I Will Be The Crowned King

"Hmm...hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The screaming Phil Crecy twitched and fell to the ground, as if some living creature was wriggling under his blood-stained hands and forearms, trying to tear apart this flesh-and-blood body.

Soon, a sarcoma covered with yellow-green pustules began to bulge on the torn scalp, which began to swell uncontrollably.

An Sen, who was dizzy and dizzy by the shouting, froze, and instantly understood the situation.

This is a sign that magic is about to get out of hand!

As a power that is opposite to the power of the bloodline inherited by the seven knights and is not recognized by the world, the three magics have always been full of temptation to many ordinary people who are destined to be unable to become gifted; an opportunity for them to surpass themselves.

This kind of power not only has nothing to do with blood origin, there is no distinction between high and low status, and it only needs to work hard to succeed - at least on the surface - even unlike the power of blood, which has various restrictions and conditions, it is simply too beautiful to be better.

But this is actually a wrong point of view, because the three magics are not only unsafe, but also extremely easy to get out of control, and the danger is no less than turning the caster himself into a human bomb!

Most spellcasters have a hard time dealing with this situation...either they are too weak, or they often die without waiting for the out-of-control situation to happen, which is the achievement of an inquisitor.

The reason why Anson can see through is also very simple. The opponents he first encountered, Kroger Bernard, who believed in the small advertisement, and his beloved mentor, Mace Hornard, were accepted because of different reasons. Heads... Of course, he knew better when people were in the frontcourt.

"puff--!"

With the sound of flesh being torn apart, Feir's hands were directly blown to pieces, and tentacles dripping with pus densely spewed from his wrists, quickly attacking the only two living creatures left in the room.

"Lisa!"

Anson roared while pulling out the "dagger" revolver, and at the same time threw the "anonymous glasses" to the girl behind him.

He is now unable to determine how much power the out-of-control Phil Cressy has, and at the same time, he must ensure that the Baker family does not notice the abnormality, so he can only let Lisa evade temporarily and stay behind.

The water vapor surrounding the room has not yet dissipated. In other words, although the magic is out of control, the "soundproof wall" created by Fair's bloodline power is still there - he must solve the problem before it fails!

Without needing any words, the girl who caught her eyes put it on immediately, her petite body picked up the steam gun hidden under the bed, and quickly rushed to the balcony.

One after another tentacles quickly wrapped around all corners of Anson from head to toe, and then tightened sharply.

"boom!"

The body that was supposed to be smashed and sprayed with blood turned into thick white smoke, overflowing from the gap between the tightened tentacles to the surroundings.

Spell magic, [Undead Mist].

A hand gradually condensed and formed in the smoke, raised the "dagger" and pulled the trigger to Phil's head, and the lead bullet printed with [Rising Fire] roared out of the gun chamber.

"boom--"

The golden-red fire instantly ignited Feir's whole body. Under the control of the casting range, the bed and floor next to him were intact, and there was no trace of burning.

Almost at the same time, Fer, who was covered in flames, jumped up suddenly, the pus-filled skin and the sarcoma squeaked, and rushed towards Ansen with a heart-piercing scream.

His movements were very strange, and his twitching body seemed to "bounce" directly from the ground.

An Sen, who gradually returned to the real body from the smoke, threw out several [sharp winds] and launched the [Mist Pipe] in the corner of his mouth; the thick smoke that was enough to close the field of vision quickly filled the entire room.

The whistling cyan light cut off a few tentacles, but it failed to stop the flaming figure; the screaming Phil twitched his body and rushed towards An Sen who was standing in front of the door in a posture that a normal person could never do.

"Boom!"

A heavy sound came, it was the sound of the flesh and blood in intimate contact with the steel plate.

At the moment when he was forced to "close contact", An Sen successfully launched [Smoke Entertainment Home], condensed a shield with smoke, and stopped between the two.

Of course, after using this magic skillfully, shields and the like are no longer his upper limit.

"boom!"

Before Phil, who had been hit with broken bones and tendons, had not reacted, the surface of the shield that was clinging to him suddenly burst, and the blasting air wave threw him to the balcony like a cannonball!

