I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 223

"Den, Deng, Deng..."

The firelight and moonlight shrouded, and in the quiet settlement, the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes came from behind the three; it approached unhurriedly, as if strolling leisurely among the gorgeous corridors.

The tense Anson and Feil's expressions changed at the same time, and they nervously exchanged terrified glances at each other.

Obviously, it was impossible for the muddy ground under their feet to emit the crisp and pleasant footsteps that only bluestone slabs or mosaic tiles could have.

So who does this voice belong to, the answer is obvious.

The graceful steps with strange rhythms formed a subtle harmony with the movements of the three people with different expressions turning their heads; the frenzied twitching corpse tide was like the drag of a long skirt, and the stars surrounded Mrs. Camille like the moon.

The original rosy skin has been completely withered, and even the shape of the head is clearly visible; the long snow-white hair is scattered like weeds, and the long skirt has turned into black and red rags, wrapping the body like a mummy... and dead people make no difference.

Even so, even just standing there, Mrs. Camille, who should have died countless times, was still terrifyingly terrifying—not to mention that there were dozens or hundreds of corpses around her that couldn't be killed.

Withered palms slowly raised, pointing to the three figures reflected in her **** pupils; hundreds of carrion corpses were like hounds listening to orders, and their already festering faces showed cruel and hideous.

"Lisa!"

An Sen, whose hair was standing on end, was agitated, and while shouting, "Crack!", he snapped his fingers. [Yan Yujia] and the misty pipe started at the same time, and dozens of eyes "smoke chains" poured out from the billowing smoke. Mrs Camille standing still.

The girl who got the order opened fire immediately, blocking the carrion corpses that rushed up like crazy; the steam gun exploded in her hands with a near-stop roar, splashing blood after waves in the corpse tide.

In the next second, the surging "smoke chains" instantly wrapped around Mrs. Camille's body, wrapping her into a white "cocoon" from head to toe; then these chains gradually blended and tightened.

In fact, if you want to bind the other party, the best way is to simply turn it into a "tobacco wire" whose hardness and toughness surpass that of steel, reduce the volume and increase the number, and then give it a corrosive effect.

The problem is that the stronger the effect is, the heavier the load will be on the mind; in An Sen's current state, if he wants to add so many attributes to [Smoke Entertainment Home], I'm afraid he won't be in a coma on the spot.

An Sen, whose head hurts to the point of exploding, maintains the effect of [Yan Yujia], while pulling out the "dagger" revolver and aiming it behind him:

"Phil Crecy, do it!"

The young Cressy owner did not dare to neglect, and decisively threw out a semi-transparent vapor, and took the lead to escape.

Almost at the same time, the lead bullet imprinted with [Rising Fire] accurately hit the one that was about to land before the grenade exploded after Lisa threw it out.

"boom--!!!!"

The dazzling fire light illuminated the gloomy night, and countless broken bones rushed to the sky with the smoke rolled up by the explosion, scattered on the ground.

Mrs. Camille, who was bound by layers of chains, was "just" in the center of the explosion. She was torn apart by the inescapable air waves and high temperature, melted, and turned into floating ashes.

Facing the vanishing enemy, the three of them ran towards the exit without looking back.

Although it is impossible to determine whether Mrs. Camille is a black magic caster or a conjurer, but after witnessing that she could be resurrected after being shattered twice, Anson did not expect to destroy the other party by this, just to buy time to escape. .

Anson even suspected that it wasn't Mrs. Camille herself who had been chasing them—if she hadn't lied at the time, then in the balance of the Baker family, Baker was "calm", Nora was "brave", and Kamil Mrs. Mill represents "fear".

Calmness can be understood as thinking rationally, without any emotion or unreasonable speculation, purely using existing facts and evidence to reason about the development process of things; bravery can also be called impulsive, without considering any consequences and warnings from the surrounding facts, boldly and directly advancing Or change the direction of things.

As the last link of the balance, taking the initiative to jump out to chase after them, these "invaders" Mrs. Camille, can't be called "cowardice" no matter how you think.

So either they were forced, or the "Mrs. Camille" they saw was just an illusion or a puppet deliberately released by the other party.

Black magic and conjuration magic may have different forms, but both have limitations in terms of "casting range" - the other party can endlessly resurrect villagers to surround themselves, and they can follow Phil Crecy all the way to kill... Huh? !

Without any warning, Mrs. Camille, who was described as withered, appeared in front of the three again, blocking the only way to escape.

"you you you--!"

"You intruders, executioners!"

"You have to pay the price!"

The shrill scream turned into a terrifying sound wave and exploded in the air. Phil Crecy, who was in the front, was shocked, blood spurted out from his ears and eyes, and his chest seemed to be hit by an invisible cannonball. , the entire depression goes down.

But he still didn't stop, his eyes were already scarlet as he threw a wave of air with his backhand.

A huge tentacle of flesh and blood broke out from under Mrs. Camille's feet, like a blooming flower, opening a threaded **** mouth from the center, swallowing the withered body in one bite.

"puff--!"

The milky white mist exploded the blood-colored sky, tearing it to shreds together with the tentacles and Mrs. Camille.

"It can't go on like this!"

Phil Cressey shouted loudly, turning his head and running towards the right while continuously throwing a stream of water vapor around, clearing the farmhouse that blocked his view and the swarming carrion:

"These carrion corpses... We must find a way to restrict their movements, otherwise, even without Mrs. Camille, they will still be unable to escape!"

With a backhand shot and blasting the heads of the two carrion corpses, An Sen blurted out: "Then what can you do?!"

"Baker Mansion!" Phil Crecy raised his finger and pointed to the three-story building in the distance:

"The carrion dare not approach it, and conversely, if you can find a way to lock them in, these guys won't be able to escape!"

