I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 45: Tobacco Entertainment Home

"boom!"

At the moment when the gun flames spewed, the wine glass in Mason Weizler's hand turned into pieces of glass flying all over the sky, and his terrified face was reflected in the splashing liquor.

At the last second, Anson, who had no time to stop it, could only draw the gun and pull the trigger at the same time as the housekeeper, so that the lead bullet only shattered the wine glass.

The butler who turned back suddenly showed a flickering astonishment on his face, and immediately threw the wine bottle in his arms at An Sen, and at the same time slid back, trying to seize the opponent's flaw.

But soon, his line of sight only caught an indistinguishable afterimage rapidly approaching him, followed by a murderous wind.

Biting cold.

"boom!"

The Inquisitor's revolver cocked upward and roared at his jaw.

The butler, who was dodging quickly, escaped the bad luck of being shot through the throat, and the lead bullet swept across his skin, tearing his left cheek, and under the splattered blood plasma exposed facial muscles and half a row of teeth, plus a small Blocks flying tongues in mid-air.

But he didn't have time to scream... The revolver with an outrageously large barrel was ready to fire in the next round, and at the same time, the "Black Shadow" who struck at the same time had a silver light on his left hand.

The butler tried to dodge backwards, but was startled that his body hit the wall.

"boom!"

Two gunshots sounded at the same time, and dazzling sparks lit up in the air, which were then drowned by the gushing blood.

Anson's speed exceeded his prediction, and the bayonet protruding from his sleeve was like a snake, stabbing the butler's left chest; at the same time, the flying lead bullets grazed his wrist, and the pistol landed.

The grim-faced butler didn't try to struggle, on the contrary, he tightened his body abruptly, and even tried to take away the bayonet that almost pierced through his body.

Anson looked startled.

Just when he was stunned, the butler suddenly raised his right leg, and then kicked Anson's abdomen with a sudden kick.

"Boom!"

The dull sound echoed in the ears of the two, almost no different from a siege hammer.

An Sen, who had no time to parry, flew out, "Bang!" The dining cart was overturned, and hit the wall like a catapult.

After kicking the guy who was in the way, the blood-stained butler turned his head to look at the third figure in the restaurant.

"Pfft!"

Mason, who seemed to finally realize what was going on, slumped to the ground as his legs went weak, clutching his **** right hand, shivering like a fool, and staring at the butler walking towards him motionless.

The expressionless butler silently looked at his "master", reached out and held the bayonet inserted in his chest, and slowly pulled the blood-stained blade out of the wound.

He squatted down and pressed the trembling Mason with a "Pop!", gently pressed the blood-stained blade to his throat, and then...

"Um?"

There was a faint movement in his ears, and the slightly frowning butler instinctively turned his head and looked back.

The next second, there was a black muzzle in the center of his sight.

An Sen, who appeared behind him at an unknown time, put the Inquisitor's revolver between the butler's eyebrows and pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

Mason widened his terrified eyes, watching the terrifying head explode into a blood mist in front of him.

An Sen's indifferent face appeared on his blood-spraying neck, and the headless butler's body twitched and fell on the carpet like a broken flat doll.

The faint smoke gathered under him, recondensing the hem of the garment.

Spell magic, [Smoke Man].

This magic belongs to an advanced branch of [Mist of the Undead], which can automatically turn a part of the body into smoke at the moment of being attacked, offsetting the damage.

And although it is essentially "smoke", regardless of density and appearance, it can be as realistic as it is required.

The disadvantage is that the preparation is cumbersome, and you can only prepare one at a time; and because it is a passive skill, it will be activated as long as it is touched enough to be called an "attack".

Aside from the only flaw -- not even a flaw -- this magic is perfect, and because it's so hidden and extremely imperceptible, it fits Anson's character very well: cautious (fear of death).

Therefore, after a lot of "rubbing questions", it was also the first batch of magic that Anson mastered, and was included in the reference object of "self-created magic".

Just when Anson was in a good mood for experimenting with new skills, Mason Weizler on the opposite side seemed to be about to collapse.

"He... he he he..."

"He is dead."

Anson took out his pipe from his bosom and put it in his mouth to comfort him; he raised his hand and pressed his still trembling body, and the two hid under the dining table: "Listen, Mason Weizler, we are being attacked."

