I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 224

Under the cold moonlight, densely packed carrion corpses swarmed around the three of them.

They are lurking in the darkness under the night, waiting patiently like a pack of wolves whose drivers are slaughtering their prey, suppressing their bloodthirsty impulses, sharpening their minions, and waiting for the perfect hunting moment.

"I do not understand."

Facing Anson's indifferent muzzle, Phil Crecy still looked surprised and unbelievable: "Since you have already discovered it, why do you need to expose it?"

"You know very well that as long as you do what I say, you will be able to escape from here - I have no intention of hurting you!"

"No, you just don't have that chance...for a while." Anson corrected coldly:

"Since we stepped into this Baker Mansion, you have been monitoring us; disguised as an 'ordinary person' who is powerless, but is the most dangerous of the three... delicious tea soup."

"It was a last resort!" Phil Crecy defended:

"It's all hers, Lulu... No, Nolula forced us! She made us, made us a fake she used to disguise people, pretending to be her family! We, at least I don't want to do this at all, But there is no escape!"

"The prayer room...you saw the statue of the original ring, that is the shackle used to imprison us!" The more Phil Crecy said, the more excited he became:

"As long as there is a little bit of something that doesn't conform to her heart, we will all end up in a more terrifying end than death; as long as she is still alive, even if she wants to die, it is an extravagant hope!"

So Baker, Nora and Mrs. Camille are really part of "Lulu", they not only get "emotion" but also some power, and they have their own powers of the three major magics, which is interesting... Anson secretly said in his heart.

Fair Cressy-or Mrs. Camille didn't seem to want to continue this topic, sighed softly, and took a deep look at Baker's Mansion in the distance:

"Now for some reason, Nolula's power has been severely weakened... Although it is a fantasy to kill her with our power, it is still possible to seal it."

"As long as I temporarily suppress her magical reaction, I can regain my freedom, and you can also lift the restrictions around the settlement and escape, killing two birds with one stone." His expression was very sincere:

"I don't have any extravagances, I just hope that I can leave here, leave this land, you can't imagine how terrible those 'gravekeepers' are... You dare to set foot in their forbidden land, it's crazy!"

"Really?" Anson raised his eyebrows, seemingly suddenly curious about this:

"Tell me, what scary places do they have?"

Fer twitched his throat, and there was subconscious fear in his eyes:

"I-I can't tell; but one thing is certain, that is Nolula... She may be the most potential of the 'Gravekeepers', but she is also the youngest and weakest."

"They sent her here to test the strength of the invaders and find the most threatening enemy; now that you have been exposed, even if you are far away from this land, you are still doomed!"

At the same time as the voice fell, Fair Cressy involuntarily shivered, and the scarlet pupils trembled slightly, as if the darkness behind him was lurking peeking into his eyes.

Lisa on the side became vigilant and patrolled around with a steam gun, as if preparing to blow the heads of the peeping guys and Anson.

An Sen touched the girl's frizzy little head and continued to ask:

"If that's the case, why do you need to run away; or do you have some way of avoiding them?"

"No." With a sigh, a miserable wry smile appeared on Phil Crecy's face:

"But even if not, I still can't help but want to fight for it, even if it is a year, a month, a week or even only one day, I want to experience the days of 'freedom', and I want to see the land covered by ice and snow all the year round. , what exactly is what you call the 'Old World'."

"There are many vague memories in Phil Crecy's consciousness. I plan to go and see for myself, at least not live in vain."

"Then I can only wish you good luck." Ansen shrugged with emotion, and put down the "dagger" revolver that he had been holding:

"After all, the old world is not a paradise. What awaits you may not be all goodwill, and it may not be better than here."

"I understand." Phil Crecy nodded earnestly, then turned around and prepared to break through.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Anson suddenly stopped him:

"Before leaving, there is still a small question, and I want to ask you for advice."

Phil Crecy, who had his back turned to him, didn't speak, but looked back inadvertently and cast a suspicious look.

"Now you are Mrs. Camille..." Anson paused and asked in an understatement:

"...Or Phil Crecy?"

