I Will Be The Crowned King

In the long sound that penetrated through the eardrum, An Sen, whose eyes were flushed, resisted the dizziness and struggled to get up from the wall behind him, with hot liquid gushing out from the tip of his nose.

Lawrence, who was wearing a black windbreaker, stood in front of him, his body was a stench of dark red as if washed with blood, and his body like broken glass was covered with cracks from head to toe, but the bleeding right hand still held " Dagger" revolver, holding it tightly, aiming the muzzle at the black mage.

Anson, who was in a trance, took a second to understand the situation in front of him and everything that had just happened.

Lawrence Bernat, the seasoned Inquisitor, noticed the existence of the Black Mage the first time he entered the Chamber of Secrets, but pretended not to; he also deliberately revealed flaws in front of Bron, giving himself a chance to blow up his brain.

In the end, Mace Hornard didn't show up... If it wasn't for the power of the "Wild Hunter Knight" bloodline, he would probably have been torn to shreds by now.

No, that's not right... According to the "Three Old Gods Research", black magic cannot harm entities, and the blow of Mace Hornard should still be a mental injury, making Lawrence's consciousness "think" that he has been torn apart Fragments...and he came back to life.

Not relying on the "power of blood" that gives him defense and weakening all damage, but the incomparably powerful willpower trained by the power of blood!

As for why the Black Mage didn't realize that he was still alive... Lawrence, who was a little vain, threw the mechanical box to Anson, and gently supported the incomparably delicate monocle on his face with his left hand.

"Anonymous glasses?"

A sarcastic smile flashed across the corner of Mace Hornard's mouth: "It turned out to be it, no wonder I was deceived... Now even dignified judges can use enchanted items, times have really changed!"

The pale-faced Lawrence didn't say a word, "Clang!" With a crisp sound, he pulled out the axe and spear nailed to the ground.

"And you went to great lengths to hurt my hand?"

The Black Mage said slightly sarcastically, slowly raised his **** right hand, and pointed the palm of the **** blood hole at Lawrence and Anson:

"Seeing an existence that has surpassed you will also be injured and bleed. Can it slightly offset the fear in your heart?"

Boom—!

A loud noise rang in the ears of the two at the same time, and the entire secret room began to vibrate violently as if it was about to collapse.

No, not in the ears, but in the mind... An Sen's expression changed suddenly, and the vibration came from his own consciousness.

"Anson, run!"

Lawrence suddenly shouted, and the "dagger" in his right hand roared at the black mage at the same time:

"Escape and lock the door!"

Lawrence Bernat, he wants to lock himself and the black mage together in this cathedral, a dark room more than ten meters underground!

The moment he took over the mechanical box, Anson decisively turned his head and ran towards the door.

Just as he turned around and ran away, the entire secret room began to collapse rapidly. The door in front of him exploded several cracks without warning. Dark red blood plasma and green-yellow pus were mixed together and overflowed from the cracks.

A strange low roar like a beast came from behind the door.

After hesitating for a moment, An Sen, who clenched his teeth, couldn't care to hide it, and directly rubbed the [Rifeng] on the soles of his feet, kicking him to the position below the door handle.

"Boom!"

The door, which should have been taken into consideration, shattered in response, and the crack that kept overflowing with blood and pus revealed a huge lump of flesh that looked like a tumor, tightly wrapping his right foot in it.

In the next second, countless small granulation buds that looked like pores appeared in the meat block, and hard things that looked like teeth grew rapidly on the top of the granulation.

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

The shocked Anson didn't even have time to feel sick. He immediately drew his gun and fired six shots at the meat around his legs. The hot lead bullets kept blasting the blood mist and residual meat on it.

The overflowing blood washed the floor under Anson's feet, with a strong suffocating stench, the flesh behind the door gradually turned into a **** mouth, and countless tiny tentacles stretched out from the mouth full of granulation, piercing the door. Sewing hit Anson.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet protruded from his left arm, and An Sen, who resisted the urge of nausea, waved his blade, tentacles exploded in front of him, and the blood mist all over the sky wet him from head to toe.

"what are you waiting for?!"

Lawrence's shout came from behind: "Run, Anson Bach!"

