I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 495

Dawn, Red Hand Bay.

The billowing smoke covered the entire city, and the remaining ash was sprinkled into the slightly bright sky. The clouds in the sky were covered with golden cloaks, and there was an ominous shadow.

Gently stretched out his hand to catch the falling ash. Standing in the ruins, Rune looked back at the sea behind him. The fiery red waves rolled up milky white waves and washed the ice-melted beach. Unstoppable.

"It looks like it's over."

Looking at the ashes in his hands, Rune's expression was full of melancholy, that feeling was like saying goodbye to his best friend, and he knew very well in his heart that he would never see him again.

"No, this is just the beginning."

Lisa... It should be said that Talia, who occupied Lisa's body, carefully avoided the rest of the surrounding area and walked behind Rune: "The false **** believers in the Ring of Order will not give up so easily, their power still occupies With the advantage, one defeat is not enough to make the result a foregone conclusion.”

"If the party trying to use force fails, the forces to ease Xu Tu will quietly rise; although they are tit-for-tat, the difference is only at the level of means, and there is no difference in essence and purpose."

"Of course, even this does not prevent us from using the discord between them to achieve our own goals; in the eyes of the gangsters, they are the stronger ones, and we... always just passively wait and let them be It's just a hunting target."

"It seems that you have become more talkative than before." Rune said:

"You didn't seem to have such a personality in the past."

Hearing the words, Talia put her hands behind her back, showing a happy smile, her eyes curved into shallow crescents: "What's wrong with being infected by the advantages of your fiance?"

"Your reaction now seems to be eroded by the 'planning law'."

"Ah... Doesn't it mean that it is possible for me to embark on the path of conjuring magic under the premise of being a blood mage? Blood magic and the blood of the apostles of conjuring magic converge... Our children will be extraordinary when they are born, right?"

Rune didn't speak, he clasped the piece of ashes in his palm, feeling the gradually losing temperature on it.

Thalia, who stopped joking, took a half step forward and bowed her knees respectfully:

"Father."

"My dear Thalia, you have chosen a path destined to be difficult." Rune cast his eyes on the crowd in the distance: "Too much participation in the world will increase the remnants of your past; when you become an apostle, They will all become your constraints."

"But it's not necessarily a bad thing; the harder the process of growth, the more likely it is to trigger evolution; the evolution of thinking, the reversal of cognition... just knowing what is right is not enough, it must be thoroughly understood, too. If it goes too well, it will be called a bad thing.”

"Too many constraints?" Thalia suddenly lit up:

"Does this have anything to do with August losing to you...?"

"maybe."

Rune did not give an absolute answer: "But the original apostles, there was no such thing as a so-called 'restraint', and there would be no problems because of this."

"But since that day, all the apostles who did not leave any restraints, all had an abnormality, they began to be unable to confirm their own existence, and began to become confused due to the mutation of evolution... It was like a river that was cut off from its source, but has not yet reached the sea. , lost the foundation of existence."

"If you think about it seriously, maybe August has long realized that this day has come - lost the believers of the true gods, and built a lighthouse to guide the direction in the darkness; but it has become his own tomb, a proof that evolution will eventually exist. Limits, there will never be a grave for anyone who succeeds and succeeds again."

That day... Talia's expression was slightly solemn.

From once to now, she has heard her father say countless times about "that day", Boredim, abandoned by the great apostles of the Holy City, and the believers of the true God who used to open up a new path have left; or rebuild the past. Colony, or founding a family in a new land, the era of "blood" begins...

At that time, today's "Old Continent" was still a brand-new fertile land. A race that later claimed to be "human" had only just mastered the value of metal. A form ushered in a new boom.

On that day, everyone thought that this situation was only temporary; when all true God believers rebuild their civilization and accumulate enough resources and new knowledge, they can open the dusty door of Boredim again and climb up in the corner where they fell. ,move on.

On that day, everyone called this Hongyuan...

big plan.

"Why?" The girl couldn't help but said, "What is it that makes you think August knows about it?"

A slight movement sounded around, and there were vaguely messy footsteps approaching them.

"despair."

Rune replied calmly, his eyes still looking at the ashes in the palm of his hand, the small temperature has long since dissipated, and there is only a little breath left in the last residue, weak enough to make people think it is an illusion.

"In my impression, that was the first time I saw August's desperate expression... He stood in the reference room, among the mountains of parchment, and said in a tone that I have never heard again..."

"Congratulations, Rune, you are right."

"That was also the last time we had a face-to-face exchange, and when I saw him again... that's when I made up my mind to destroy him completely."

"Our philosophy is different, but the direction is similar; according to the basic evolutionary principles of the three major magics, only one apostle with a similar direction can have the opportunity to continue to evolve; so I must defeat him, or die at his hands ."

"Probably... at that time, he didn't have any hope of continuing to evolve, so he chose to fulfill me, as he said... I was right."

"August gave everything for the so-called 'bloodline'; dryads, vampires, ogres... He personally made plans for the extermination of these races, incorporating their bloodlines into the human race in the form of 'mutations' waiting patiently for the final result.”

"But he failed... Even with the power of mutation, human beings, as a race allowed by this world, still can't get rid of their dependence on the world, and even took the initiative to create a pseudo-god like the 'Ring of Order' to surrender; a thousand-year expectation, In exchange, there is greater despair.”

Rune's voice trembled slightly: "But now, the shattered hope may have an opportunity to rekindle."

He turned around, and placed his right hand holding the gray end on top of the confused and desperate girl's head. Suddenly, his emerald green eyes began to tremble slightly, and the sober Ming Rui was replaced by another kind of pureness.

"You, you are..."

Lisa tried her best to recall her impression of the person in front of her, but she couldn't remember anything; when she turned around, she found that she was not in the legion camp outside the city: "Where is this, where is Anson."