An Sen, who was holding a pipe, snapped his fingers with a "smack!" The surrounding smoke immediately turned into "smoke steel cables", which were connected to each other to form a fine spider web, covering Feil, who was already charred black.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The screaming Fell blew his hands and feet into pieces in mid-air. He opened his mouth wide, and countless tentacles gushed out from his limbs and his mouth at the same time, and continued to split into more and more finer forks around him. Spreading, the overflowing pus is also quickly repairing the wound that has been burst by tentacles.

Anson has seen this situation in Kroger... Blood magic is the "evolutionary path" of flesh and blood mutation, and it is also the strongest (at least superficially) type of the three major magic early stages, hunting the group of judges of the old gods. It is also recognized as difficult.

Unlike a black mage or a conjurer whose heart is broken, the blood mage's vitality is beyond imagination, and a strong one is likely to have only half a piece of meat as long as the heart has not lost its vitality, even if you burn his whole body to ashes It can also come alive for you to see.

And if it is out of control, the characteristic is that the flesh and blood will continue to double and grow, mutate or evolve, and the damaged wound will be instantly restored, then mutated and corrupted and then repaired... Repeated infinitely until the vitality of the original body is drained or the parasitic can be found again. Host.

If you want to prevent Fel from becoming a pile of infinitely expanding sarcomas like Kroger, you must stop it from continuing to run out of control until the half-cup of "tea soup" loses its effectiveness.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang..."

The notes of metal collision continued to explode, and the frantically growing tentacles smashed the surrounding "smoke steel cables" one by one, trying to break the siege and rush out to hunt the living creatures around.

An Sen with a livid face stood on the spot, not because he didn't want to dodge, but because the [Yan Yujia] spell was too energy-consuming, and if he wanted to maintain the effect, he had to concentrate fully, otherwise he wouldn't be sure to seal the out-of-control Phil.

Judging from his still not completely discolored eyes, this guy has not completely lost control of the engraving... From Louis' description, Anson can basically conclude that Fel is at least a blood mage equivalent to a fifth-order spellcaster; this If the power of this level is completely out of control, it cannot be locked by [Yan Yujia] alone.

He had to interrupt the tentacles that had grown out first, and then find a way to hurt his heart to temporarily stop the runaway.

Thinking of this, An Sen no longer hesitated, and suddenly raised his head and shouted:

"Lisa!"

"Oh--!"

The girl who had been hiding on the balcony from the beginning to the end jumped up from behind the wine cooler, the steam gun that was already ready to fire broke out a surging roar, and countless lead bullets accompanied her right hand that frantically pulled the trigger, splashing the entire room.

The flying rain of bullets erupted in a small space with a power comparable to shrapnel, smashing and piercing tentacles one by one, turning into rotten flesh and falling to the ground.

The surrounding "smoke steel cables" took the opportunity to tighten, entangled the body that was still expanding, gushing out pus and tentacles.

At this time, Fair's calf and forearm were gone, and the only remaining body, except for a pair of eyes, was completely wrapped in smoke, and it looked like it was hung in the center of the room and was about to turn into a butterfly cocoon.

Anson snapped his fingers again, and the flames were like liquid, flowing down the "smoke steel cable" to the center wrapped in a ball, and then...

boom--

The golden-red firelight cracked again, turning the "cocoon" into a huge torch; under the blessing of [Rising Fire], the firelight burned Feier's body violently through the smoke, and would continue to overflow with pus and tentacles. The skin is toasted to char.

After five minutes, the burning flame gradually dissipated.

An Sen, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly approached Feil, who was wrapped in a cocoon, looked at those eyes that at least didn't seem to have lost his mind, and raised three fingers:

"Listen, number one, I'm not sure right now if you've stopped running out of control, number two, I don't want to kill you, and number three, we can't be found out by the Baker family."

"So in a moment I'll use a puncture - hear clearly, a puncture not a blow-up - the imprint on your heart, and then block the wound with buckshot."

"This injury shouldn't kill you, but it's definitely uncomfortable, but we don't have anything to do right now, so we can only apologise to you, understand -- just click... uh, blink."

Fer, who was wrapped in smoky rice dumplings, blinked quickly, and even moved his head.

