I Will Be The Crowned King

23:25, the palace.

The harsh inquisitor's whistle echoed under the dim starry sky, from far to near, short and long, incessantly.

"We're in trouble."

In the middle of the empty fountain garden, Inquisitor Chanis looked up in the direction of the whistle, his face shrouded in smoke dignified:

"It looks like the Knights of Judgment... They don't seem to intend to keep their previous promises and are ready to act in advance; Cole Dorian asked us to save time and fight as quickly as possible."

"Saving, saving time? Quick battle?!"

The black-robed priest shuddered and looked around in fear: "We are almost... no! We are already in the enemy's base camp. How can we fight this quickly?"

Louis on the side did not speak, but his slightly frowning brow was enough to prove that although he was not afraid, he still somewhat agreed with Carin Jacques' idea.

As for Lisa... The girl who held Borny in her hand and was covered in weapons was fearless.

Chanis, who was biting on the old pipe, closed his eyes, and the psychedelic smoke slowly overflowed from the mouthpiece with the movement of the corner of his mouth.

After being silent for a few seconds, he opened his eyes and turned to look at the young knight behind him: "Can you determine the exact location where the Elf King is being held?"

"I don't know." Louis said truthfully:

"But I have been to all the places in the palace that can be used to hold important prisoners, including important warehouses and some remote rooms, and I still remember them!"

Chanis nodded slightly: "How long will it take to search all of them once?"

"All..." Louis thought quickly for a moment:

"At least two... no, about an hour and a half."

"Half an hour - thirty minutes!"

Chanis hoarse his voice, and said solemnly in a tone that cannot be rejected: "I can only give you thirty minutes, this is the upper limit!"

Louis froze in his heart, and after a moment of astonishment, he immediately said with a serious face: "Okay!"

"Wait...I didn't get it!"

The black-robed priest curled up in a ball looked at the two suddenly serious, and suddenly panicked: "Thirty minutes... What are you, you two going to do - aren't you going to throw me out as bait?!"

"It's the bait, yes."

Turning his head, Chanis grinned, with a calm and indifferent expression, in the eyes of the desperate Karin Jacques, it was almost like eating him: "But it's not you."

"Ugh?"

The black-robed priest was stunned, tears drifted in his eyes, and then shrank back.

Chanis with the corners of his mouth curled up has stood up, the icy scythe on his shoulders, leaving a long shadow on his cheek by the starlight.

"I can only help you to attract their attention as much as possible, but there must be a lot of missing pieces in the way; you can avoid them if you can, and if you can't avoid them, make a quick decision!"

"If the elf king is not there, do your best to kill all the old gods you see; if it is, protect him as soon as possible to meet Ansen Bach and retreat, don't think about anything else."

The judge, who did not look back, said coldly to Louis behind him: "Remember, don't be deceived by their appearance and words - no matter how similar they are, they are no longer human or elves; now they are , is the old gods."

"And the old gods... must die!"

The moment the voice fell, the temperature in the vicinity suddenly became cold; the exquisite marble fountain was instantly frozen, and the flowers in the garden shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The faint light suddenly disappeared, and even the starry sky above his head began to distort; strange shadows appeared from all directions, dragging the four into the darkness where no fingers could be seen.

"We were discovered?!" The black-robed priest screamed hysterically.

"We've been discovered long ago!"

The growling Chanis took out his own gun from his arms. The shape is basically the same as the "dagger" revolver. The only difference is the longer and thicker barrel:

"The same kind of people ran into their own territory, do you think they wouldn't know - Your Excellency Carlin Jacques?!"

The black-robed priest stopped calling immediately.

Slowly raising the revolver, the pipe-dipping Inquisitor, like an experienced old hunter, pointed the muzzle in the direction of instinct in the dark, and then pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

The dazzling gun flame lit up the darkness, and also reflected the ferocious figure rushing towards the face.

"Remember, thirty minutes—you only have so much time!"

