I Will Be The Crowned King

"Anson Bach—!!!!"

Although he knew it was him, Anson was still a little surprised when he saw Louis Bernard with his own eyes.

This guy... what's wrong with him?

As Carl Bain said, it took more than ten minutes from the storm division to tear off the defense line and kill here, and the commander who was so heartless refused to withdraw - you don't have any deep hatred with him, right?

Uh, I can't say it doesn't count...

Just as he was stunned, a shriek swept across his cheek—before he could dodge in an instant, a lead bullet ripped blood on his cheek.

The frightened Anson suddenly opened his eyes wide. Louis Bernard, who had raised his gun, was already fifty paces away from him. The revolver in his right hand was still smoking slightly. , pounced like an arrow from the string.

"clang!"

The sharp blade of the rifle bayonet slid across the snow-colored blade, and the long ear-piercing sound bloomed in the sparks of the slit.

The girl stared in astonishment at a distance of just a few centimeters that was abruptly stuck in front of her neck, her right hand pulled out the rear revolver almost at the same time, and aimed at the eyebrows of the imperial knight.

But Louie is faster than her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three lead bullets all missed the top of Louis's head and his temples and flew over; the imperial knight stepped forward abruptly, and pointed the jet-black muzzle behind him with his left hand.

The gunshots rang out, and the skirmishers who rushed up from behind him with bayonets fell backwards.

At the same moment, the saber in his right hand had already opened Lisa's rifle, and the piercing silver light suddenly swept forward.

Lisa, who had not yet stood firm, squatted down, her petite body suddenly jumped back, her small hand pulled the bolt at the same time, retracted the bullet, locked the bolt, and then pulled the trigger at the last moment of landing.

"clang!"

The light of the knife flashed, and the girl's eyes were wide and round - this thin guy, shot the bullets with one knife? !

But she didn't have time to be surprised. Almost at the same time as she landed, the snow-colored blades approached at the same time; straight stabs, horizontal slashes, slashes... The previous attack was not over, and the next attack was imminent. It was as dense as three horizontal lines. Volley... no, faster than that!

Probably because she had never fought an enemy faster and more sensitive than herself, Lisa, who could only parry and dodge desperately, looked very embarrassed, and her big round eyes opened wider in surprise, almost occupying a third of them. extent of the face.

But she didn't know it, and the opposite Louis Bernard was more surprised than her.

Who the **** is this little girl... Even though she has already exerted all her power to stimulate her bloodline, she can still keep up, and she is not at a disadvantage at all!

As a "sea knight" talent, and also a talent with the purest bloodline, Louis has absolute confidence in his bloodline power; although there are not as intuitive changes as other bloodline powers, it is the most comprehensive improvement. ——Speed, strength, reaction... are already beyond the reach of ordinary human beings.

Once you do your best, unless it is the power of blood to restrain your talent, there should be no enemy in this world that can confront you head-on-tactics are not counted!

So who exactly is she?

Louis, who was desperately restraining his surprise, stabbed again, and the girl disappeared a second before the tip of the knife touched the strands of hair.

Lisa, who squatted down and dodged, raised her rifle and stuck the blade with the gap between the bayonet slot and the muzzle. It was a cat pounce on Louis in front of her.

It's just that what sticks out from her two little hands is not a meat pad, but a revolver.

"Clang! Dang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two of the six buckshots were deflected by Louis one after another, and the remaining four were all empty.

The next moment the sparks burst, the figure of the imperial knight disappeared from the girl's big eyes.

Ugh? !

The messy hair suddenly exploded, and Lisa, who had a pale face, turned 180 degrees in the air, her hands and two revolvers were aimed behind her.

But Louis was faster than her - almost at the same time as she landed, the erected Borny rifle appeared in the hands of the imperial knight, and the icy bayonet stopped on her fleshy nose.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of the impact of sharp blades resounded, echoing in the chaotic battlefield.

The expressionless Louis Bernard nodded slightly, his azure blue eyes met the girl's fierce emerald eyes, he held Borny's rifle in his left hand, and the snow-colored long knife in his right hand stood up, blocking him. A sharp blade came from behind.

