I Will Be The Crowned King

The latest website: Just as a flash of surprise flashed in the corner of Ansen's eyes, the staggering Elf King Yisel suddenly stopped, and with his withered right hand, he drew out a long knife, and the sharp blade pointed to two people and one lamp.

"Baby-"

An Sen subconsciously opened the field, launched a "plan" to copy a misty pipe at the corner of his mouth, and then created a translucent smoke wall through [Smoke Entertainment Home] to block the two of them.

The young knight who was slightly absent-minded silently pulled out the saber around his waist, and hung "William" on the left side of his belt, while tensing his heartstrings.

But the old elf king did not strike the sword as they expected; not only that, the withered arm seemed to be unable to grip the hilt of the sword at all, and the horizontal blade trembled and swayed in the cold wind.

Um?

Anson and Louis glanced at each other quickly, and at the same time saw some doubts on each other's faces.

Then, they found that a golden red fire and gushing smoke suddenly appeared behind the Elf King; the familiar picture and smell made the expressions of the two suddenly change:

"The enemy fire is coming!"

"boom-!!"

There was no line of soldiers in the empty streets, but there was a deafening roar of volleys of gunfire; hundreds of bullet marks roared, and the "smoke wall" arranged by An Sen instantly shattered.

Without any hesitation, the two dodged to the left and right of the street respectively - facing the line of dense fire in an open area without shelters and obstacles, gathering would only suspect that the opponent's guns were not accurate enough.

While moving fast, An Sen started to operate [Smoke Entertainment Home] again, turning the shredded smoke into more than a dozen fence-style bunkers, scattered in the open area between the two and the Elf King, At the same time, the concentration of the remaining part was increased, covering most of the streets.

Although the domain was suppressed due to the erosion of the law, the "smoke bunker" he created could not block the volley of the Elf King's volleys; but at least it could block his vision.

Louis, who immediately understood, lowered his body, held his breath, bypassed one bunker after another in a posture of walking through the trenches, and approached the Elf King.

He has enough confidence that the "Igor Moses Field" in front of him is the product of the erosion caused by the damage of Freya's domain and a memory that she recalled not far away.

"And if you want to repair the erosion, you must completely defeat it - more accurately, kill it completely!" "William", who was hung on the waist of the young knight, said in a very firm tone:

"Because the power of Iser elves is closely related to their emotions, it must be defeated in the most ideal way with this memory, that is, with Freya's heart, otherwise, unless it directly erodes the realm, the spirits shaped by these memories will be defeated. The body does not disappear."

"boom-!!"

The deafening volley of guns struck again, and the dazzling gun flames instantly swept the "smoke fence" in the front row, tearing the smoke that blocked the view into a thousand holes.

"Is there a more specific method?!" The expressionless young knight sprinted quickly, and the whistling bullet marks kept passing by him.

Although unable to use the power of blood, Louis Bernard's physical fitness and insight into the environment, the reaction speed is still excellent, and there is a world of difference between someone who has to refresh the lower limit to gain an advantage once his ability fails.

"I don't know, it's up to you." William said with a tone like lying flat: "Among the three of us, only you and Her Majesty Freya have had intimate contact. You must recall the time when you were in Freya. In your impression, what is her father's weakness, or the thing she fears the most?"

"you sure?"

"That's natural." The lantern's voice suddenly became serious again:

"This is science, Sir Louis Bernard, and you must believe in science!"

At the same time, Anson, relying on the young knight to attract firepower, hid behind the smoke, and at the same time quickly expanded his "ability" to the surrounding area, directly covering the entire spiritual realm of the royal court of Iser, Freya.

When explaining the situation to Louis, he did not tell the truth completely, that is, although they will definitely encounter damage caused by the erosion of natural laws, not all of them have to face it, as long as the most critical gaps are repaired.

also. Repairing the damage will not allow them to find Freya's consciousness, and it is not necessary, because this is not a secret to the current self, just open the "power", and the target can be determined in an instant.