"very good."

Anson smiled slightly, and took out an exaggerated Inquisitor's weapon with a barrel that was twice the size of an ordinary revolver—the "dagger".

Phil, who had just agreed, immediately showed a horrified expression on the only eye that was not blocked.

"If you are afraid, it is recommended to close your eyes." Anson comforted, while holding the muzzle against his heart, and thumbed the magazine to the lead bullet with the rubbing of [Hunting]:

"Of course, it might hurt a little—because this gun was invented to blow out the heads and hearts of spellcasters."

Um? !

"boom--!"

Just as Phil's eyes widened, gunshots rang out.

An Sen, who was smiling and holding his gun, stared at Patriarch Cressy, whose pupils were gradually expanding, and the whole person froze in place.

Not because of a mistake, but at the moment when the shot was fired, he heard another voice.

"Bang bang bang!"

Heavy knocks on the door echoed in the messy rooms.

With a heavy face, An Sen looked back and looked at the locked and locked door.

In the dead silence, urgent notes kept ringing in the ears, urging and warning.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."

………………

In the dimly lit corridor, looking at Ludwig (Anson), who opened the door curiously, he immediately stroked his chest and saluted:

"Your Excellency the Special Envoy of Sail City, my father ordered me to invite you downstairs to the restaurant to share breakfast with our family."

"breakfast?"

The sleepy-eyed An Sen was stunned, turned his head to look at the still dark balcony, and said in confusion, "But...it's not even daylight yet!"

"It is already." Nora explained:

"The 'morning' led by Baker came earlier than the sailing city - we are a settlement in the forest, there are many hunters in the village, they need to set off before the prey are awake, otherwise it will be difficult to have a good Good harvest."

What kind of weird theory is this before the prey is awake... An Sen, who complained in his heart, showed a sudden realization: "So it is."

"Originally, my mother and I also wanted to wait for the sun to rise, and then invite you to come down for dinner, but considering that you still have to discuss with your father about the agreement between the two parties, we thought that it would be more appropriate to do so as soon as possible, so as not to delay other things. ." Nora smiled slightly:

"Of course, if you're prepared to delay the discussion for a few more days, of course."

"No! Just today." Anson agreed immediately: "Since it was invited by Lord Baker, of course we, as guests, cannot refuse."

With that, he was about to close the door and leave, but was stopped by Nora.

"Please wait."

Looking at Anson who was about to leave, Nora glanced at Phil Crecy, who was lying on the bed in the house, and the whole person was covered with a quilt, and Lisa, who was still sleeping next to her:

"Lord Draco (Fair) and Miss Sophia (Lisa)...Aren't they together?"

"They?" An Sen was startled deliberately, and then explained without changing his face:

"Maybe because he doesn't get used to the climate in the forest, Draco caught a cold and felt uncomfortable. He might have to stay in bed for a while."

"As for Sophia... I played so late last night, I'm afraid she won't get up until noon."

"Oh, so it is."

Nora nodded slightly and looked at the normal room again, her expression did not show any abnormality: "Then please come with me, my father is already waiting in the restaurant."

"OK."

An Sen, who closed the door and followed him out of the corridor, let out a long sigh of relief.

It's so dangerous...it's almost exposed!

At the moment when the other party broke into the door, An Sen relied on the power of [Yan Yujia] and used the smoke to restore the entire room to its "original state"; but such a complicated operation is a limit test for him now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fortunately, Nora was not overly suspicious, and walked into the room to see for herself, otherwise she would have worn it on the spot!

With a bit of luck of escaping, Anson and Nora came to the ground floor; Mrs. Camille was busy in the kitchen, and in the huge dining room, only Baker was sitting at the table reading something, with a with a steaming teapot.

Looking at An Sen who came down alone, the lord's eyes did not show any abnormality, but simply looked at each other, then raised his hand to signal An Sen to sit down, and turned his eyes to the other side:

"Nora."

"What are your orders, father?"

"It's nothing." Baker flipped through the book in his hand: "When you get down, just find a seat and sit down, don't dangle."

"Oh, before that, don't forget to pour a cup of tea for Lord Ludwig (Anson)."

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