"I don't know about that either." Rune raised the corners of his mouth, showing a gentle smile: "But there seems to be someone coming over there, you might as well ask them."

"Someone?"

The girl looked in the direction he pointed, and immediately saw a few soldiers of the guard company cleaning the battlefield. With a happy face, she immediately turned her head and thanked: "Thank you, what's your name... eh?"

Looking at the empty ruins behind her, the already confused girl's head was heavily tilted to one side, and her expression seemed to be hallucinating.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated with the rising sun, revealing a messy ruin, silently telling the story of the dark night in the golden morning light.

There was no head-to-head battle with a powerful enemy, no brutal hand-to-hand combat... When the artillery bombardment ended and the sun rose, more than a dozen knights of adjudication entered the town one after another and planted the banner of the Ring of Order on the scorched earth that looked like the city gate. , declares that the battle is over, and the Holy Army of God has won the final victory.

As a result, the Crusaders and the Knights of Judgment organized retreats one after another in a very tacit understanding, giving the Crusades the opportunity to clean up the battlefield completely.

Of course, speaking of cleaning the battlefield, in fact, there is nothing to clean... The whole town has been shelled in turns, and not even the **** is left; let alone property, it is very difficult to search for corpses from the scorched earth.

As for weapons and equipment, there is no need to think too much. After all, the main jihadist army has never participated in the war from beginning to end, and whether the wreckage of the Heart of Mercy or the destroyed Land Cruiser, it has already been judged by the Knights when they retreated. The regiment was cleaned up, and it was simply impossible to leave it to the Free Confederacy.

But then again, it's useless to keep it. Although the Confederacy can get coal, it will never find a factory that can repair this kind of equipment, let alone skilled workers.

Even so, Fabian still refused to give up, and mobilized the entire grenadier regiment to clean the battlefield everywhere to see if there was any accidental omission by the opponent;

Although it was only a short night, the equipment of the ruling knights formed a dimensionality reduction blow for Fabian, who once thought that "weapons are not the key to an army, but talent is the key"; close your eyes, it is all soldiers in the steam company The figures fell to the ground in pieces under the firepower of the rifle.

That is the future, that is the key to truly controlling the situation of the battle and determining the outcome of a battle; Fabian seems to have grasped the pulse of the times, and his whole person is completely inextricably immersed in the enthusiasm and intoxication of weapons.

Thanks to his tireless efforts, the exhausted grenadier regiment failed to live up to its expectations; but perhaps to avoid being held accountable by the disappointed deputy commander, a group of grenadiers who were trapped to death finally found something to cross. s things…

Uh, or... people?

"You mean, you're actually a knight of judgment?"

Fabian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman sitting opposite him.

Although his face was unkempt, his body was covered with scorch and blood coagulation marks, and his tattered clothes looked similar to those of some deserters; but as the most promising middle-level officer of the former Guards of Clovis City, by virtue of his correct posture, With the meticulous observation of his voice and subconscious movements, he still quickly identified a lot of useful information, so much so that he couldn't help but be startled.

She tried every means to get the subordinates she sent just to calm her anger, but she accidentally sent a genuine knight of judgment to the camp of the Storm Legion—the most important thing, the crusaders on the opposite side didn't seem to find it!

One day... no! Even if it's only for a few hours, as long as there is a little bit of information from her mouth, it will be of great value, it is unimaginable!

So it was too late to notify Anson, and at the risk of his lifelong learning and personal dignity, Fabian immediately started her interrogation.

"Yin Lisa Bai Laimon."

Compared to someone who was calm on the surface, but whose heart was already extremely excited, the girl's reaction was truly calm: "I work in the logistics department of the Knights of Judgment, and my job is to be a follower officer."

"...A follower officer?"

"A relatively old official rank, with a relatively strong personal attachment." Yin Lisa said in a sullen manner: "Using a term that you can understand, it is probably similar to the secretary."

"...So it is." Fabian nodded calmly:

"Then, Miss Yin Lisabai, the entourage, how did you encounter our soldiers by mistake, but did not retreat with the Knights of Judgment?"

"Because my position is an entourage officer, and the nature of my work requires me to be loyal to Sir Phyllis, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com keeps all his affairs strictly confidential, and obeys all orders resolutely." Yin Lisabai raised her hand subconsciously and stroked it. on his neck:

"So I can't go back."

She is still very nervous now, indicating that if she is found not dead by the ruling Knights, her life may be in danger... Fabian nodded slightly:

"Then Miss Yin Lisabeth, do you know where Sir Phyllis is now?"

"Dead." Yin Lisa was expressionless: "It died at the hands of Anson Bach."

Um? Now that he's dead, who is Sir Phyllis who sent someone to negotiate with us?

Swallowing his throat hard, Fabian forcibly endured the shock: "Can I understand that, the order given to you by the dead Sir Phyllis is... you must live?"

This time Yin Lisabai didn't answer immediately, after a moment of silence, she nodded silently.

Very good, it means that my guess is not completely correct, but it is partially correct... Fabian is getting more and more excited, but he has to hold back his attack:

"Dear Miss Yin Lisabai, in this case, you and the Free Confederation can guarantee your personal safety and certain freedom; but this safety is not without a price, and you need to disclose some valuable information in exchange, such as..."

"I can tell you the next action plan of the ruling knights and the high command, at least the plan that has been clearly written down." Yin Lisabai didn't even bother to look up at him again:

"In addition, there are design drawings of the difference engine on the Heart of Mercy, and some design drawings of the new weapons of the Knights of Judgment... Are these enough?"

Fabian: "…"

The things I wanted the most and the work that I had to complete with dignity were all successful at the same time, so why didn't I feel happy at all?

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