I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 241

"boom--!"

A loud screeching sound pierced the glass, and translucent fragments poured into the chapel like a shock wave, interrupting the conversation between Norton and Staff Chris.

As an officer of the Storm Division and a member of the "Society of Truth", he knows more about the upcoming "Coal Bank" than most people. He is very clear that this is the tool for the Luen family to control the new world in the future. , but suffers from not having much cash on hand.

It's not just him, all the storm division officers don't have much cash on hand at the moment - their money in Hantu is stored in the church bank, and there is no bank in Beluga Port; and only a small part of the income in the new world is cash, and the rest is in cash. It was either agricultural products (farm share), gold and silver jewellery (captured), deeds of house deeds ('trophies' recaptured from the imperial army).

In desperation, he decided to ask Chris from the logistics department for help, and let the former fraudster who was proficient in counterfeiting see if he could make a decent "balance sheet" for himself, either by replacing the mortgage or directly using this to invest in the bank.

In this regard, Chris, who has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, immediately noticed the tricks, and while he agreed, dragged and fought with Norton, while repeatedly trying to get more information out of his mouth; Norton, who only did small business, was not a professional at all. The opponents of the people were quickly defeated.

Just when he was about to give the last bit of information, the sound of gunshots came from his ears.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment the glass shattered, the roaring Norton grabbed the back of the neck of Chris, fell to his side, and pressed the other's face full of creepy smiles on the cold stone floor.

The dull note played, and Staff Cress fell at the last second before victory.

Apologizing secretly from the bottom of his heart, Norton quickly drew his gun and got up, only to see dozens of people outside the broken window at some point, and already surrounded the main entrance of the chapel; the messy gunshots began to explode in the empty streets, Blast ignition lights on door panels and walls.

The adjutant, who had been sleeping for a few hours with great difficulty, was instantly awakened, and instinctively fell down and hid behind the bunker baggage box, and looked at Norton, who was leaning against the wall and looking outside with a stunned expression:

"what happened?!"

"I don't know, but it must have been attacked!" Norton shouted, his eyes fixed on a towering chimney outside the window.

He was 100% sure that at the moment the gunshot rang, he saw a figure in a black trench coat standing on it, pulling the trigger on himself and Chris.

Just by turning his head, the other party's figure and breath disappeared without a trace, and there was not even the slightest trace left, which made people almost think it was his own illusion.

The storm division soldiers guarding around the chapel were also aware of the danger, and they hid behind the bunkers and walls one after another, and fired a row of barrages towards the street outside; although the number was far smaller than the outside, they relied on skillful movements. And a faster rate of fire, still not falling behind.

From the mess of firearms in the hands of the other party and the clothing that is obviously not warm enough, it can basically be concluded that it is a gang or a mercenary group that arrived at Beluga Port soon. The local Leiden rifle has become so popular that even the militia has one. It even seems that Not just a gang.

The problem is that with the previous lessons, how dare they attack the chapel with such a big fanfare; this is the city center of Beluga Harbor, and within half an hour, half a regiment of troops can be assembled to encircle and suppress them!

Just as the two were stunned, another loud noise came from behind, and the entire chapel shook violently.

Teapot Street, Redbeard Tavern.

Sheriff Lisa Bach, who was just about to step into the tavern door, turned around suddenly, and while jumping up, the revolvers in both hands rushed behind him and fired alternately.

"Clang! clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!"

The screeching lead bullet was deflected by the sharp blade, and the figure wielding the two knives was like a swift cheetah. While dodging, it was able to rush towards the girl in the air at a terrifying speed.

Under the shabby three-cornered hat, the young face with the licorice stick in his mouth showed a surprised expression; but not because of the other party's speed, but because of the clothes: "Ah! Yes, that night..."

"Hey!"

Derek the Wild Hunt Knight didn't give her a chance to finish, the thick blade slammed into the muzzle of the revolver in his right hand; the moment the weapon was released, the big sheriff stepped on his shoulder and jumped up.

