I Will Be The Crowned King

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The moment he heard the excited shouts of the black mage, Anson immediately realized that something was going to be bad—the last thing he didn't want to see, and the last thing he didn't want to happen, still happened.

Countless shadows flocked to the petite figure from the spiral corridor, and Lisa, who was screaming and running, was like a blade that splits all darkness and illusions, tearing all the weirdness in front of her to pieces.

No, it wasn't torn apart... Anson's wide eyes flashed with amazement, those hallucinations had already shattered and disintegrated as they approached her.

Crazy howls and shrill screams echoed in the air, and the endless spiral corridors returned to their original appearance around her.

At that moment, the stunned An Sen suddenly thought of a lot, and figured it out a lot.

But he could no longer think of a perfect plan - just as he turned around, Anson suddenly found that Mace Hornard had disappeared.

Lawrence, who was forced to retreat by the shock of his spirit, knelt down on one knee in pain, the blood vessels in his head and neck burst out one by one, and blood overflowed from his nostrils and ears; and at the moment when he bowed his head, the black mage in front of him did not. trace.

The hallucination that flashed before my eyes that didn't exist...disappeared.

not good!

"Lisa - get out of the way!"

The girl who was rushing didn't think at all. She jumped on the spot and turned on her back while idling and fell forward. The Borny rifle in her hand made a crisp and elegant bolt sound.

"boom!"

The screeching buckshot penetrated the sudden flash of Mace Hornard, leaving a bone-deep scar on his shoulder; but there was no pain or anger on the Black Mage's face, only agitation to madness of joy.

"Sure enough, only the blood of the apostles can resist the mental manipulation from the lower ranks..." The excited Mace Hornard was still muttering to himself, and stretched out his right hand, which still had a **** hole, towards Lisa. :

"You're not Lisa Bach, you're Lisa August!"

"You...you are the blood magic apostle who fell three hundred years ago, the last blood descendant of 'August'!"

The girl with wide-eyed horror watched the hand stretch out towards her; while moving her body backwards in a panic, she threw away the Borny rifle and pulled the revolver from her bosom.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'eseses'esesessesessessessn's's's's's''''s''''snie episode incident events happened events

The spouting revolver roared in fear, and the lead bullets pierced through Mace Hornard's body one by one. Countless shadows, like demons wrapped in rapids, gathered and hovered under his feet. .

The endless spiral corridor gradually collapsed, and the kerosene lamps that flickered were constantly engulfed by shadows, replaced by deep invisible darkness.

Darkness...is the first and deepest fear.

Terrified, Lisa screamed loudly and shot the last round of ammunition in the magazine with her eyes closed.

Gun flames emitting a scorching aura gushed out from the gunpowder smoke, and the swirling lead bullets spread out their golden-red wings in the air, like a phoenix of nirvana, turning into a spiral flame storm and rushing towards the oncoming Kuroshio.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire]!

"boom--!"

The flames burst, and all the shadows and darkness turned into dissipated ashes in the distorted light of reality, leaving only a sea of ​​flames.

At that moment, Lisa, who felt the light, immediately opened her eyes wide and turned her head to look behind her; Anson, who was pale, stood on the spot with his open right hand stretched forward.

As an advanced magic of [Gathering Flame], the biggest advantage of [Rising Fire] is that it can directly create and control a flame within the casting distance without rubbing or touching it, and its power is linked to the preparation time.

The only pity is that this spell was obtained too late, after spending a day and a half to master it, it was too late to prepare too much, otherwise it would not be so passive.

Anson, who broke free from the shackles of the shadow, barely stood still and looked at Mace Hornard, who was trapped in the fire; behind the monocle under the top hat, a pair of blood-colored pupils passed through the sea of ​​fire and darkness, meeting his own eyes. See.

boom--

Almost at the first glance, An Sen felt a clear sense of dizziness, as if a sharp blade had pierced into his mind, and his head seemed to burst in pain.

If it wasn't for the countless painful experiences when the "power" was activated, if there was at least a distance of more than 20 steps between the two, I would have been so painful that I lost consciousness.

"Don't look away!"

Just as Anson dodged subconsciously, Lawrence's shout came from behind:

"Look into his eyes and bear the pain!"

