I Will Be The Crowned King

The latest website: The footsteps of the two echoed in the silent and empty headquarters corridor, separated by thick walls, against the whistling storm outside.

For some reason, Anson always felt that Norton's back looked very nervous, as if he was not walking in a headquarters garrisoned by thousands of soldiers, but a cave full of monsters and monsters - of course, in a sense, this may be close to the truth.

Is it because the messenger who came here has a very high status, or has a direct affiliation with him? Anson was vaguely curious.

So far, all the members of the Truth Society that have appeared have hardly found any connection with each other - soldiers, priests, families... in various industries, and at least they don't seem to be divided into superiors and inferiors; they are like a large club, as long as If you agree with the concept or even have the same hobbies, you can join. The degree of confusion is completely different from the "authentic truth society" led by St. Isaac.

On the other hand, the power of action displayed by these people and the rigor within the organization are exceptionally high: it is not difficult to find their shadow in every major event related to the church or the Old God.

This is very miraculous.

Of course, it was the messenger that was even more amazing; it did not surprise Anson that they could get in touch with Luther Franz, even trust them; The mainland came to the new world, which was amazing.

It is normal for Rune to be able to do this, after all, he is an apostle; if it is replaced by any blasphemous mage, the magical reaction caused by it wants to be undetected, unless all the judges of the church are blind, deaf, and fools.

And if it's a talented person... send out a strong person with this kind of strength, just to send a letter?

If not, is it some kind of special vehicle like... an iron-clad icebreaker with a steam core?

However, there is no news from the port that there are ships docking at the shore. Even if such a "magic" vehicle is not docked at the Beluga Port, the lighthouse around the strait will not even find its shadow, right?

While Anson was still guessing, Norton Crosell, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped; he turned around, and pointed to the door with a slightly stiff expression:

"He's right there, waiting for you for two or three hours."

Looking in the direction he pointed, Anson didn't step forward immediately, but looked at Norton silently.

"He doesn't like me very much." The third infantry commander laughed dryly: "Although I joined the Truth Society because of him, it doesn't seem to be his original intention."

An Sen nodded slightly, didn't say anything, and walked towards the little secretary's office.

The moment he twisted the door handle, as if he suddenly remembered, he couldn't help but ask: "By the way, there is something I want to ask."

"Is this messenger... someone I know?"

Before he finished speaking, Norton's figure, who was about to leave, snorted, and the expression on his face became even stiffer.

Well, so it is indeed someone he knows... Anson has a certain idea in his heart.

He pushed the door and walked into the room. There were no lights in the dark office. There was only a figure sitting on the chair facing the desk with his back to the door. It goes without saying.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the moment he saw the opponent's back clearly, Anson froze in place - exactly the same expression as Norton Crossell just now.

"Anson Bach, we meet again."

The back of a straight officer officer stood up and looked back, revealing the indifferent face that Ansen was very familiar with: "It has been more than a year since I said goodbye to the Royal Court of Iser."

"Yeah..." Anson murmured, a complex light flashed across his eyes:

"It's been a long time, Lieutenant Colonel Roman."

"It's Colonel."

Ludwig's close lieutenant, the Wild Hunt Knight Roman, put his hands behind his back, a pair of stern eyes swept towards Ansen Bach's face on his emotionless face: "Yeah, it's been too long, Brigadier General Ansen Bach. ."

Anson's face froze.

"I hope you like this title. After all, not everyone's life is so valuable. You can get the general's epaulette in the Privy Council and the royal family." Roman said blankly:

"But for the benefit of the Franz family, don't give up your life so easily."

"Why are you here?"

An Sen, who frowned slightly, closed the door, and the darkness without light enveloped the figures of the two: "And... you are the Truth Society?"

"Are you splitting a question into two for testing purposes or to give me wiggle room?"

Roman silently walked to the kerosene lamp beside the desk, and said calmly: "Yes, I am a member of the Truth Society, and a core member. When I joined the Truth Society, I even had to pledge my allegiance to Major General Ludwig. Before—even becoming his adjutant was a task given to me by a member of the Truth Society.”

"But I don't think you should care about this. What you really care about is what method I used to cross the turbulent sea in the freezing season, from the southern fortress to Moby Dick; and what I represent behind my back. What purpose does the Truth Society and the Franz family want to achieve?"

The faint lights came on, reflecting Anson's slightly nervous face: "I didn't say that."

"But I just know." With his back to the light of the kerosene lamp and his face full of shadows, Roman stared at Anson by the door: "This is also one of the purposes of my coming, we need to let you know, we need to make sure you are Make the decisions you're about to make with full knowledge."

"why?"

"Because your decisions will directly affect change on both continents, and thousands of lives will die."

"...No disrespect, but I don't think you care about the lives of thousands of people, but change may be more important."

"I can hear the irony in your words, but it's a complete mistake." Roman nodded slightly, and the lights behind him made his eyes less cold:

"The best change is meaningless if people die; or quite the opposite, precisely because more people are alive, changes must be made to ensure they continue to live - such as Clovis City chaos."

"Yeah, such as the Rebellion in Clovis City." Anson didn't hide it, and sneered:

"Instigating dozens, millions of people to riot, and then **** suppression - if I remember correctly, you are also one of the suppression troops, right?"

"A capital that would spark a riot of tens of millions of people shows that Clovis has reached the point where he has to make changes; and before real change occurs, it is necessary to quickly stop the situation from expanding and avoid senseless casualties. It's the kindest thing to do."

