I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 206

Is that... an airship? !

Staring at the giant battleship floating in the sky, Anson was stunned.

According to the memory of "Former Anson", although one hundred years have passed since the invention of the "steam core" by St. Isaac, the progress in technological development and exploration in the world has actually been quite slow in this hundred years. .

In the maritime industry, sailing power ships are still the mainstay of various countries; so far, it seems that only the Duchy of Edland and the Kingdom of Clovis have tried to build "hybrid" ships such as "sail steam cruisers".

Not to mention land transportation, the "Grand Cross Project", known as the world's first and only railway network, is already the pride of the Clovis people - although in essence, it is actually on the verge of bankruptcy. Rotten project.

As for the sky... The Artillery Section of the Royal Military Academy of Clovis has a "hot air balloon project". It is said that it has been successful, but it can only be fixed up and down and it is very inconvenient to carry. Even Ludwig Franz is right There was no interest in that thing.

Of course, as the "beacon" of faith in the entire world of order, the only one that has the right to tax the whole world (tithes), has an independent armed professional army, paramilitary, secret agents and administrative agencies, and monopolizes all advanced technology and educational resources. A super-large transnational religious organization... The Church of Order has many technologies and weapons that are leading the world. It is normal.

After all, Saint Isaac completed the practical application of the steam core in the first ten years of the saint's calendar. The saints built a "video recorder" around the first year of the saint's calendar. Even the Clovis people now have mature ones that have been in use for many years. steam train technology.

So if the Church of Order hides such black technologies as "steam ironclads", "steam cannons", and "steam heavy machine guns", even if any ruling knight appears in front of him wearing "steam armor", Anson will not any surprise.

But...steam airships? This……

Is this too much? !

And it seems that this airship does not only have the attributes of "vehicle", it seems that it can be attacked.

Just when Anson was thinking about it, a dazzling red light suddenly lit up in the dark starry sky, illuminating the Iser Royal Court immersed in darkness.

etc! Could it be that it has to...

"boom----!!!!"

Like a thunderous explosion, it exploded over the Iser Royal Court.

Anson was shocked.

At this moment, in his field of vision, hundreds of "meteors" with golden-red tail flames are streaking across the night sky full of stars, like blooming flowers, blooming gracefully and calmly in the expanding clouds .

Just like the lady who appeared at the last moment of the dinner party, she showed her beauty to the world with the grandest dress and the most gorgeous dance.

Of course, this is still not the point.

The point is that some of the "meteors" seem to be coming towards the palace!

Looking at the "meteor" in the sky that was getting clearer and closer to him, An Sen turned his head and ran behind him.

St. Isaac's relics, the Thirteenth Council, Freya Mosesfield... All things were forgotten at this moment, and they ran without looking back.

"boom--!!!!"

He barely ran far, and a huge flame exploded behind him. The heat wave mixed with ashes and smoke condensed into substance at this moment, shaking the surrounding air, making a loud noise like the tearing of the earth.

Facing the meteor shower that fell from the sky, the towering Iser Palace was like a cream cake with a heavy hammer on its head. It collapsed from the inside out in the brilliant blooming sparks, and the gravel and rubble spread all over the sky like waves. .

But the explosion didn't stop there... Almost the first round just ended, and the overwhelming "meteor" fell from the sky again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Along with the deafening loud noise, An Sen was almost running on the explosion, and the palace corridor under his feet was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dancing air waves roared in the ears, and the entire palace... no, it should be the entire royal court of Iser that is crumbling; the dark sky has been dyed bright red by the cannon flames that the airship constantly spews.

The sky is falling!

Under this indiscriminate firepower coverage, there is no bunker protection, and reckless escape; no matter how fast the speed is, no matter how agile the response is, it is equivalent to suicide.

Therefore, there is only one real escape route from beginning to end, and that is the underground passage when you come.

