I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 245

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In the gorgeous room, Anson, with a slight curvature of his mouth, raised the "dagger" revolver, and the dark muzzle was facing Chloë Musk sitting on the sofa in the room, on the left side of his shocked and angry cheek, An "exquisite and small" lead bullet left a hideous, smoky crater on the wallpaper.

Around the two of them, the dark shadows had long since faded, the thick white smoke had disappeared, and there was no headless corpse lying at the door behind them; inside the closed door, there was no trace of what had just happened. Traces of a fight.

Except for the crater, of course.

As for the reason... Everything that just happened is just a "dream" of Chloe Musk.

But it didn't start from entering the door as he showed, but earlier; or, there was no process of "entering the door" at all. As early as the moment Anson saw him, the two were already in the lounge.

Chloe Musk directly confuses Anson's memory, making him mistakenly think that he met Chloe "outside the door" - long before the meeting, he had invaded Anson's consciousness on the ceremony podium, confusing and confusing Sexual illusion is a "classic move" of black magic, and the process is naturally familiar.

The purpose is also very simple, that is to try.

The result was as he expected, Anson was really fooled; the sentence "I don't know enough about the lounge" directly exposed his thoughts and plans for the next, and Kolo immediately pursued the victory, set up a large-scale dream, and continued to read his mind deeply.

Of course, he is also very clear that Anson has at least one volume of "The Great Book of Magic", which is not a secret within the Knights of Untrustworthiness. No matter dreams or illusions, there is a risk of being seen through; besides, conjurers have the ability to distort reality. , a head-to-head confrontation is quite unfavorable to him as a black mage.

So Kolo did the opposite, creating chaos in his dreams to force Anson to be distracted, while strengthening mind reading and the erosion of his consciousness, pretending to completely control Anson's spirit, and deliberately revealing the weakness of his abilities in an indirect way to each other.

Yes, he did not lie, and the words he said were true; and only the truth that did not contain the slightest falsehood could induce the enemy to believe that all the information was not actively leaked by the enemy, but was "reasoned" by himself.

He succeeded again.

The characteristic of conjurers as a group is that they are convinced of what they have carefully deduced, otherwise their will will not be strong enough to "distort reality"... Ansen Bach, he also has such a character.

Right now, there are at least 300 heavily armed soldiers outside the parliament, plus a talented officer (Aleksei) with great strength. The riots everywhere may be quelled at any time... The parliament may be destroyed by thousands of people at any time. The storm division was completely surrounded.

In this case, the only way to end the battle as soon as possible and kill Anson Bach without leaving any significant traces is for him to commit suicide.

Patiently... slowly guided... let Ansen Bach confidently point the gun at himself, believing that this is the only way to release the dream, defeat or even kill himself.

Even at the moment when Anson had put the muzzle against his temple, he did not reveal any flaws, and still pretended to be completely in line with a plan exposed, a desperate black mage should have.

This time, he almost did succeed.

If he hadn't discovered in advance that Chloë Musk was the black mage behind the Faithless Knights, had not been warned in advance, or had just been suspicious, Anson might not have been able to avoid his death.

With the help of Alexei's "failure experience" being interfered at the scene, and the careful observation of the way the other party quietly sneaked into the parliament, Anson already had a basic understanding of his "behavioral logic".

To intensify the erosion of target consciousness, manipulation, and mind-reading, the Black Mage must be at a very close distance and avoid unexpected interference; so Kolo will never be in front of or near the door, and at the same time It is also necessary to be able to have an unobstructed view of most of the space in the lounge, and there must be no obstacles to escape between the passages with the entrance and exit...

And Anson did not tell the truth. He already knew the lounge very well before entering the door, otherwise he would not use it as a place to ambush Chloe Musk; even if he was dragged into a dream, he could pass a limited number of times. Observation to confirm your position.

A variety of reasons were mixed together, allowing Anson to successfully shoot a shot in the "perfect plan".

But in the eyes of Chloe Musk, these complex factors and reasons all have a simple answer - he has been betrayed!

Just when he was thinking about all this, Anson pulled the trigger again, and the screaming lead shot hit him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a flash of gunfire, and five more craters were added to the wallpaper behind Chloë Musk.

Almost at the same time as the "dream" was destroyed, out of his understanding of the commander-in-chief who was keen to use various firearms in close combat, he instinctively set up an illusion around him that could confuse vision.

An Sen, who missed a shot, seemed to realize the problem quickly, and decisively pulled out the bayonet hidden in the sleeve of his left arm and rushed up.

call--

One after another strong blue air waves whistled beside the black mage, smashing the wallpaper, sofa, oil lamp, vases...all kinds of decorations in the room, but not hurting him in the slightest.

Even so, Ke Luo's face was still extremely difficult to see - Anson Bach, he wanted to use magic to forcibly block the location, so that he could not escape.

It can cause hallucinations in time, but as long as it is still within the casting range of the conjurer, the other party can distort reality at will; he can almost foresee that Anson will definitely prepare to use a range of conjuration magic next.

Sure enough... At the moment when the four eyes met, An Sen's right revolver disappeared, replaced by the snapped fingers that were already pinched and ready at any time.

Looking at the blade that was already close at hand, Ke Luo, who was already trying to escape, stopped abruptly, his scarlet eyes widened!

boom--

Countless disorganized information and crazy ravings poured into An Sen's mind like a flood of floodgates.

As he was running wildly, he stumbled under his feet. With his rich experience, he finally avoided the tragic end of "tripping on the spot", but he also missed the target.

It actually succeeded... Ke Luo's heart flashed a little bit of joy, and while dodging, he unfolded the "wave" again, and the dark shadow swept the entire lounge again; and the difference from before was that it was no longer ferocious, but liquid-like. Surging, trying to cover Anson.

