I Will Be The Crowned King

Time goes back to two days ago...

"You want me to shoot you?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the empty study, and Lawrence Bernat, who had always been calm, showed incredible astonishment.

"That's not what it meant at all." Anson glanced at the door behind him and waved his hand to signal for the other party to make a little noise - Lisa was listening outside the door.

"First of all, this is a preparatory plan, and secondly, it is not as exaggerated as you said; I mean in case, in case I need your help, and you happen to be by my side, I will give you a signal, don't hesitate , with an axe gun - definitely not a 'dagger' - aim at my torso from… er… almost six or seven meters away, then pull the trigger, it's that simple, get it?"

An Sen, who finally explained it clearly, heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the other party with ease.

Lawrence, who frowned slightly, thought for a minute, then stared at Anson in confusion: "I still don't understand, what's the difference between this and 'shoot you'?"

"Am I not detailed enough?" Anson scratched his head more confused than he was:

"Then let me explain it again, first of all this is a..."

"etc!"

Lawrence hurriedly interrupted Anson and carefully considered his words:

"You mean...you won't die?"

"Uh...I can't say...it's totally...not going to die, right?"

An Sen frowned. Strictly speaking, he only used the power of his own blood once and a half. If Thunder Fort was a success, then the "former Ansen" couldn't be considered a failure. Not a living dead?

He still wasn't sure what the conditions for the activation of his bloodline power were, and what was the working principle, whether he was dying or was he completely dead? How long is the "skill cooldown" period?

And to activate the power of the bloodline with such harsh conditions, An Sen, who is more afraid of death, has always had the attitude of not using it if he can.

"Let me ask another question, what is this for?"

Lawrence stared at Anson: "You want me to cooperate with your plan, even if you don't tell me all, at least give me a reason."

"Trust." An Sen nodded solemnly:

"Only by doing this can the Black Mage and his people absolutely trust me; if the situation is serious to a certain extent, only in this way can they not have the slightest suspicion of me."

"As I said, this is a preparatory plan, an emergency measure at a critical moment, and it may not be used - and I really don't want to use it, I don't want to at all!"

"But if the situation is that serious...hope your gun is accurate and far enough away."

"I can't promise you anything." Lawrence frowned, staring at Anson's face with dark eyes:

"But I promise you."

"thanks."

Anson, who was very grateful, smiled at Lawrence. It is still a bit difficult to convince others about this kind of thing; there is no way to deal with Mace Hornard, whose strength is unknown and who may have become a "blasphemy mage", although most of the courts also have their own plan, but the more preparatory plans are always the better.

"I have another question."

Lawrence stood up and asked in a somewhat skeptical tone: "This preparatory plan of yours...how severe is it going to be used?"

How serious... An Sen thought about it seriously, then couldn't help laughing, and shrugged indifferently:

"Almost... when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, right?"

"But I don't think it should reach that point, um, not."

………………

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Anson picked up the revolver that Bronne had dropped on the ground, crouched down and fired three shots each to his head and heart; watching the indifferent face and torso explode in front of him, it was absolutely impossible to die. After he died, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had seen Bronx make a shot, Anson still found that he had seriously underestimated his strength-he always thought that Bronn's strength was at most the level between the third and fourth orders, which was limited by one order higher than himself; The caster of the dark magic department is not very good at fighting, and it should be easy to deal with him.

But judging from the battle just now, Braun definitely has a fourth-order strength, and his power over black magic goes beyond the level of simple use, and has reached what Mace Hornard called a "qualitative leap".

On this point, as a "bystander" who has been resurrected from the dead, Anson has the most right to speak; first of all, the two resident illusions dodged the initial axe and spear throwing and the six revolvers, followed by a whole set of fluent mental control and Reading the memory, even Lawrence's experienced Inquisitor has been hit in a row, and he even forgot to arrange two deceptive illusions around the middle to block all the stairs from the center...

If it wasn't for his death, Bronne mistakenly thought that he had not betrayed him, and put too much energy into Lawrence's body to read his memory, I'm afraid he would have been noticed before he was resurrected, rather than the other way around like he is now.

As Bloane died, the visions around him gradually shattered; the kerosene lamps in the secret room and outside the door re-lit the darkness, smoked guns and axe nailed to the wall, the saber still in the scabbard around his waist, completely without Signs of being pulled out.

This is also the reason why Bloane is so confident... From beginning to end, Lawrence was fighting him with his bare hands, unaware of it.

Lawrence, who was beside him, finally got up from the ground full of blood plasma, brains, internal organs and bone fragments; his complexion was a little pale, but he did not leave any wounds on his body, and even the triangular hat on his head was intact.

"How do you feel?" Anson, covered in blood, immediately picked up the revolver on the ground and Bron's stabbing sword, and strode forward:

"Are you injured?"

Lawrence glanced at himself quickly, shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

"you sure?"

"Sure, this is not the first time I have played against a spellcaster who uses black magic. I am very aware of my current situation."

"Oh, all right!"

Anson nodded quickly, and then said impatiently, "Now I need you to tell me something immediately, just now..."

"Click."

The crisp sound of knocking on the hammer rang in his ears, making Anson stunned for a moment.

The bloodless Lawrence stood up straight, holding the revolver pulled from his arms in his right hand, and aimed the gun at Anson.

"No, Anson Bach, you should tell me something first."

"I saw with my own eyes that you were hit by my axe gun... No, I should have seen you killed by me with my own eyes, I saw at least twenty bullet holes hit by lead bullets in your body, and your heart and lung lobes should have been shot Broken; even if it wasn't broken, you would never have survived with that amount of blood!"

