from the healed wound on his back.

Oops, those six buckshots!

"boom--!!!!"

Intense flames mixed with billowing black smoke filled the entire warehouse with loud noises and vibrations; the "cigars" instantly engulfed by explosions and flames disappeared from everyone's sight.

But "Rifle" doesn't care because his goal was never "Cigars" in the first place.

Instead, hide behind him, ready to kill the "old pocket watch" of the two of them!

"puff!"

The golden-red "lead bullet" passed through the center of the chest of the "Old Pocket Watch", leaving a blood hole almost the size of a fist in the chest.

The severe pain caused the "Old Pocket Watch" to lose his mind for a short time. In that brief moment, he was distracted by too much attention to observe the outside situation. He only had time to see a bright color, and there was no room to judge whether he should dodge.

Aside from the black magic, he is just an old man who is getting older and looks older because of his bad work and rest habits.

His knees softened, and the "Old Pocket Watch" fell weakly into his own pool of blood, staring at his bulging eyes, and the corners of his mouth and chest, gasping for breath, continued to overflow with blood.

Rifle, who was hit by the blast, stood up from the ground, dragged his left arm pierced by a bone spur, coughed violently and picked up the revolver on the ground.

"Looks like the cigar is missing."

The dying "Old Pocket Watch" sighed, covering the wound and smiling helplessly: "Dear Rifle, you are as lucky as ever."

"No~www.readwn.com~ I'm cautious enough."

"Rifle" said coldly: "At the moment when he almost pierced my heart, my body deviates by a few centimeters - old pocket watch, you must underestimate the sense of distance of the conjurer."

"Yes?"

The smiling "Old Pocket Watch" locked his eyes on the revolver in his hand:

"Then may I ask, with your current physical condition, how are you going to kill me with that bulletless pistol?"

The voice fell, and a third figure came out of the dispersed smoke.

The indifferent Anson walked out of the shadows and drew the revolver from his arms under the gaze of the two.

And then aimed at the "rifling"!

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