Of course, going through there is also at the risk of the tunnel collapsing and being buried alive; but now Anson obviously doesn't have that many options - either get killed, or be buried alive, or be killed and then be buried alive , he must choose one of the three outcomes.

Although it was indeed possible to be buried alive and then bombed to death, he still chose the first one.

An Sen simply closed his eyes, relying on the "picture" with no dead ends in his mind and the conjurer's extraordinary sense of distance to avoid the gravel and rubble scattered like explosions and pouring rain, and ran forward with all his strength until...

A twelve-pound bomb dropped from the sky, blocking his way.

There was no way to retreat, and An Sen, who had no time to dodge, still ran straight, stuffed a lead bullet engraved with [Rising Fire] into the magazine of the "Dagger" revolver, and pulled the trigger toward the oncoming "Meteor".

The effect of this conjuration is to create and control fire within the casting range, in other words, as long as the power exists in the form of "fire", it is within its control range.

He wants to detonate the shell in advance and change its direction of explosion, and then let the "meteor" behind him also explode with it.

"boom--!!!!"

With a loud bang that penetrated the eardrum, the firelight shrouded An Sen's head formed a golden-red shield; under the control of the [Rising Fire], the raging fire was twisted into a half-arc shape, allowing the right to stand. The self underneath is intact.

But Anson wasn't happy for long, because he suddenly realized a near-fatal problem.

Because of the cost and technical level, the so-called "exploding bombs" and "incendiary bombs" in the world of order in the 100-year-old calendar of the saints are not only expensive, but also quite average in power.

Of course, low power is not the most deadly. The most deadly problem is that the main power of the blasting projectile is not actually an explosion, but a fragmented shell; and because of the lack of explosive power, "one blast and two halves" is a common situation.

And the shell fragments are metal...plus a part of the shrapnel and solid bullets mixed in the shell - all of which are not within the control of [Rising Fire].

Countless shell fragments ripped apart the sea of ​​fire, pouring into the sky like a gust of wind and rain, and attacked him without a blind spot.

That's too late!

Looking at the entrance of the underground passage that was already close at hand, An Sen's mind went blank for a moment, clenching his teeth.

But at this moment, a whistle-like whistle suddenly came from behind.

whistle?

An Sen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a black shadow wrapped in white mist whistled past his scalp, crushing all the fragments that fell.

"clang!"

The white fog dissipated, and the long metal sickle, which was still overflowing with steam, was nailed to the stone steps at the entrance of the underground passage, trembling slightly like a living thing.

"Rush in!"

The dark figure staggered out of the sea of ​​​​fire, and shouted at An Sen who suddenly slowed down and tried to stop: "Don't be stupid there!"

The shocked Anson immediately turned his head back, rushed through the "peaceful" fountain garden, and jumped into the bottomless underground passage.

In the next second, there was an endless roar from the blooming garden.

"...The main building of the palace has been destroyed! Re-adjust the direction of the starboard main gun, prepare the blasting bomb, the coordinates..."

"...A large number of Old God faction troops gathered at the city gate on the west side, and the Clovis Army sent a signal to our army whether it was necessary to provide the coordinates of the artillery bombardment and cover for feint attack..."

"...The port watchman reported that a strong magical reaction was found in the direction of the big library. It is suspected that there was a large-scale old **** sect ritual or blasphemous mage-level spellcaster activities. Should we immediately carry out cover artillery..."

"...The Order of Truth sent a signal that they overcame the Cathedral of Praise and rescued the elf king Igor Mosesfield as a hostage, asking us to immediately stop the indiscriminate shelling..."

Looking at the Iser Royal Court with a sea of ​​flames under his feet, Grande Manfred smoked his pipe silently, his slightly gray eyebrows squeezed together with the puff of smoke.

"Not satisfied?"