"I have checked the records on your bloodline power, and it only mentions that you have good dynamic vision, and some simple physical enhancements - not quite in line with the characteristics of the Holy Grail Knight's bloodline, but the ability to wake up early bloodline power is not good. Not without clear precedents."

"But it's just 'strengthening'...however you look at it, it has nothing to do with 'resurrection', right?"

Facing Lawrence's question, Anson pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his eyes flashing quickly.

The judge also looked at him, holding the revolver of the hammer firmly in his hand.

After being silent for an unknown period of time, An Sen finally couldn't help sighing and said helplessly:

"That's the power of my bloodline."

"The power of blood?"

Lawrence raised his eyebrows:

"But I remember that you don't know..."

"I don't know what the power of my bloodline is. That's right, I lied." Now that he said it, An Sen, who rolled his eyes, simply broke the jar and threw it:

"Because its abilities are too special and weird, I don't plan to tell anyone this secret until I thoroughly understand the price and conditions of use, that's all! Can you tell me what happened just now? This is true Very important!"

This is the only thing Anson knows about the power of his own bloodline so far - the memory within fifteen minutes before "death" will be wiped clean and nothing will be left.

So now he urgently needs to know what happened at that time, so that he can make up his mind to use the power of his blood; the memory in his mind only stays until he and Bronne walk down the stairs and open the door of the secret room.

Looking at Anson who was so eager to grit his teeth, the silent Lawrence had deep eyes.

After a while, the judge finally nodded slightly.

"It's still hard for me to believe it, but what you said is indeed reasonable, and there is indeed a precedent for the Holy Grail Knight's bloodline with the ability to recover. It is also completely understandable that such an extreme ability will be concealed."

He paused and put away the revolver in his hand:

"The Ring of Order testifies, I will keep this matter a secret for you."

"Thank you!"

Anson nodded quickly... When he decided to use this ability, he knew that most of it could not be hidden from the other party; as for the other party's promise, he didn't take it to heart.

A qualified plan will never take a promise that others have not written in black and white, that has legal effect or can cause serious consequences seriously, otherwise it will really easily hurt your feelings.

For the next minute, while recalling, Lawrence recounted what had just happened to Anson from beginning to end.

He spoke in great detail, in the style of an old father telling a bedtime story to his little daughter before the bed; Anson's expression was like hearing a bedtime story: from anticipation to tension, then relaxation, surprise... and finally panic to the eyes Protruding, the whole body is tense from head to toe, and the cold sweat is constantly flowing on the back of the neck like a note.

"What, you mean Mace... the black mage didn't show up?!"

Anson blurted out in shock.

Lawrence with a dignified expression nodded lightly: "After we found out that you disappeared, we thought he would show up after you, but it didn't - until we noticed that the door of the underground secret room was opened, and then came down to take a look at the situation, what is the problem? ?"

What's the problem... Anson glanced at Bronny's corpse on the ground and said in a stunned tone:

"Didn't you notice the purple moon outside?"

"What purple moon?" Lawrence asked rhetorically:

"We didn't notice any signs of large-scale use of magic at all, and the only casters we noticed were Serra Virgil and Bron... Anson Bach, what are you talking about?"

At that moment, Anson's expression froze.

be cheated!

I subconsciously thought that Bron would definitely appear with Mace Hornard, so I didn't have any doubts when I saw the purple moon, but the black mage didn't appear? !

If he hadn't shown up with Bron, he'd be here now...

not good!

Looking at Anson's rapidly changing face, Lawrence couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"We have to get out of here, immediately!" An Sen said solemnly:

"It can't be delayed any longer, it will be too late!"

"It's too late, what's too late?"

"Mace Hornard, his calculus from the very beginning was not as simple as taking away The Great Magic Book!"

Anson was so nervous that he gritted his teeth, and his scalp went numb.

"He wants so much more than this - destroying the Cathedral of Clovis, eradicating the Order of Truth, looting the coffers of the Church of Order - and he will burn all this to ashes and bring order to the kingdom of Clovis. Only when the church is completely ruined can he create enough chaos for him to escape without being discovered!"

"Inquisition all his criminal records, these are because Luther Franz always suppressed this matter and did not report it, so all the clues and information are in this church; destroy this place and then eradicate the entire Seeking Order, he You can start all over again!"

"correct answer."

An incomparably familiar, incomparably gentle voice sounded from behind An Sen:

"Anson Bach, my dear student, you always bring me endless surprises."

An Sen, who was tense all over, slowly turned his head back, his expression extremely stiff.

In a dead silence, Mace Hornard sat on a chair in front of the St. Isaac's steam difference engine; in a straight suit, the delicate monocle under the top hat reflected the reflection~www.readwn. com~ And the chair he sits on...

It's exactly the same chair that Anson sat on when he "encountered" him for the first time in a dream.

"I have to admit, I am really surprised that you can fool Bloane."

Directly ignoring Lawrence Bernat on the side, the black mage smiled gently at Anson: "He is a smart kid, very loyal, I always thought you couldn't pass him; but obviously I was wrong, Bron's complacency turned into a sword that pierced his heart."

"So as a reward, dear Anson, I'll give you a chance to reform." The black mage sitting on the chair stretched out his right hand to Anson:

"Give me the box where the "Great Magic Book" is stored. In return, I will no longer care about your previous betrayal."

The moment the voice fell, Lawrence, who had been standing behind Anson, decisively raised his axe and pistol, aimed at Mace Hornard and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

The sound of the explosion piercing the eardrum rang in Anson's ear.

The stiff-faced Anson's eyes were wide open, and his sight was reddened by the spewing minced meat and blood.

Just now, Lawrence Bernat, the most experienced judge of the Truth Seeking Order, was alive in front of him...

exploded to pieces.

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