I Will Be The Crowned King

For a split second, Anson felt as if he had returned to that afternoon two years earlier, confronting the revered Master Mace Hornard in the crypt of Clovis Cathedral; equally unprepared, equally unprepared. Retreat, the same strength gap is so desperate that there is no possibility of a comeback.

The only difference is that this time I played the role of a mentor at the time.

It must be admitted that Phil Crecy's new ability is very strong and very creative... Using the characteristics of blood power to combine the two major ways of black magic and blood magic at the same time, integrate his consciousness into flesh and blood - the previous one The Lord of the Abyss who did this, even in the case of defeat, still injured Talia, who was full of strength.

Even Phil Crecy is more perfect than the one he combined. The "flesh and blood" that consciousness turns into does not have a substance, but it can cause damage to his body and spirit at the same time, which is very close to the original Mace Hornard. The Professor's "Negative Emotional Flame" is gone.

If it's still before, I probably don't have a second choice other than desperately dodging.

If...Unfortunately, no if.

Although it is very creative, it cannot erase the gap in strength between the two sides; almost the moment he stepped into his own field, Fair Cressy had no secrets to himself; it only took less than a minute, After turning on the "power" Anson collected enough information to find a way to counteract his power.

In Phil Crecy's eyes, he used an explosion to offset his tentacles. In fact, the opposite is true. The moment his tentacles touched him, they would burn, dissolve, and turn into coke... not even the scattered ashes. touch your body.

The rest is how to counteract, or reverse infiltrate his consciousness to obtain more information; this is more difficult, after all, I have only been exposed to the relevant knowledge of black magic, and have no actual operation experience. It took two minutes There is no way to develop a high enough success rate.

Anson's domain law is a plan. The more information you collect, the more successful you can make a plan—from "successfully casting spells" to "countering the enemy", all within the scope of the plan; the less information or the more difficult it is. large, the success rate of the plan will decrease.

And just when he was about to take a little risk, Phil Crecy actually split a part of his consciousness to attack him, which was equivalent to taking the initiative to disarm the defense and send it to the door; in only seventeen seconds, Anson successfully invaded his consciousness.

"...Three minutes and seventeen seconds, you really gave me a lot of surprises."

With a slightly teasing tone, Anson, who took a pleasant step, walked up to the dull-looking Fair Cressy, and looked at this guy who had caused him countless troubles and almost succeeded in killing him twice.

Gently stretched out his right hand, Anson snapped his fingers with a "crack!" The scarlet color in Fair Cressy's pupils gradually disappeared, returning to a somewhat normal person-relatively brilliance.

"Tell me, how did you survive in the first place?" Anson asked bluntly.

"After leaving Norula's territory, I was discovered by Shadow Demon and forcibly brought to an indigenous settlement."

Phil Crecy, whose consciousness was invaded, looked confused: "They ate a Cthulhu's egg for me and ordered me to let the Faithless Knights attack Beluga Harbor."

"But because the oath was broken and the Knights lost control, I can only tell members who are still willing to be loyal to the Crecy family to go to Moby-Dick Harbor to eradicate the Clovis power and the traitors who betrayed the Knights."

"They will all die, but in exchange, the tomb keeper is willing to give me a chance."

"What chance?" Anson asked.

"The opportunity to join them." Fair Cressy's eyes showed a bit of excited ecstasy: "Become a Blasphemy Mage, serve the true gods who sleep forever, realize the ancient grand plan, and then..."

"Retake Sail City, take back the whole new world, and take revenge on the Bernard family!"

Sure enough... An Sen pulled the corner of his mouth unsurprisingly: "Second question, why did the grave keeper attack Beluga Harbor?"

"Their purpose is not Beluga Harbor, but Anson Bach." Phil Crecy's expression suddenly became serious:

"The power he possesses is crucial to the success of the grand plan!"

I?

An Sen frowned slightly, and said inexplicably, "What power?"

"Yes……"

The moment he uttered the first word, Phil Cressey suddenly stopped, and his already dull expression instantly became sober, and then he revealed unparalleled panic and fear.

