I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 365

The latest website: When the half-elf nun manipulated her corpse to fall from the stone sculpture of the Ring of Order, screaming and rushing towards herself, Anson finally realized that his initial guess was a bit taken for granted.

To the Iser elves...or at least to Freya Mosesfield, the Ring of Order is an outsider - and an outsider that the elves despise - imposed on them, and following this religion belongs to something. Very "fashionable" behavior, whether accepted or not, has nothing to do with "apostasy".

Because the true belief of the Yisel elves is actually derived from the "ancestor worship" of blood, that is, they firmly believe that they are the noble blood descendants of the true gods, and awaken the power given by the gods through the blood; the purer the blood, the stronger and nobler , the thinner it is, the weaker it is and the lower it becomes... and so on.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand why Freya hates herself so much. First of all, stealing divine power as a non-elf is an absolute heresy. At the same time, she also believes in the ring of order that reduces the "true god" to evil. , so still a pagan.

For Freya, who was born into a noble family and stood at the top of the pyramid of elven ancestor worship, this wonderful combination of "heretic" and "pagan", let alone killing herself, may not be a solution to her hatred.

"Crack-Crack-Crack-"

The incomparably crisp sound of crushed ice echoed in the prayer hall. The arms, thighs, large intestines, heads, lung lobes, kidneys hanging on the ceiling of the cathedral fell like raindrops, jumping and wriggling like puppets pulled by silk threads. , contracted, twitched, and struck cheerfully.

An Sen, who was instantly surrounded by countless icy flesh and blood, frowned slightly, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

Spell magic, [Rising Fire].

"boom!"

The raging flames covered the layers of stumps and internal organs, and they disappeared in an instant.

But it doesn't make much sense, almost at the same time as it is destroyed, the "new" flesh and blood resurfaces under the ceiling.

As long as the crucial memory to mend the breach is not found, or simply erode Freya's realm, the **** cathedral cannot be destroyed and will continue to cycle forever.

The "weakness" of the Elf King is to take refuge in the Empire in exchange for military aid to support Iser to become strong, so Louis can defeat him in the name of "Knight of the Empire" plus "advanced weapons of the Empire"; in Freya's eyes, she So what are the weaknesses of the proud bloodline?

While thinking quickly, Anson activated the "plan" to replicate the effect of the anonymous glasses, while manipulating the [Rising Fire] that had not yet burned out to continue to burn, trying to delay the "resurrection" of the surrounding corpses and fight for the time to break the game.

"Despicable heretics, dare to use stolen divine power in front of the true God?!" The half-elf nun screamed again, and the entire prayer hall trembled in bursts of noise:

"You must go to hell—!"

boom-

Despair, anger, fear... Countless negative emotions poured into Anson's consciousness, crazily weakening his sanity; just now, he was in a hurry, and his eyes turned scarlet.

If it is a common black magic spiritual attack, he can now rely on the domain to distort or counterattack, or at least he can resist with experience; but now Anson has been affected by the Freya domain, and his emotions have become extremely fragile and sensitive. A touch is like a flood of beasts.

At this moment, he has the urge to directly open the domain and tear Freya's spirit into pieces!

An Sen, who was clenching his teeth tightly and repressing his emotions, suddenly felt a dim light in front of him. There was a whimpering sound from the enclosed walls on all sides. The sculptures on the corridors were given life, and tentacles and eyes grew like vines. The dome and stained glass painted with various legendary oil paintings gradually twisted, and the figures in the paintings turned their heads and grinned at him.

The next second, the half-elf nun's shrill voice resounded in his ears again:

"Be angry, despair, fear! These are the attitudes you should have as a heretic, and the true colors of the depraved heretics!"

This... Anson's eyes widened.

Although the surrounding distortions are obviously related to the power of the three old gods, the chaotic and illogical power is not from Freya's own magical reaction, but the power of natural laws!

It seems that because the Elf King was eliminated, it became aware of another "reality-distorting" power in Freya's spiritual realm, that is, her own existence.

