I Will Be The Crowned King

The latest website: "To awaken the consciousness of Her Majesty Freya Mosesfield, the determination to die alone is not enough."

Without waiting for the young knight to speak, Talia, who stood up, stepped forward gracefully and calmly: "Yes, dear Anson can help you to set foot in the realm of Freya; but for those who have never been in contact with For you, who is a true god, for a mere mortal, it is simply suicide."

"The law of Freya Mosesfield is the fire of passion ignited by joy, despair, and excitement, and you who have lived through the night of the Gravekeeper's attack should know that power all too well; The offensive has severely damaged the almost undead Shadow Demon."

"No disrespect to you... Even if everything goes well, in Talia's eyes, the probability of your success is still very small, at most no more than one percent."

"It's nothing if it's just like this. After all, it's your choice, and Talia has no right to interfere." The girl paused slightly, and her eyes suddenly sharpened:

"But in order to ensure that you can safely enter Freya's realm, dear Anson must first allow her realm to be eroded by Freya; as a qualified fiancée, Talia cannot ignore her husband to do such a dangerous thing , without any hindrance!"

"Danger?"

Facing the aggressiveness of the girl, the young knight was stunned and looked at his close friend beside him in amazement.

"It's a little bit, but it's no big deal." An Sen waved his hand and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"She exaggerated."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a shock all over his body, and a biting chill rushed towards Tianling Gai from the back of his neck.

Looking at Anson's suddenly stiff expression, the unsmiling Talia, plus always silent, staring at William Gottfried, who looked at Freya with dark circles under his eyes, nodded silently:

"I see, what should I do?"

"It's very simple, we need to put in some 'insurance measures'."

A smile bloomed on the girl's face again, as gentle as the summer sea breeze in Beluga Harbor: "While the two of you set foot in Freya's domain, Talia is responsible for ensuring the safety of the three flesh-and-blood bodies."

"This requires you to let go of your guard and completely entrust your body to Talia—of course, including Freya Moses Field, just in case."

"Three?" Louis was keenly aware of the key to the girl's words.

"Fleia Mosesfield Jr.... Your Majesty's domain is devastated by the laws of nature, and there is a highly uncontrollable situation."

William, who has always been silent, finally spoke: "With an expert who is good at communication assisting, it will be much more convenient for the two of you to act."

A look of confusion appeared on the young knight's face.

He doesn't doubt the identity of the other party's expert, but when it comes to being good at communication and being able to step into a broken field like himself and Anson... Looking at William's skinny body and two big dark circles, he is really not convinced. force.

Anson looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on Talia:

"let us start."

"Um."

The girl nodded slightly, with a "reassured" expression in her eyes.

Before she came, she had communicated with her father Rune, and there was an apostle in the care of her. Even if Freya went berserk due to various accidents, it would never endanger the lives of Beluga Harbor and Anson.

As for the other two... that was not in her consideration.

In the next second, thick flesh and blood instantly filled the entire room.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Louis felt that he was wrapped in countless slippery tentacles, and some kind of viscous liquid frantically poured into his nose, mouth, eyes and ears; soon, even the pores all over his body were covered. You can feel the touch that penetrates into your body.

"Relax, relax, don't resist..."

In the darkness, the young knight kept muttering to himself in his heart, suppressing the urge to resist; but this process did not last long, and his spirit began to become dazed, as if he had fallen into the sea, and was swayed by intense tiredness. Pulling with sleepiness, falling continuously, falling towards the bottomless bottom...

Until the touch of the body returned again, Louis, who felt a biting chill, suddenly opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was a sky of ice and snow, and a magnificent and gorgeous city shrouded in ice and snow.

"This, this is..."

Louis' pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately recognized that the building in front of him was the Royal Court of Iser!

"This is the landscape in Freya Mosesfield's mind, and the spiritual realization of the realm."

Anson Bach slowly walked to the young knight's side, pointed to the dilapidated city gate not far away and was almost completely buried by snowflakes: "Of course, it was eroded and destroyed by the laws of nature."

Looking around, the young knight raised his right hand slightly, and the howling cold wind mixed with bone-piercing ice particles and snowflakes smashed into his palm, making the palm that could break the iron with a knife and almost lost consciousness.

Not only the body, he found that the power of his bloodline had also lost its response, as if it disappeared or did not exist at all.

"I am very sure of that."

William Gottfried's voice suddenly sounded: "This is the realm of Freya Mosesfield - albeit broken - unless you can get her permission, or the ability to bend reality is powerful enough to fight the realm. Law, otherwise no ability can work."

"What's more, you are still an independent consciousness at the spiritual level, and you are already in a state of semi-detachment from your body. It is normal that you cannot use the power of blood."

Um? !

Louis was stunned for a moment, and looked around him in astonishment; but no matter how he looked, there was no sign of the "technical consultant".

"Don't waste your energy, Sir Louis Bernard, I'm by your side." William said lazily:

"At your feet more precisely—see that lantern? Yes, it's me."

The young knight lowered his head, and a lantern half buried in the snow came into his eyes, emitting a faint orange-red light.

Anson and Louis showed a dull expression while tacit understanding.

"You, how are you..."

"I told you that I am very good at communication." The lantern shook, shaking off the snow on the handle: "Under the laws of Her Majesty Freya Moses Field, this is the safest form."

"The only trouble is that I can't persuade Her Majesty Freya to believe that I am a 'lantern' and at the same time grow hands and feet to move freely, so... you have to carry me."

So the lantern can't move freely, but it's very reasonable to be able to talk like a human... An Sen couldn't help but complained in his heart.