A small hand with thick gloves grabbed the hot barrel of the other revolver and slammed the **** into the back of the opponent's head like a nail.

call--

The girl's eyes widened, unable to believe that she had failed.

In just one breath, the figure had already turned around and appeared behind the floating sheriff; the sharp blade roared and was about to pierce through the petite body.

"Hehehe... Lisa lied to you!"

The girl had her right hand on her waist—if there was one—the hem of the wafting coat was suddenly propped up, revealing the full straps and… the muzzle of the shotgun.

"boom--!"

Facing the gushing lead bullets at close range, Derek had no way to hide; even though he had avoided the muzzle as much as possible and set up a double-knife block, his left shoulder and arm were still torn to pieces; hat, collar He disappeared, and half of his face was covered in blood.

However, for the Wild Hunt Knight, such an injury is not enough to be fatal, on the contrary, it will further stimulate the animal nature in the bloodline, and heal the wound and become brave.

In just half a minute of the confrontation between the two, the tavern was already in chaos: the door was directly smashed by Derek, the walls, floors and ceilings on both sides were full of bullet holes, and the round tables on both sides were directly hit by shotguns. broken.

The drunken guests in the tavern instantly sobered up, and fled each and every one of them; those who jumped out of the window jumped out of the window, those who walked through the back door walked through the back door, and some simply lifted their feet and kicked the thin wall, leaving a human-shaped hole.

The big sheriff who was in the air was directly dragged out by the recoil of the shotgun, and was thrown to the empty wine rack; as soon as she landed, she didn't wait for the licorice stick that was broken by herself, curled up under the bar, and pulled off a few grenades. Throw out.

Looking at the smoking cylindrical object flying towards him, the blood-covered Wild Hunter resolutely rushed out of the tavern, bypassed the front at the fastest speed, found cover and squatted in place.

"boom--!!!!"

A petite figure rushed out of the billowing black smoke, the roaring shotgun split the flames, and rained down a death scream towards the wild hunter who was caught off guard.

In the face of Derek, who was attacking head on again, the big sheriff who soared into the air did not choose to distance himself again this time, and took the initiative to charge at the opponent with a dark muzzle.

The silver-white blade and the burning lead bullet burst into dazzling fireworks in the gloomy sea of ​​fire.

"boom--!"

The moment the gunshots rang out, the entire ceremony site fell silent.

Mason Weizler looked at the **** wound on his chest, then raised his head to look at the exquisite pistol in the hands of Harold's widow opposite, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

The exclamations of the crowd echoed in his ears, which were clearly close at hand, but in the speaker's ears, they seemed to be separated by a very long distance; he stretched out his hand to call for help around him, but no one was willing to approach.

Soon, his field of vision gradually turned blood red, and he saw that Harold's widow, who had a deranged expression, was still screaming at him, and Harold, who had died, appeared beside her. It's a joke.

That expression seemed to say, this is the fate of the traitor.

He wanted to defend himself, but found that his thoughts were gradually slack, his scarlet vision was dimming little by little, and the whole world was irreversibly overturned, sinking into boundless darkness.

But this is just his own feeling... In the eyes of the terrified councillors around, Speaker Mason Weitzler, who was shot, clutched his injured chest, staggered forward two steps with a ghastly face, and suddenly fell to the ground, twitching continuously. A dark red pool of blood gradually overflowed under his body.

Just as these onlookers finally reacted and prepared to step forward, the gunshots sounded again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The ashen-faced Alexei raised the smoking revolver above his head and roared as he approached the statue: "Everyone stands where they are, and are not allowed to act without permission!"

"Storm division - bayonet all, bullets loaded! Anyone who sees trying to leave or who is in action, whoever it is, shoot on the spot!"

"Each company sent messengers to inform the Faithful Alliance and the headquarters to come to support, and ordered them to arrive within an hour!"

Following the orders one after another, the soldiers who were still reserved no longer restrained, put down the icy bayonet at the crowd, spread out a line, and skillfully loaded in front of the opponent, loaded, and pressed the right index finger on the near the trigger.

