I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the voice fell, the sharp sword light shrieked with a trembling heart; the blade edge, which could not even see the afterimage, changed three directions in succession according to An Sen's reaction in the moment before it attacked.

Speed, reflexes, explosiveness... Anyone who saw Louis Bernard's knife would not think it was a human action.

This is the power of the bloodline, this is the gifted person - in the dark ages and beyond, those "legends" and "heroes" rely on such terrifying to awe-inspiring power to fight against equally terrifying spellcasters and rule Or enslaving ordinary people.

Seriously, is there really a difference between ordinary people when it comes to talent and spellcasters?

Anson is very suspicious of this. Before the crossbow and musket that can kill with the touch of a finger, an ordinary person wants to resist the magician family or the gifted lord who enslaves him. Which one is more painful? ?

He doesn't know, but he is very fortunate that he is also a gifted person, and he is also a gifted person who has been a saint for a hundred years; even if there is a gap in the power of bloodline power, he does not need to be as miserable as ordinary people in the dark age. Can sit still.

At the moment of dodging backwards, Anson pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"clang!"

The collision of the lead bullet and the blade of the blade exploded again with a piercing loud noise. At the same time as the sparks flickered, the huge force from the right arm caused a hint of surprise on Louis' face, and his eyes instantly locked on the still smoking muzzle... The blade in his hand also paused for a moment.

But it was only for a moment... The next second, the blade came in an instant, and a more violent slash hit An Sen.

An Sen, who had no time to dodge, could only bite the bullet, and the saber that kept parrying in his hand let out bursts of whining, fighting for a space for the "dagger" to fire.

"clang!"

Another shot.

Louis, who bounced the buckshot again, danced with silver awns in his right hand, and the almost crazy slash forced Ansen to retreat all the way, but the more he retreated, the more dangerous he was to be pressed step by step.

Under the blessing of the bloodline of the "Sea Knight", Louis Bernard at this moment is not only physically fit, but also his conditioned response has reached an absolute crushing level.

No matter how An Sen parries and dodges, he can't escape the steel cage of the sword dancing. If he takes half a step wrong, he will die on the spot; even if the vision brought by the "power" allows Ansen to make the most accurate judgment, the absolute distance of the conjurer The feeling is only to allow Ansen to forcibly avoid the most deadly attack.

The blade that split the air fell again, swiping near the tip of Ansen's nose; the afterimage lingering in the air had not yet dissipated, and the blade had pierced straight into the throat, which was half a step back.

Anson, who gritted his teeth, also stabbed Louis's neck with the long knife in his right hand, and raised the muzzle of the "dagger" in his left hand hidden at his waist.

"clang!"

The moment the blade blared, the lead bullet split into three parts in the firelight; the shards grazed the cheeks of the two of them, scraped a small piece of flesh on Anson's temple, and took away a few strands of Louis' golden hair.

In the sloping battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder has not dispersed, the two who were unaware of everything around them fought each other like beasts.

Under their feet, the golden flag of the Ring of Order representing Iser is withdrawing from the battlefield in an orderly manner. The Thun-Crowe coalition, which is madly fighting, is also like a beast that smells blood, madly chasing after it and tearing it apart. bite.

The Imperial Guard Corps, who did not dare to fight, was still maintaining the rhythm of retreat, and kept leaving behind the troops, but it was still difficult to get rid of the pursuit of the coalition forces... Finally, it was almost to the point of leaving a company after withdrawing a company.

In order to stop the offensive of the coalition forces, the artillery positions of the Guards Corps, whose ammunition had run out of ammunition, organized the last round of shelling; In the interval between the shelling, it followed wave after wave like a tsunami.

Under the blood-red sunset, the fierce pursuit of life and death was in full swing, and thousands of corpses were used to draw a successful conclusion to the battle of Eagle Point City, which lasted for dozens of days.

"I said, it's almost there."

The knife wind that split the air brushed across his cheeks, and An Sen, whose face was covered in blood, could not help shouting while parrying:

"Look! Look below, the Guards have withdrawn from the battlefield, what is the need for us to continue fighting?!"

"Because I'm still alive!"

The blades collided again, and Louis Bernard, whose eyes were full of fire, roared like a lion:

"Because I haven't lost yet!"

"You are arrogant!"

