I Will Be The Crowned King

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The crisp cracking sound made the shocked young knight's eyes widen, and the "Freia Moses Field" in front of him continued to crack like an ice sculpture, gradually spreading from the head to the whole body.

The elf girl's smile was reflected in her trembling pupils. She raised her tattered right hand, took light steps, and approached Louis, who was standing there.

Every step of the way, the soles of the feet, which seemed to be more fragile than glass, would hear a crackling sound that was so sour.

"Crack-Crack-Crack-"

More and more fine ice particles continued to fall, and soon, the index finger of her right hand, the corner of her skirt, her left eye...a dozen or so "ice layers" shattered, revealing the inside.

It was a skin that was white and smooth like silk, with hardly any wrinkles visible, so that the flow of various bodily fluids in the body could be seen directly from the surface layer.

Although he was so shocked that he was speechless, Louis was very sure that this skin definitely did not belong to Freya!

"Crack-!"

Just when one person and one lamp were at a loss, the head of the elf girl was completely shattered, followed by the neck, shoulders, chest, arms, waist, legs...

When "Fleiya" completely turned into shattered ice, some kind of creature curled up under the solid ice finally protruded out of it.

It has an almost baby-like shape, but only the top of the head has denser, seaweed-like hair; the huge head directly occupies a quarter of its shape, resulting in such short limbs that it is almost impossible to tell whether it has joints or not, even with palms And the soles of the feet are also almost spherical in shape.

This near-human, non-human monster slowly raised its head, and under the almost non-existent "eyes" and "nose", slowly opened its toothless mouth, which could be split directly under the ears, and said:

"Louis..."

The young knight who was horrified suddenly trembled violently.

"what is this?!"

"I don't know!" William even had a vibrato in his words, stammering:

"Uh... it should be that the natural laws that have eroded into Freya's body have become entangled with some of her deep consciousness, causing interference from the world to appear in some... Against the realm where she is recovering fast!"

"So you can assume that it is actually no different from the memories you defeated before, it's just nature... some combination of natural laws." William's speech became faster and faster: "There is one point to pay attention to! "

"Where?"

"You can't beat it!"

The voice fell, and the young knight, who seemed to hear something incredible, was stunned for a few seconds, and then frowned slightly: "But it is the culprit that prevented Freya from waking up, right, there really is no other way? ?"

"There is one."

"Oh, please speak!"

"Turn your head, turn around, run, escape!"

William said it in one go: "That is the power of natural law, and it is all conjurers... No, it should be the most feared existence by all spellcasters, and now you are also relying on the power of spellcasters to set foot here; you are welcome to describe, It's just something designed to kill you."

"That...but the malice of this world!"

 …

"As expected, exactly as Talia thought."

In the hotel room full of flesh and blood, the girl sitting beside the bed showed a faint smile, as if she had obtained the dress she admired for a long time.

Freya Mosesfield, the life and death of a mere Iser elf is of course not in her consideration, but this elf may be one of the very few Iser elf in the world whose bloodline is extremely pure and who has awakened the power of the true god.

Their innate talents are enough to directly suppress the power of natural laws, rather than being like spellcasters, they need to avoid the influence of the world by controlling their own existence.

In other words, it is almost fatal to the casters, and the malice at this time is completely ignored by the Iser elves in most cases!

Even this time... completely exhausting one's own strength, taking advantage of the natural law to enter the erosion domain, and replacing it with an ordinary Blasphemy Mage who has only been promoted for a hundred years, will never be just an "easy" end like a coma; the body collapses, the spirit Dying is normal.

Of course, a desperate behavior like Freya's because of excitement is definitely not something that a blasphemer with normal spirit and intelligence can do.

But it is precisely because of this that it highlights how precious this opportunity is; let yourself find a way to deal with the interference of natural laws without any risk.

At this point alone, Talia already felt that her trip was worthwhile.

But this is not enough, in the face of the combination of "world malicious" power, Freya, whose realm has gradually recovered, seems to have the power to fight; if she can really do it, the elf Yser... This father said "Although A race that has flaws, but is close to perfection, may have a use value beyond its imagination.

"Sure enough, dear Anson, he will never let his poor fiancee suffer." Talia muttered to herself, her eyes filled with joy and infatuation fell on the man's cheek, which was just pale. The girl's eyes became more and more handsome:

"Want to step into that sacred hall and realize the grand vision of the evolution of all creatures... Only Talia herself can't do it."

"We will enter together, look at the remains of the true God, explore the truth of a thousand years ago, find a new evolutionary path, and then...the ultimate sublimation!"

The girl pursed her red lips, immersed in the infinite beauty of the moment.

…………

"boom-!!"

Pale snowflakes and solid ice are like a wave, spreading rapidly from under the monster born from the "elf girl", turning the surrounding into a country of ice and snow again at a speed visible to the naked eye; gravel, rubble, tower walls... What, instantly shattered into ice and snow all over the ground.

Louis, who was carrying William, didn't have time to think about it, and could only run fast with his back to the monster.

At this moment, although he still doesn't understand what happened, one thing is clear, that is, as long as he comes into contact with the other party's ice and snow, he will die.

Not only himself, Ansen Bach, but also Wilhelm Gottfried, who had become a lantern, would die.

This is not a force that they can confront or even contend with now!

"Then what should Freya do?" The young knight who ran wild frowned slightly:

"Since it's the culprit, wouldn't it be dangerous to let it rage in Freya's spiritual realm?"