"Looking at him can make him invisible in front of you and not be confused by false illusions!"

"To defeat the nightmare, you must look directly at the nightmare!"

The shocked Anson immediately widened his eyes, and Mace Hornard's frantic smile was reflected in his pupils; at a distance of dozens of steps, the deep-rooted fear seemed to make it all close at hand.

Lawrence, dressed in black, rushed out from behind him, aiming the axe gun in his right hand at the figure in the sea of ​​fire.

Without any hesitation, An Sen, who was manipulating the flame with one hand, snapped his fingers and rubbed another [Rising Fire] directly onto the lead bullet in the muzzle of the axe gun.

"boom--!"

The roaring barrage rushed towards the black mage in the sea of ​​fire, blasting a large blood mist in front of his chest, and his slender and slender body shattered instantly.

His shoulders were shattered, and large tracts of flesh and blood evaporated in the flames, or turned into pitch-black coke... But Anson's pupils always reflected his crazy smile until his body was completely engulfed by the flames.

Among the soaring sparks, there was only a top hat covered with ashes, slowly falling.

When the flames dissipated, everything around them returned to their original state - the three people stood back to back in the empty secret room, and there was nothing left.

Looking at the door of the secret room that was obviously knocked open in front of him, An Sen's face showed a "sure enough" expression.

From the moment he and Lawrence stepped into the door, they were already under the mental manipulation of the black mage, and they never touched the door from beginning to end; Lisa didn't rush in from the corridor, but just slammed it open. door.

Because of the blood of the apostles, it can resist the mental manipulation from low-level positions; the appearance of Lisa formed a certain degree of inhibition on the black mage, and all the illusions he created collapsed.

In other words, as long as Lisa is here, he can't hypnotize the three of them, but at the same time, she also completely exposed her target in front of the black mage... I really don't know if it's good news or bad news.

Lisa, who was in a panic, got up from the ground and turned her head to look at Anson with big, terrified eyes.

"He... is he dead?"

"I don't know, probably not."

An Sen's expression was unprecedentedly calm, not because he knew it, but because the expression of the Black Mage left a deep impression on him at the time, it was hard to imagine that he was dead.

In the next second, his heartstrings were tense, and his hair suddenly stood up—the mechanical box that contained the "Great Magic Book" memory card had disappeared!

"Dear Anson, I guess... you're looking for this?"

An extremely gentle voice sounded, causing the three people with different expressions to look back at the same time.

The dim light and shadow of the secret room outlines a slender figure, and Lisa's face instantly lost its color at the moment of "seeing" it.

If it was just "weird" before, then Mace Hornard has completely lost his "human" shape.

The muscles on his face have completely melted, the gorgeous long tuxedo on his body has disappeared, and his torso is like a mass of flesh made up of countless crowded heads, lifted by shadows and purple demonic flames and suspended in the air.

The mechanical box holding the "Great Magic Book" was also floating beside the huge chunk of meat, and had been opened and empty.

In the dead silent chamber, the sound of the steam differential engine running echoed, and the memory card had been inserted into the card slot of the differential engine.

Is this what Mace Hornard really is? Anson looked stunned.

What... This is a complete plan to stop acting, and it's a showdown?

It was indeed mentioned in "The Study of the Three Old Gods" that a spellcaster who became a Blasphemy Mage would become "another form of life", and he also speculated that Mace Hornard's current body was probably created only by him The illusion, but never imagined that his real body is actually like this...

shape.

"Dear Anson, I see confusion...and confusion in your face."

The black mage said lightly, and while speaking, all the mouths all over the body opened at the same time, saying the exact same words in unison.

"Why? As a believer of the Old God who pursues truth and truth, shouldn't this be the ideal state that all of us share?"

"A weak body is of no use at all, all we need is knowledge and truth, all we need is more eyes that can find wisdom, and a brain that can think about it all!"

"I have surpassed all spellcasters now,"

"That's all!"

"That's everything!"

"That's the ambition of all true Old God believers!"

"Abandon everything that is superfluous, keep only the most perfect self, and embark on the road to becoming a god; replace the fallen three old gods!"

Every face on the head that was squeezed into a mass of meat became crazy, and the ecstatic shouts echoed in the secret room again and again.