The inescapable General An Sen's sword was on the top of his head, and the sharply slashed blade made his arm and half of his body feel numb, and his right hand could no longer hold the weapon.

"Then treat me as arguing!"

Louis pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and his pupils were already full of bloodshots after forcing his composure—the condition for maintaining the power of the "Sea Knight" bloodline is to keep calm at all times. Once he loses control of his emotions or shows fatigue, it means that it is inevitable. defeat.

"Defeat me, or be defeated by me - this is the fate of the talented, this is the fate of the knight!"

He stepped forward suddenly, the long knife in his hand like a thunderbolt falling from a clear sky.

"puff!"

The exhausted Ansen's right-hand saber was blown away by a single blow, and the moment the blade crossed, the blood mist exploded in front of his chest.

But he didn't panic because of the pain, his still calm pupils focused on the tip of the knife that tore through the blood mist and hit his neck, and the "dagger" in his left hand roared again.

"clang!"

The calm Louis did not hesitate for a moment. The moment Anson opened fire, he cut his knife horizontally, and shattered the lead bullet again with the burst of sparks.

Anson, who grabbed the gap, quickly retreated, distanced himself from Louis, and pointed the black gun in his left hand at the door.

"Nice blow."

Facing the revolver pointed at his forehead, Louis did not attack immediately; he moved his wrist slightly, then raised the long knife, and lowered the tip of the knife with his backhand.

"With less than three steps away, in such a short time, I can immediately make the most correct judgment. The timing and aiming are perfect, forcing me to return to the defense... Ansen Bach, you really are an excellent opponent. ."

Louis, who did not have a drop of sweat on his forehead, praised without hesitation.

"You...you are praising yourself..."

Breathing heavily, An Sen, who was dripping with cold sweat, looked slightly pale, and the left hand holding the revolver was shaking slightly.

Although the power and range of this "special judge" revolver are beyond imagination, the recoil is not ordinary, and the continuous waist shot and the wound on the palm are not a small burden even for him.

"No, I'm complimenting you from the bottom of my heart."

Shaking his head, Louis looked at the revolver in Anson's right hand: "Your marksmanship is indeed very good, but have you run out of bullets?"

"Oh?" The corners of An Sen's mouth couldn't help but rise:

"Want to try it?"

Louis, who didn't change his face, stared at Anson's eyes, and his right hand holding the knife made a slight "please" gesture.

Anson snorted and didn't care at all.

Damn, why wasn't he fooled?

So calm and flawless, the guy who is about to drive himself to a dead end, is it really Louis Bernard?

Just as he was complaining in his heart, the blade in Louis's hand had struck again.

The attack without warning made Anson dodge instinctively, the revolver that fired the bullet was caught behind him, and the empty right hand pulled out the bayonet hidden inside from the cuff.

"clang!"

The two sharp blades collided just a few centimeters away from Ansen's neck, and splendid sparks reflected in the dark brown pupils.

"Clang! clang! clang! clang..."

The short and slender bayonet flew up and down in Anson's hands, barely keeping up with Louis' speed with his agility; the constantly lit sparks were like an invisible shield, blocking him.

"Wonderful! Such an excellent pre-judgment ability is already comparable to that of His Majesty's imperial military attache!"

Louis still praised without hesitation. The blade, which danced like a steel cage, did not hesitate in the slightest; he reduced the wide range of slashes, and began to use shorter straight stabs and diagonal cuts to restrain the flexible advantage of the bayonet.

A bayonet that was too short and too thin could not block all attacks; within a few breaths, An Sen had several more wounds from his shoulders to his arms, and his uniform was dyed a faint dark red.

Anson's cheeks twitched when he was forced to retreat... If he hadn't known that the other party was an honest man, he would have felt that Louis was deliberately hermaphrodite and mocking himself.

"Fuck!"

At the moment of parrying, the slender bayonet that suddenly stopped retreating rubbed a string of sparks on the snow-colored blade, and stabbed the wrist of Louis' right hand diagonally.

Louis retracted the knife unhurriedly, and the long and narrow blade turned with the flexible figure, lightly dodging An Sen's almost full-strength blow.

But just as he passed by, Louis' pupils shrank suddenly when he realized something.

At that moment, he noticed that Anson's face...was wearing a small monocle.

There is nothing strange about the glasses themselves, but before that, he had been watching Anson's every move and expression changes, and he didn't see this thing at all!

