I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the gun flames lit up, Bronn, whose pupils shrank suddenly, didn't even see what was going on.

In the last brief moment, Anson Bach's terrified expression was reflected in the ice-blue pupils, and he desperately stood in front of him, as if saying something to him aloud.

But Bloane didn't hear.

When he clearly saw the figure walking out of the shadows and holding the axe and gun in one hand, it was the highest-ranking Inquisitor of the Truth-seeking Order, Lawrence Bernat; When the words were "get down"; when he finally remembered that he was holding a pistol in his right hand, and it was loaded...

Everything is too late.

The flaming lead bullets shot out, and a spiral-shaped barrage unfolded at the muzzle of the axe gun; like the sharp claws of a fierce beast, a dark red blood mist exploded on Ansen's chest; the body hit by the lead bullets fell backwards He turned his back, **** bullet holes all over his body.

"Pfft!"

Anson, who only had time to say a word, knelt on his knees and fell into a pool of blood.

The shattered body twitched slightly, and viscous blood was constantly spilling from under it.

The eyes that were open angrily lost their luster little by little.

Anson Bach, dead.

How could this be...

With a blank mind, Bron couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

At the moment when Serra Virgil was silenced with a shot, he was almost certain that Anson Bach had betrayed Professor Mace Hornard, and he pretended that the snake was to lead the professor into the trap set by the church and the trial.

But now... did you guess wrong?

He focused too much on Anson Bach, and ended up ignoring the Inquisitor hiding in the dark, only to let the other party touch his back? !

In a trance, Lawrence in a black trench coat stepped out of the shadows, his icy gaze locked on Bronne's figure through the brim of the three-cornered hat. Turn in his hand.

The next second, the axe spear turned into an afterimage of death.

"Clang——!!!!"

The fierce wind that ripped through the air brushed past Bronne's side, and there were several irregular scars on his pale cheeks; with a loud resounding loud noise, the whirling axe shot hit the wall behind him.

At the last moment of the close call, Bloane finally finished casting a spell on Lawrence through his sight, and used hallucinations to influence his judgment of distance and location.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Lawrence, who was shot down, decisively pulled out the "dagger", and the loud noise of the gun flame blasted one terrifying crater after another on the wall, but he could never hit Bron; But always get past it.

Even so, Bronze didn't feel the joy of the rest of his life, or the confidence of Zhizhu in his grip; on the contrary, Bronny, whose hair was standing upright, really felt the fear of death, which made him quickly recover his calm from the shock.

"Are you afraid?"

The expressionless Lawrence attacked, and the ferocious and serrated saber was pulled out from the waist. The blade was full of traces of rust and blood plasma:

"You should be afraid, the lackey of the Lord of Dark Magic;"

"The land you stand on is the Church of Order, the birthplace of the Qiuzhen Sect; the top of your head is the sanctuary of the Ring of Order; the person in front of you is the executioner who hunts the disrespectful for God;"

"Bron Ide, you should be afraid!"

The ferocious saber was like a hyena showing its fangs, slashing towards Bronn's figure with a bloodthirsty aura.

"Pfft!"

Under the blade, blood gushed out.

Bronn, who was cut in half with a knife, widened his eyes in disbelief. The ice-blue pupils reflected the image of blood flying and the saber piercing his chest.

The next second, the body that was torn into pieces suddenly darkened, disappearing into the air like an afterimage.

Phantasm? !

The expressionless Lawrence stepped forward over Anson Bach's corpse, and slammed the saber behind him.

"Clang!"

The note of the collision of the sharp blades exploded in his ears, and the splashing sparks covered the surprise that flashed from the corner of Lawrence's eyes.

What blocked the saber was a slender silver rapier. The rapier was like some kind of living "creature". The slender blade kept squirming and twisting, as if chewing and biting on the saber.

Lawrence, who quickly regained his composure, immediately clenched the hilt of the knife, and the blade rubbed the blade of the rapier with a piercing, devil-like whine, and continued to attack Bronne.