"Since the other party can infiltrate your butler, it means that this is a premeditated trap. Since it is a trap, in order to ensure safety, it is impossible for the other party to arrange a killer."

Well, there are actually at least four.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Anson had activated his "ability" synchronously, and he could see everything around him without a doubt, and reflected it in his mind in every detail.

Under the window behind them, behind the curtains by the fireplace, and on the floor of the second floor above...Three talented men in black trench coats suppressed their breath to the point where they could hardly be detected, and were preparing to ambush for an opportunity.

"Then... what should I do?!"

The flustered Mason couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"No way, try to deal with them first - Storm Division has a patrol team and two outposts in the port, we have to get them to come over when they find the movement here." An Sen calmly analyzed:

"I need your help for this."

"Okay!" Mason nodded quickly like a woodpecker: "You said, I will do it!"

"It's very simple." Anson's face showed a very friendly smile:

"Pretend to be dead."

"I didn't ask... eh?"

Mason was just stunned when he saw that he suddenly raised his right hand holding the gun and held the barrel with his backhand.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy, muffled sound in his ears, the last sound he heard before he passed out.

Almost at the same time that An Sen brought down the Weizler family, there was the sound of glass shattering behind him, and a figure wielding two knives rushed into the dining room.

With his back to the window, he saw the attacker's face in his mind: cheeks slashed by an axe, a strong body so big that it stretched the windbreaker to a taut body, skin with blue veins exposed... and a pair of bloodthirsty beast pupils.

Is he a wild hunter? !

The power of this bloodline is characterized by beast-like combat intuition and strength. There are also aliens like the former Inquisitor Captain Lawrence who go the opposite way and rely on willpower to obtain strong defense power, but generally they use close-to-hand combat. see.

Open up a distance to observe, to avoid head-to-head... An Sen, who made a judgment in an instant, pulled the trigger behind him, and at the same time dodged in the direction of the restaurant door.

"Clang! Clang-clang!"

Sparks bloomed in the air, and a long knife was nailed straight to the dining table.

An Sen raised his eyebrows without surprise... If he hesitated for a moment, it would not only be the dining table that was penetrated.

Aware of the presence of the garrison commander alone in the room, the Wild Hunt knight's face showed a little consternation; but he did not hesitate, and he drew his sharp blade and rushed towards him.

call--

Anson fired the foggy pipe at the corner of his mouth, and raised his bayonet to block.

The sharp blade ripped through the continuous stream of smoke, and a screeching sound of trembling eardrums sounded in the narrow dining room.

"Hey--"

The blade slammed into the restaurant door, and the thick wooden door and the door shaft were split in two as the sparks splashed, and fell to the ground like a completely sliced ​​cake, with only half of it remaining.

An Sen, who was supposed to be split in two, activated the [Mist of the Undead] at the moment the blade touched, turning into smoke that was exactly the same as the surrounding area, and escaped from the corner where there was no way out to the Wild Hunt Knight.

The frowning Wild Hunt knight turned his head sharply, the entire restaurant was completely covered by smoke, completely blocking the view.

Just then, he heard a soft snap of fingers behind him.

"clang!"

The Wild Hunt Knight raised the long sword in his left hand without warning, and a long sword made of smoke condensed hit the blade and dissipated in response, making a metal collision sound.

But before he had time to be shocked, there were four or five "smoke swords" attacking him from three directions at the same time, fast and slow, connected to each other.

"Clang! Clang - clang clang clang..."

Slashing, slashing, stabbing, slashing, sweeping... The Wild Hunt knights surrounded by smoke kept parrying attacks from all directions, as if they were fighting dozens of enemies at the same time, still not falling behind.

The two long knives formed an airtight steel cage in his hands, and no matter whether the incoming smoke turned into sharp swords, spears, mace, flails... it was impossible to approach the Wild Hunt Knight within two steps.

And ten paces away, Anson, engrossed, was swiftly waving the bayonet in his left hand, like a bandleader waving his baton.

Spell magic, [Yanyujia].

