I Will Be The Crowned King

At 2:50, the inner city fortress.

The roaring and shrill screams pierced through the eardrums, one after another in the pitch-dark world, combined with the collision of steel, the evaporation of flesh and blood, and the fast-burning gunpowder, together they composed a certain judge's favorite song.

Its title is: "The Old Gods Must Die".

In the face of the appearance of the Inquisitor of the Truth-seeking Order without warning, who had just slaughtered the Ring of Faith and Order in the fortress, the elf spellcasters who were loyal to the elf king "the remnant party" immediately became the target of slaughter.

This is not the city of Clovis, or even the territory of the kingdom of Clovis. For the first time, the Inquisitors of the Truth-seeking Order can use whatever tools they like to hunt their prey in the most high-profile way, without any need for I was worried that the church would send a complaint letter the next day.

In just fifteen minutes, the tune of the intense gunshots and the sharp blade tearing flesh and blood was completely overshadowed by the shrill screams and wailing of the Iser elves.

The harsh silver whistles continued, facing several times, ten times the enemy, the judges communicated with each other by short notes, and used a professional and efficient slaughter speed to prove that it was not them who were surrounded, but their enemies. .

That short note also became the death knell of death, and every time it sounded, there must be a scream in response.

The long whistle slowly disappeared, and the dying mourning gradually shrunk.

A dim fog shrouded the fortress that turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the rising flames reflected the silhouettes of the twitching corpses on the broken walls, as if they were still in a needless and dying struggle.

The blood-soaked judges finally stopped the slaughter and patrolled vigilantly in the blood to ensure that no fish slipped through the net.

"I'm still a little worried."

Sera Virgil, with scarlet eyes, leaned against the collapsed wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from the upper pocket of his windbreaker, and held one in his white right hand.

"Who?"

A shot shattered the head of the dying spellcaster, and Cole Dorian, whose face was covered in blood, raised his head blankly.

"Anson Bach." The expressionless female judge glanced at him with a "knowingly asked" expression, and bit the cigarette holder with her bloodless thin lips:

"Their goal seems to be the palace."

"It doesn't need to be like, it is." Cole Dorian carried the axe and gun, his left hand on his hips, and his blood-filled face showed a smirk full of sunshine: "I arranged it."

"Then someone didn't feel there was anything wrong with this arrangement?"

"Of course not, this is my arrangement after careful consideration!" The judge was proud:

"There is a saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place - the palace looks dangerous, but in fact it may be the safest place among the six places; as long as there are a few smart guys in the Thirteenth Council, they will not Put the Elf King under house arrest in the place he knows best!"

"Even if there is an accident, Sir Louis Bernard can lead them to a smooth retreat; he has served as the commander-in-chief of the Iser elven guards, and he must be more familiar with the palace than all of us."

"The most important thing is that there is Mr. Chanis among those five people... He is a judge of the same generation as Captain Lawrence, and he is also my idol!"

The expressionless Sera struck the match, slightly dispelling the surrounding blood with the scent of tobacco.

"Although the old man Chanis is a little old, his legs and feet are not very convenient, people are a little stubborn and do not listen to persuasion, and it is easy to get up when they see the old gods, and when they fight, they will not distinguish between the enemy and me... But these small problems cannot hide him. The fact that he is an excellent judge!" Cole Dorian emphasized.

Sierra Virgil: "...that's what worries me."

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Twenty-two o'clock sharp, west wing promenade.

Just as the minced meat was about to be fully matured by the steam scythe, Lisa's pupils, who moved first, instantly turned scarlet, threw away the Borny rifle, and threw Anson into the corner with a force that was completely out of shape.

Immediately afterwards, the young knight who regained his composure hugged the girl who was in the air, kicked the frightened black-robed priest to the side, and finally turned around and squatted down with Lisa in his arms.

It was only at this moment that Ansen, who finally caught up, felt pain in his temple, and raised the "dagger" revolver in his right hand with the activated "power".