Soon, dense purple light spots appeared in the scene in An Sen's mind, three of which were the most obvious, namely the church, the palace, and... the elf king in front of him.

Freya's consciousness was entrenched in an inconspicuous palace deep in the palace, surrounded by raging flames, completely isolated from the surrounding ice and snow.

If you guessed correctly, it should be possible to avoid the eyes of the laws of nature only by controlling the scale to this extent. For this reason, the eroding natural forces almost completely control their own domain... An Sen secretly said in his heart.

To ensure the safety of Freya's consciousness after awakening, the three most obvious flaws must be repaired, otherwise it is the same as forcibly waking up a person who has not slept for three days and three nights to prevent him from falling asleep.

"boom-!!"

The neat sound of gunfire interrupted his thinking, and the young knight with several bloodstains on his body was forced to dodge backwards, and dozens of stray bullets landed scattered around Anson.

At this time, the trembling long knife in the hand of the Elf King slowly turned and aimed at his position.

"For...Isher's glory...for Moses Field's...future!"

The old Igor shouted hoarsely, his face was completely distorted with a crooked crown, and his eyes were also stained with blood full of hatred.

Anson immediately tried to dodge, while continuing to create smoke to create opportunities for himself and Louis; if it was a real battle, he could also avoid the opponent by replicating the effect of "anonymous glasses", but now he opened the field and stepped into Freya Mental vision is no less than holding a searchlight in the dark.

So it is better to use the fact that his goal is "big enough" to create some opportunities for Louis - after all, he is the one who knows Freya best.

"It's now!"

William, who was hanging on the young knight's waist, shook: "The Elf King's attention has shifted, do you remember any memory related to his weakness?!"

"I don't know!" Louis, who had just been forced back once, frowned:

"Although I don't have a good impression of His Majesty Igor, in Freya's eyes, he is always a wise, wise, and kind father, with no weaknesses, and..."

"You are wrong! The more powerful and wise the image is in memory, the more obvious their weakness will be, because the impression is one-sided and incomplete, and the mental body that has been shaped will only be more obvious in this regard! "

William paused, as if he realized something: "You just said there is more, what else?"

"And..." Louis' face was even more ugly:

"And...I feel like something is not right."

"What's wrong? I don't quite understand this very colloquial language... uh, sorry, you're right!"

This time even William's voice became a lot more flustered.

The young knight looked up, and several golden-red meteors were piercing the sky and steadily hitting the street where they were.

There is still no sign, still can't see the shadow of any cannon, still follows the direction pointed by the Elf King's long sword, directly covering the entire area.

"For... Iser's glory!"

"boom-!!"

The meteor that ripped apart the snow and snow burst into dazzling fireworks in the silver-white sky.

The stunned Louis turned his head to look behind him, and Anson, who was expressionless, still kept the gesture of snapping his fingers.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

Although in order to avoid hurting Freya, she cannot reversely erode her domain, but it is not difficult to see through her laws and nullify them through insight.

This is also the advantage of the "planning" rule... Although it does not seem to be very strong, it is very adaptable. With the "power" that can gain insight and information, it can cope with almost all situations.

"If you tarnish the glory of Iser, you must not be fortunate enough to be forgiven by the ring of order!"

The voice of the Elf King suddenly became extremely angry, and the trembling Iser sword in his hand suddenly raised above his head: "The thunder of the gods will punish and wipe out the sins that should not exist."

The icy blade fell sharply, making a harsh and sharp whistling.

Just when they hadn't figured out the situation, a pitch-black hole appeared in front of them, big enough to put their heads in.

Although it was almost translucent, the faces of the two who still recognized the face of the thing changed instantly.

This is... a sixty-eight pound caron? !

"Boom-!!"

