I Will Be The Crowned King

In front of the blood-stained long table, An Sen with a pipe in his mouth slumped on the back chair, looking up weakly at Sirze, who was so shocked that he stood up, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his chest was constantly heaving up and down like a broken bellows.

But in fact, this is just an illusion that he deliberately revealed, or that he no longer suppresses the sense of oppression brought by the other party since the beginning of the debate, and pretends to be light by force.

With the activation of the power of blood, Anson's current state is actually surprisingly good, his energy and physical fitness have almost been improved, and even the sensitivity of magic spells has been slightly enhanced due to energy recovery, and he can even detect it. When it came to Searle, the shock caused the disorder of the magical reaction.

This is also the reason why the Holy Grail Knight is called the "power of the strongest bloodline"... Other bloodline powers are also strong, but without exception, it will cause a burden on the body and spirit, only the Holy Grail Knight walks the "recovery + Intensive" route, with the least burden.

But it was this little bit of strengthening that made things that I couldn't figure out before finally come to my senses.

For example... why August said that taking the trial is the fastest way to become a blasphemous mage; such as why Searle called himself "a worthy of a conjuring mage" when he won the second round of debate.

The key to winning the debate is to grasp the definition of the subject, and the only way to become a qualified conjurer is to twist everything in the world to your own will.

In other words, the essence of the debate is who is more capable of controlling and distorting the laws of nature—whether or not it conforms to reality is irrelevant.

Feeling the power surging in his body, An Sen, who had been forced to the edge of the cliff, burst into unprecedented confidence.

"Dear Anson, you really gave me a great surprise."

Sear took a deep breath, slowly sat back in the chair with a terrifying expression, and the beam of light above his head also fell on him: "Very good, I will definitely find out the reason for your resurrection— In the fourth round of debate, my view is that life came first."

"Because death is not a necessary condition for the existence of life, and if there is no life, death has no meaning."

"I object." An Sen, biting his pipe, said feebly: "As a form of existence, death is the final statement of its establishment, and an existence that cannot die, conversely, cannot prove that it has life, so there must be death first. life again."

Anson kept his eyes fixed on Sirze's expression. He had to figure out how he lost the last round of debate while avoiding being noticed by the other party that he lost his memory.

"Objection, existences that don't die can also have life." Sear said with a stiff face, and his sharp eyes also looked at Ansen's face repeatedly: "I can prove this point now."

Prove? An Sen was slightly stunned, how can this be proved?

In the next second, the smoke ring gushing from the "Mist Pipe" at the corner of his mouth suddenly twisted, condensed into the shape of a poisonous snake, and rushed towards his left eye.

An Sen, whose pupils shrank suddenly, resolutely released the "hide", trying to avoid the fatal blow with the [Smoke Man]; but his casting range seemed to be completely suppressed by the breath of the opposite Silze as if it did not exist.

There was no room for him to dodge at all, and the "smoke poisonous snake" that suddenly appeared had already got into his eyes.

"puff-!"

The moment the eyeball shattered, another puff of smoke ripped open his throat.

Oops... The terrified Anson didn't even have time to resist, his vision fell into darkness in a trance, his body uncontrollably leaned back, and he slumped on the back of the chair just like before.

A few seconds later, the newly resurrected corpse lost its vitality again.

But Searle did not relax his vigilance immediately, still staring at Anson's corpse, the open "field" was monitoring every corner of the surrounding area with almost no dead ends, every weak to almost non-existent magical reaction.

Time is passing slowly, one minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Nothing happened.

Looking at Anson Bach's corpse, which had begun to gradually become cold, Searle, who was slightly relieved, was even more puzzled.

He was very sure that there was a very obvious magical reaction at the moment when Anson was "resurrected", but it had absolutely nothing to do with the way of incantation - a mere Evolver who was not even Tutoer could not master the "denial of death" at all. ” ability, without the “domain”, he is even less likely to cause “twisted stay”.

Could it be the power of... a "mutant item" on him?

The thought was thrown to the back of Searle's head as soon as it appeared - resurrection from the dead and avoiding being killed are two different concepts. The former is an ability that even Tutoer may not be able to master, let alone a mere one. Advanced Evolutionary.

Suddenly, an incomparably familiar aura drifted away in the "field" he opened.

Searle, whose expression changed suddenly, raised his head suddenly, and then sat up again as if nothing had happened even when he saw Anson Bach, who was already cold!

The only difference is that this time his face is also full of deep confusion.

This... just... happened... what happened?

I remember when the power of the bloodline was dying before, the reaction seemed to never be as strong as this time. I feel... the effect of recovery and strengthening is more than doubled than usual?

Feeling the surging power from head to toe, An Sen, who had no memory of just half an hour in total, was inexplicable. He was still stunned, trying to suppress his inner consternation, not knowing what happened.

But Searle saw it, and saw it clearly.

"Snapped-!"

He didn't give Anson any room to react at all. With scarlet eyes, he directly controlled the smoke to lock Anson's neck: "Say—what is your relationship with August!"

"Don't try to lie again, that selfish **** can even give up his own flesh and blood in order to protect you. You must have a great connection with him. Did he send you here?!"

An Sen, who was strangled by his throat, blushed. He didn't know how to answer at all. He could only try his best to hold back the panic and doubts in his heart and pretend to be calm.

Searle had completely lost the calmness at the beginning, and his expression was extremely ugly; he saw it, and at the moment when the "corpse" had a magical reaction and was resurrected, he saw with his own eyes that the right sleeve of Anson's robe was a little shorter. cut.

