I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 490

Under the magical purple moonlight, the Crusaders and the New World Army who fought all night finally ushered in the darkest hour of the day.

Louis, who led the army to break through the siege, didn't go very far... The influence of the apostle's arrival is widespread, not only in the Red Hand Bay, but also in the surrounding land.

Ancient wood grew tentacles, eyes opened in the center of the blooming flowers, twisted vines pulled **** wings and sharp claws from the soil, bones that had been dead for many years crawled out of the tomb, and a scream came from the stewed chicken soup...

This is just the beginning. The scope of influence has spread to the borders of Red Hand Bay and Longhu Town... When it comes completely, there will be no corners that can be called "safe" in the whole new world.

Louis, who remained calm, personally commanded the panic-stricken legion to face the battle, and divided the New World Legion into six groups according to their organization and origin, each of 5,000 people. Concentrate on breakout.

The panic-stricken line infantry maintained their formation amid the hoarse prayers of the priests, and fired in an orderly manner at the corpses and flesh and blood tentacles that had drilled out in all directions, turning the mutant monsters into ghosts under the gun like mowing grass.

Bathed in the same moonlight, the two armies that had been hostile to each other a few minutes ago were shouting the name of the Ring of Order, fighting to stay alive and the mutated anomalies around them.

Flesh tentacles as numerous as ant colonies and "resurrected" corpses soon covered the entire battlefield. The grenadier regiment that was still blocking the Knights of Judgment soon discovered that they were no longer needed here, just to deal with the sudden appearance. The flesh-and-blood monsters have already overwhelmed those big iron boxes.

Of course, there are also the grenadier regiments hiding in the trenches... The flesh-and-blood monsters can't bite the armor of the iron water tank, but they can get into the tunnels where they hide; Fabian had to order the soldiers to disperse the defense, and in the overwhelming In the shadows, fighting and retreating.

"Can I ask, this is the reinforcement you mentioned?!"

Fabian turned his head and roared at Roman. At this time, there was only the endless howls of monsters in his ears, plus the roar of the Land Cruiser's burst rifles and smoothbore guns; the piercing screams from the full-speed steam core, this It has even become the last resort in their hearts.

As long as these steel monsters haven't fallen down, the Grenadiers can continue to survive, but if they are all over... the Grenadiers will be over.

"Of course not." Roman's answer was still understated, as calm as a hunter waiting for the target to approach his gun:

"I know that you definitely don't want to believe it now, but the fact is that the situation is completely out of control, and the person who made it into the current state is your boss."

"... Brigadier General Anson Bach?"

Fabian frowned. Right now, like Roman said, he couldn't trust anyone at all—especially the one in front of him.

"I gave him a chance to turn his defeat into a victory, but it seemed that he didn't intend to do that, so the situation got out of control... The last thing that should have happened, finally became a reality."

Although it is an understatement, it is not difficult for anyone to hear such a trace of complaint from Roman's mouth.

The Apostle Rune came in public, which is the last thing the Truth Society wants to happen, because it will give the Holy See an excuse to interfere in the world... The current situation is that even if the war is over, the jihadists who have experienced this catastrophe will no longer think that the Holy See is no good It's alarmist, the threat to the world from the Old Gods is real.

"Then have you ever thought that this is entirely because the price you gave is too heavy, or that even if you can turn defeat into victory, the result is not something that everyone can afford?"

"No matter how heavy the price is, it's not worth mentioning in the face of victory... Do I need to remind me of such a simple truth, Colonel Fabien?"

"Yeah, it's no wonder that every victory of Major General Ludwig ends up being a tragic victory. With a loyal adjutant like you in charge, there must be plenty of places for the Southern Legion to go to heaven!"

Fabian's cheeks were slightly twisted. Since joining the army, this is the first time he has made such a complete gaffe; especially after he finished speaking, the other party's disdainful eyes made him desperately hold his right hand, so he didn't. The gun was aimed at Roman's head.