The sharp sound pierced the spirits of Anson and Lawrence, making their faces extremely ugly. Under the blushing and purple complexion, the blue veins on their foreheads burst out like they were about to explode.

Only Liza didn't seem to be affected... The girl with fear written all over her face squatted on the ground, covering her ears with her hands.

For the three people with painful expressions, the black mage completely ignored them.

A few minutes later, the "Big Magic Book" will appear in front of him;

The blood of the incomparably noble apostles is already in his own pocket;

Having both of them at the same time, he will find the key to unlock the next level of evolution in the uninhabited northern icefield, and become the first new apostle after the first year of the Saint calendar.

In the eyes of the black mage, all this has become a foregone conclusion; not to mention Anson and Lawrence, even if the religious judgment directly under the Holy City is personally there, they are already powerless!

Everything looked so perfect, until the incomparably precise steam differential engine behind him, which was rapidly reading and calculating, issued a crisp, subtle to imperceptible "click"...

its stuck.

The smile on the black mage's face suddenly became stiff, and there was a trace of panic in his crazy eyes.

what happened?

From the first time he stepped into this secret room, everyone in the entire Clovis Cathedral was under his surveillance, and it was impossible for anyone to manipulate the memory card!

As for Anson Bach... If this is a trap he presupposed, even if he only thinks of it for a moment, he will be exposed to the sight of the black mage; but because it is not, Mace Hornard has never Considered in this direction.

The scarlet pupils all over the body turned quickly, and the panicked Black Mage began to subconsciously read the thoughts and micro expressions of the people around him.

In the next second, he quickly caught the sudden flash in Anson's eyes, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

The remains of Oliver who died in the Charity Orphanage...

Karin Jacques' Underground Trade...

The secret robbery at Clovis Cathedral in the 75th year of the saint's calendar...

Andil Bogner, who was in the middle of the family, and the three cards he sold... white cards with indistinguishable materials...

These flashbacks in Anson's memory quickly poured into Mace Hornard's consciousness, and gradually assembled in his mind into the truth that could explain what happened at this moment.

Anson Bach... He got the other three lost memory cards very early, but because he was "uncertain" all the time, this matter never appeared in his mind, and he had no way of knowing it.

"Respected Professor Mace Hornard, more than that."

Anson's slightly sarcastic words sounded in the black mage's consciousness, which was his own "talking to himself" in his own mind.

"It was mentioned in the "Research on the Three Old Gods" that you sent me, the Blasphemy Mage is the evolution of the caster to another life after reaching a stage, but this evolution is incomplete, and becomes another A blasphemous mage, a living being, will have weaknesses that would not have existed as a 'human'."

"What kind of weakness would that be?"

"While thinking about this, I thought of another person, an old friend you've been taking care of for many years."

"Professor Horst."

"He became a lunatic in the literature of St. Isaac with you thirty years ago, and you became a black mage; all this is what Bloane told me, presumably for your orders to test and Approaching me as a way to be nice to me, but it made me think of a very interesting possibility."

"Is it possible that the two of you... have both succeeded?"

"As someone who is equally thirsty for knowledge and truth, Professor Horst may have gone more extreme and crazier on the evolutionary path than you, but failed to withstand the side effects of evolution, and eventually failed and became A lunatic full of prophecies."

"And this side effect can be known as long as you think about it... You have thrown away more eyes that seek wisdom and a brain that can think, plus your identity as a black mage, the impact of spirituality and emotions on you I am afraid stronger than normal."

"Intense...to the point of having a substantial impact on oneself just by emotion."

"Of course this is all just my baseless guess, but...if it's true..."

"Dear Professor Mace Hornard, you were the only one of the two to survive, not because your willpower was strong enough, but because you backed down on the path of evolution, your passion for knowledge and truth His thirst is far less than that of Professor Horst, and he is not as decisive and courageous in his pursuit of truth."

"you……"

"Just a self-righteous ~www.novelmt.com~ self-talking, self-contradictory coward, and very good at deceiving himself."

"A fearful, weak, timid...coward."

boom--

The trembling Black Mage suddenly widened all the eyes on the whole body, and another emotion in the frantic eyes was rapidly rising, impacting, and erupting.

The unbearable Mace Hornard let out a hysterical scream.

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