I Will Be The Crowned King

The crisp knock on the door interrupted the conversation between Anson and Serra. Although the two had been looking at each other and silent for a few minutes, they had gone from verbal to physical and eye contact to purely spiritual communication. complex

After hesitating for a moment, the female judge took the initiative to open the door, her pupils shrank slightly when she saw the visitor, her expression was serious:

"... Are you finally back?"

"Hey, has Lisa been away for a long time?"

The girl who was asked tilted her head and looked at Ansen on the sofa behind: "But Sister Talia said, it didn't take much time at all?"

"Yes, yes... Maybe she remembered it wrong too." Anson quickly got up, smiled and took the girl into the room before the female judge: "Lisa must be very tired after being out for so long?"

"Um!"

The girl nodded seriously, feeling dizzy and completely out of her usual agility: "I don't know why, it's like having a long, long dream. I'm very tired and...very hungry."

"Take a good rest when you're tired, and don't run around anymore." While comforting the girl, Ansen gave the female judge another look, and the knowing judge glanced vigilantly at the door behind her, confirming again and again that there was no problem Then the door was closed.

"I'll tell Mrs. Bogner to make her prepare dinner early, and brother Christian will come to accompany you later; Lisa is a good girl, and a good girl can't cause trouble for friends and family members."

"Well, Lisa is a good girl."

Although she was no longer as innocent as before, the girl still valued this "title" very much, and returned to her room obediently without saying anything.

"Ah, that's right." As if she just remembered it suddenly, Lisa's dizzy little head popped out from behind the door: "Sister Talia also said something, and I want Lisa to pass it on to Anson."

As soon as the words fell, An Sen and the female judge, who were tense at the same time, looked at each other tacitly.

"What did she say?"

"Say..." the girl recalled seriously:

"It's over, but only temporarily... well, that's it."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the two understood it or not, they closed the door on their own, flung themselves on the bed, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep soundly.

Outside the snoring door, the two fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Anson took a deep breath and looked at Sierra who was thinking, "Let's go."

"…What?"

"Lisa has made it very clear that the matter is over...although it is temporary." Anson said solemnly: "What is left for us is the final finishing work."

"You might as well go to the scene together and witness with your own eyes how this farce ended."

While teasing like this, Ansen walked past the female judge and pushed open the door.

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"boom-!!"

The screams that tore through the air echoed in the endless darkness, and the hot lead bullets spewed out, turning into fireworks in the middle of the night.

Machiya looked up at the man wielding a flint ax in a little surprise, the original fear and panic in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by pure and crazy killing intent.

How could it be... Although I did keep my hand on purpose, can a mere talented person be able to get rid of the physical constraints so easily and regain control of the body? complex

It's inevitable...

It's getting interesting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hoarse to the point of roaring with distorted expression, Cole Dorian, who vented his inner fear and inferiority complex, has fallen into boundless madness.

He once thought that he had the consciousness to surpass Captain Lawrence, and even if he was abandoned by the Holy See, he could still lead Judge Clovis to protect the faith alone; but when the reality was in front of him, the seemingly lofty idea suddenly became Ridiculous.

Captain Lawrence... Captain Lawrence, who was blown into a pulp in front of the blasphemy mage and endured countless extreme negative emotions, was a mountain that he could never overcome.

Cole believes that the judges of Clovis must be stronger than Captain Lawrence, who has always been cautious; but no... no judge can give everyone an almost infinite sense of security like him. complex

Even if he got the title of chief judge, even if he got Sierra Virgil's...I still couldn't surpass him and get the qualification to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

At least... At least he can replace him, continue to protect Clovis, and protect the Order of Truth Seeking; even if it is completely destroyed, it can continue with the honor of the guardian of the faith.

But even such a humble wish was personally destroyed by the guy in front of him.

What a calm, what a rational, meaningless! There is only one thing I have to do, and that is to ruthlessly ravage and kill the smashing thing in front of me!

"boom-!!"

There was another roar, and the hot fuzzy ax roared again, and the flames of the gun instantly covered Machia's petite figure.

"The meaningless move, is it because I didn't express it clearly enough just now?" The young man who leaned slightly asked, "You can't do me any harm at all. Accepting your own death happily is the best ending for you." complex

But at this moment, the flint ax emitting red light tore through the thick white smoke, and the ax blade stabbed straight at the center of His brow.

Ding-

Machia raised his right hand, and gently tapped the tip of the ax with his slender and immature index finger; no matter how hard Cole tried, he couldn't go any further.

This is within the domain of Machia's laws. In other words, as long as he wants to, he can distort the real laws of nature at any time to become what he wants. The possibility that conventional means can harm an apostle whose domain is fully open...is very slim.

But Cole doesn't care.

With crazy eyes, he now only has endless killing intent in his mind... When the frontal attack was blocked, he decisively dodged sideways, and at the same time pulled out the judge's revolver from behind, and continued to kill like a wild beast.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-!!"

The fire was flickering in the darkness, and the lead bullets that could shatter heads were stopped one by one by Machia's fingers, calmly as if directing a beautiful chorus.

He didn't attack either, just kept receiving Cole's attacks, backed up, shifted, turned around, and stared intently at that extremely crazy face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-!!"

Cole roared at the top of his voice, completely abandoning the extremely cautious style of play in the past, and launched attacks again and again with pure wild instinct, and his ferocity even surpassed many Wild Hunt knights.

As a talented person of the Holy Grail Knight, Cole Dorian's bloodline strength is that as long as he is not injured, his physical fitness is more than three times that of an ordinary person's peak, and there is no start-up cost.