The moment the words fell, Lisa, who was holding her small head, suddenly shuddered, and her eyes widened subconsciously.

Looking at Patriarch Cressy, whose face was extremely ugly, an incomplete but generally clear clue emerged in Anson's mind:

Chased by the Church of Order, the Faithless Knights who wandered around the New World all year round, for some reason, got in touch with the old gods who guard the tombs of the three old gods. One of them needed a safe hiding place and enough strength to protect themselves, and the other needed a safe place to hide. The information and intelligence of the "intruder" belong to the relationship of mutual use.

The original plan of the Faithless Knights, or Phil Crecy, was probably to use their disputes with the Empire to provoke a colonial war, expel the imperial forces while taking chestnuts from the fire, and rely on the strength and intelligence network of the Faithless Knights to become a colony. the actual controller behind it.

This is actually highly similar to Anson's plan, the difference is that there is Rune behind him, while the Knights of No Letter are ready to join forces with the Land of Rest - "Grave Keepers" need to avoid being disturbed by invaders to the tomb of the Three Old Gods, no The existence of the letter knights and the Crecy family can completely achieve this purpose.

For the old gods of the new world, the one who has integrated the power of the new world and the Rune family behind them are threats that they cannot ignore; for Fair Cressy, he has changed from an ally to a threat—the two sides are After reaching an agreement on the matter of destroying himself, this carefully arranged "Baker's collar trip".

It's just that the old gods of the new world have the same distrust of Phil Crecy, and that cup of tea should also be one of the means used to monitor him; it was just that he used it in turn and took the opportunity to get "Norula" part of the power.

In the darkness, the twisted figures lurking in the corners suddenly stood up one after another, and the scarlet blood pupils flickered like candlelight, surrounding the three of them.

"Oh... it's really troublesome."

After being silent for a long time, Phil Crecy sighed, and looked at Anson with a complicated and helpless expression: "See through, but don't say anything... Why don't you understand such an excellent quality?"

"I really don't understand." The expressionless An Sen snorted, the corner of his mouth biting his pipe slightly raised:

"Especially for a dishonest liar—it's harder to see your plan succeed than my own."

"Yes, then it seems that we are quite alike."

Speaking of which, Fair Cressy, who had his back to the two, suddenly raised his right hand, as if preparing to let the surrounding carrion rush to kill him.

Lisa instinctively raised the steam gun, revealing two revolvers full of ammunition under the opened jacket, plus four or five throwing knives and various colored grenades around her waist.

At this moment, the two felt a slight vibration from the ground under their feet, as if it was not ordinary mud but some kind of living creature.

Hmm... living thing?

"Boom!"

A huge tentacle of flesh and blood broke out, and it opened a spiral-shaped **** mouth from the "tentacle" directly in front of the tentacle, and came towards the two!

At the moment when the ground fissure roared, Anson, who was stunned, looked at Lisa who jumped up with him; the girl who was also shocked instinctively pulled out a grenade from her waist and threw it at the tentacles with her backhand.

Without the slightest hesitation, An Sen snapped his fingers decisively with a "Crack!"

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

"Boom-!!"

The flesh-and-blood tentacles that shot straight into the sky were like water balloons that were suddenly enlarged, and shattered directly with the cracking firelight; the uncontrolled flames swept around like shock waves, illuminating the ground in the rain of blood.

The countless carrion corpses that were engulfed screamed in the sea of ​​​​fire, and constantly stretched out their arms to escape from it; and they were greeted by a petite figure that fell from the sky, and lead bullets that screamed death.

"Wow wow wow wow...!!"

The screaming girl rushed into the sea of ​​fire decisively, and the bullets that ripped through the air were dyed the color of blood, blowing the heads of the surrounding carrion one by one.

Seizing the opportunity created by Lisa, Anson, who frowned, fired the misty pipe again, thick white smoke enveloped him, and at the same time, the right revolver instantly locked the figure that was attacking him.

Without any warning, the milky white water vapor hit the face.