This is a ridiculous "reverse thinking" at first glance, but it doesn't seem impossible to think about it, so Anson resolutely agreed: "No problem!"

"Okay, then come with me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Phil Crecy decisively turned around and ran towards the mansion.

At the same time, the expressionless Anson suddenly raised his hand to stop Lisa who wanted to follow up, raised the "dagger" revolver with his backhand, and then...

Aim at the back of Phil's neck and pull the trigger!

"Talia...there's a small problem."

Under the dark night, the girl floating in the sky showed a cute expression called "curious", and said softly in the simplest tone.

Of course, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that under her feet, the tentacles of flesh and blood are as huge as the towering ancient trees, just like a tower supporting the girl standing on the "top of the forest", so that she can easily be as petite as the opposite. The figures looked at each other.

The girl with long snow-white hair was pale, her scarlet pupils were bleeding non-stop, and her delicate doll-like skirt had long since been tattered, revealing a skin that was so white and tender that it was almost transparent.

"You clearly know that Lisa, my dear Lisa, is a different enemy from you. You have so many opportunities to kill her silently, and even occupy her body for yourself."

"Of course, if you really do this, Talia will not hesitate to take action - even if you are noticed by those **** grave guards, you will be cut into pieces and your soul will be scattered."

"But Talia is still curious...why?"

"Because, Lulu doesn't want to do that."

A girl with long snow-white hair is light and windy, and her delicate face is neither sad nor happy: "Lulu, I envy Lisa."

"envious?"

"Lisa has a brother, sister, father... Lisa is very happy, Lulu envy Lisa, Lulu... also wants to be like Lisa."

"Lulu, I want to be friends with Lisa."

The simple and straightforward words were spit out from the girl's mouth word by word, so mechanical that no emotion could be heard.

In other words, no emotion whatsoever.

Cowardice, impulsiveness, rationality... The girl has given all her feelings, together with her power, to the "family" she created by herself. Now she has no anger of being betrayed, and she is calm when facing a strong enemy. Or the fear of dying at his hands.

Yes, only longing remains.

She still remembers the happiness on her face when she saw Lisa, the girl who was so different from her, and the pride she had when showing off her family to herself.

That feeling goes beyond the pursuit and desire for power and wealth; the girl can clearly feel that Lisa is not lying, she really cares about her "Anson", the "Anson" that belongs to her.

The girl had never felt this way, even if the family she prepared for her took care of her, cared about her, and feared her so meticulously—but emotions like Lisa's were unheard of.

That kind of longing made her want to be friends with Lisa from the bottom of her heart; even though she knew very well how dangerous it was, the emotions she had experienced over and over again made her want to keep Lisa, even if she would pay a lot for it.

"Friend?" Talia's smile gradually became cold:

"Ridiculous reason - even if it is true, do you think the Rune family will stop because of this?"

"Talia is truly saddened by the grave keeper of the Resting Land, who is regarded as a hidden means and a secret weapon by them, turned out to be such an ignorant to absurd liar!"

Facing Talia's cynicism, "Lulu" did not answer, but silently stared at the other person's figure.

There is no need to speak, both parties already know what they want to say.

The next second, the huge tentacles under Talia suddenly grew branches and pierced the girl's chest without warning!

The girl who was motionless was like a real doll, being worn on the branches and slowly rising; her thin chest was completely deformed by smashing, but there was not a drop of blood.

But the attack didn't stop because of this. The branches that pierced through the chest quickly grew hundreds of smaller tentacles, attacking the immobile little body from the front and back at the same time.

"Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff--"

With a sneer, Talia looked at the figure full of holes in an instant... This is a new trick she "learned" from the Lord of the Abyss.

Compared with the opponent who has both black magic and blood magic, although Talia of "family origin" cannot be perfectly reproduced, she is better in some aspects.

With the sour biting sound, the "Lulu" who had hardly any resistance quickly disappeared without a trace, not even a piece of flesh and bone, as if it never existed.

Only Talia stood alone and under the night, silently looking at the settlement still in the distance between the fires, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"Yes, Talia is very clear that you are not lying, respectful Lu... No." The girl paused and said lightly:

"Dear Her Excellency Norula Becamille."

"boom!"

The deafening sound of gunfire cut through the night sky, blasting a huge crater in the muddy ground.

Phil Crecy looked at the bullet marks on the ground in shock... Just a little, a little, his neck and his head would turn into invisible flesh and blood.

He turned his head sharply, stared blankly at the front, and aimed his revolver at Ansen Bach: "Are you crazy?!"

"Don't tell me it wasn't intentional, I can feel it!"

"Yes, it was intentional."

An Sen, who tapped the hammer lightly, said calmly, "By the way, I'm not crazy -- on the contrary, I'm very awake now, and I've figured out a lot of things."

"For example... that kind of local specialty tea soup, its magical effect."

"Just because of this? Just because I feel that the effect of the tea soup has not been lifted, and I am worried that I will lose control and will kill me?!" Phil Crecy was furious:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach~www.mtlnovel.com~ I have always thought that you are a very rational partner, but it seems that I am wrong!"

"The effect of the tea soup has been lifted, and my magic seal will no longer be out of control. This is absolutely true - even if it is out of control, it should not be on me, but on you!"

Phil raised the long knife in his hand and said coldly, "Compared to me, you drink that tea soup later, and you are more likely to be on the verge of losing control at any time, right?!"

"That's right."

Anson resolutely admitted: "You are right, compared to you who drank tea soup at the beginning and lost control once, I, who drank later and still haven't lost control, have a higher probability of losing control. but……"

"Excuse me, Lord Fair Cressy, who was left in the room because she was out of control and stayed with Lisa all the time, how did you know that I also drank the tea soup?"

"Or rather, I should call you..."

"Mrs Camille?"

Chapter end

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