Chanis roared, and while frantically pulling the trigger with his left hand, the scythe in his right hand swung down; the icy scythe directly pierced through the torso of the elf blood mage from the shoulder, biting the opponent's flesh and blood like the fangs of a fierce beast.

Woo-! ! ! !

The harsh whistle sounded, and the blood mage, who was vomiting blood, widened his eyes in disbelief—the speed of his own flesh and blood growth was completely suppressed by the speed of the steam dissolving.

"You...you this..."

The moment it opened its mouth, it suddenly felt that a hot iron pipe was inserted into its mouth.

"boom!"

The gunfire cracked, and the headless corpse slid from the sickle little by little, and was evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the darkness around them didn't recede - there were obviously more than one of them.

"Come on!"

Without any hesitation, the three immediately turned their heads and ran wildly; the desperate black-robed priest screamed in agony, and was followed by Louis forcibly dragging his collar like a rag. Ernie, pulled two revolvers from the holster in his thigh.

This extremely chaotic battle situation was as smooth as a duck to water for the captain of the Storm Division Guard.

"Wow!"

The shouting girl moved her short legs quickly, and the revolvers of her hands roared wildly, like an angel carrying a kerosene lamp in the dark night.

One left and one right, the flickering "light", with the lead bullet smashing the bones, piercing the body, tearing the flesh and blood, illuminated the way forward for the partners behind.

Looking at the petite figure in front of him who was "opening the way" for himself and the black-robed priest, for a moment, Louis suddenly understood why Arthur was in a state of stimulation—if it was him who had encountered him, the situation would probably not have been the same. How much better than him.

So people with the surname Bach are all so incredible?

Knowing that this is not the time for small talk, and seeming very rude... but if someone is still here, the young knight really wants to discuss this with him.

"Turn left and go this way!"

The bright silver sword light split the oncoming tentacles in two. Louie, who shouted loudly, loosened the black-robed priest's collar, turned around and hugged the girl's body, and rushed along the corridor to the palace.

He kicked the door open, and after seeing Carin Jacques scrambling to follow, Louis immediately locked the door with his backhand; at the moment when it was tightly closed, the girl who was hugged by him did not forget to bite off a grenade. , and threw it along the crack of the door to the promenade outside.

"boom--!!!!"

With a loud bang, the door was immediately quiet.

The three people with different expressions turned their heads and looked at the empty palace corridor in front of them.

Underfoot was a carpet so soft it was suspicious to step on the clouds, flanked by closed door after door, with warm, soft candles illuminating the various murals on the walls and ceiling , looks so lively.

It was empty, no one was there, and no footsteps or even breathing could be heard.

"Safe?!" Carin Jacques looked happy.

"No, no." The young knight holding the girl was still very nervous, and the long knife in his hand always pointed forward:

"I've been here before, and the murals on the walls here at that time...not these!"

"Ugh?!"

Before he finished speaking, all the warm candles were extinguished.

In the darkness, the frightened black-robed priest suddenly felt something, and tremblingly turned his head to the wall beside him, looking at the "lifelike" murals.

On the murals full of religious flavor, the knight wielding a sword and the demon who was pierced by his sword "turned back" at the same time, looked at the black-robed priest with a terrified face, and blinked.

Scarlet eyes.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The shrill screams echoed in the darkness. Hundreds of evil gods, knights, saints, spell casters... seemed to have broken the barrier between the two worlds and frantically poured out of the mural.

Just when the black-robed priest was about to be torn to shreds, the girl who was being hugged broke free from Louis's arms, and stabbed the "Saint" and "Evil God" with a bayonet in the eyes, and the blood was like a punctured water polo. sprayed out.

"Run!"

With a backhand knife, he ripped open the neck of the oncoming "Knight", and Louis rushed behind him anxiously and shouted: "There should be a black mage nearby - we have fallen into its preset illusion trap!"

"Do you still need to remind me?!"

The black-robed priest cried hysterically and ran desperately; countless frescoes were still rushing out of the walls and ceilings, like inexhaustible weeds growing savagely.