The young knight who was still confused lifted up "William Gottfried", the faint light could only reflect a radius of less than two meters, and the distance was a cold darkness, but It is darkness that only drains the heat and does not block the view.

Bathed in the light of the lantern, Louis felt a lot warmer in his body, but as soon as he left the range of the light, the biting chill would soak into the skin again, penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and make him lose consciousness.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Two things, repair part of the damage caused by the erosion of natural laws, find Freya's consciousness, and then wake her up."

Also bathed in the wind and snow, Anson, who had already opened his realm, did not feel much coldness - he had experience in the Primordial Tower, even if it was eroded by the broken realm, he would not be affected by his laws in a short time. Too much influence: "That's why I said that if it was Freya, we might still have a chance."

"Unlike us evil conjurers, the Ysir elves are naturally awakened and linked to their emotions; therefore, when eroded by natural laws, they manifest themselves in the exact opposite way to the realm, resulting in Injury is also highly emotionally tied."

"Specifically, because her law is burning, her body will become cold when it is eroded, and the mental realm is also a scene of ice and snow; and the source of emotion is memory, and those injuries will become a certain part of her worst A memory that is willing to recall, or someone."

"As long as we kill that person in an appropriate way, or end that memory, we can repair her domain to a certain extent; of course, this level is far from enough, we still have to find her consciousness and wake it up. - but those that were patched could give some information about where her consciousness was!"

Anson explained patiently: "Not only that, repairing these injuries will also help to awaken her consciousness; after all, the realm is the real body of Freya, recover as much as possible, and the probability of her being able to wake up will also be reduced. will be higher."

"I see!"

The young knight nodded suddenly, but immediately realized a problem: "By the way, aren't you a conjurer? Why do you know so much about spiritual things? I remember that this should be the category of black magic?"

"Uh, this is..."

An Sen was startled, then smiled awkwardly: "This is mainly because the person who turned me into a spellcaster...that person is the black mage."

The voice fell, and Louis, who originally wanted to continue the question, suddenly turned his head and remained silent.

In his thoughts, the reason why an excellent talent like Anson "fallen" into a spellcaster must have been forced helplessly; in this case, the vicious person who led him astray should also be deep in his heart. A shadow in the place, don't want to mention it to people easily, right?

If there is a chance, I must find the black mage and make him pay for his evil deeds... The young knight secretly said in his heart.

Although An Sen on the side didn't know why Louis suddenly didn't want to talk, but he didn't want to go further on this topic, to avoid exposing his own laws and to simulate the effect of black magic through "intelligence", he was naturally relieved.

The two who were suddenly silent held the "William Gottfried Card" lantern and walked slowly towards the gate of the Royal Court covered with ice and snow.

As they approached, the true appearance of the royal court of Iser began to appear in front of them.

Looking at the row upon row of buildings in front of him, An Sen's face showed a slightly curious expression; the last time he saw the city was at night, and most of the time he was walking through tunnels, and he didn't have the opportunity to appreciate her scenery. .

And Louis' face showed nostalgia and a bit of regret... He had lived here for nearly a year, and was very familiar with every plant and tree here; after that, he witnessed the destruction of the royal court in the war. Under the bombardment of the Knights Airship, it was reduced to ruins.

The Iser Royal Court in front of you seems to be complete, but almost all the pavilions, towers and gates are damaged, but the degree is slightly different; obviously in Freya's memory, the ruins and the prosperous Royal Court appear overlapping. , so it turned into this scene before them.

One is the hometown where she has lived for more than ten years, and the other is the sad place she was forced to leave.

Passing through the city gate, the calm street was covered with a layer of solid ice, and the dark red bloodstains and messy footprints could be vaguely seen below; Anson and Louis, who were silent, had the same idea again in tacit understanding: this is probably not an attack. It is related to the "court mutiny" initiated by Freya herself.

"Click, click, click..."

Just as they were all about to speak, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the front.

The voice was not heavy, and it even sounded a little staggering; but every step he took left cracks on the ice several centimeters thick.

An Sen, who raised his brows, immediately activated his "ability", while Louis, who stopped at the same time, frowned slightly and raised the "William" lantern in his hand.

The flickering lights reflected the darkness under the wind and snow, and a swaying figure with a hunched back was walking along the road in the middle of the city and appeared in their field of vision.

The man was dressed in fine Chinese clothes, and the wide-sleeved robe even dragged out nearly half a meter behind him; but the gorgeous clothes could not hide the thin figure, and the staggering old man could hardly hold up his own clothes. .

He also wears a crown on his head - it is composed of pure gold vines and thirteen leaves, each of which is inlaid with a gemstone, and there are three colors of red, white, and black... exquisite and unusual.

Holding the crown crookedly, dragging the clothes that could not be held up at all, the old man walked forward step by step, while still whispering something in his mouth:

"Ah... Freya... Beautiful and smart Freya..."

"Praise Freya...praise the great...the great Freya I...the Queen of the Ysir..."

"Long live Isir... The great Freya I... Long live..."

As he said ~www.readwn.com~, he took out a long knife full of Iser's style from his arms. At the same time, under the exquisite Chinese clothes, a completely ill-fitting breastplate was exposed, and his cheeks were breathing in a low voice. His expression seemed to be gnashing his teeth.

Looking at the approaching old man, An Sen frowned slightly:

"Who is he?"

"Igor Mosesfield!"

Louis and William blurted out almost at the same time, and the young knight's voice even trembled a little: "He is still the king of the last generation of Iser elves, and..."

"Fleia's father!"