The knight stood between the battlefields like a marble sculpture, and his short golden ponytail fluttered slightly under the three-cornered hat that was blown away by the stray bullet.

"Anson!"

"Lisa, go help Carl!"

Anson quickly stopped Lisa's actions: "Go follow that guy to take down the headquarters, don't let him die!"

The girl's eyes struggled for a moment, and Anson could see that she didn't want to leave, but he still carried out the order with a heavy head.

Looking at the girl's back, Louis released the Borny rifle in his right hand, and turned his clear pupils behind him.

"Who is she?"

The enemy who killed his brother was reflected in his pupils, but Louis Bernard found that his heart was very calm, and even the anger he pretended to be at the beginning disappeared without a trace.

"Lisa Bach." Anson said lightly:

"My sister."

"Sister...but you two don't look alike at all."

"I've been curious about this for a while, maybe because she follows my mother's parents' bloodline?" Anson said solemnly.

"Mother and father..." Louis was stunned:

"You mean your grandfather?"

"That's right...this is a relative."

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, the two facing each other with swords chatted like best friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"clang!"

The moment they looked at each other and smiled, the snow-white blade had already pulled out a string of sparks from the long blade in An Sen's hand, and the blade was pointing straight to the door.

In desperation, he could only retreat, but Louis's blade was too fast, and the stormy slashes chased him back again and again.

The temple twitched for a while, and Anson, who had just fought, was forced to activate his ability - the speed with which Louis swung the knife was no longer visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you still here?"

Gritting his teeth desperately against Louis's blade, An Sen, who was backing up again and again, couldn't help but ask, "The Imperial Guard has been defeated, even if you don't want to admit it, it's useless!"

"What's the point of staying here to ambush me, and there are 30,000 troops of Tunga Clovis behind!"

"Killing you is the biggest meaning!"

The expressionless Louis Bernard finally showed murderous intent in his eyes at this moment; the sword light with bursts of chills pressed down with him, calmly like a huge wave.

The blade, which was almost too late to react, made Ansen unable to dodge. He ripped open a bloodstain on his shoulder, and finally did not cut off his wrist, and stabbed the imperial knight in the chest with pain.

"Fuck!"

There was another crisp collision, and the sparks of the intertwined blades wandered between the two blades like living things.

The pure anticipation Anson couldn't keep up with the speed of Louis, no matter how he dodged, the snow-colored long knife always followed his figure, and the saber in his hand kept sliding the edge of the fatal blow to the other side.

At the moment when the blade was deflected, Louis, who had no time to return to the defense or never thought about it, was caught in the neutral position for the first time; Anson flipped his right hand, and a revolver appeared like a conjuration.

With a huge caliber and a barrel twice as long as a normal revolver - Anson, who was retreating, stepped forward suddenly, aiming the "dagger" in his right hand at the face of Louis.

Then he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

"Click."

The two who looked at each other were both held to the sides of their necks by the blade of each other, motionless.

Anson lowered his gaze a little - the pistol in Louis' left hand had already pressed against his right wrist, and the muzzle of the "dagger" had not had time to lift.

"That...I have a proposal."

Slowly retracting his gaze, An Sen, who twitched his throat, smiled and looked at each other: "Since we are all knights, why don't we keep the tradition and compete with swordsmanship?"

The calm Louis' eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly: "Of course."

"I, Louis Bernard, the knight of the Empire, the heir to the Duchy of Adelaide, the commander of the Isir Guards, accept your challenge in the name of the family and the Ring of Order!"

Anson looked at him with an admiring smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two raised the guns in their hands at the same time and slowly raised them in each other's sight.

"three!"

Anson flipped his wrist and held the barrel of the "dagger" backwards.

Louis stood with the knife in hand, and generously spread the pistol in the palm of his hand: "Two!"

"one!"

"boom--!!!!"

Two gunshots sounded at the same time!

The screams that ripped apart the air collided, and Louis, whose mouth moved slightly, didn't have the space to fire Anson a second time. As he stepped forward, the blade fell like a thunderbolt.