At the moment of life and death, An Sen, who was tense all over, directly activated [Smoke Entertainment Home], and the "smoke shield" he threw out exploded at the moment when it collided with the water vapor.

Without waiting for the other party to approach within three steps, An Sen's figure directly turned into smoke, and hid in the surrounding smoke with the help of [Mist of the Undead].

He learned about the power of Fer Crecy's bloodline in detail from Louis Bernard, and he knew very well that in addition to controlling the long-range attack of water vapor, he had also been strengthened in all aspects of his body; and he was a conjurer, and he was at the same level as a conjurer. Even stronger blood mages are suicidal.

Fair Cressy, who had missed the first shot, was not in a hurry, and cautiously immediately threw three water vapors around and behind him. He remained vigilant in the smoke that had already surrounded him, and his stern eyes were no different from those of a certain knight.

The moment he looked back, a scattered mist suddenly turned into his left hand holding the revolver, aiming at the back of his neck and pulling the trigger.

"boom-!"

The dazzling gunfire illuminated the darkness, reflecting Mrs. Camille's hideous face.

She seemed to appear behind Phil Cresci out of thin air, screaming at Anson with a face with a half-smashed head:

"you!"

"You must die!!"

boom-

Endless babble and mournful howls exploded in An Sen's mind; An Sen, who had just recovered from the smoke state, had nowhere to hide, and his vision suddenly went black.

Just as he was about to fall, his left hand, which had been held empty, suddenly loosened, revealing an unremarkable jewelry box.

Shadow doll? !

Fair Cressy, who saw the magic props in Anson's hand, was out of his mind, decisively dropped Mrs. Camille's body, turned her head and ran out.

He just wants to kill the commander-in-chief who is in the way, and he is not ready to die with him!

But the next second did not flood into the tide-like shadows as he imagined, overwhelming all the active existences around; there was still no sound in the thick fog, and there was no sound.

For a moment of astonishment, Phil Crecy immediately realized that he had been deceived - it was an identical ordinary jewelry box!

And this moment is enough for a girl who has been waiting for a long time.

As a weapon specially created for the talent of the ruling knights, the steam spray gun can not only shoot five times or even ten times the rate of fire of ordinary rifles, but also directly shoot all the stored "ammunition" into a comparable blow.

Phil, who had not recovered from the shock just now, widened his eyes and looked at the girl standing on the mountain of corpses, at the muzzle of her gun...and the young hand who pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom-!"

The deafening loud noise exploded the scarlet blood mist, directly wiping off Phil Crecy's left hand and left foot, and spraying the flesh and blood of half of his face into the surrounding mud.

But also as a "reward", he also avoided being shot up by a single shot - and for a blood mage, as long as he didn't die, a little flesh wound was insignificant at all!

Lisa, who noticed the mistake, immediately tried to pounce to make up for the knife, but Fair Cressy, who was lucky enough to survive, didn't intend to give her this chance, and threw a steam of water back at the girl.

"boom!"

The translucent water mist blew the "heap of bones" into pieces, and the flying stumps and flesh brushed past the petite figure running; Lisa, who had a resolute face, was not repelled, but continued to attack Phil Clay. West's figure rushed away. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Although the thick fog blocked her vision, the inherent blood of Augustus allowed her to clearly perceive the opponent's magical reaction; even if she closed her eyes, she could precisely target the target.

As if it was a dying battle, Fair Cressey did not escape from the thick fog, but kept throwing a stream of water vapor at the oncoming girl; each time it seemed that she could be torn to shreds , but always pass by each time.

"Wow wow wow wow...!!"

The sharp cry exploded from her small chest again, and the bright silver bayonet pulled out a lightning-like arc in the air and rushed towards the figure.

But at the moment of rushing into the smoke, the girl couldn't help but widen her eyes.

What awaited her was not Fair Cressy, but a flesh-and-blood monster with countless broken corpses, whose torso and head were indistinguishable, with pus flowing all over her body.

The girl who charged at the bayonet showed her **** fangs!

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