That section is the key to Ansen Bach's resurrection. If it wasn't for all-round surveillance, it would not have been detected at all—at the moment he was killed by himself, all the fatal wounds on the corpse were repaired.

This robe on him is the flesh and blood of Auguste!

Looking at Xierze who was gnashing his teeth in front of him, Ansen struggled hard, but even with the doubled-strengthened bloodline power, he still seemed to be a man of arms in front of Blasphemy Mage.

Most importantly, he really didn't understand what he had just done, how could this guy be so angry?

At the moment when Anson's eyes were gradually dimmed with doubts, Searle's angry face exploded into pieces without warning.

"boom-!"

The splattered blood, along with fragments of bones and organs, sprayed on his body and face; almost at the same time, the smoke that bound his neck drifted away.

An Sen with a stunned face watched the other's headless corpse sway, collapsed on the opposite chair like himself just now, and the viscous blood continued to pour out from the blasted fracture like a geyser.

But in the next second, the gushing plasma began to congeal gradually, from bottom to top like a typewriter, from the inside to the outside, a little bit of restoration of his head; bones, organs, flesh and blood, and finally skin and hair... Except for the body and surrounding bloodstains, as if nothing had happened just now.

So... what is this?

In the dead silence, An Sen's brain, who was completely unaware of the situation, was running fast, and he began to review the experience just now while thinking about the plan.

He can now be sure that the memory he has lost is definitely more than fifteen minutes, and more importantly, there is still a part of the memory of being pierced to death in his consciousness!

In the past, every time the ability to trigger the power of the bloodline was triggered by dying, there would be no residue of the death screen, and there was no memory loss for more than fifteen minutes.

Could it be that he was killed twice, and then triggered the effect of bloodline power continuously?

To be honest, he doesn't know what his true power of bloodline power is, but he can vaguely feel that it's not as simple as bloodline power; while Searle will be so angry that he loses his mind, and I'm afraid that he is not the same as August. It doesn't matter.

"good, very good."

It seems that a long time has passed, and Sier, who is sitting opposite, has lost his previous anger and began to look at Anson with a very good expression: "Congratulations, you won the debate just now."

"As you can see, the loser will be directly obliterated by this distorted realm even if he doesn't do it himself; I don't know what the trick of your resurrection is, but the one that August left for you Small gifts...should not be endless."

"So next time you lose again, I won't be so polite anymore, but will directly crush your whole body into pieces - I hope you can bring surprises to me and the same people just now."

"In addition, if you lose ten times in a row, this Distorted Realm will directly activate the obliteration mechanism, and even Tutuo will not escape death, whether it's the strange mutation or the small gift from August. There will be no room for resistance."

Slowly straightening up, Silze's face showed a ferocious smile; covered in blood, he was like a messenger who came out of hell, a pair of blood pupils staring straight at the panic that could not be concealed on Anson's face. :

"So... continue?"

…………

In the dead silence, an endless debate is going on.

On both sides of the long table, which has long been unrecognizable, the two eloquent people constantly refuted each other's arguments. Reasonable words could not cover up the murderous intent that was already real, and every opening seemed to be stabbing a deadly sharp blade.

Every time a round ends, the stench of blood will soak the table again, headshots, suffocation, beheading, tearing, heart cutting, puncture... Within a few hours, Anson has tasted all kinds of deaths, and also Witnessed Silze's eye-opening fancy suicide.

Although the memory of fifteen minutes before each death will disappear, but relying on the flashback of each death moment, An Sen finally summed up a lot of useful information.

First of all, the themes that appeared in the trial session will not be repeated, and the winner of the previous round of debates will retain their arguments in subsequent debates.

This was summed up by Searle by directly squeezing his head with "Blood is blue" in "Is Blood Has Color".

Secondly, not only can you use examples in reality to prove your point of view, but you can also distort nature directly through magic and force it.

This seems to be a good thing, but it means nothing to me, and it's even bad news - because Ciel is a Tuto, and he can't even open the casting range in front of him.

Finally, Searle's ability to "resurrect from the dead" seems to have some limitations. In short, he will have a certain "death resistance", and the methods that have killed him (including suicide) have the least impact on him. Probably the reason why he took the initiative to commit suicide every time he lost a debate.

But this information is still of little significance to Anson now, because he can't win the debate, and he can't kill a Tutoer by himself.

After successive deaths, he also found good news and bad news.

The good news is that bloodline power seems to be able to be triggered continuously, and the effect of his bloodline power seems to increase after each trigger, even to the point where he vaguely feels that he is starting to become different.

The bad news is that this continuous trigger seems to have an upper limit, and it seems to have something to do with the robes on his body - the robes with wide robes and large sleeves are constantly triggered with the power of blood, and they have become more and more like sleeveless shirts.

According to Anson's estimation, there are at most three more... After three times, I may completely lose the chance to be resurrected; at the same time, if I want to pass this trial, I have to win again...

"Six rounds."

Xierze's face was filled with a strange smile: "Congratulations, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can beat me four times in a row... This is a very good progress, but it's too late."

"Unless you win the next six rounds, it's just a fresh start, and you and I both know what that means - I don't care, but you... only have three chances to come back."

"So, are you going to continue?"

An Sen didn't answer, and glanced at the parchment on the table expressionlessly. Under the thick layer of blood stains, the scribbled handwriting appeared again:

"Is it the front or the back?"

Without the slightest warning, a golden coin fell from the sky and landed on the long table.

"Dang-!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the dropped coins were spinning vertically and rapidly, and there was no sign of stopping.

Following the beam of light that fell on Ansen, Searle narrowed his eyes slightly, and under his exaggerated hat brim revealed a ferocious and twisted maniacal laughter.