But soon he didn't have the time to think about these things... The soldiers of the guard company who rushed in staggered and rolled into the trenches, squatting in his ear and breathing heavily, and told him in a low voice that there was absolutely no way Good news.

"What, Miss Lisa is gone?!"

An Sen, who took that step in a fraction of a second, finally moved—his footsteps landed heavily in the scorched earth, and disappeared without a trace when the dust splashed.

It's Francisco's acceleration again!

The terrified Phyllis immediately began to look for the figures around him in a panic, because he couldn't even turn his head before it was his turn, so he could only wait.

The next moment, Anson, who appeared on the right side of Phyllis, snapped his fingers, the left wheel of his right hand dropped downward, the magazine was opened, and the shaky bullet seemed to fall at any time.

"Boom!"

The golden-red beam of light struck and cut off Phyllis's right arm like a sharp blade, but the pus and plasma that spewed out quickly restored the wound to its original state—the state of being entangled by tentacles.

Fortunately, it seems that the influence from Rune before has not subsided... Phylles sighed in his heart, and at the same time knew the rules of the [Nine Palaces].

Each person can [move] once, [attack] once, and have two seconds of free action time; the upper limit of the round is ten seconds, whether it is completed after ten seconds or not, it is regarded as the [round end].

The roar of the corpse came from his ears, waving only his broken right hand, and stabbing at him with the arm bone left in the rotten flesh.

But the corpse's movements were not fast, the time had come before the bones were stabbed, and it was stuck at the last moment, unable to move.

The sneering Pheleus directly stretched out his hand and smashed the corpse's heart, then dragged the corpse to Anson Bach who was motionless, and threw the corpse out, keeping his body in the state of being thrown back.

Just as the corner of his mouth rose, he saw the lead bullet in Anson's right revolver slipped from the magazine and fell to the ground.

Conjuration, [Rising Fire].

A violent flame storm instantly surrounded Anson, turning the corpse thrown by Phelus into dried coke in an instant, falling heavily and then shattering into pieces.

"Ah... So the weapon is not within the limited scope of the round?"

Pheleus, who lit up in front of his eyes, said, "So that's the case, this conjuration has a limit, and it really is the most restrictive to the blood mage... As long as time rubs the conjuration on the object, the moment it is released will not be affected by the turn limit. "

"Also, if I'm not mistaken, black magic is probably the same... It only counts the actions during the turn... Even if you're not in your turn, you can still read the minds around you, or perform mental interference."

"But the blood mage can't... No matter what you do, you can't escape the restriction of the 'life body'. Once the round is over, you must stop attacking immediately."

"You're very long-winded." Anson looked at him calmly: "It's as if the audience needs to hear your explanation."

"Of course, we have more than a thousand viewers!"

Pheleus laughed: "Of course, they are all dead, but under the environment of the law of reality... Under the influence of Rune, death as a form of life has completely ceased to exist!"

"It sounds like you still like this kind of environment?"

"Like? The paleness of the language can't even express my feelings for this environment!"

The corners of Phyllis's mouth twitched violently, if it weren't for the restriction of the [Nine Palaces Chessboard], he would probably open his arms at this moment: "As a blood mage, there is something more attractive to me than the endless vitality at this time. Does it exist?"

"No more! No more, Apostle Rune... Really great existence, seeing him seems to show me hope and the future... Oh, maybe this is the true meaning of the title of 'Apostle', performing miracles in place of the true God exist?!"

He continued like crazy, as if he was still using this kind of performance to cover up his inner fear.

But this is only an illusion,

At this moment, Phyllis is extremely calm, constantly testing the limitations of the [Nine Palaces Chessboard] with various micro-expressions and body movements. The tentacles covered with the whole body keep squirming and twitching, and one after another pustules grow... It seems that success is not far away. .