The young bachelor was forced back several steps by the oppressive slashes, and Lawrence, who seized the gap, continued to swing his saber while reaching his right hand towards the axe and spear nailed to the wall.

The moment he saw the strange rapier, the judge knew that he had been hit by the opponent's illusion, and even that moment of astonishment had made the enemy gain insight into his memory, and all his information had been exposed in front of Bronne.

Because spellcasters who are proficient in black magic are such terrifying existences.

Prying into people's hearts, seducing the deepest fears, creating bizarre illusions, chanting horrible and filthy words, and destroying all beliefs... This is the power of the Black Mage.

In the ancient dark ages, these "seemingly harmless" black mages were the most feared enemies in the eyes of the Church of Order; although conjurers and blood mages possessed great power, the black mages could make a firm judge betray the order. ring.

but……

"But the noble Lawrence Bernat was not afraid of these."

Bronne, who had regained his indifference, said so.

"Lawrence Bernat, an ordinary talent who inherited the bloodline of the 'Wild Hunter Knight', somehow became the oldest judge of the Truth Seeking Order; almost all judges are not promoted to the age of forty. Shengdu, just can't stand the pressure and old age and sickness and retire, or die early."

"you are the only exception."

The viper-like stabbing sword and the ferocious saber kept colliding, and the bursting sparks turned into pus splashing in Lawrence's eyes, and the touched skin quickly corroded, festered, and festered.

"Everyone owes it to the 'power of blood' - the incomparably powerful 'Wild Hunter Knight' bloodline allows you to have extremely strong physical strength and tolerance for pain, so that you can become a judge from an ordinary person. , sitting in the current position."

"But you and I both know that's not the truth... right?"

Bronn's indifferent words were mixed with echoes like a deep valley whisper, which echoed in Lawrence's ears.

"You have been patient, unlimited patience... The core of the 'Wild Hunter' bloodline is to abandon reason and use madness and unbridled **** to gain strength; you have done the opposite, gaining strength from reason and patience ."

"Amazing!"

At the moment when the knives were entangled, the gas lamps in the corridor and the secret room went out one by one, and blurred and twisted figures appeared one after another in the darkness, attacking the Inquisitor from all directions.

The spitting pus continued to corrode the Inquisitor's face, and the cheeks on both sides under the three-cornered hat had completely festered, revealing the bones, flesh and teeth underneath; and out of the ear hole.

But Lawrence's eyes didn't change at all. He raised the reloaded axe gun and aimed the still smoking muzzle at the slender figure wielding a stabbing sword in the dark.

"boom--!"

In the gushing fire, Bron's head exploded instantly; under the scorching lead bullet, the sizzling flesh and blood spurted out to the surroundings.

The next second, the headless corpse disappeared again without a trace.

Everything is an illusion, an illusion created by Bronx. All of his senses have been controlled by Bronx. He is trying to...

"Trying to break you down mentally."

Bron's indifferent voice sounded again, mocking and sarcastic.

At the same time as the words sounded, countless ferocious figures had already attacked the Inquisitor from all directions, like tentacles with no shape; the wrists, limbs, torso, neck... wrapped him in it.

The tentacles seemed to be constantly tightening, binding, and tearing at his body: the three-cornered hat was torn to pieces, the arms and the top of the head were scratched with bloodstains that could be seen deep in the bones, and all the bones on the body were pressed and twisted. With a whimper, the dark red plasma soaked his body, and his vision turned blood red.

The struggling Inquisitor drove his body desperately like a mechanical puppet, and was pierced by the black tentacles into his eye sockets. His eyes that were overflowing with blood once again locked on Bronn's figure, and desperately raised the axe gun that was already entangled with the black tentacles.

"boom--!"

The gunshots sounded, but it was not Bronny who fell.

It was a little girl - wearing a flower-colored skirt full of patches and wine stains, changed from a tablecloth, with a blushing face with a smile that could not help but be happy at first glance, holding a handful of this in her arms Rare flowers in season.

Lawrence knew her, and her father died at his own hands - Wissam, a gangster and trade union leader who was used by the Black Mage, was beaten with an axe and a gun at the newspaper office of the "Clowe Truth" in Old Wall Street Headshot.

