I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the flames burst, the sturdy military four-wheeled carriage directly exploded into pieces flying all over the sky. The military Thomas that was engulfed by the flames did not even have time to make a whine, and disintegrated right behind the body, and it was literally.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-!

!

The landmines buried under the street surface were detonated one after another, and the sound of violent vibration and explosion was no less than a 68-pound Caron gun being ignited in the street.

The difference is that the mines are not detonated at the same time, but sequentially - as long as the carriage enters this street, there is no possibility of dodging.

The fireworks dissipated, and a slightly slender figure walked into the choking smoke, and approached the position where the carriage was blown into pieces; the originally flat ground became uneven, and the huge crater left by the explosion directly cut off the road .

"Um?"

There was a sound of confusion in the dead smoke, and the man just stood there in a daze - not to mention the target, even the body of the coachman who was killed by himself disappeared without a trace.

this…

"Your Excellency looks a bit unfamiliar."

A cold voice full of jokes sounded behind him: "If you don't mind, can you have a cup of black coffee with me at the Qiuzhen Club, and clean up your new friend who has just arrived?"

The slender figure was shocked suddenly, but it was still half a beat away, and the murderous roar of the flint ax came from beside his ears:

"boom-!

!

"

The roaring gun flames tore through the dense fog, leaving a single crater like a rainstorm on the opposite wall that had not yet collapsed, plus bloodstains that exuded billowing heat.

Carrying a hot axe, Cole Dorian, wearing a judge's cloak, stepped out of the smoke; the brim of a three-cornered hat and broken hair covered most of his cheeks, revealing only the corner of his slightly raised, unshaven mouth. He took out another rusty machete full of gaps and no tip from behind.

"Oh, oh, it seems that he is still a bit shy guest." The chief judge still said to himself in his joking tone: "But it doesn't matter, because the people in Clovis City are the biggest and the only advantage. ..."

"...just hospitality!"

At the same time as the words fell, Cole, who turned around suddenly, pulled the trigger of the flint ax again.

The roar of tearing gunpowder smoke lit up the oncoming figure, but it was only lit up for a moment—the body torn into pieces by the burning shotgun turned into scattered mist and hid in the surrounding gunpowder smoke.

"It's the fog of the undead again. Why don't you rats in the stinking ditch have any innovative spirit?"

The corner of his mouth could not wait to grin to the ear, Cole moved back calmly, and several undetectable air waves hit his face, but only tore his cuffs and a few hairs; almost at the same time, the cold machete had followed The afterimage of the swinging right hand disappeared.

puff-

The sound of flesh and blood tearing came from a distance.

"Usually, I would remind guests to be careful with the bad-tempered ax in my hand, but today is an exception; in order to entertain you, a new guest, the Qiuzhen Club specially prepared a specialty dessert."

"You should have noticed that the knife is almost rusted, right? But it's not a trace of rust, but its hair...'hunting knife', you can treat it as a living weapon, and it can make even a little bit of it wound, that..."

"...Let's put it this way, have you ever fallen into a swamp? Obviously, at the beginning, you only got your boots stuck, and in the end your whole body sank in."

While talking to himself, the chief judge who lifted the flintlock was methodically reloading the ammunition, his eyes turned quickly, looking for the target like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

right now...

"clang-!"

The chief judge turned sideways without warning, and the blade of the ax that was thrown almost horizontally exploded the flames of metal collisions; a **** arm suddenly stretched out in the thick fog, firmly holding the muzzle of the flintlock.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cole pulled the trigger, and the gun flame directly pierced through the flesh and blood hidden in the gunpowder smoke with the roar, but the **** arm remained motionless, clamping the flint in his hand like iron clamps. hair axe.

Cole's child's hole shrank slightly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind, and stretched his right hand to the judge's revolver at his waist.

But... still half a beat behind.

Almost at the moment when he realized it, the icy-bite knife tip cut open the loose back collar of the cloak, and gently pressed against his neck—his intuition told him that it was the "hunting knife" that should have been stuck on the target's body .

"Don't act rashly, he is the leader of Judge Clovis, and it will be very troublesome if we are killed." A hoarse voice came from the smoke, and Cole finally saw the guy holding the flintaxe clearly: the naked upper body Drenched in blood, the exposed muscles were wriggling almost non-stop, and every minute and every second, including the appearance of the face, was constantly changing.

It seems that he is not a whole, but countless flesh and blood worms piled up into the shape of a "human".

"I know... I just want to scare him." A sinister teasing sounded from behind, and Cole could almost imagine the appearance of the other party by the sound—a top hat, an old close-fitting double-button trench coat, and a cigar in the corner of his mouth. He sneered at himself, and pressed the "hunting knife" against the back of his neck.

Well, of course it wasn't imagined. He had seen it when he shot the gun just now, but he planned to brag to Sierra like this later.

"The judges of the church always seem to be so pretentious, as if they are the only ones in the world who are the most powerful, and everyone is inferior-either the object of protection, or the target of hunting... Ha!" The guy biting a cigar sneer:

"But who is the hunter and who is the prey...it seems not so clear, right?"

He gently turned the handle of the knife, and the rusty blade was already clinging to Cole's skin. A little carelessness would leave an obvious wound, and then...

"shut up."

The guy covered in blood spoke again, speaking in a hoarse voice that was unquestionable: "We're not here to make trouble, don't make trouble there."

"Your Excellency Cole Dorian, no matter why you appear here, we do not intend to be your enemy. We just hope to get a piece of information from you, that is..."

………………

"Commander Ansen Bach, where are you now?!"

Alexei was roaring inwardly, while turning his head to avoid the lead bullet that went straight to the back of his head, while tossing and turning in the small tavern, his expression gradually began to twist.