Standing behind him, Sir Phyllis guessed what he was thinking, and asked rhetorically, as if showing off: "This is the most advanced steamship of the Church, and there are more than a hundred guns of the 24-pound class alone, which is comparable to that of the Church. It's a sailing battleship, and its firepower is more than three times... My commander, you are too greedy, right?"

"greedy?"

Grande Manfred narrowed his eyes, and the smoke filled his eyes: "According to the original design of St. Isaac, an empty boat can end a war."

"But the reality is that the 'outstanding results' that our best technicians have spent nearly 50 years and spent so much money on have not been able to achieve one-tenth of what an 'apostate saint' envisioned a hundred years ago; Limited to material processing technology and cost, the main firepower is even a smoothbore gun on the same level as the Clovis today."

"I prefer it to be hyperbole rhetoric." Sir Phyllis expressed his disbelief:

"If it were hundreds of years ago, a spellcaster at the profane mage level might be able to, but now... even the apostles standing at the top of the three major magics may not be able to... Throw a few fireballs at the border and summon a group of flesh and blood tentacles. Gone are the days when you can smash the door open."

"You're right, it does sound exaggerated, this is Saint Isaac's prophecy." Grande chuckled: "The man who created many 'impossible'."

"Without that head of his, the world would never be what it is today; most directly... you wouldn't be standing here alive, my dear Sir Phyllis."

Looking at the dissatisfied young knight, Grande shook his head and turned his eyes out of the window again:

"Tell the Clovis people we don't need any support, let them stay in their camp outside the city and don't cause us any trouble."

"As for the Church of Truth... A ceasefire is impossible, but it can guarantee the safety of the vicinity of the Cathedral of Blessings and let them hide in the church and not come out, so as to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries."

"Get the ground troops in place, and the fire coverage ends in two hours... How's the preparation going?"

"The 'Consecrated Squad' of twenty-four auxiliary spellcasters, the 'Swallowtail Legion' of fifty talents, the three hundred 'Lancers' armed with steam guns and high-explosive grenades, plus twelve Small 'Hellfire' launcher." Sir Phyllis shrugged:

"Seriously, I think this configuration can already win a war... a small war."

"It's still too little." Grande sighed:

"If we can find the scraps of manuscripts from the first fifteen years of Saint Isaac's calendar, and complete the plan as expected, we can completely change the current dilemma of being limited in scale and unable to implement divine will in the entire world of order."

"What plan?" Phyllis blinked curiously.

"A plan that was born simultaneously at the beginning of the airship project; but it was shelved for a long time for various reasons." Grande laughed:

"You shouldn't know what it is~www.mtlnovel.com~ but you must have heard its codename."

Holding the pipe lightly, Glad, who was breathing heavily, turned his head, looked at him with a meaningful smile, and said the name softly:

"Dryland rowing."

The dull roar was still coming from overhead, accompanied by the vibration in the dark tunnel, over and over again, as if countless hammers were violently smashing the ground, as if the whole world was slowly collapsing.

Panting, Anson was still running wild in the darkness.

Desperately running.

Presumably due to exhaustion, the dark passage was more dreary and longer than before, and full of "thrills" - you would never guess that the upper level of the place had just experienced a few rounds of bombing, and then it was about to pass collapsed.

Obviously, the construction of this so-called "Royal Secret Road" must have been done many years ago, and because it is too secret, it is seriously lacking in maintenance, resulting in not only serious water accumulation, but also many road sections have collapsed. The risk - not to mention those impregnable fortresses, Anson even wondered if it was fortified by the storm division's trenches.

But anyway, it's better than being bombed on the ground... He can only comfort himself like this.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of staggering and hurried footsteps coming from behind him.

This voice is Chanis...he's still alive?

Surprised, An Sen turned his head and looked behind him subconsciously, only to see a vague figure in the dark corridor, waving a sickle and following him from behind.

Just as Anson was about to raise his hand and greet the judge, the silver-gray scythe suddenly let out a harsh shriek, spewing out thick white smoke...

Attack him!

Chapter end