"I try my best!"

An Sen of Blade Row Dance gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you see..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Anson suddenly realized that it was really possible that Lawrence could not see the twisted appearance of the door.

Even the distorted world they saw was completely different!

With the help of "ability", Anson's mind reflected the battle of Lawrence and Mace Hornard: the blood-stained ferocious blade approached the figure of the black mage again and again, but could always be calmly avoided by the opponent; the scorching lead The bullets brushed past, making a helpless shriek in the air.

Probably in his eyes, he is also standing in front of the door, fighting with the air.

Since this is the case, it means that I don't have to hide anything anymore.

The silver bayonet that was pulling the afterimage tore through the air, and pierced into the fang-filled **** mouth behind the door from the center of the crack.

"Pfft!"

The ice-cold tip of the knife penetrated the entire length, and blood plasma and pus were sprayed on Anson's body like a geyser.

An Sen, who was in need of the crown, didn't give up, the right hand that pierced the flesh continued to slide between the sticky and smooth flesh, and kept going deeper.

The chunks of meat behind the door began to vibrate even more violently, and granulations kept turning into tentacles with fangs, attacking Anson.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."

The sound of flesh and blood piercing and tearing is endless.

Eyeballs, throat, chest cavity, shoulder blades, arms, internal organs...

In the blink of an eye, he was soaked with his own blood plasma from head to toe, and countless tiny tentacles pierced all over his body; the right arm that penetrated into the **** mouth was even pierced by countless fangs and granulation.

There was darkness in front of him, and An Sen, who was enduring the heart-piercing pain, reflected his own miserable state at the moment; the body that was constantly overflowing with blood still maintained a complete sense of touch and pain.

Gritting his back molars tightly, Anson took a deep breath.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

With undisguised screams, he forcibly broke his right arm.

At the moment when the muscles and bones were broken, the [Gathering Flame] was rubbed on the bayonet clenched in the right arm and the right hand at the same time.

And then suddenly fell backwards.

"Boom!!!!"

The next second, the flames burst. The chunks of flesh that kept overflowing with plasma and pus struggled and wailed in the raging fire, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Then "disappeared" and all the wounds from head to toe of Anson who fell to the ground. His torn right arm also returned to its original shape, and there was no sign of any injuries at all.

Even the bayonet that was supposed to be burnt to ashes in the sea of ​​fire lay quietly beside him.

No matter how many illusions the Black Mage can create, the false is always false; the Conjurer has the privilege of distorting reality-within a radius of 20 meters, Anson can "break" Mace Hornard's " phantom".

This is how conjurers fight... It has nothing to do with strength, it belongs to the fundamental difference between the two types of power.

Of course, Anson is also very clear that conjuration magic has a time limit to distort reality, and it will stop when the spell is cast, but black magic has no such limit; he also does not expect that relying on a small magic like [Gathering Flame], it will be a reversal and a " The key to victory and defeat between black mages at the level of Blasphemy Mage.

But at least there is a chance of survival.

"boom!"

He kicked the door of the secret room again. This time, the door panel didn't crack, nor did blood plasma and pus leak from the crack, and the door opened in response.

What appeared behind the door was a twisting and spiraling corridor, in which countless shadows lingered in the darkness of the flickering lights, and from the darkness toward the side of the door, ferocious tentacles and sharp claws stretched out.

A black mage's smile came from Anson's back.

"Anson Bach, my dear Anson Bach..."

Mace Hornard, whose shoulders shrugged, kept laughing, but the reserved and bland laughter sounded like crazy and chaotic ravings, mixed with countless noises and reverberations, resounding in Anson's mind.

"Do you think I will control the casting range within this secret room?"

"You think I've done my best to deal with the two of you?"

"Hehehe...My lovely student, even if you are betrayed mercilessly, your innocence and simplicity will still impress me time and time again!"

Quickly dodging Lawrence's almost uninterrupted violent offensive, Mace Hornard's words sounded in Anson's mind without any waves.

A judge with strong willpower to "deny death", the black mage did not dare to completely hypnotize Lawrence, and he had "anonymous glasses" on his body. Although he was not strong, it made it difficult for the black mage to focus on Lawrence.

