I Will Be The Crowned King

"...because of the environment."

Beneath the bright moon, An Sen with scarlet eyes stood on top of the ruins, and smiled softly at the undead who could never get close to him:

"Using the shadows of the natural world to lurk and hide sounds like a perfect way to do it—where there's light, there's shadows, and as long as it's in the dark, it can be everywhere."

"But just like two sides of a coin, the original advantage can also become a disadvantage if you change your view. For example...the laws of the natural world have been reversed?"

"The Shadow Demon, who can rely on shadows to be everywhere and everywhere, if he is trapped in a world where there is no shadow, will his power be suppressed or even lose his original power?"

"I don't know, but I think the answer...yes."

Lifting the corners of his mouth confidently, An Sen slowly stepped forward and walked forward.

Almost at the same time as he stepped out, the undead who clearly surrounded him were like frightened cats, and the Empress Cang retreated; it seemed that just approaching the shadowless figure would cause great harm to them.

And this is Anson's method of counteracting the Shadow Demon - expanding the domain to the entire range of Beluga Harbor, distorting the law, and creating a world where "there is no entity, but the spiritual body can leave a shadow".

For profane mage-level conjurers, doing this is even simpler than casting spells, and even high-level ordinary spellcasters can do it with the help of some external force, of course, the range will be much smaller.

Controlling everything, twisting the laws, and making the world the way you want it to be, this is the reason for the birth of magic.

But this kind of easy change is fatal to the Shadow Demon who has mastered both black magic and curse magic at the same time-because his power is based on the laws of nature!

This means that although under normal conditions, he can be said to be invincible, once the normal laws are distorted, destroyed, and reversed, he will immediately lose the attachment of existence, and the original advantage will become a weakness.

Even, it is still a deadly poison... Anson looked around, and the undead gathered around him struggled desperately, but he couldn't get rid of the shadow behind him.

Under the original normal laws of nature, the Shadow Demon and the undead controlled by him can move freely in the shadows and switch to the form of undead freely; but in Anson's domain, the undead are directly bound to the shadow.

It is not possible to avoid attacks by switching states, but also bear the risk of acting in an environment without shadows. If you want to remove this state, you must erode or suppress Anson's domain... The shadow demon who has been severely injured by Freya is obviously unable to do so. to this point.

Until now, Anson finally understood why he knew the advantages of mastering multiple magics at the same time, but Rune still chose to let Talia master only one evolutionary path of blood magic-even if he could solve the problem of defects, the more power he gained, Weaknesses and weaknesses are becoming more apparent.

"And the most important thing...is that the path you chose was wrong from the beginning." Taking out the misty pipe from his arms, Anson's eyes showed a flash of contempt:

"The goal of conjuration is to twist, and the goal of black magic is to seek knowledge. You, who have mastered two major pathways at the same time, choose to rely on magic to adapt to this world."

"The tomb keeper of the dignified true god, but in front of the laws of nature... yielded."

"The most devout believer of the true God, but the body that serves the true God has betrayed the will of the true God from the very beginning. He is just a coward who is afraid of death."

Facing An Sen's unceremonious sarcasm and ridicule, the Shadow Demon seemed very calm. Thousands of undead wandered around the ruins that were only a few hundred square meters, turning into a huge vortex like a substance, exuding a biting ice that penetrated deep into consciousness. cold.

Feeling the huge pressure coming on his face, An Sen could even clearly feel the changes in his body: blood was coagulating, muscles were stiff, heartbeat was gradually slowing, bones were getting brittle... It seemed that he would be penetrated by the opponent's power at any time. , turned into a frozen corpse that shattered at a touch.

Even so, An Sen's expression is still very confident - although there is a gap in strength, but in terms of realm, the other party and himself are not at the same level.

"So, you might as well guess..." An Sen, biting his pipe, narrowed his eyes, and let out a beautiful smoke ring: "Why do I have to do nothing here and talk to you about this? of?"