The roar of smashing everything echoed in the street for a long time. Although he managed to avoid the deadly muzzle at the moment he was smashed to pieces, An Sen, who was unprepared, still felt dark in front of his eyes, and his tinnitus kept echoing in his mind. "Abilities" are also forcibly turned off.

He looked forward subconsciously, the young knight's pale face and ears were already full of blood, but his figure was still as determined and determined as his eyes. The body supported by the long knife was like a marble pillar, as stable as a mountain.

"Anson!" Louis stood up suddenly, and shouted while waving his knife and rushing to the Elf King:

"I think of what to do to defeat His Majesty Igor!"

"clear!"

Resisting the dizziness, An Sen snapped his fingers again, and the smoke controlled by [Yan Yujia] once again blocked the vision of the Elf King, and at the same time, two consecutive golden-red light beams attacked the hunched figure wielding a long sword.

Conjuration, [Hunting]

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The golden-red fire continued to explode around the Elf King, and neither the flames, explosions nor smoke did any damage to him, as if these were just phantoms that coexisted.

But this is enough, Anson's purpose is only to create some distractions, to attract his attention to himself, and to gain a chance for Louis who is approaching.

Seemingly aware of something, the Elf King raised his long sword again, and the golden-red gun flame lit up behind him.

And this time, the number is three times that of the previous one!

"boom-!!"

The sound of neat rows of gunfire shook the empty streets, and hundreds of bullet wounds whizzed past, large enough to instantly turn a compact infantry company into a corpse.

But...it wasn't enough to stop a knight named "Louis Bernard"!

Waving the long knife that had several more gaps, the young knight's face, shoulders, and arms were covered with buckshot wounds, but nothing could slow him down.

The distance of more than ten meters seemed to him a distance that was enough to cross just by stepping forward; the sharp blade in his hand seemed to be a hunting beast showing its fangs.

Almost at the same time, the afterimages of a whole row of artillery pieces appeared under the buildings on both sides of the street, and the dark and cold muzzles instantly locked onto his galloping figure.

"call-"

The expressionless An Sen snapped his fingers again, and the original smoke dissipated, forming "smoke walls" dozens of meters high on both sides of the street, blocking the front of the muzzle.

Although it was still not enough to block the artillery fire, it could at least prevent the Elf King from aiming.

"Boom-!! Boom-!! Boom-!!"

The sound of thunderous cannons shook the streets, and the buildings on both sides collapsed in the smoke and fireworks of the explosion, mixed with the collapsing smoke and shattered ice dust, playing an exciting symphony.

"clang-!"

A knife smashed the sharp blade in the hand of the elf king, and the young knight, panting slightly, looked at the aging, panicked face, with mixed feelings in his heart.

But this did not prevent him from placing the long knife on the right side of the frightened and angry Elf King's neck, and at the same time extending his right hand to the pistol on his waist:

"Igor Mosesfield, I, Louis Bernard, as an imperial knight and a royal military attache, pronounce your death sentence!"

That's right, this is what Freya fears most in her "wise and kind" father.

The rise of the Yisel elves depended on the connivance of the church and the support of the empire. Only then did UU read www.uukanshu.com have the strength to fight Clovis and vassalize the Seven Cities Alliance; therefore, they may not be afraid of once more The Clovis who defeated them for the first time, but must be in awe of the empire who helped them formidable.

In the eyes of his dear daughter, Igor Mosesfield, who once visited Xiaolong City and focused on the empire, probably relied on this alliance with the empire to bring the once-declining Iser elf to a powerful one. the way.

Then, after losing the aid of the empire, it quickly declined, fell into civil war, was exploited by the Clovis, and broke the royal court they were proud of... Louis' eyes flashed with pain.

After a brief hesitation, he aimed the gun at Igor's forehead and pulled the trigger sharply.

"boom-!"

The lead bullet pierced through the head of the Elf King, and the expression of despair gradually solidified on his face; the crooked crown fell to the ground, rolling on the cracked ice, rolling far and far.

eventually disappeared.