As for Lawrence Bernat, who "deceived" himself, Mace Hornard didn't plan to kill him immediately; he wanted to completely break the judge's will and drag him into the nightmare he created.

"The 30,000 thugs outside the Red Brick Street have been hypnotized by me. Even if they are torn to pieces, they will desperately rush into the cathedral and smash it into ruins."

"Your soldiers, the judges of the Truth-seeking Order in ambush in the cathedral... They have all been dragged into hallucinations and fought in endless hallucinations."

"So my dear student, you guessed one thing right - I bet all this is not as simple as taking away the "Great Magic Book", I want all this..."

"Everything is annihilated!"

An Sen stood in the darkness, his pupils became more and more frightened as the ravings kept clear in his mind, and strange and twisted shadows hit him from the spiral corridor.

The cold touch spreading from his head to his spine was causing him to lose control of his body little by little.

"Don't listen!"

Lawrence's cry sounded again, and the icy axe spear launched a whirling barrage at the muzzle, roaring and attacking the black mage.

He didn't care whether he could hurt Mace Hornard, as long as he could hold back part of his energy and prevent him from leaving the secret room.

"He is trying to invade your consciousness. Once you get out of control, you will completely lose your ability to think and become a puppet of the Black Mage!"

Lawrence is very aware of the methods of the Black Mage. As the most experienced judge of the Truth Seeking Order, he sometimes even feels unparalleled torture because of his "experience" - it is because of these tortures that his will is as strong as a rock; No matter how crazy, the bizarre and indescribable hallucinations will not make him lose his mind.

But he still said it was a step too late...

An Sen's vision gradually solidified, and the world reflected in his pupils was rapidly twisting into a chaotic color. The stiff, unconscious right hand struggled to lift up, and the bayonet dropped from the palm of his hand slashed his wrist, and he was also completely stunned. I don't know.

"Snapped!"

A crisp finger snap sounded.

The next second, An Sen, who was about to become a puppet, turned into a puff of translucent smoke, roaring into the endless spiral corridor.

Since distorted reality can touch the illusion around it, the reverse can also release the control from the black mage!

Returning to the normal person from the smoke, An Sen pulled out the "dagger" revolver from his arms, and hid the mechanical box in his right hand. Conjuring, he pulled out the silver-white dagger from under the hem of the windbreaker, closing the door and firing straight ahead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The screeching gun flames penetrated the shadows gushing out from the darkness one after another, and the shattered lead bullets exploded into dazzling blazing flames—every shot was stamped with [Gathering Flame] by Anson.

The swirling firelight constantly distorts everything in front of you, and the towering door of the secret room is accompanied by a surging raging fire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ interweaving and overlapping between reality and illusion.

But more and more shadows poured out of the darkness... At first only a little, but with the constant explosions and trimmed reality, it was like a stress response, like a swarm of crazy rats in the sewer to Anson , trying to block.

"Pfft—!"

The silver-white dagger tore a gap in the shadows, but it was quickly filled by countless shadows; Anson, who had run out of ammunition, didn't even have time to reload it, and was endlessly in the corridor. Endless shadows engulf.

He knew very well that Lawrence, who was fighting Bron before this went on, was his fate, bound by shadows, torn apart, and eventually turned into a pool of unrecognizable minced meat; and his willpower was compared with that of the Inquisitor, Absolutely far from it.

Just when he was in a desperate situation, An Sen suddenly felt a very familiar voice coming from behind him, his head wrapped in shadows twisted desperately, and looked behind him.

It was a thin figure, running wildly in the endless spiral corridor, the rifle in his hand kept roaring, and the blood-stained bayonet was in front of her, dividing all shadows and illusions into two.

"An-Sen-!!!!"

The unstoppable violent momentum and the shouts that ran through everything made Anson stunned.

"As expected, I guessed right..."

Muttering to himself, Mace Hornard raised his head sharply, there was no surprise in his eyes that the phantom was broken in front of Lisa, only endless excitement and madness.

"Lisa Bach, you are the blood descendant of the apostle 'August'..."

"You are the last August blood!"