You must find a way to fix this gap as soon as possible, otherwise you may encounter the situation with Talia in the tomb of the Three Old Gods, and face the laws of nature head-on... the malice of this world!

With a dignified expression, An Sen raised his scarlet eyes and stared at the half-elf nun who was walking towards him step by step.

Tentacles grew out of her forehead, and her hair was covered with sarcomas; in each of the festering eye sockets, five crowded eyes grew, and yellow-green pus mixed with blood was constantly overflowing from the corners of her mouth, nostrils and ears. ; The stiff body was shaking constantly, the ice on the palm ignited a chilling flame, and every time the feet landed, the sound of the percussion caused Ansen to have a splitting headache:

"Come on, let me, blessed and loved by the true gods... send you to hell!"

"clang-!"

Two identical sharp blades collided, and passionate sparks bloomed recklessly in the pupils that looked at each other.

The imperial knight with a confident smile on his face resolutely drew his knife, and slipped without warning on Louis' side; before the sharp blade arrived, the biting cold wind had already cut off the ends of his hair.

"clang!"

Louis, who couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed at all, blocked almost instinctively, and he was able to stop the long knife that was almost decapitated. The broken golden hair was blown away by the wind and fell on the steps in front of the gate.

At the moment when the blades crossed, the eyes of the two reflected the exact same appearance of each other; just one was clean and tidy, confident and sunny; the other was scarred and embarrassed.

Not only speed and reflexes, the "Louis Bernard" in front of him is also a crushing level for young knights in terms of strength; if not for his experience and strong willpower, he might have let go of his weapon as early as two minutes ago. Beheaded by the opponent.

So far, the battle has only lasted three minutes.

In order to avoid being caught by the opponent, and a fatal blow, Louis is always trying to fight against the opponent and shorten the attack range; because the "self" in front of him almost only uses the most standard swordsmanship moves, and close combat can greatly limit the play space, Get some breathing room.

But the "Empire Knight" had obviously realized this, and chose to use a more variable attack and speed to slash like a storm, leaving Louis too busy.

“Clang-clang-clang-clang!!…”

Flickering and flickering sparks bloomed one after another, and the young knight who had no time to parry could only keep going backwards along the steps, trying to find flaws in the familiar moves and movements.

It's a pity that although he can sense the opportunity, he can't keep up with the speed of the opponent's movements, making this counterattack meaningless... "Louis Bernard" can always make up for mistakes in time when the offensive is interrupted, Defuse the offensive of the young knights.

"Baby-"

The knife that stabbed at the door was easily dodged by the "Knight of the Empire", the long knife in his hand suppressed the back of Louis's knife with a confident smile, and slashed forward with the dazzling fire.

The target is his head!

Staring at the young knight who was attacking the blade, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he realized that he didn't have time to dodge. "'s head.

He will use the method of perishing together to force the opponent to retreat and give up this round of offensive.

Sure enough... "Louis Bernard" frowned slightly, and the long knife that had already been chopped stopped forcibly, stopping between the neck and the young knight's blade.

"clang-!"

Taking advantage of the chance of the sharp blade colliding, Louis decisively distanced himself from the opponent, raised the long knife in front of him, and gasped violently while being vigilant.

Just a little more than three minutes of fighting had already exhausted his stamina.

"I have a question... How can you be sure that he must choose defense instead of dying with you?" The lantern on his waist sounded William's questioning voice.

"Because that's not pretty enough."

Staring at the opponent's every move, the panting young knight showed a self-deprecating smile: "For Louis Bernard, just winning is not enough... You have to win enough to be beautiful, that's the most important thing."

"The real victory is either the willing surrender of the enemy and the defeat, or the head-on defeat of fairness and justice; in addition, even winning the duel is a shame."

That's right, that's why Louis dared to retreat and dodge decisively when he was exhausted.

The opposite "Louis Bernard" is almost a replica of himself, even more extreme than himself before the Battle of Thundercastle, and his observance of chivalry is almost rigid, even if he puts himself at risk. .

