I Will Be The Crowned King

"……go back?"

After being stunned for half a minute, An Sen, who was full of confusion, frowned slightly: "But, doesn't it mean that only after passing the three trials can you freely enter and exit the Primordial Tower and Boredim?"

While speaking, he did not forget to take down the pipe at the corner of his mouth, his right thumb almost pressed against the unextinguished cigarette ashes, there was a hint of confusion in his innocent eyes, and his slightly turned head was very natural. act of thinking.

From the subtle changes in facial expressions to the slightly exaggerated body language that fits the mood changes, every step is so sincere that even an experienced interrogator can't pick out any faults - 100% restored The way a person shows when he is confused.

But August shook his head: "No, I'm not talking about Boredim."

"I'm talking about where you really came from, or . . . time."

"time?"

Even though his heart was already turbulent, An Sen still looked indifferent: "I-I don't quite understand you..."

"No, you know what I mean very well!" August smiled, still with that gentle smile: "Since you don't want to explain some things, we don't have to be too straightforward, we just need to understand each other. "

"Now you only need to know one thing...you became a Tuto and passed the test, or did you use an unconventional method, sooner or later, the apostles will notice the difference; what we have to do Just before they find out, make sure you can get out without a hitch."

The voice fell, and the calm-eyed August slightly increased his tone.

Facing his gaze, An Sen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, trying his best to restrain his shock.

The other party not only knew his identity, but also offered a helping hand to him desperately, and finally tried every means to help him leave and return to the original time...

"why?"

"Why would I know this, or why would I be willing to help you?"

August asked with a chuckle, his eyes still so gentle: "I guess you both want to know, but unfortunately, just like some things you don't want to explain, I also have unspeakable secrets. ."

"So I'll just explain it in one sentence... What I'm doing now, what I've done before, and all the things I'll do in the future, are all motivated by the same motivation, and that's Lisa."

"Only her, and only for her, it's that simple."

"Of course, a cautious and perceptive person like you should not easily believe such a dubious answer; so you can think that I am lying, and use a seemingly convincing and contagious explanation to cover up my inability to The purpose of the accusation; you can watch my every move - and I advise you to do so - lest you be deceived and fall into the trap I have prepared."

"I wonder if this explanation will satisfy you?"

He put his chin on his chest, and his drooping eyebrows made this dignified Tuto, the future apostle look very humble.

Anson with a tangled expression fell into silence.

It's not that I don't believe August in front of me. Among the various forces that I have "cooperated" with, the attitude of the other party can be said to be the most sincere type - not to mention Franz or his beloved mentor. , even many of those who ask for themselves are far more arrogant than this one.

Even if August really has some ulterior motives, it doesn't matter. It is not the first time that he has been a tool person. As long as the interests and goals are the same, it doesn't matter if Anson is used by others.

But this time, it's "slightly" different.

From the time he came to this time and space to the present, the other party seemed to know every step of his actions, and at the same time, he continued to provide help in either overt or covert ways.

The excuse of "amnesia" when entering Boredim, arranged for Rune to take him to the Primordial Tower to collect information, completed the research ahead of time and revealed the truth of the birth of the seven knight bloodlines and the origin of the elves, and prepared sufficient means to prevent himself from falling. At the door of the first trial, in the end, I have to help myself escape...

August, he seemed to have predicted everything that would happen next, and made all the preparations - even his appearance was not only what he expected, but he arranged it!

This is no longer an "exploitation", Anson feels like a **** of August, and it is more appropriate to be arranged.

Even this is not the most creepy - he clearly mentioned that the "power of blood" is just his whim, is it correct? After thousands of years of evolution, the most perfect "mutation" was born.

The origin of the elves, a thousand years of time, the most perfect mutation...

And all of this is for Lisa?

Anson did not doubt August's words, but there was no contradiction between simple reasons and crazy actions; if he was really forced to be helpless, he didn't mind being a guinea pig, but since he was going to die, he had to understand.

Just as he was struggling, the surrounding atmosphere quietly changed.

The originally splendid and colorful hall gradually turned into a blood-like dark red, thousands of skulls were exposed under the translucent crystal ground, and the oil paintings on the walls on both sides also turned into scenes of killing and torture. .

Nooses, crosses, Iron Maidens... The plaster of the outer layer of the statues fell off, revealing the rusty torture instruments one by one.

Even the originally fragrant and pleasant incense gradually turned into a strong smell of blood; in the dazzling red light interlaced with light and dark, there was the sound of sharp blades tearing organs, the squeezing sound of flesh being ground and crushed, and skulls being broken. The sound of smashing and smashing... all turned into maddening notes, which were continuously instilled in Anson's mind.

The gorgeous palace instantly turned into a chaotic and terrifying purgatory.

Even if he had anticipated in advance and opened the field decisively, Anson found himself affected... The extreme emotions suppressed by reason swelled wildly in the depths of his heart, bursting out all kinds of tyrannical, ugly, dark thoughts; restless Blood rushed through the body like a flood of sluices.

His pupils suddenly began to contract violently, and his breathing became rapid.

"This is your second round of trials, the court of flesh and blood."

August's voice sounded beside him, but in Anson's ears at this moment, it seemed to be from another world: "Here, your inner desires and the most primitive wildness in your physiology will expand to the maximum, Gradually squeeze the rational existence space.”

"This is also a test that every evolutionary of blood magic will inevitably go through... The stronger the body, the greater the desire will naturally come, and the constantly mutated flesh and blood power will inevitably strengthen the wildness, impacting the original The consciousness of weak and intelligent creatures."