Roman looked at Anson's expression: "I'm not Draco Wilters, I never expected you to understand our ideals; I don't think a greedy and ambitious person like you can have any kind of ideal. ."

"But in order to prevent the Holy See from interfering in the secular ambitions, and to make the independent Free Confederation once again reduced to a colony, dozens of millions of people lost their lives because of a meaningless war... Here I am."

"As for the method, you should be no stranger to the current you." Roman raised his eyebrows:

"Twisted Realm."

"……Um?"

"The Truth Society has a very good relationship with a magic family, and the distorted realm of a blasphemous mage can 'distort' the coordinates and move me from the southern fortress to the Beluga Harbor." Roman explained calmly:

"This distortion is one-way and very restrictive; specifically, I can't use the power of blood now, let alone step into the realm of any conjurer, or I will be torn apart in an instant - until I return one day. Once the southern fortress enters the location of the desecrated mage's domain, the distorted coordinates are released."

Anson's pupils shrank suddenly.

It is not surprising that the truth knows a certain magic family - after all, a certain family can even contact the Thirteen Council of Iser - but avoid the monitoring of the church, and even master the magic that can perform space teleportation , that would be terrifying.

"And what about Major General Ludwig, wouldn't he be surprised that his adjutant is gone?"

"No, because he has left the southern fortress now - and was taken away by the judges." Roman said solemnly: "The holy war army organized by the church is expected to have six legions, and he will serve as one of them. First Legion Commander."

"As for the Holy See, you don't have to worry about it. They have already devoted all their energy to the Crusaders, and they have no energy to detect a small change in the south of Clovis; even if it is exposed, it doesn't matter at all. It's a planned risk."

"Even if the end of the risk is to be labeled as an old god, and to be hunted down by the Knights of Judgment and the Inquisition?" Anson couldn't help but said.

"I said that the truth will be an organization with ideals." Roman remained expressionless: "For goals and ideals, some sacrifices are inevitable. If necessary, you will sacrifice your life and betray your companions."

"And making such a big sacrifice is just to let me get this letter earlier..." Anson looked seriously at the loyal adjutant beside Ludwig:

"Is my decision so important to you?"

"Believe me, I want to deny this matter more than you do." Roman narrowed his eyes: "But the truth is that it is so important, Brigadier General Anson Bach."

"To stop the ambitions of the Church and the desire of the Empire to continue to enslave the colonial people requires a voice that can unite, organize and arm the entire New World on a practical level; and what is very unfortunate for the people of the New World is that there seems to be no one but you for the time being. People can do it."

"So I don't care at all what you plan to do, whether it is to hide behind the scenes to exploit and squeeze the people of the colony, to get more money, credit, or to be king on the edge of this world, whatever you want."

"But even for that vulgar ambition, you must stand up, organize enough power to resist the entire world of order, and give me and the Holy See's jihadist army a **** battle to the end, until the moment the situation reverses!"

"Then may I ask how I'm going to fight to the end?" Hearing Roman's words, Anson couldn't help but laugh, it was ridiculous:

"The Storm Legion has only a few thousand people, and the rest of the military force in my hands is less than 20,000. The entire Free Confederation's army is about the same number, and it is seriously lacking in arms, especially the lack of heavy firepower - 40,000 lack Training, the militia with guns and ammunition, how can they fight against the Holy See's army of at least 100,000 people?"

"I don't know." Roman said coldly:

"But I know you've got a plan in place - you just had a conversation with Louis Bernard, which I 'accidentally' overheard."

"happen?"

"If you want this matter not to be discovered, you'd better find a more secret place and keep your voice as low as possible."

"Thank you for reminding me, but how do you know that I wasn't deliberately lying to him in order to win the protection of the Bernard family?"

"Then can I understand that you intend to join the Holy See and betray Rune?"

"...You really hate me, don't you?"

"It can't be said to be disgusting, at most it is disgust from the bottom of my heart."

"..."

With a long sigh, An Sen sat down at the desk beside him helplessly: "Okay, I'll be honest."

"I don't plan to capture it without my hands, but I won't resist to the end-the power of the Holy See is too huge, even if I hide in the new world, it is impossible to ensure absolute safety with the protection of the Rune family, not to mention that I am not alone. There are thousands of people in the Light Storm Legion, they want to live and have a bright future, I can't let them die in vain."

"So you hope to reach a compromise with the Holy See." Roman snorted softly: "If I were you, there would be no such naive idea."

"……How to say?"

"You don't seem to understand at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The current situation has reached the point of life and death, and there is no room for compromise at all; even if you do your best, as long as there is a slight chance, the Holy See will not let go of killing Lu The possibility of grace; when He fell, how could there be room for you to compromise?"

Taking a step forward suddenly, Roman, who was suddenly close to his face, stared into Anson's eyes: "At least until now, you have not had a head-on conflict with the church; but I have experienced that when the situation requires sacrifice, a momentary Any hesitancy will have disastrous consequences, followed by a chain of events that will cause the situation to spiral out of control.”

"I guess... you have probably guessed more than once that your encounter with Draco Wilters, the appearance of Lisa August, is really a coincidence or something else, right?"

Anson was stunned for a moment, and some thoughts that he had deliberately ignored for a long time began to slowly brew with Roman's words.

"But in addition to that, I guess you may have been curious about another thing - the siege of Fort Thunder, who put the barrel of the gun down your throat and shot you to death?" Roman sneered:

"it's me."