I Will Be The Crowned King

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(); The hot lead bullet hit Anson's chest from the back, exploding a huge blood hole in his chest; the dark red blood plasma mixed with minced meat and bone **** was poured on the floor along with the kneeling figure.

Lying in his own pool of blood, his rapidly icy body twitched slightly as the blood continued to spill out. The pupils of his face lying on his side in the plasma had completely dilated, his left hand was completely relaxed, his right hand was pressed under his body, and he kept looking back at the last moment. Surprised pose.

Deputy Commander of the Southern Corps, Commander of the Storm Division, Army Colonel Anson Bach...

dead again.

In the dimly lit room, a tall and thin figure pushed the door into the room, closed the door cautiously, and used the faint light of the kerosene lamp on the desk to look at the two corpses and the blood stains on the ground.

After hesitating for a moment, the tall and thin figure first crouched on the body of the elf caster before, groped for a while on the corpse, and carefully took away a pure gold ring inlaid with ruby.

"Ha ha."

Just as he was about to get up, the tall and thin figure looking at the corpse of the elf caster suddenly laughed:

"I really didn't expect...that such a powerful Lu Sien would actually miss some time."

A slightly magnetic laughter echoed in the empty room.

When laughing at his companions, the tall and thin figure did not forget to stare at another motionless corpse on the ground; vigilantly, he always kept a distance from the corpse, trying to make the scene look as if the other party and the assassin had perished together.

In the dead silent room, he could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

After confirming again and again that An Sen could no longer feel any life reaction, he turned his back to the corpse with a slight nod, and methodically wiped off the traces left by himself with a handkerchief, no longer staying any longer, and preparing to run away.

Um? !

The moment the door was opened, the tall and thin figure suddenly froze, and an indescribable sense of disgust came from his chest.

He was stunned on the spot, and then he kept still, and then turned his head sharply to look behind him!

Then……

Nothing!

Under the faint kerosene light, there was nothing in the empty room except a desk, a bed and Lu Sien's body.

The tall and thin figure sighed in relief, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, shook his head and walked away.

Wait, something doesn't seem right? !

And just as he woke up, a gunshot sounded behind him.

"boom!"

At the same time as the gun flames came on, the tall and thin black figure leaned forward sharply and dodged to one side; the hot lead bullet tore a crack in his left shoulder, and the spray of blood sprayed on the door.

An Sen, who missed a shot, held the monocle on his face expressionlessly, and continued to aim at the tall and thin figure and pulled the trigger.

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

The tall and thin figure kept rolling, sliding, dodging sideways in the empty room, constantly dodging the chasing lead bullets with amazing agility, and the sound of door panels and walls being smashed constantly came from behind.

At the same time, his attention was always on the "dagger" revolver in Anson's right hand, and he kept dodging while keeping himself within the range of the door.

Soon, the revolver in Anson's hand made a soft "click" when the last lead shot was fired from the roaring muzzle.

That's the sound of the magazine idling!

The tall and thin figure whose pupils shrank suddenly jumped up, threw Ansen behind his head, and rushed towards the door desperately.

The assassination plan has been exposed, and now the most important thing is to run!

Just as he turned his head and sprinted, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that An Sen was still standing there with an expressionless face, his free left hand stretched into his arms, and pulled out something like... a pipe.

In the next second, the tall and thin figure who was about to rush out of the door heard a dull, like an explosion from behind him.

call--

The thick smoke blocked all his vision at the last moment when the tall and thin figure rushed out the door.

Almost at the same time, a shriek that ripped through the air came from behind him.

"clang!"

The slender bayonet collided with the assassin's right fist, making a metal collision sound, leaving no wounds on the surface of the skin.

Is he a blood mage? !

Feeling the terrifying power coming from his left hand, An Sen, biting his steam pipe, almost couldn't hold the hilt in his hand - he had just activated the power of his bloodline from a near-death state, and his physical fitness was at its absolute peak. It should even be able to punch through the door panels.

Are the blood mages of the Ysiel elves so terrifying?