And this is what Freya thinks of herself...

"Outside challenger, can you end your senseless duel?!"

Standing in front of the gate, "Louis Bernard", standing with a knife, looked down at the panting young knight below: "In the name of Her Majesty Freya Mosesfield, if you are willing to surrender, as a knight, I can let go of the past. , to give you a glorious end!"

"I appreciate your generosity, but I can't." He calmed down his breathing, and a bitter smile appeared on Louis' face:

"I must defeat you and enter this palace because...I am also her knight."

The voice fell, and the expression of "Louis Bernard" immediately darkened.

"Yes, then there is no way." He said coldly, pulling out a brand new revolver from behind:

"Although the use of firearms violates the standard of ordinary duels, it is my supreme duty to protect His Majesty; even if it violates the creed in my heart, I have to do it."

"In the next battle, I... will not leave any sympathy!"

Inside the bizarrely twisted cathedral, the half-elf nun, who had been completely transformed by the power of the Three Old Gods, was pressed step by step, with a frantic expression, as if she had seen Anson being tortured and suffering in hell.

At this moment, the cold wind whimpering outside the window suddenly stopped.

Not only that, the street that was originally shrouded in cold wind and ice and snow was actually illuminated by sunlight; the golden morning light passed through the stained glass, leaving a hazy and sacred brilliance in the prayer hall.

The half-elf nun stopped abruptly, a look of astonishment and disbelief appeared on her completely twisted cheeks.

It was just a trance in front of me. The crucifixes that originally spread all over the hall were replaced by benches; the priests and believers who were crucified on them were all sitting motionless on the benches, posing a posture of bowing their heads in prayer.

The quiet scene seemed to be no different from every ordinary morning salutation in the past; but such an unfamiliar but familiar scene made the half-elf nun completely stunned.

"This, what is this...why is this..."

Before he finished speaking, a beam of sunlight passed through the cathedral's vault and poured onto the half-elf nun.

The dazzling brilliance made her tremble, subconsciously trying to avoid it; in a trance, something incredible came into view.

The unbelievable half-elf nun was mechanical, looking back little by little, stunned for a moment.

The originally broken stone sculpture of the Ring of Order actually appeared in her sight intact.

"Pfft!"

The half-elf nun with soft legs knelt on the ground, looking up at the stone sculpture with no trace of blood, exuding infinite solemnity and solemnity, tears flowing from her ten eyes.

"I...I didn't mean to...I didn't...I didn't want to betray you...I betray my beliefs..."

The lost half-elf nun wept, crawling on the sun-warmed floor with her hands and feet; with each distance she climbed, the mutation dissipated a little: "I was wrong... I'm sorry... I was really wrong... I thought you abandoned us!"

"I didn't pass your test, and my faith was shattered by the cruel reality...but you didn't abandon your believers...you have been protecting our souls...our weak...helpless souls..."

"Praise the ring of order, praise you, the one who shelters thousands of living beings..."

"The One True God!"

The crying half-elf nun finally climbed up to the stone sculpture of the Ring of Order, and gently lay on top of the stone sculpture in her original posture, with a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the golden sunshine, it turned into dewdrops that disappeared with the wind.

"I have a proposal!"

Just as "Louis Bernard" raised the revolver, the young knight said loudly: "Since we are all knights, why don't we just throw away the firearms and duel in the manner of knights, and decide between life and death. Victory!"

"This time, I will fight to the end!"

After that, Louis decisively raised his saber, pulled out a revolver from his body, and threw it on the ground.

"Oh?" Seeing his actions, "Louis Bernard" showed a surprised and admiring smile: "I didn't expect... You are the first to make such a noble proposal, which is really embarrassing."

After all, he also decisively threw away the revolver: "Since you insist, then of course I accept the challenge and use swordsmanship..."

"boom-!"

Before he finished speaking, Louis, who was standing with a knife, tapped the trigger of the pistol with his left hand hidden at his waist.

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