Sighing that the hearts of the people are not ancient, Anson, who even a simple and honest person like Louis has learned badly, took a step back and barely parried the knife; but this was just the beginning, and the crazy slashes attacked again and again.

While the two were fighting, the Storm Division had already defeated the Iser Elf who had attacked from the flank, and began to flank the headquarters in a large area.

Facing the condescending storm division, the Yisel elves of less than 2,000 desperately held on to the extremely thin position - no artillery cover, no trench, no fence... only a thin parapet.

If it is on a plain or a wall made of stone and brick, it may still play a certain defensive role, but a temporary position established only as a command headquarters will obviously not have this level; in the last round of defensive counterattacks are defeated Afterwards, the Iser elf defenders were attacked by the Storm Division.

With the surviving Iser elves being routed and surrounded, company by company lost their combat effectiveness, and finally gave up their resistance... The cheering Storm Division soldiers, led by Karl and Fabian, took full control of the entire command and began to count Booty and captives.

Then, they found that the situation was a little different from what they had imagined.

In the main tent of the headquarters, Carl Bain looked at the several Iser elf nobles who were tied into dumplings. No blood"—the identity of Matthiasko, who was captured before, was not there.

"Why are there only a few?!"

"I don't know, but they shouldn't lie." Fabian shook his head. Although the time was tight, the former Guards major was still very confident in his interrogation level:

"I asked a few specially, and they all didn't know that the tent was already empty - the nearest guy, who was dispatched from the tent about ten minutes ago, was in charge of commanding the guards."

ten minutes ago?

It seems that it was almost ten minutes ago that the storm division arrived on the **** and then attacked all the way.

Carl, who was stunned, turned his head and found that Fabian was also staring at him. The two who looked at each other saw the exact same expression on each other's faces.

………………

"clang!"

Cleverly swayed the blade that Anson stabbed straight at, the expressionless Louis long knife wiped a string of sparks on the rocks on the ground, and took his right hand holding the knife.

Barely dodging the fatal blow of the severed arm, Anson, who replayed his skills, stretched his right hand behind his back again; but this time Louis didn't give him a chance, and the revolver he just held was picked up by the tip of the knife like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The second the blood fluttered, An Sen, who did not retreat, stomped his foot, and the faint blue dagger popped out of the boot; An Sen, whose hand was covered in blood, held the knife in his backhand, and used the back of the dagger to take advantage of the moment Louis stabbed it. Gauntlet stuck.

The suddenly shocked Louis instinctively wanted to withdraw, but the bone-piercing knife wind had already hit him.

"puff!"

This time, it was Anson's turn to be surprised - the blade pierced into Louis' left shoulder, but the right wrist holding the knife was tightly clenched by him; no matter how hard he tried, the wrist that seemed to be clasped by iron pliers kept the saber still.

"So it is." Staring at Louis' eyes, Anson suddenly realized:

"So this is the real trap?"

"It's only now that you realize it, you've retreated, Anson Bach."

With an indifferent smile, Louis' left hand showed no sign of loosening at all. The saber in his right hand was still wrestling with the dagger in Anson's left hand: "This is not like you."

"The commander of the dignified legion actually uses himself as bait?"

"Because this is the best way - as long as you can still see the flag set up here~www.readwn.com~ the morale of the Guard Corps can last for a while; and when as many troops as possible are withdrawn to the rear, Freya...a job that can be accepted."

Louis smiled happily, without the slightest fear of becoming a prisoner and military exploits: "The Guards can also get rid of a defeated alien commander and reinvigorate under the command of the royal princess - this is a good tactic that kills many things with one stone. , or you taught me."

"Face reality and then, of all the unfavorable situations, choose the one you think is the most correct."

"Why do I feel like I've suddenly become a badass?"

Resisting the pain in his right hand, An Sen, who was holding the dagger tightly, said a little depressed - this state of himself standing on the third floor and the other party standing on the fourth floor made him quite uncomfortable.

Well, it's worse than trying to sneeze but can't.

"Instead of thinking too much there, it's better to think seriously about how to defeat a talented person who has no scruples." Louis Bernard:

"This time, nothing can interrupt our fate!"