"That's right, just like you broke through the limitations of the laws of my domain, I also need time to solve some troubles."

"Like...solving something you've been trying so hard to stop me."

As he spoke, the proud Anson slowly raised his right arm; there was an extra complex wound on the tattered clothes.

The original ring and the hexagram pattern overlapped, and the wound was dripping with blood.

Destroying the opponent's blood sacrifice ceremony was An Sen's primary goal - at the moment when the "Anonymous Glasses" took effect, he activated the [Wound Canvas] for the first time, and transferred the magic circle directly to his arm.

Since the target of the other party is not Beluga Port but themselves, unless it is absolutely necessary, they will never take actions that will threaten their lives easily.

All he has to do is to delay as long as possible until the existence that makes them impatient and willing to take a huge risk to do it appears, even if the plan is successful.

As for what that existence is...

"boom--!"

The heart-wrenching mourning sounded in Anson's mind, causing his body to stun with pride and his spirit in a trance.

Although it was only a few seconds, Anson had already covered the entire Beluga Port, and the huge amount of information had already taken up most of his thinking ability. Facing the sudden impact, it was inevitable that he would be affected.

And at this moment, the originally distorted laws of nature recovered a little... The buildings around the ruins had a shadow again, and the undead driven by the Shadow Demon immediately fell into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"Pfft!"

Lost Anson fell to one knee on one knee, covering his head with his hands as if he could not bear the pain, and his body was shaking slightly.

But if the Shadow Demon captures his expression at this moment, he will find a slightly sinister smile on the face of An Sen, who is clearly suffering.

Because the opportunity has finally come!

Open up the domain, twist the law... This method can indeed limit the actions of the Shadow Demon, and even directly threaten the opponent's weakness, but it can't really cause him any harm.

After all, he is just a blasphemous mage who has just successfully upgraded. If he wants to truly threaten a spellcaster who has lived for thousands of years and masters two major pathways at the same time, even if he grasps the opponent's weakness, it is still too difficult... He has to take the initiative to reveal it. Flaws do.

Destroying the magic circle is the first step, and making the other party mistakenly think that he has broken through his own field is the second step.

Like this guy who is so afraid of death, what will he do the first time he successfully asks for control?

Of course, immediately hide in a safe place, and then use a method that will never come into contact directly to solve his goal and big trouble as soon as possible.

So, what will he do?

The battle between conjurers is the battle between the domain and the law. Now that Anson has fully opened the domain, the situation is 100% dominant; if the Shadow Demon wants to regain a city, he must start from what he is not good at. Start at the spiritual level, and let the realm get out of control with curses and negative emotions.

Watching the undead who launched suicide attacks on him overwhelmingly, Anson knew that he had made the right bet.

"Snapped!"

At the moment when the snapping fingers echoed, Anson, who was kneeling on one knee, disappeared from the sight of the undead again without a trace.

But just when they were alerted to some kind of dangerous atmosphere and tried to disperse, a flame, an invisible flame, suddenly lit up the night.

"boom--!!!!"

With a deafening loud noise, the icy ruins were instantly occupied by fiery flames; the huge fire column first opened like a fan, and then shrank into a bunch again, rushing towards the unseen sky.

Spell magic, [Gathering Flames].

Thousands of undead were swallowed up in flames in an instant, and without even leaving ashes, they disappeared in the rolling heat.

Only the pillar of fire that burns and burns everything is left.

In front of the gate of Beluga Port, the trio of Faithless Knights, who were still fighting **** mad believers just now, raised their heads, surrounded Louis Bernard, who was covered in blood, and looked at the "pillar of light" that instantly illuminated the entire Beluga Port. Not a whole word can be said.

But unlike the three people who were shocked and stunned, the young knight's expression at the moment was extremely difficult to see.

If there was still a trace of uncertainty at the beginning, but at the moment of seeing the scene in front of him, he was completely sure that the magical aura that had expanded to cover the entire Beluga Harbor did indeed belong to that guy!

"Finally... have you come this far..."