The other party came to kill him, but the real target was not himself, but the commander-in-chief—this was all Alexei understood after communicating with the other party for just a few minutes.

Perhaps it was really because the fire knights were so rare that these killers dared to get close to him, holding weapons close to him; since the opponents were so polite, the commander of the second infantry did not humbly turn to him. The assassin who revealed the news turned into a human torch, and backhanded the wine glass that turned into a fireball into the crowd.

"boom-!

!

"

The bursting flames reflected the panicked expressions of the assassins, as well as the indifferent and ferocious faces of the panicked tavern guests.

Alexei Dukasky... From the very beginning, he had fallen into a well-laid trap.

But...how did they do it?

Recalling today's whereabouts, whether it was leaving the barracks on a temporary basis, or writing a letter while relaxing in this tavern, it was all a temporary idea, and even I couldn't predict it in advance. Why could these people be so accurate in ambush?

So it's not a prediction, but a careful preparation. I have predicted that I will appear at this time - what kind of manpower and material resources are able to do this? Is it really necessary for me to be targeted so hard by the other party? !

Dodging the lead bullets nailed to the wall with his head sideways, the bewildered Alexei grabbed the assassin's collar with his backhand, and the flames flowed into the clothes like water before the opponent resisted, howling, together with the figure behind him. and was ignited.

"Dozens of people armed with guns, surrounded a bare-handed knight in a tavern and gang-fighted, you really spared no expense." Throwing his coat on the ground, Alexey looked around cursingly:

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

While roaring, the scorched coat ignited a raging fire, and the flowing flames and its strange gestures wandered and spread on the floor of the tavern; before everyone could react, they covered the entire tavern.

boom-

The tavern, where guns were being fired at, instantly turned into a fiery prison; the assassins, who were still expressionless just now, suddenly trembled slightly in the hands holding their weapons.

But now is not the time to be in a daze - the twisted figure wrapped in a heat wave has already rushed towards them with a low growl.

"winter-!"

That was the sound of a violent impact on the chest, and the hit assassin flew into the air without any suspense, and under the gaze of countless eyes, spewed out... smoke?

It's not blood, but gray smoke, the smoke that drifts from the burning of flesh and blood.

"What are you doing in a daze, do it!"

Alexey roared unscrupulously. He went out without a weapon and waved a pair of scorched fists, rushing towards the crowd hunting him like a wounded beast.

The assassins hurriedly pulled the trigger as if they had just woken up from a dream, and the dense random shooting was brought into full play in the small tavern, no matter how flexible Alexey's actions were, it was impossible to avoid them all.

Shoulders, knees, the middle of the torso... The assassin's guns never left the vital points where the target would be incapacitated. Alexei's white shirt and military trousers were soon soaked in blood.

But after the blood stained the cloth, there was always an inconspicuous flame sweeping over, closing the wound.

Perhaps it is because the fire knight is so rare that few people know that the "fire" of the fire knight...or the core of Alexei's blood power is a transformation of life force burning.

However, the vitality that was burned as firewood did not necessarily have to be his own - he was just a kindling, and any living body that Alexei came into contact with could be ignited and then release its power.

What the assassins didn't realize was that when the flames covered and sealed the entire tavern, they had already become firewood thrown into the furnace, and every minute and every second was being called "Alexey Dukasky" "The tinder is burning.

But when he rushed forward with injuries all over his body, even the stupid assassins realized that their plan had deviated; but their brains were completely blank, and their eyes were dull as they faced the iron fist that hit them.

"come!"

"Let me see your abilities!"

"If you want to kill me, this ability alone is not enough!"

Loudly provoking the enemy, Alexei, who was attacking quickly, smashed the target directly on the wall. The palm close to the wall pulled a flame out of thin air, and flung it out while avoiding the muzzle of the gun behind him. The flame burst in the crowd.

Not to mention any skills, Alexei, who had never learned fighting at all, was just waving his fists, releasing the power of his blood to his heart's content; incinerate.

In his impression, this should be the first time he can use the power of blood so thoroughly, even when he was in the new world, he never had such a good opportunity like this time.

Enjoying the pleasure of being punched to the flesh, with a lot of life force burning around him, Alexei became more and more calm - the other party has spent such a lot of trouble, and there must be no follow-up plan.

Should he hold himself back and attack other targets, or use himself as a bait or target to lure the commander-in-chief to appear?

All in all, I can't waste any more time!

……………

"Yeah, there's no time to waste."

Cole Dorian said suddenly, with the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "Although it is important to obtain as much information as possible, if you procrastinate, you will probably be taught by Sera, right?"

"I hate being lectured by her. I didn't hate it that much before, but recently...for some reason, after being scolded by her, I feel not only frustrated, but also make me feel bad."

Um?

Confusion suddenly appeared on the faces of the two assassins; the blood-soaked caster couldn't help frowning: "Who... are you talking to?"

"With whom... Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are still here." The chief judge laughed: "It's nothing, it's just chatting with friends, you don't have to worry about it."

"By the way, didn't you just want to know where that Ansen Bach guy went? It's very simple, he is here, and he never left."

…Um? !

The caster who was biting his cigar was shocked, and the rusty "hunting knife" in UU reading www.uukanshu.com's hand almost pierced the back of Cole's neck.

"You said he... didn't leave?"

With a hoarse voice, the blood-stained caster secretly exerted force on his right hand holding the flint axe, as if he was on guard: "Your Excellency, Chief Judge, we don't want to hurt you, but..."

"harm?"

Cole suddenly couldn't help but interrupted with a smile: "I said...you must have misunderstood it, thinking that a judge can be subdued with a little trick."

"Don't let me be self-righteous there, prey, please have a little prey awareness!"

Before the words fell, Cole pulled hard and aimed the muzzle of the flintlock at the sky.

Abruptly... tore off the opponent's arm!

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