The spear flame that illuminated the darkness tore the tentacles attached to it to pieces, and countless petals scattered in the sky. The girl with an innocent and lovely smile was instantly torn apart and fell into a pool of blood.

Lawrence's eyes widened suddenly, and at this moment, ripples appeared in his heart that was originally calm.

Maybe it's just a little bit, or just a moment, but it's enough for a black mage... Bronn appeared in the darkness with an expressionless face, his left hand stretched out from behind, and he held his left hand in front of him, squeezing his fingers lightly.

"Boom!"

The untraceable friction sound turned into a loud noise comparable to the explosion of a twelve-pound grenade by Lawrence's ears; the body wrapped in shadows jolted and twitched backwards.

"Boom!"

The fragile eardrum was penetrated again, the blood vessels under the skin that were left on the festering cheeks burst out one by one, and the dark red blood plasma mixed with pus spurted out from the nostrils and ear holes.

"Boom!"

The eyeballs that couldn't bear the pressure were crushed together with the flesh, the optic nerve protruded from the eye socket along with the gushing pus, and the corners of the tightly pursed mouth were forcibly opened by tentacles, revealing the bitten tongue and mouth full of minced meat.

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

The hoarse screams exploded from the throat that was constantly overflowing with blood.

Bronny, who stepped forward slowly, put his hands behind his back, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"That's right, the heretics who betrayed the original ring, you are so vulnerable."

He looked at Lawrence, who was covered in tentacles. Even though the eyes of the other party had been gouged out and crushed, Bloane still had the illusion that he was being stared at by the other party.

"The so-called 'power of blood' will weaken and fail if it does not meet the conditions of use; just by knowing what your abilities are, you can easily find your weaknesses - I have to admit that when I first learned about this When the truth came, I was very surprised."

"When I was young, I also admired you 'talented people' and regarded you as omnipotent heroes who maintained world peace; until I was told that it was impossible to become you in this life, because there was no flow in my body... The blood of noble knights."

The wailing Lawrence was still struggling desperately, blood continuously spilling out of his body along with his trembling right arm, which was slowly raised little by little.

The sabers covered with tentacles stuck to Bronny's throat.

"Of course, all of this has brought me less surprises than you, Lawrence Bernat." Bloane sarcastically even took a half step forward so that the tip of the knife could stick to his neck:

"The most experienced judge, the executioner of those who are disrespectful to God, personally killed Lawrence Bernat, a believer of no less than three figures of the old God... He actually showed his flaws because of a little girl."

"You even know very well that it can't be her, and she can never appear here. This must be an illusion created by me, and I'm still deceived in the end... Why?"

"Experience and aging made you weak?"

Bronne snorted, and the stabbing sword hidden behind him slowly raised, pointed the tip of the sword at Lawrence's throat, and stabbed it sharply.

"Pfft!"

It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood.

But the tip of the rapier still stopped in Bron's hand, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face~www.novelmt.com~ The ice-blue eyes slowly dropped, and a silver-white dagger pierced from Bron's face. stabbed out from the neck.

This, this is... how is this... how is this possible...

I, I clearly saw with my own eyes... I saw him with my own eyes...

The stunned Bronny coughed and slowly looked back with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A familiar figure was standing behind him.

Anson Bach, who was breathing heavily, was clutching the hilt of his silver-white dagger tightly, and the blood on his coat full of bullet holes condensed into a dark red.

Shock and anger gathered in Bronne's pupils at the same time.

"Ansen Bach... You... sure enough... betrayed us!"

Bronny, who was pierced through his throat, shouted out these words with his torn trachea.

"Dear Bronne, it's too outlandish for you to say that."

An Sen stared at those icy blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised under the slightly cold eyes: "From the moment we meet, you treat me, or I treat you, between the two of us..."

"Have you ever had even a trace of trust?"

"If not, don't say such hurtful words, how about obediently dying?"

The voice fell, An Sen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and blood gushed out with the falling heads.

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