Louis, whose eyes were tangled, his voice trembling slightly.

Not just them, councils, streets, ports... soldiers, officers, councilors, colonists...

At this moment, the entire Beluga Harbor is widening its eyes and mouth, looking at the world that suddenly lost its shadow and the pillar of fire rushing towards the sky with a completely stupid look.

Inside the ruins, Anson, bathed in flames, stood in the middle of the flames, enjoying the rolling heat waves around him.

This is who you are now.

This is the power that can only be possessed by blasphemy mages after crossing the boundary.

Under the firelight, a translucent undead emerged from the shadows, and scarlet rays of light wafted from the empty pupils.

Obviously, that is the shadow demon deity.

The undead that he spent thousands of years accumulating have basically disappeared under the joint attack of himself and Freya, and the shadows around him have also disappeared without a trace under the constraints of his own domain, leaving only him to rely on himself. A fraction of the field maintains.

Under such circumstances, if he were to hide in the shadows, he would be seeking his own death. He, who had just hid, was forced to appear under Anson's double blow.

And from this moment on, there is no room for him to hide... For a spellcaster who is extremely afraid of death, there is no situation that makes him feel at a loss and panic.

This was Anson's plan.

"boom--!"

A harsh whine exploded in his mind again, and the shadow condensed under the shadow demon seemed to have a solid body. After drilling into the ground, it broke out from under An Sen's feet and instantly covered his body.

Almost at the same time, the undead shadow demon began to dissipate, and the shadow that bound his body from head to toe faded little by little, turning into the form of an undead.

In just a few minutes, the Shadow Demon has begun to adapt to the law distorted by An Sen, and even found a way to use this new law to counter An Sen!

Feeling the sudden gloomy cold, An Sen, who looked at the Shadow Demon, decisively pulled out the revolver around his waist and pulled the trigger at his temple.

"boom--!"

The gun flame flashed, and the lead bullet blasted a large hole directly on the side of his head, and the shattered bone **** mixed with blood and brains spurted out.

In the next second, "Headshot Anson", bound by the Shadow Demon, suddenly turned pale, and finally turned into a milky white smoke that spread out.

Spell magic, [Smoke Man].

As soon as the undead shadow demon loosened its restraints, the smoked Anson gradually returned to his original state, and snapped his fingers again to activate [Wound Canvas].

An Sen wants to "send" the headshot damage to the Shadow Demon before it fully recovers!

To be honest, among the blasphemous mages I have encountered, the Shadow Demon may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most difficult type - even if the shadow is blocked and all his undead are eliminated, the main body is still a strong one. , the conjurer and black mage that should not be underestimated.

As long as you launch an attack, you will be immediately noticed by the opponent, so if you want to attack, you can only grab the neutral block that the opponent can't react to, and you must confront it head-on when it can't hide or avoid it.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is only now!

A faint glimmer of light lit up between An Sen's scarlet eyes, and an extremely ferocious wound was taken off his head by him, and he attacked the Shadow Demon who had just touched his restraint.

The Shadow Demon who felt the danger immediately tried to shadow it - of course, it couldn't avoid Anson's attack, but it could reduce the damage to the minimum, or even non-existent.

"So...how could it be so satisfying to you?"

In the biting icy air ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sounded Anson's mocking tone.

At the moment when the Shadow Demon was about to turn into a shadow, the field covering the entire Beluga Harbor suddenly shrank; the originally distorted law returned to its original state.

In the next second, the shadow demon who was about to be shadowed gave a sudden meal, and the part that had been shadowed returned to the form of an undead.

Because under the normal laws of nature, it is impossible for the undead to have shadows. If they want to be shadowed, they must enter ordinary shadows or darkness, and now their surroundings...

But it's on fire!

"puff--!"

An Sen suddenly opened his right hand, pressed the shadow demon's chest tightly, and left the headshot wound on it.

In an instant, a hot heart jumped out of the wound.

A hot, heart branded with the Ring of Primordial!