"Whether it is to completely succumb to this wildness, or to try to control the body of high-level life with the wisdom of low-level creatures, or to completely integrate with it, to breed a brand-new self in a brand-new body of flesh and blood... It's all in the mind of the evolutionary. "

"And the way for you to 'go back' is in this flesh and blood court."

Before An Sen, whose pupils had become striking scarlet, had time to ask, the other party had already preemptively said: "But before that, restrain your domain."

"The Court of Flesh and Blood is a distorted domain created by the apostles. Its laws are not something you can resist now. Give up the idea of ​​resistance and try to 'integrate' your own laws into it."

"My knowledge of incantation is very superficial, so I can only explain it with such unprofessional vocabulary!"

The incomparably distant words floated with a bit of apology, which made Ansen, who was already beginning to feel furious, move in his heart.

He slowly converged on the domain, limited the scope to himself, and gradually gave up the idea of ​​resistance, and instead sought to become a part of the flesh and blood court.

Soon, the restless mood gradually calmed down, replaced by a strange and simple idea: he suddenly began to want to kill people!

Beheading people, beheading people, stabbing a bayonet in the throat of a victim, smashing someone's ribs with a hammer, and chopping up limbs and spine section by section with an axe... Just thinking about it in my mind makes me feel happy. , Crispy numb comfort!

With this weird thought in mind, An Sen looked up again at the girl who was hiding behind the sculpture (torture tool) and smiled at him, and swallowed subconsciously.

Suddenly, his eyes were in a trance, and when he regained his senses, the bayonet in his sleeve and the revolver behind his waist had already appeared in his hand unknowingly, and the magazine was even filled with ammunition!

At this moment, August's voice came again:

"...Of course, doing so carries a high risk. Once the laws of other people's fields are integrated into the field for a long time, it is only a matter of time before they are completely controlled or even eroded into their own field."

"In order to avoid this risk, we must find a target for ourselves, and then subordinate our wildness to this target, turning it into a natural behavior like foraging and dormancy to divert attention."

"It's impossible for a blood mage, but it's not difficult for a conjurer... I don't really understand the logic of the domain's operation, but as long as it conforms to the laws, in principle, it should be possible to manipulate the body to do anything."

Without any hesitation, Anson immediately sketched a plan in his mind; perhaps because of his integration into the flesh and blood court, he found that he seemed to be becoming impatient with complicated issues.

Based on this, he immediately thought of a very perfect plan: vigilance!

For the wild "self" who can only do simple thinking and maintain a high degree of vigilance in unfamiliar environments, there is no more natural way to behave.

With this thought, An Sen, who couldn't help but pounce on the girl just now, smashed the girl into eight pieces, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his slightly narrowed eyes glanced around, as if he was a hedgehog curled into a ball with spikes all over his body.

"This state will last for about half an hour, during which the out-of-control evolutionary will degenerate into mutant monsters and be killed by all the evolutionary people; then the flesh and blood court will return to the state you just came in, and all the evolutionary participants who participated in the trial will be killed. You can indulge yourselves as much as you like, and then keep reincarnating..."

"After six hundred and sixty-six reincarnations, the evolutionaries who are still sane and have not been killed will pass this trial, or... eat all the evolutionaries in a certain reincarnation, or complete the evolution of blood sacrifice You can also pass this trial.”

"The last one is the only way for you to go back at the moment."

Blood sacrifice?

Anson suddenly had a bad feeling, but his body trembled with excitement.

"Blood sacrifice, a way of expressing piety to the master of blood magic, the great Pluto, is a blood mage unique, usually the sacrifice of some part of the body in exchange for a temporary or transcendence of oneself mutation."

"When every blood mage is born, he will get the 'blood of Pluto' from another evolutionary of the same path, that is, the blood of the evolutionary who has removed his own magical reaction, so each blood mage contains cloth in the body. The power of Luto, sacrificed to Pluto, is to awaken the mutant power of the Lord of Blood Magic."

"This is an extremely dangerous ritual. Once it is interrupted in the middle, the sacrificer is almost certain to die. The best outcome is probably to become some kind of irrational flesh-and-blood monster."

"In the process of sacrifice, there will be quite a huge magical reaction, which is equivalent to revealing one's own position in an instant; in order to avoid their own failure, all the evolutionary people participating in the trial will attack the sacrificer."

"So as long as you complete a sacrifice ceremony in the court of flesh and blood to please the king of blood magic, you can also successfully pass the trial; and because of this rule, not only blood mages, but all evolutionaries can perform rituals in the court of flesh and blood."

"The difference is that the object you want to sacrifice is not the king of blood magic, but yourself, and what you want to get is not a more powerful mutation, but a return to the original time and space..."

August's voice became more and more tense~www.readwn.com~ more and more rapid, as if he had sensed some approaching threat.

And Anson understood it completely:

To put it simply, blood sacrifice can enable the power beyond itself, comparable to true gods, to achieve goals that could not be achieved before; this ability originally belonged only to blood mages, because all blood mages are derived from Pluto's "flesh mutation" Derived; and black magic and conjuration magic do not belong to physical mutation, do not have this kind of power that does not belong to oneself.

But in the court of flesh and blood, because of the "clearance rules" set by the apostles here, all spellcasters can use this method to pass the level, which means that all spellcasters can use blood sacrifice-because if they don't do that, they will It means the trial is unfair.

But since he is not a blood mage but a conjurer, and the object of sacrifice is not Pluto but himself, where did the obtained power come from?

Of course it was the apostles!

The original tower was built by all the apostles together. August's method was to use the "card bug" to force himself to borrow the power of all the apostles and return to the original time and space!