Before the flames exploded from the metal collision, the tall and thin figure had already tore through the fog, and attacked An Sen with a grim expression.

Relying on the conjurer's strong sense of distance, Anson scrambled to dodge at the last second when his head was blasted by the hammer, holding the "dagger" barrel of the empty bullet in his right hand, and slammed into the assassin's right knee.

"clang!"

Accompanied by the burst of fire, the metal collision note sounded again; the only difference was that this time the loud noise was also mixed with a crisp bone cracking sound.

The moment he swung down the handle of the gun, An Sen rubbed the [Rifeng] on it.

At that moment, the tall and thin figure suddenly widened his eyes, looking at An Sen with a shocked expression.

But this didn't stop the assassin from slowing down. The wound on his right leg began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment he landed, and at the same time he threw an incomparably fierce swing at Anson.

"clang!"

The violent force struck unstoppably, and the "dagger" revolver clenched in his right hand flew out directly, causing Ansen's body to lose his balance and stagger back.

The tall and thin figure immediately seized the flaw in his moment, clenching his right fist with a shriek that ripped through the air, stabbing An Sen in the face.

boom--

An explosion-like sound echoed in the air, and Anson, wearing a monocle, disappeared from the assassin's field of vision just before he was about to be shot.

Um? !

The stunned assassin was stunned for a moment, and his empty right fist stopped in place.

Almost at the same moment, the "click" sound of the revolver magazine turning sounded behind him.

Without any hesitation, the tall and thin figure resolutely dodged to the side.

But the next second, he didn't hear any gunshots; in the thick smoke, only his own heartbeat was quiet.

Is he running away? !

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, the tall and thin figure standing in the thick fog was startled for a moment; he did not immediately search for An Sen who was running away, but turned his head and ran wildly in the direction of the door.

Compared with completing the task, the tall and thin assassin is more inclined to run away - Lu Sien has failed, and the gunfire just now has exposed himself. If you wait any longer, the soldiers of the Storm Division will rush up, and they will run if they want to run. Don't fall!

The thick fog can block the field of vision, but it can't stop a blood mage's beast-like intuition... It only took five seconds, the tall and thin assassin found the closed door, grabbed the door handle and then...

He realized he wasn't grabbing the doorknob.

The "cylindrical object" stuck to the original door handle was a grenade.

A smoking grenade.

The assassin's expression instantly froze.

"boom--!!!!"

The deafening sound of the explosion shook the entire room, and the golden-red flames rolled up the air waves, knocking the assassin out like a battering ram.

"Boom!"

The assassin pulling the afterimage slammed heavily on the wall behind him, and the wall that could withstand the bombardment of the twelve-pound cannon was shattered and rubble splashed.

Because Anson not only left a grenade that ignited the lead on the door, but also stamped a [Rising Fire] on it.

This incantation is an upgraded version of [Flame Gathering], which can raise a flame out of thin air within the control range, and can precisely control the range, direction and intensity of the burning.

So Anson left the assassin with a "surprise" comparable to a twelve-pound cannon.

In the smoke-filled room, the scorched assassin collapsed in a corner full of rubble. His right arm was completely burnt to charcoal and was broken, but his chest was still slightly heaving and he was not dead.

The carbonized skin kept falling off, and the flesh and blood in the exposed wound vibrated violently, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye... In another ten minutes, he would be able to stand up from the spot again unharmed.

But when he saw a figure looming in the smoke, wearing a monocle and holding a pipe, the assassin knew he didn't have ten minutes left.

"boom!"

Breathing in the mist, Anson walked up to the assassin who was struggling to resist, and slammed into his chest; perhaps because he was too weak after being severely injured, there was a crisp bone cracking sound from the assassin's chest, and the dark red Plasma spewed out of his mouth.

The assassin, who was trapped in the rubble, was shocked, and was about to say something when he saw An Sen holding the bayonet handle down with his right hand, and his wide eyes and pupils shrank instantly.

"Wait, wait! Wait a minute, I... ah ah ah ah!!!!"

A shrill scream resounded in the room.