The only limitation is that it cannot be injured. The more damage it takes, the weaker its strength will be in proportion; but the Holy Grail Knight's vitality is second only to the Wild Hunt Knight, and the near-fatal injury to ordinary people is not painful at all on Cole. itch.

So relying on the advantage of his bloodline strength and his desperate fighting posture, it seemed that he even succeeded in suppressing Machia, and it was completely one-sided crushing! complex

"Why are you so persistent?"

The boy's voice sounded again, and at the same time he looked at the crazy figure in front of him in puzzlement: "Take a step back, even if you kill me, your subordinates will not be able to be resurrected."

"you shut up!"

Cole roared madly, and the ferocious ax blade fell straight from the top of his head, even if the flaws in his body were exposed, he did not hesitate, leaving no room at all.

Although he was angry, he was also desperately looking for a way to hurt the other party: since the domain of law did not directly force him to commit suicide, it meant that this power was not absolute, and opportunities still existed!

"It's really unreasonable... You clearly know that begging me is the only way to bring your subordinates back from the dead," Machia shook his head:

"My rule is 'wish'... as long as it is a wish, it is possible to realize it, no matter how absurd it sounds."

"After all... only something that is inconceivable and absolutely impossible to achieve with one's own strength deserves to be called a 'wish'... isn't it?"

The moment the words fell, Cole, who was maddened to the extreme by anger, hesitated.

Although it was only for a moment, although it did not prevent him from swinging the flint ax again and pulling the trigger at Machia... But the hesitation in that moment was extremely real; even if it was only a little bit, his heart armed with anger showed a flaw .

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Yes, this is the weakness that human beings, as lower beings, can never get rid of; their own powerlessness leads to forever struggling in vain in helpless things, pinning their hopes on the existence that they cannot control and cannot determine at all.

Grasp this point, no matter how firm and unshakable you pretend to be, you will be reduced to a slave at the mercy of others.

"Yes...Actually, we are not enemies at all. From the very beginning, there has been no contradiction between you and me." Machia continued to follow the persuasion while dodging Cole Dorian's attack:

"This is a misunderstanding and a wrong judgment. It is ridiculous to make you think that I and the assassins who attacked you are allies; I don't belong to any camp, I just kept my promise."

"Now...in order to ease the conflict between you and me, I can make a small concession, such as..." The boy deliberately prolonged his voice: "I will fulfill one of your wishes."

"No matter how absurd the wish is, as long as you open your mouth, I will fulfill it, really; I never deceive those who wish to me, in my eyes, you are all equal, and your wishes should be fulfilled of."

"Come on, say your wish, say... what you desire."

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Outer City, Old Wall Street.

After getting the "truth" from his father, the heavy-hearted Ludwig came to the outer city, intending to personally suppress this unprovoked riot. complex

Now that it is clear that the truth cannot be obtained from the mouth of the traitor, then directly torture the assassin who is actually in charge of the operation—even if there are ninety-nine hard bones out of a hundred people, the last one will always have a way to dig out something.

If there is really none, then it doesn’t really matter... Evidence can be invented and created. After torture, you can say whatever you want. It is not difficult to make the empire take the blame .

After all, even if the information is really dug up, the other party will definitely not admit it to death; this kind of "truth" has always been enough to convince one's own people.

But the situation... seems to have exceeded his expectations.

"What did you say, the judge of the Seeking Truth Order has already taken the first step?"

With a slightly ugly face, Ludwig hoped for Roman, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't they intercept those scattered attackers in various communities before, why did they suddenly go to rescue the Leiden Military Factory?"

"It seems that when I was chasing the fleeing attacker, I accidentally discovered that the other party was besieging the Leiden military factory." Roman said in a deep voice: "There is a factory just controlled by the Ministry of the Army, and there are a lot of important mechanical facilities in it; If it is damaged, I am afraid it will cause a lot of impact."

Ludwig twitched his lips. He didn't care about the impact, but since the Order of Seeking Truth had accepted it, he didn't have a chance to end the game directly; according to the consistent tradition of the judges, I'm afraid there won't be any survivors left in the end .

"I can't help it... Now that the judge has controlled the scene, let's take the next best thing." Ludwig couldn't help but sighed: "Tell the police on Whitehall Street to block the surrounding communities, absolutely Can't...huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Roman's obviously hesitant expression, and the ruling lord's expression became even uglier: "No, can't you?"

"I'm afraid it's exactly the same as what you guessed." The loyal adjutant said in a deep voice: "There was already a Storm Legion garrison in that military factory... Not only that, their two infantry regiments have blocked all surrounding communities, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com drove away all the residents on the street; if our people want to approach the scene, I am afraid that we must obtain the other party's permission."

Ludwig Franz: "…"

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In the darkness, the corners of Machia's mouth began to rise uncontrollably, waiting for the other party to voluntarily give up resistance, pray for forgiveness to himself, and fulfill the wish that was out of reach in his eyes. complex

But... the expected picture has a small deviation from the reality.

"puff-"

The scorching ax cut off the young man's fingers like ripping butter, and then stabbed straight forward along the back of the hand, splitting the entire white and smooth arm in half vertically; under the firelight, the melted flesh and blood were Burnt to a foul-smelling coke.

And all of this only happened in an instant... so fast that the young man didn't even realize it immediately, the raging fire had already rushed down his arms to his torso, almost igniting his whole body.

"How is it, the taste of pain?"

Cole, who was almost insane, stared at the astonished Machia, and raised the ax blade again: "Didn't you ask me what wish I want, my wish is very simple, and there is only one..."

"...That is, the power to hunt down gods!"

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