An Sen, whose complexion suddenly changed, immediately gave up the questioning, and without hesitation, rushed to the ruins left by the flames.

He could clearly feel that the area where he controlled Fair's consciousness was being eroded in reverse, at a very fast speed; but that was not Fair Cressey's own power, but...

"boom--!"

The next moment, Phil Crecy, who was terrified, unwilling, angry, flustered, and shocked on his five cheeks at the same time, exploded to pieces in front of him.

The sound waves of the explosion ripped apart the air, directly crushing Fair Cressy into an invisible liquid, and spraying it out indiscriminately, leaving an irregular "prime" on the ground scorched by the flames. The overlapping pattern of the "Ring" and "Six-pointed Star".

It is exactly the same as the magic circle that he used to force "blood sacrifice" in the Primordial Tower!

This is of course no coincidence. The original ring symbolizes the source of power, and the hexagram is used for summoning. The combination of the two is the most standard sacrifice ceremony of the Old Gods.

Combined with the expression of Fair Cressy just now, the answer came out: someone manipulated Fair Cressy from a very far away place and made him forcibly sacrifice himself.

Without any hesitation, An Sen decisively opened the field and prepared to forcibly interfere with the ceremony.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and an indescribable piercing cold penetrated through the surface of the clothes and skin and directly penetrated into his body.

The next second, hundreds of undead emerged from the shadows and attacked at the same time.

Shadow Demon... An Sen's pupils shrank slightly, and his right hand snapped his fingers with a "crack!"

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

call--

The flames that suddenly rose surrounded Anson's figure, flooding all around like a tide, illuminating the biting darkness.

Countless undead were instantly submerged in the sea of ​​flames, struggling and wailing, turning into a wisp of gray ashes, drifting away with the wind; the dim shadows weakened, and they could only curl up and hide under the firelight.

But this is not because Anson has successfully eroded the domain of the Shadow Demon, or even the opposite - even if he has captured the opponent's magical aura, he still can't feel the opponent's exact location, even the "ability" can't see it.

The reason why the opponent's attack can be easily counteracted is just because the "Elf Queen" Freya has hit the Shadow Demon before, and the opponent's magical response may not even be one-tenth of the heyday.

But even so, An Sen was still unable to completely resist the opponent's attack; if the opponent hadn't taken the initiative to attack, he wouldn't even be able to cause any damage to the Shadow Demon who could lurk in the shadows.

If this is the case, then this opportunity cannot be missed.

An Sen slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the pupils returned to scarlet again.

"boom--!"

Along with the gradually opening field, the fiery flames boiled again around him, like a steady stream of water, rushing towards the ritual formation left by Phil Crecy's body.

Although I don't know what the other party sacrificed for, and what I have to do with the gravekeeper's "big plan", in short, they must not be allowed to succeed!

The boiling flames scorched the ruins and flowed on the ground like a liquid; and just as it was about to devour the magic circle, a translucent shadow suddenly cut off the path of the "sea of ​​fire", and the surging flames were actually frozen. finally solidified.

One after another curses containing malicious intent began to erode Anson's realm, and the mad ravings reverberated in his mind; almost the thought of "Insight into the Shadow Demon" was immediately swept away by a sad, desperate, fearful person. Interrupted thoughts.

Not only that, but even the picture of insight in my mind has become blurred: there are countless undead around, but the picture seen by the "power" is intact, the sunny Beluga Harbor!

At this moment, an extremely strong impulse suddenly appeared in Anson's mind:

Do not look back!

Don't look back!

will die!

The fear of the unknown took over Anson's mind bit by bit, and took control of his body... The muscles in his whole body were completely tense, and he could no longer make any movements, let alone "turn his head".

"boom--"

The magic circle on the ground began to emit a dazzling red light, and the magical reaction overflowing from it was only a slight trace, which made people tremble.

And An Sen, whose soul was eroded by the Shadow Demon, could only watch the ceremony complete.

He wanted to use [Wound Canvas] to transfer the negative effects of Shadow Demon on himself; but his consciousness was already controlled, and he couldn't even move his body, let alone cast spells.