These "liquids" were injected into the inner monologues of thousands of people at the ceremony outside Pang's meeting, enough to drive a normal person crazy in an instant.

Although it was a little unexpected, Ke Luo felt that he had discovered the greatest weakness of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, which was being cautious, even to an excessive degree.

Between killing or capturing a target and his own safety, the latter has absolute priority; in this respect he hardly behaves like a conjurer, but rather like himself.

Could it be that his mentor was actually a disciple of Mutter, the king of black magic? Ke Luo, who has no evidence, speculates randomly.

Sure enough... As soon as he saw the flowing shadow, Anson sensed the danger and gave up the idea of ​​approaching, and snapped his fingers with his left hand.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

"boom--!"

The golden-red fire rose under his feet, covering all the shadows like burning grease on the water surface, and expanding to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

Ke Luo, who was still pretending to be flustered, ran towards the exit without looking back, constantly releasing all kinds of negative emotions to erode Ansen's consciousness, and at the same time, a little regret couldn't help but rise in his heart - if the commander-in-chief's Even if his character is a little bit reckless, he might still have a chance to kill him.

But there are no ifs in this world, only lies that seem to be the truth... He sighed softly, and the fragment from the "Great Magic Book" appeared in his mind.

Under the dazzling firelight, the surrounding shadows gradually subsided, and the original calm was restored in the scattered embers.

And Chloe Musk has calmly came to the exit of the lounge, looking at Anson Bach behind him with a light smile.

A very unwilling face was reflected in the scarlet pupils, the anger that fell short of success was beyond words, and the pupils that had shrunk suddenly seemed to want to slash himself.

It's a shame, but you'll never be able to.

Seeing you today is my last goodbye to you; it is a pity not to be able to take your life; but considering the "He" you will face next with Beluga, this should probably be called you of misfortune.

Looking at the revolver raised by An Sen who refused to give up, Ke Luo's mouth drew a contemptuous arc... Yes, his biggest mistake was not knowing how to give up, even though it had already proved to be a meaningless move, he would still...

"boom!"

The golden-red gun flame flashed between the drifting ashes, and an extremely ugly blood hole appeared between Chloe Musk's eyebrows.

At this moment, the corners of the raised mouth froze.

He stood there for a few seconds, reached out and touched the place that felt a little cold, and found that the diameter could even put the index finger of his right hand in.

"...So...touching the inside of the head with my hand...So that's how it feels..."

Chloe Musk, whose hands trembled slightly, muttered to himself, his eyes gradually dulled.

He raised his head, tried his best to lock his gradually blurred vision on the figure in front of him, desperately recalled the identity of the other party, and it took nearly ten seconds before he finally remembered what he wanted:

"...you...Ansen Bach...you...you lied...you lied to me..."

"No, I didn't lie to you, because I didn't answer you - I just pretended to be affected by your blinding black magic, that's all."

Of course, it was indeed affected, but I used "powers" instead of eyes to aim... The expressionless Anson complained in his heart:

"This time, it's really time to wake up."

Ke Luo opened his eyes and moved his body desperately, trying to escape.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and the lead bullet that ripped apart the flesh smashed the ribs, and the shattered bone residue poured into the heart.

The delirious Ke Luo slammed heavily on the door, struggling desperately, leaving large bloodstains on his twitching body.

"boom!"

Along with the heart, the entire chest cavity was completely penetrated by lead bullets, leaving a large blood hole in the center of the torso; the broken wound was caught by the doorknob behind him, and he could not move when he was hung on it.

"boom!"

Together with the previous blood hole, Ke Luo's Tianling cover was completely smashed, and the brain inside was sprayed with flesh and blood on the door.

Soon, the sanity in the eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only two severely congested eyeballs; the body that stopped twitching hung obliquely on the door and stopped moving.

With a sigh of relief, Anson did not step forward immediately, raised his gun again at the torso of Ke Luo's body, and fired the last shot in the magazine.

boom--

The lead bullet rubbed with [Gathering Flames] quickly began to burn the moment it touched the corpse, and the flames covered the entire corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye; soon, the entire restroom was filled with a strong stench of burnt stench.

After a while, Chloe Musk, who fell on the spot, disappeared completely, leaving only the blackened blood on the door panel and scattered coke on the ground.

Beicheng District, in a mid-range hotel.

Ian Clemens, who had just completed his "mission", was sitting quietly on the soft and comfortable bed, tasting the sky-high fake wine peddled by the hotel owner, and casually flipping through the third-rate cheap prices offered by the guest room.

Well, it fits very well with the appearance of a middle-class family running a sugar industry who has just arrived in the colony, that is, because of the long-distance travel, and refuses to abandon the way they used to live in the homeland.

He pretended to take out the sterling silver pocket watch in his pocket, and found that in ten minutes, his wife (Carnot), who went out to buy necessities, and his cousin Derek, who was investigating the local candy market, should return to the hotel.

He put down the cheap ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and drank the expensive fake wine, got up and walked to the door, ready to meet them right downstairs when they came back, and by the way, he asked the hotel owner for some recent news. news.

Just as he was about to push the door out, the confectioner... Ian Clemens, the leader of the Faithless Knights, suddenly froze in place.

Disappeared.

That familiar feeling of shackles and chains wrapped around the whole body...the oath curse used by the Crecy family to control the Faithless Knights...disappeared suddenly.

He raised his head suddenly, pulled out the dagger from his waist at a speed that was completely unmatched by the candy merchant, and slashed the palm of his left hand!

Scarlet blood spilled from the wound, and the pain that followed told him it wasn't a hallucination.

Ian swallowed his throat hard, but he couldn't feel a trace of information in his heart, some were just shock and...

Inexplicable panic.

Chapter end