It also belongs to the advanced branch of [Mist of the Undead]. This spell allows Anson to manipulate all the things that can be called "smoke" within the casting range and turn them into the state he wants; of course, the more complicated things are, the better Time consuming and difficult to control.

But this state does not necessarily have to be "entity", for example...

"boom--!"

The invisible grenade exploded in front of the Wild Hunt Knight. Although he had dodged as best he could, he was knocked back several steps by the explosion and almost lost his balance.

Seizing the opponent's flaw at this moment, An Sen, who was waving the "baton", created two more "smoke flames" and roared towards him.

The disadvantage of this spell is that it must be used with full concentration, requiring high energy and concentration. Once distracted, the entire spell will immediately fail... and it is very troublesome to prepare.

But having said that, compared to his most commonly used [Gathering Flame], any spell spell is very troublesome to prepare.

The Wild Hunt Knight, who sensed the "flame" attack, forcibly regained his balance, and prepared to dodge while parrying the surrounding sword attacks.

But just when he thought he had avoided the flames, the cloud of gray smoke suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden red...

"boom--!"

The flames exploded on both sides of him, and a storm of flames burst out at the same time, engulfing the figure of the Wild Hunt Knight.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

Since all flames can be manipulated by this incantation, as long as the release time of the two magics can be pinched, a seamless connection can be achieved, and the "smoke flame" can be turned into a real raging fire.

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

There was a howl like a beast from the flames, and two sword lights wrapped in thick smoke and firelight, and attacked in the direction of An Sen with murderous aura.

He couldn't pinpoint Anson Bach's exact location, but he had to leave the smoke-filled room no matter where he was; the enemy was ready, the raid was pointless,

The Wild Hunt Knight, who still had burn marks on his body and clothes, waved his two knives, and charged straight towards the opposite side, desperately suppressing his inner surprise.

The Beluga Port Defense Commander is an old god, and he is also a powerful conjurer... He must tell this to his companions as soon as possible.

This is completely inconsistent with the information they first got!

With the roar of the wind, the Wild Hunt knight rushed out of the smoke-enclosed restaurant through the broken window; under the cold moonlight, in the empty courtyard, except for hiding under the window and preparing to cooperate with his companions, there was not a single redundant figure.

The man in black hiding outside found that the figure rushing out was a wild hunter knight, and quickly retracted the scythe that was almost thrown.

Anson Bach...still in the restaurant?

A trace of doubt flashed in the wild hunter knight's mind, and he suddenly found that the smoke wrapped around him when he rushed out seemed a little abnormal...

not good!

The wild hunter knight in mid-air turned sharply, and the long knife in his right hand, with the help of the inertia of his limbs, screamed and turned into an afterimage and swept behind him.

"clang--!"

The sharp blade and the bayonet collided violently, and the crisp sound reverberated over the entire courtyard ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time as the sweet note sounded, the [Mist of the Undead] wrapped around the Wild Hunt Knight also condensed and returned to Anson Bach's. appearance.

The bayonet attached with [Sharp Wind] barely parried the slash of the Wild Hunt Knight, at the cost of half of Anson's body being almost paralyzed... But the real ultimate move was not in his left hand holding the long knife, but in his empty right hand.

An Sen, who was in the air, faced those beast-like eyes with a blank expression. He stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and pointed his index finger between the eyebrows of the Wild Hunt Knight...

Spell magic, [hunting].

The moment he sensed the danger, the stunned Wild Hunter knight's body instantly tensed, and his beast-like perception made his muscles complete an almost impossible movement, avoiding the fatal blow.

Then he immediately realized what a huge mistake he had made.

"boom!"

The golden red flames fell from the sky and penetrated from the top of the skull of the man in black holding the short sickle. The hot flames burned a huge hole in his neck, and even wiped out a small piece of lawn behind him.

The man in black, who was kneeling on one knee, swayed slightly, holding the scythe that he had just nearly thrown out to injure the Wild Hunt knight.

"Luo Bo-!!!!"

The sad roar of the Wild Hunt knight resounded under the night sky.

Anson decisively seized this gap and distanced himself from the Wild Hunt Knight.

Very good, now the four assassins have killed two, one in front of you and one in the building; the next thing is just... eh? !

Anson was startled suddenly.

Behind me... a gunshot sounded!

And a fifth person? !

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