In the face of the murderous army, the rioting crowd quickly quieted down - especially when some people found out that the other party was really willing to fire, they immediately became a lot more polite and thrifty.

With a few messy gunshots, Alexei quickly controlled the scene, but his face was still extremely ugly - he was 100% sure that the "mental disorder" of Harold's widow just now was not an accident, there must be some The casters of the Old Gods are on the scene!

The problem is the ceremony of thousands of people, it is impossible to start the investigation immediately; not to mention the appearance, even if the other party is male or female, I have no idea, I can only rely on the innate sense of the talented person, and I can vaguely guess. to the approximate location of the opponent.

Several soldiers quickly stabilized the scene, restrained Mason Weizler's body, and took control of Harold's widow, who was apparently still unstable; several members of the "Harold Foundation" tried to obstruct, but after the bayonet and Still flinched in front of the muzzle.

"Wrap the body in whatever you want first, then send Harold's widow to Parliament, and send a few soldiers to monitor her every move - no one is allowed to approach!"

Solving the biggest contradiction at the moment, Alexei immediately looked up at the ceremony platform that was empty at some point: "Where is the commander-in-chief, who just saw it?!"

Several soldiers looked at each other, and shook their heads at him in confusion.

A strong premonition that something was going to happen suddenly occurred in Alexei's mind.

Meanwhile, Anson Bach, who was "missing" from the ceremony, was sitting quietly in the parliament's smoking room, smoking a pipe alone.

Just after the gunshots sounded, the black magic that controlled him disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, the unique aura of the caster in the ceremony scene also disappeared, leaving no trace.

So the opponent's goal is not to kill him, but to destroy the ceremony, and by the way, kill Mason Weizler, the puppet that he and the Rune family control the colony; The army present, so gave up killing himself, and turned to target Mason...

No matter which way, his plan was successful, and he was caught off guard. He never expected that as a black mage, the other party would be bold enough to appear so close to him before the situation became clear; let alone violate the black mage Acting logically, even the mentor Mace Hornard who set off the "Clowe Riot" was not as decisive as him.

But decisiveness comes at a price-although he didn't catch him immediately, he couldn't escape!

Just before Alexei stabilized the situation, Anson, who pretended to leave, first got on the carriage, then immediately entered the smoking room at the side entrance of the parliament, and then decisively expanded the casting range and placed the "view" of the ability on the 50 meters above his head. Right above, you have a panoramic view of half of Beluga Harbour.

This is the advantage of serious study... It was replaced by Anson before because he was afraid of being read minds, and he never dared to stop covering up when he was so close; but he now knows that the mind reading and exploration of the Black Mage have scope as well. Yes, only slightly different from conjurers.

If the casting range of the conjurer is an irregular and arbitrary shape of equal volume, then the black mage is a "line", and he can directly lock himself to know the existence of a clear position~www.mtlnovel.com~ understand the other party's every move; but if He doesn't know, then he must first "connect" with the people around him, and determine the location of the target by reading their minds.

Or, it is to turn "lines" into "waves", and use a wide range of mind reading to grasp the required information or lock the target; this is a more advanced technique than "line" and requires the caster to have strong mental and analytical skills , otherwise it will be engulfed by endless spam, similar to the conjurer changing the shape of the casting range.

The Black Mage is like a spider entrenched in the center of the spider web. Through "lines" and "waves" that spread outward, he controls every move around him and achieves his goals without any hesitation.

But the premise of all this is that the enemy (himself) is within his "line" lock, otherwise there is no need to worry about what he can do with himself.

His own ability can cover every move of the entire ceremony scene; as long as he makes any rash moves, intends to create chaos or escape, he can't escape his eyes!

And even for just a moment, Anson has already locked on several highly suspicious targets; he is 30% sure that this black mage is in the "Harold Foundation".

In the dead smoking room, An Sen, who was breathing clouds and mist, showed a cold smile, but his eyes were more serious than ever.

Chapter end