Shadow Demon affects itself through black magic, and the way of using black magic is "circle" and "line". If you want to get rid of the influence, you must first let the other party ignore your own existence.

Is there any way or props that can prevent the other party from being aware of you, even for a brief moment... um, props?

Anonymous glasses!

An Sen instantly remembered the magic item that had resolved several crises for him.

Of course, this item can't be effective against Shadow Demon, but what if you can simulate its effect in the realm?

Without hesitation, Anson voluntarily gave up his resistance, and at the same time began to continuously collect all the information about black magic and anonymous glasses in his memory, and formulated a new plan:

【The ability to reproduce anonymous glasses】!

In an instant, one message after another began to emerge in my mind:

…Understand the role of anonymous glasses…Master the basics of how black magic works…Without losing conscious dominance…

A few seconds later, a faint cloud of smoke appeared on both sides of Anson's cheeks, and changed its shape constantly: black-rimmed glasses, gold-wire glasses, telescopes, monoculars...

Gold monocle!

call--

In an instant, Anson felt that the curse in his consciousness disappeared, and the "ability" completely returned to normal.

In the picture in my mind, a translucent undead attached to a shadow is floating behind him!

No wonder Freya was defeated in the end... If you want to kill the Shadow Demon, it is not enough to just erase all the shadows, you must also kill all the undead summoned by him.

As long as there are shadows on the ground, as long as one undead escapes successfully, the Shadow Demon cannot be killed, and at most it is only weakened as before.

With one's own strength, it is obviously unrealistic to want to drop a pillar of fire that is enough to obliterate all the shadows like the Elf Queen in one breath;

A very perfect plan gradually took shape in Anson's mind, and with the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he opened his own domain to the surroundings again.

The scope of the domain continues to expand, from the body to the surrounding ruins, then to the surrounding streets, then to the surrounding main roads, and then to the distant commercial streets, markets, churches, hotels, residential areas...

Until the entire Beluga Harbor is contained in it.

Almost at the moment when the realm opened, the Shadow Demon, who had just lost his target, immediately captured An Sen's figure, and immediately attacked with hundreds of undead and a negative emotion that could make ordinary people collapse in an instant.

But just as they were about to approach, all the undead suddenly stopped, as if they were strangled by their throats, and stopped in place very abnormally.

"Oh, this is... Sensing something is wrong?"

Looking at the undead that surrounded him, An Sen's mouth curved into a proud arc: "So... where is the problem?"

"The Shadow Demon, who rules the Shadow Kingdom and drives thousands of undead, can't get close to my little... Conjurer?"

Beneath the bright moon, An Sen, with a contemptuous smile, looked at the hundreds of undead with disdain.

And the shadows behind them.

Just as Anson finally found a way to confront the Shadow Demon, the entire city finally felt a trace of abnormality.

In the brightly lit parliamentary lounge, Carl Bain looked back and forth at his feet several times, and his wide-eyed eyes swept to William next to him in astonishment:

"This, this won't... won't it have something to do with Anson?!"

The technical consultant with a strange expression did not answer his question, but fell into some kind of contemplation, as if being aroused by infinite curiosity, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Looking at William who looked like a fool, the chief of staff couldn't help shaking his head, and his eyes swept to Lisa in the corner;

Some kind of indescribable guilt made Carl's heart tighten—he didn't take her too seriously?

Indeed~www.readwn.com~ Lisa is very strong, but no matter what, she is still just an ordinary little girl. It is normal to cry when she is suddenly hit so hard...

"Not at all."

"Ugh?"

"Karl, you look like 'Did Lisa cry because Anson came back', that's not it."

The girl curled up in the corner stuck out her tongue at Carl: "Lisa is a good girl, and good girls are strong!"

"No?" The chief of staff was taken aback:

"What's that for?"

"……odor."

The girl hesitated for a long time, frowned and said hesitantly: "In Anson's breath, there is a faint but very familiar smell, but Lisa just can't remember who it is, and she will cry when she thinks about it. come out."

"Well, who is it..."