The moment the trigger was pulled, the lead bullet engraved with [Rapid Wind] just turned to the firing position, and with the screams of Carin Jacques, it sent out a roar of mantling to the "steam train" that sounded the whistle.

"boom-!!"

Thick white vapor enveloped the street.

Until the reverberation of the explosion dissipated, the four people with tight heartstrings dared to slowly open their eyes; in the thick fog, the dark figure picked up the intact long sickle and staggered over.

"Are they still alive?"

Chanis, with an old pipe in his mouth, looked around for a week, and after confirming that no one was injured, he nodded slightly: "It's fine, let's go!"

"Are you all right?" The black-robed priest who was so frightened that he almost lost his spirits abruptly stood up and yelled at the judge with a shrill voice: "We were almost turned into meat sauce by you!"

"Almost...because Bolognese doesn't complain."

Chanis, who didn't look back, said coldly, pointing at the black-robed priest with the long sickle emitting steam: "Am I right, Carin Jacques 'priest'?"

"What you said is so right!" The black-robed priest who instantly recognized the situation immediately became obedient.

Louis Bernard, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly opened his arms and looked at the girl struggling to get out of his arms with concern: "Are you alright?"

Lisa, whose eyes had faded to scarlet, pulled Anson's trousers, and hid behind him in a bit of fear, staring blankly at the young knight with an inexplicable expression.

Anson had no choice but to smile at Louis.

"We don't have time." Chanis, who was smoking a pipe, glanced at everyone with a serious look:

"The civilians in this urban area have been killed by a group of elves, blood mages, at least two digits in size; not strong but blood mages are notoriously difficult to deal with, they..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the five people who were stunned silently turned their heads and looked at the end of the dark street.

Countless subtle sounds, like some kind of cold-blooded and mucus-filled creatures scratching across the ground; or like hundreds of thousands of mice moving in groups, still making screeching shrieks, the middle seems to be There is also a liquid like an overflowing container flowing down the wall of the cup…

movement.

The expressions of the five sluggish people became extremely ugly at the same time.

"Run!"

While roaring, Anson didn't forget to pull the trigger behind him, picked up Lisa, turned his head and ran towards the underground passage.

"Come with me!"

Without any hesitation, Louis pulled out his saber and rushed to the front. The bloodless black-robed priest still followed closely behind. Inquisitor Chanis, leaning on a scythe, staggered to the end of the line. Although it was a little slow, it was amazing. fall behind.

At 22:50, the five people who crossed the two streets finally saw a building that resembled the entrance; the sound of chasing behind them was getting closer and closer, and the stench of blood was almost close at hand.

The young knight rushed forward and kicked open the wooden door; what appeared in front of everyone was a long and narrow stone staircase, the dark end with the faint sound of running water, as if it was a passage to hell.

Without any hesitation, everyone ran down the stairs directly; at this moment, a loud noise suddenly hit from behind.

"Di-!!"

The expressionless Chanis smashed the door of the underground passage with his long sickle, and at the same time blew the judge's whistle, and the long sound that penetrated the eardrum shocked everyone.

"what are you doing?!"

The black-robed priest covering his ears screamed with a broken face.

First, he was almost killed, and then he did this kind of thing at the critical moment of his escape—although it sounds like a nonsense for the old elf sect to get involved in the Truth-seeking Order, isn’t this guy the opposite? !

"Luring the enemy."

The frost-faced Inquisitor Chanis staggered behind, and looked at Carin Jacques with the same eyes as a dead man: "Don't forget, our mission is not only to rescue the Elf King, but also to kill them all. All the old gods I saw."

"It is very difficult to kill the tenacious blood mages in the open area. It is more efficient to drag them into narrow underground passages."

"As for the whistle... After all, there are only five of us, and we have to traverse the entire royal court of Iser, so there will inevitably be crumbs that we can't take care of, so we must first send a signal to the surrounding area and ask other judges who have finished the work at hand to come and help. Take, clean up the stinky fish and rotten shrimp that escaped."