The gunshots exploded uninterruptedly, and Louis, who was at the forefront, matched the rhythm of the girl pulling the trigger, alternately dancing the blade with both hands, and opened up a path in the darkness.

But soon, Louis found something different.

"We can't get out!"

"Nonsense, don't you think you found out a little late?!"

While running wildly, the pale-faced Karin Jacques screamed: "This is the black mage's trap. As long as we can't catch the black mage who uses illusions, we will never escape!"

As the black magic that is best at snooping on people's hearts among the three magics, almost all spellcasters who are skilled in this way are very good at creating illusions, using the "scenario" of the combination of reality and reality and the deepest fear of the opponent's heart to defeat the enemy from the spiritual level.

If Anson is here, he must feel very familiar, and he can even easily point out the flaws in this black magic-in the basement of Clovis Cathedral, Professor Mace Hornard's apprentice Bron, once used a textbook like Flowing spellcasting has shown him how a black mage fights.

"Then how to crack it?!"

The bright silver blade split the "Evil God" in two, and the dark red blood plasma mixed with disgusting pus spewed out of the opponent's mouth.

"It's very simple, find that black mage!" Karin Jacques screamed:

"It's okay to kill or interrupt him - the opponent is just a beginner spellcaster, it's very laborious to manipulate this kind of large-scale illusion!"

"How do you know he's a beginner?"

"Nonsense, if we blaspheme the mage, we'll be finished long ago!"

"Then how to find him?"

"How do I know, if I know, I still need..."

"He's there!"

The girl who kept pulling the trigger suddenly shouted, pointing her revolver at the motionless wall on the left.

"Um?!"

The two arguing were startled at the same time.

At this moment, countless cracks suddenly appeared around the dark corridor, and then they were torn apart like glass.

boom--

Without a hint of warning, the surrounding murals were all annihilated, and the three fell into darkness at the same time.

But before they could get used to it, the candle lights in the corridor came back on again, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

No...not yet...Louis tensed his heartstrings, staring at the empty "wall" that Lisa was pointing at.

I haven't found the black mage who cast the spell, and I'm still...

"boom!"

A heavy knocking sound came from behind.

The shocked Louis turned his head almost instinctively, and a figure who was completely dark, carrying a scythe in one hand, smoking a pipe and staggering came into his eyes.

Inquisitor Chanis?

"No!" Louie shouted suddenly, "This is an illusion!"

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

The frightened black-robed priest began to shout again, with a twisted expression that didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The staggering "Chanis" raised a scythe towards the three people in the corridor and threw it at them in an extremely strange gesture.

call--

The long sickle wrapped in white fog rushed into the corridor with a piercing whistle like a moving steam train.

"Karin, Lisa, you two get down!"

Even if he knew it was an illusion, the young knight who gritted his teeth took a step forward, raising his sword in both hands to block in front of the two.

At this moment, the back of his brother Kroger Bernard suddenly came into his mind.

Yes... From the moment I got the impression, it seems that I have never really succeeded; and for every failure, it is always someone else who is implicated and paid the price.

The Battle of Thunder Castle~www.wuxiaspot.com~The Battle of Eagle Point City, the Imperial Expeditionary Force...

My own self-righteousness and self-righteousness have really hurt too many people; every time I swear, the final outcome is always a bleak ending.

The Thunder Fort was not defended, the Eagle Horn City was not defended, and the Imperial Expeditionary Force was completely wiped out... Even the promise to a naive elf girl who followed behind and hoped that she would protect her was not kept.

Perhaps this is his destiny.

But since it is fate, then go to meet it in an upright manner.

With this thought in mind, Louis, whose face was sinking like water, raised the long knife above his head with both hands, facing the long sickle that was approaching him.

"My name is Louis Bernard, the son of Adelaine, the blood of the sea knight, the guardian knight of Freya Mosesfield! I swear to the Ring of Order that I will always protect her from harm from anyone!"

"Those who want to block me, come here!"

"Knight... never back down!"