Looking back, the monocle on Anson's face had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Is it a hallucination, or did I see it wrong?

No, it's impossible... It has opened up the "Sea Knight"'s own insight, and there is no possibility of "seeing the eye" or "illusioning"!

What is that...

In just a few seconds of astonishment, Anson, who had dodged behind Louis, had already struck again.

The left hand that was still holding the revolver was hidden behind him, and the bayonet held back in the right hand stabbed out sharply as he stepped forward.

"clang!"

Just when the bayonet was about to pierce the back of his neck, the unbelievable Louis turned around, and the figure of the snow-colored long knife was stopped in front of him.

At the same time, because he was holding the knife with both hands, the slender bayonet was completely suppressed, and the back of the knife was already pressed against Ansen's neck.

The outcome seems to have been finalized at this moment... The moment when the blade fell, it was the moment when An Sen was in a different place.

The pain was so painful that his face was twisted, and An Sen, who was sweating like rain, suddenly raised his head and smiled reluctantly at Louis.

Uh-huh? !

Louis was startled at first, then his eyes widened suddenly.

I don't know when, Anson's left hand behind his back was no longer holding a revolver, but a... grenade? !

Anson naturally opened his palm, and the grenade that had been fused fell to the ground, rolling freely on the ground to Louis's back.

Duped - this was the last thought that crossed Louie's mind before the explosion.

"boom--!!!!"

The earth-shattering roar sounded on the sloping battlefield, and the billowing smoke instantly engulfed the two figures.

Almost at the same time as the explosion, Louis, who was holding the long knife, rushed to the ground for the first time to dodge, but he didn't wait for the imaginary firelight, the rolling heat wave that tore everything... There was only thick gray smoke.

Then he realizes he's been fooled again - it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb!

Louis, who was holding his breath, instinctively retreated, trying to rush out of the range of the smoke bomb.

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

On the side!

The cold hairs of Louis made a judgment in an instant, and the blade hidden behind him pulled out a half-moon-shaped blade.

"clang!"

The flames splashed, and the incoming lead bullets shattered in an instant.

But... it wasn't just the buckshot that cracked.

The shocked face of Louis was stunned for a few seconds, until the wet touch came from his cheek, and he realized that only half of the long knife in his hand was left, and the broken blade tore a long bloodstain on the left cheek.

After several rounds of large-caliber lead bullets were continuously ejected, even the saber of the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guards finally inevitably broke into two pieces.

The smoke gradually began to dissipate, and Anson appeared directly opposite Louis five steps away, holding the blood-soaked "dagger" in his left hand, the muzzle of which was directly between his eyebrows.

On his slightly pale face, there was an extra monocle.

Anonymous glasses, a gift from Viscount Bogner, the only function is to apply a range of psychological cues to the surrounding people, so that the surrounding people will subconsciously ignore it or the wearer, but the caster and insight of the fourth-order or higher Inner talent is invalid.

Anson, who was cornered by Louis, still had to use this black magic-type enchanted item—it was better than using conjurers in public.

Relying on this "little gift" from Viscount Bogner, Anson escaped two fatal injuries, and also won a chance to fight back...although he was almost killed again.

Of course ~www.readwn.com~ Since it has to be used, the prepared backhand will not be just a "hand grenade".

The smoke dissipated, and two entire companies of line soldiers surrounded the two in the center. The loaded rifles were densely packed and stretched out like hedgehogs.

Outside the encirclement, Henares, who was sent by Leon Francois to relieve the siege, had his hands behind his back and looked at the two figures with a complicated expression—for a moment, he wished he could directly order the soldiers to remove the two figures. This guy who has brought countless troubles to Thun, and is likely to bring more troubles in the future, has become a hornet's nest.

But he knew better that if he dared to give an order, the Clovis soldiers around him would immediately tear him to shreds in the next second; and Thun, whether Clovis, Iser or the Empire, would definitely not be able to offend him.

Leon Francois... He will not thank himself for the young master who obeyed his own words and the future Grand Duke Thun. Instead, he will hate the Arcade family for hurting his two most important friends. into the bone.

With a light sigh, Henares, who raised his head, coughed twice, and said solemnly to Louis:

"Respected Lord Louis Bernard, my lord Leon Francois has ordered me to come and invite you to meet at the Eagle Point in Clovis..."