He raised his hand and shot the flesh-and-blood tentacles that rushed towards him. Chanis, who was limping, looked as usual.

The black-robed priest trembled all over.

"No need to... kill them all, right?"

Louis, who rushed to the front, couldn't help but said, his expression was quite complicated:

"Yes, the old gods are the mortal enemy of all those who believe in the ring of order, and they are also a threat to the peace and stability of the entire world of order, but this does not prove that all the old gods are heinous villains?"

"If...if part of it was due to being bewitched by others, or forced to be helpless, and had to become a spellcaster as a last resort, maybe it's okay..."

"A last resort? Forced to be helpless?" Chanis' voice suddenly became sharp.

The dark red blood plasma hit like a tide, and the five people who were rushing could even hear no less than a dozen completely different voices, roaring in the dark corridor behind them.

"The young master of the Bernard family, it seems that you have some misunderstandings about the 'Old God School'; he... they were never born because of 'misunderstanding', never."

"They are the weirdness in the abyss, the shadows in the shadows, the inconceivable natural disasters, the original sins, and the source of all negativity and evil thoughts..."

"They...are cannibals."

The staggering Inquisitor began to gasp for breath.

"Tell me, have you ever wondered about the power of the Old Gods?"

"I..." Louis pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, cold sweat dripping from the side of his cheek.

"There is no need for inheritance of blood, no need to break, you can spy on others' hearts in the blink of an eye, you can raise flames out of thin air, and you can have a body that can't be killed..." Chanis continued to sneer:

"why?"

"It's very simple, because their power is like the power of human blood, which is innate and part of their body!"

"The moment any fallen old **** sect chooses to become a spellcaster, they are no longer the old self, but a whole new life!"

"Pretending to be no different from the past, or maintaining a certain habit of being a 'human' or 'elf', is only a temporary illusion; because of their greed for power, sooner or later their bodies will continue to mutate. "

"So the young master of the Bernard family, do you understand; when these **** choose to become spellcasters, they..."

"I have already given up my qualification to continue to be a 'human'!"

The moment the words fell, Lisa's pupils suddenly turned crimson, and then Anson, who was holding her, covered her eyes immediately; the silent army colonel held the girl in his arms tightly and moved forward without looking back.

The black-robed priest was still shivering.

"No longer... being human?"

The young knight's voice became very uncertain; on the one hand he actually agreed with Chanis, but on the other hand it was difficult to admit the fact that if accepted, it would be extremely terrifying.

"Otherwise?" Chanis' tone was full of mockery:

"You don't think that a guy who has become a spellcaster will treat himself as an ordinary person, right?"

"No... They are aliens, freaks, monsters that look like individuals, and are unwilling to be destroyed. They are always planning the so-called 'big plan', trying to restore the world to the beasts of the era they ruled. ."

"In the era they ruled, humans were just their slaves, two-legged beasts that could be killed at will without pity, captive poultry, and... food."

"You and they are not even a species, even just beasts and food that they see as lowly... When you see poultry on the table, do you discuss fairness with it?"

"No... right?"

"So we don't talk to them about fairness or injustice, about guilt, about morality or ethics, laws or rules...that's what 'people'...and another 'people'...talk about. UU Reading wwwww .uukanshu.com”

"For all the old gods, they don't have this qualification." Chanis' breathing became thicker and thicker, and the scythe in his right hand let out a low roar again as if alive:

"Kill them, never for the sins they commit;"

"But because of their 'existence'..."

"It's a sin!"

The violent blood wave was close at hand, and countless tentacles spewed out from the dark red blood plasma, opening a blood basin full of granulation at the tip, trying to swallow the five people directly.

"clang!"

The roaring scythe was smashed to the ground by the panting Chanis, and the entire underground passage echoed with the screams of sirens and the roar of the elven blood mage.

"And sin...must be wiped out!"

"Old God School..."

"Must die!"