Well, this is also normal, just like Lisa can directly ignore the illusions and mind-reading created by the mentor Mace Hornard, the blood mage with the blood of August is of course not afraid of being used by a blasphemous mage of incantation.

That's right, this is where Pheleus is so powerful that Rune is forced to descend, and he can't kill him no matter how much he kills, and he can threaten an apostle.

But what is different from Lisa is that the August blood in him is not inherited, but more like a mutation... After thousands of years and hundreds of generations of repeated mutations, a hidden gene has finally been transformed from countless combinations and Among the samples, the original and most precious one was found.

To speculate in the most bottomless way, it may be possible that this is also a small link in August's experimental plan-by looking back at the initial experimental samples, determine how long it will take for human beings as a species to mutate the version he wants.

As long as the desired result can be obtained, these apostles... no, it should be said that the evolutionary people don't care how much it costs.

The same Phileas has the same magical reaction as August. For the wheel that defeated and devoured August's entire power, it is like a "magic stone", forming an adsorption reaction to him. .

As the real "last blood of August", Lisa has not really awakened until now, and at the same time she just inherited August's blood, and the mutant Pheleus is now equal to the second August special.

Poof—

A tiny tentacle grew out of Phyllis's right cheek, and the tender granulation looked very harmless, even a little cute, in addition to the pus flowing. extension outside.

The expressionless Anson's heartstrings were tense, in stark contrast to the relaxed and comfortable Phyllis... Being able to let a part of his body move freely is just a short distance away from breaking free.

Under the enchanting moonlight, Phyllis's festering eyes turned scarlet again, the only difference was that it not only turned red, but continued to overflow and emit a thick stench, which made people think when they smelled it. Disorder, the stench of impulsiveness that is difficult to suppress, and the rapid expansion of desire in pain.

The next second, his cheek cracked again, and this time a tentacle full of barbs grew out. Just the process of burrowing out of the flesh made his face full of blood.

puff-puff-puff-puff-

More and more skins were split open, and the sound of flesh and blood tearing came. Phyllis's body seemed to have become a hive of tentacles. Drilling on his face, neck, chest, arms... all places where flesh and blood could still be attached. Open a blood hole.

From a distance, it looks like a huge cactus.

"It seems that even if there is magic supported by laws, it is nothing more than the power of the apostles." Amidst the blood and fire, Phylles, whose mouth had been torn by tentacles, grinned, revealing that he no longer had teeth and Mouth of the tongue:

"I don't even need the protection of the apostle, and I can easily break free."

An Sen frowned slightly, and glanced to the side subconsciously.

"Why, you are expecting those dead people to help you, stop joking." Phyllis's body began to tremble violently, and the tentacles all over his body began to attack in all directions.

"One thousand eight hundred and eighty-five... This is the number you told me yourself. How long do you think it will take me to kill them all and end this boring turn-based game?"

At this moment, An Sen still hadn't lifted the [Nine Palaces Chessboard], and watched him turn all the corpses around him into pieces of shredded flesh, and even sprayed blood on him.

Then, the grinning Phyllis and the frowning Anson heard a thunderous sound at the same time.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-!!"

The screeching thunder swept through the air, like a urchin knocking down a cane, easily severing Pheleus' tentacles.

"This is…?!"

The excited and proud Pheleus finally showed a solemn expression, and turned his right eye to the direction of the bullet: "She... Who is she?!"

"Don't you boast of the blood of an apostle, and you don't even know who she is?" An Sen raised his eyebrows lightly:

"It's just that, unlike your pirated copy, she is the genuine one!"

"An-Sen-!!"

Heart-piercing shouts came rushing, and the flaming flames made way for her on both sides, and the gravel and blood everywhere turned into a long red carpet, constantly staring at her feet.

Wearing a three-cornered hat crookedly, holding a licorice stick in her mouth, and carrying as many weapons as hills, the girl with a steam spray gun in her arms swayed the hem of her windbreaker, and jumped at the moment she was surrounded by corpses...

Come on!

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