The long and narrow bayonet stabbed in very smoothly, and the wide eyeballs exploded like blisters, turning into a pool of minced meat, which overflowed from the eye sockets along with the blood plasma.

Immediately afterwards, the screams stopped abruptly—the blood-stained bayonet directly pierced the assassin's throat and pinned his neck to the ground.

The trachea was torn open, and the cervical spine was smashed. At this moment, the body was twitching violently. He desperately opened his mouth to try to breathe. There were only two blood-hole eyes staring at An Sen.

He seemed to want to say something, but he could only make a "uuuuu" sound from his open mouth, mixed with saliva and blood foam from the corners of his mouth.

After a while, the ups and downs of the chest gradually stopped, and the flesh and blood that was nailed to the ground gradually lost its strength, and finally lost its breath completely.

An expressionless An Sen took the pipe from the corner of his mouth, silently looking at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground that was no longer moving, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This elf caster, he's not dead yet!

In addition to the strengthening of the body, the strength of the blood mage is the extremely powerful vitality; according to a judge, there are many ways to kill the black mage and the conjuration mage, but there is only one way to kill the blood mage.

Completely blow their heads and hearts out - not even just digging them out or cutting them off!

So this blood mage is still alive... Although he has lost all his life reactions, and even his heart has stopped beating, Anson can still clearly feel the induction between the casters.

The reason he wasn't killed was because Anson had to stay alive and figure out why a caster of Isir's elf wanted to assassinate him.

Because of the power of blood, Anson now has no memories of fifteen minutes ago; the last thing he remembers is that he wants to hurry back to the room to sleep, until he pushes the door and walks into the room.

After that... no impression at all.

But the traces on the wall and the assassin's "talking to himself" before him gave him some hints-before he stimulated the power of his bloodline, he should have fought another assassin named "Lu Sien".

Judging from the state when he woke up, he had already activated his "ability" and used conjuration magic; if this was the case, it was impossible for him not to notice that there were other lurking assassins outside the door.

Therefore, the plan I thought of at the time should be this: kill the exposed assassin, pretend not to notice another blood mage ambush in the dark, be "killed" by a sneak attack by the opponent, and then wait for the opportunity to capture the opponent alive.

If that's the case, then except that the last step was... um... a little bit louder, and there was a little bit of regret, the overall progress was still perfect.

In addition, under normal circumstances, unless it is a last resort, I will never use the power of blood; so I am afraid there are other factors that prevent me from raising the alarm or summoning the guards, so I must take a little risk.

An Sen, who was spinning quickly in his mind, first put the "Anonymous Glasses" and "Steam Pipe" into his arms, then crouched down next to the "corpse" of the tall and thin assassin, and quickly groped on the other side.

There are only a few silver and copper coins on the opponent's body, a dagger that looks more like a fruit knife than a weapon, a pistol without ammunition, a handkerchief... scattered trivial items, no magic book, and no enchanted items. Or something that looks a lot like an enchanted item.

How to put it, clean makes it hard to believe that he is a spellcaster.

Or is this the characteristic of Blood Mage? Because they're probably the type of spellcaster that doesn't rely on enchanted items the least.

After searching ~www.readwn.com~ several times, I only found two rings in his arms.

Solid gold ring set with rubies.

Staring at the "corpse" that was still unresponsive on the ground, and after confirming that the other party would not wake up for the time being, An Sen carefully hid the two rings in his inner pocket.

Taking away the "trophies", Anson stood up and cleaned up the surroundings a little, lifted his foot and kicked the wreckage of the crumbling door panel, and at the same time fired two shots at each of the two corpses on the ground... Try to cover up the magic inside the room. The traces left behind, especially the ones left by yourself.

After doing all this, An Sen walked to the desk with only half of it with a slight sigh of relief, picked up the chair that was not broken into pieces, sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lightly lit one and held it in his mouth, He took out his pocket watch and looked at the slowly turning dial, and waited leisurely.

Five minutes later, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and Carl's panicked face came into the door frame that was blasted black:

"What's the situation?!"

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