"I want to tell you that it's not something we can control, but it doesn't seem to make sense!" William's voice sounded a little broken:

"So the only way is to awaken her consciousness and let Her Majesty Freya take back the power that belongs to her; since the law of nature has given up the erosion of her domain, it has gathered instead, proving that it wakes up to Freya's consciousness There is fear in this matter, in other words..."

"Fleia is about to wake up?!" Louis blurted out.

"Your Excellency is wise!" William flattered very rarely, and his excited voice seemed to want to applaud - but now he is just a lantern.

But at this moment, the young knight suddenly stopped running away and chose to face the monster instead; William, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly lost his soul:

"What are you doing?!"

"Do what a knight should do." Louis' expression was calm and determined, and there was no trace of panic:

"Since the other party fears that Freya is about to wake up, the only thing I can do now is to restrain the other party's attention and buy Freya as much time as possible."

At the same time as the voice fell, he hung the lantern in William's incarnation on his waist again, and once again pulled out the long knife that had been worn out.

William, who fell into silence again, couldn't help but sighed deeply:

"I'm just a scientist..."

The pale ice and snow rushed towards him, and Louis resolutely rushed towards a wall that had just been frozen in front of the left. He wanted to use the previous method of fighting the Elf King to keep getting closer to the monster, and focus the opponent's attention. on yourself.

But the result was not what he had hoped. Even the coldness blocked by the wall was still enough to cause damage... Not covered by the light of the lantern, the right hand wielding the long knife was soon covered with a thin layer of frost.

Louis, who lost the sense of his right hand in an instant, still didn't change his face, silently grabbed the gap where the "ice wall" collapsed and rushed towards the monster. At the same time, he pulled out the revolver behind his waist and pulled the trigger forward.

In the whistling sound of the tearing cold wind, the translucent lead bullet gradually had traces in the air, and the hot lead bullet became icy cold, and finally completely turned into a snowball and disappeared silently.

"Twenty meters!"

William shouted: "No matter what you want to do, you can't come within twenty meters of it!"

"clear!"

Louis' expression gradually became solemn, and his already sore legs slammed hard, rushing directly from the place to the high wall of the palace; rushing towards the monster along the wall that has not collapsed.

The monster that had been releasing ice and snow suddenly stopped, and finally realized the figure that had escaped, but now suddenly approached him.

"Louis..."

It reached his ears, and his toothless lips made a voice similar to that of an elf girl; in an instant, the high wall on which the young knight stood was completely frozen, and then cracked.

At the last second of the collapse, Louis, who jumped up, instinctively raised his long knife and slammed it down in the direction of the monster.

Then... a translucent water vapor appeared in the air, whistling towards the monster's head.

"Snapped-!"

Still in the 20-meter range that was about to approach, the water vapor condensed into solid ice and shattered into thousands of crystals in mid-air.

The landing Louis was startled. If I remember correctly, the power of his bloodline should not be used in Freya's spiritual realm, but this... Could it be...

"Anson?!"

The young knight turned his head to look with a little surprise, and his best friend who split up had appeared behind him at some point, manipulating the smoke hovering around, and restoring the wall palace that had just been destroyed by monster ice.

Outside the palace, the entire royal court of Iser has been plunged into a sea of ​​flames; even if there is a wall separated, Louis, who was shivering from the cold, found that his right hand began to regain consciousness.

Although he didn't understand the reason, his instinct told him that it was a good thing, and it should be that Freya's consciousness was awakening faster.

With the help of the "smoke wall", the ice mist released by the monster seemed to have experienced a certain degree of delay; taking advantage of this gap, An Sen, who ran all the way, came to the young knight panting.

"Five minutes, only five minutes!" Without giving Louis time to ask, he directly steals:

"I have opened up the realm, and you can now use your bloodline power at will, but over time it will erode and affect Freya's law; so we can only hold on for another five minutes, beyond this time we must retreat!"

The young knight's face changed, but he finally regained his original perseverance: "I see."

Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards the monster again at a speed beyond ordinary people.

Looking at the original "elf" who was full of malice in the world, An Sen sighed with a complicated expression and stood motionless.

It's not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't; if he observes carefully, he can even see a faint blue transparent ring under his feet, which is used to imprison his actions.

Spell magic, [Nine Palaces Chessboard].

This is another magic that Anson learned from the "Great Book of Magic". The effect is to create a field within the casting range, and everyone acts in a turn-based manner according to certain rules.

The so-called "turn system" means that when someone in the field is acting and has not stopped moving, no one else can act - of course, except for those who cannot act.

The reason for using this spell is not only to use the rules to temporarily confer the power of Louis' bloodline to suppress the actions of the monster wearing the elf skin, but the most important reason is that it will not affect Freya's spiritual realm. It won't do any harm to her laws either.

This is also the reason why An Sen is always **** in the whole battle - he is also a conjurer, and the field of law occupies almost 80% of his ability, but he can't use it easily.

"Oh, who told you that doing this would hurt me?"

At this moment, a slightly dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded above the burning royal court: "A mere heresy, but he stole some power from the true **** and became proud."

The familiar voice made Anson shudder.

Louis, who was still fighting with monsters, also raised his head in surprise and looked at the cloudy sky:

"Fleia?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the lantern hanging around his waist—William Gottfried—suddenly shook violently, and he broke free and fell to the ground; the shattered lantern poured out a faint candle flame, and the ground outlined three lines. A magic circle composed of runes sucked Louis and Anson into it at the same time.

Just as the two disappeared, flames fell from the sky.