I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 482 Anson's "Little Trick"

Holding the blade that pierced into the target's chest, Francisco, who spoke coldly, allowed the blood to spray onto his body, and his face hidden under the collar and brim of his hat was stained with a touch of scarlet.

But this is not the end... At the moment when Francisco "Flash" appeared, the air around the basement suddenly seemed to be drained of water vapor, becoming extremely hot, and the oxygen content was surprisingly high.

Several flaming torches were thrown to the four corners of the basement at the same time.

"boom----!

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The golden red fire expanded instantly, covering every inch of space in the room, and the flames formed by the explosion burned very well; even if the flesh and blood hidden inside could not be burned to death, the suffocation and the dust floating in the air were enough. fatal.

At the moment of the explosion, Francisco's figure flashed right above the explosion, the sharp blade in his hand was gone, and only the blood on his body told what had just happened.

The five adjudication knights around seemed to have become accustomed to it, and did not have any unnecessary reaction to the sudden appearance of the figure, all eyes were focused on the thick smoke billowing under their feet.

According to the information currently held by the Holy See, Anson Bach has at least three means of evading sudden attacks and fatal injuries, and the laws he masters are likely to be closely related to "Insight", so all tactics and ambush must be based on "their own exposure." " is the premise.

Of course, the latter is just a guess, and it is an unproven guess. At present, the only thing that can be confirmed is that the target really has a long-distance and large-scale insight method.

The fireworks dissipated, and the basement with a strong scorching smell was only left with thick smoke, and there was not even the slightest breath of life.

That bastard... The elf girl in the sky frowned slightly. It wasn't that she didn't want to reach out to help, but she was bitten too tightly by the Knights of Judgment. If she was a little careless, she would fall into the opposite net like before, causing herself 's blocking was flawed because of the frantic defense.

The opposite side was obviously prepared for her existence a long time ago. The temperature around her was already high enough to burn her skin, and she was still able to continue fighting without even noticing it. It was also a battle with multiple talented people, and she had unilaterally killed no one before. The letter knights are simply worlds apart.

Ignoring the threat above, the solemn-faced Francisco waved his hand to his side, and the three judgement knights jumped into the smoke decisively; one wielded a spear formed by the strong wind, and the other was covered in armor, waving a nearly two-meter-high sword. Two-handed sword, one bare-handed, and even his body is covered with scars, but the metal lustre is reflected under the deep bone-deep wounds.

There was a "criminal record" that had been wiped out before. This time, the ruling Knights improved the "treatment" of Anson Bach - from an elite team member to a commissioner with double-digit single-person combat experience, not so much The Knights of Judgment, on the contrary, are more like colleagues of the Inquisition.

The difference is that the latter is dead in every battle, while the former can get almost unlimited support from the team.

And Francisco, who has the title of "Shadowless", is still standing there, a strangely scented cigarette appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his heart is silently timing with the spark of the cigarette butt.

With the lingering smoke spreading around his body, time passed quietly; in the silent basement, apart from the breath of the three judgement knights, there was no fourth person, let alone fighting or fighting.

at this time……

"Uh ah ah ah...!

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An indescribable scream resounded in the smoke billowing basement. The victim was a judge knight who used a hurricane spear and whose ability was to manipulate the air—his breath was fading at an alarming rate.

The other two judgement knights reacted almost simultaneously: one swung a big sword and attacked the position where his companion had just stood, and the other followed closely behind, with his metallic fists hidden behind his back, like an assassin in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to respond.

But when they rushed to the scene, the two were stunned almost at the same time.

The murderous great sword stopped less than two centimeters in front of the neck of his dead companion. The steel spear that had lost the tip of the hurricane spear pierced through his torso from behind, the spear head protruded from the throat, and the cheek was slanted sideways. The last moment of fear was frozen on the top, hideous and twisted.

"Finir! Get out of the way, this is a trap!"

The roar exploded in the thick smoke, slamming away the armored comrade with force, and the judgment knight wielding an iron fist went straight to the "corpse" of the slain comrade.

The moment he got up, the long nailed dead face suddenly raised his head and grinned at the two of them. The corners of his grown mouth stretched straight to the position close to his ears, revealing the two rows of blood-stained teeth.

The judgement knight was instantly wicked, but the movement of his hands did not stop, and the iron fist directly hit the distorted smiling face.

"puff--!"

With a scream like a cannonball piercing through, the head of the corpse instantly exploded into flesh and blood; the remaining part of the headless corpse began to be infected by the bones at the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was eroded into metal bit by bit.

This is the power of his bloodline, derived from the "steel plague" of the Earth Knight - the body will gradually turn into metal, and only by infecting the surrounding objects and flesh can delay the attack and control the plague to a non-lethal level.

Following closely behind him, the "Finir" covered in armor resolutely dodged, and the great sword in both hands glowed with a golden brilliance. It will be burned continuously, and it is not like the fire can be extinguished, and the burned part will not be left as if it is purified... The price is that the natural person must reduce the light that the body is exposed to. The less the ability, the stronger the effect.

The capabilities of the two are completely complementary, and even have a certain degree of deceit, which is why Francisco sent them to attack first.

But just as Finir was waving his golden sword to make up for it, the metal corpse suddenly came to life again, and he drew out a spear that pierced through his body and stabbed the defenseless knight of judgment.

"clang--!"

The golden-colored sharp blade cut off the gun body abruptly, and the knight of judgment, who was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, was covered in cold sweat, and a bloodstain was torn on his cheek by the flying tip of the gun: "Finir!"

"You're welcome." Finir, who was covered in armor, said in a sullen voice, and the sword edge that stabbed at the "corpse" was easily avoided by the opponent: "This is not his corpse, Sass, be careful around!"

The adjudication knight who was reminded by his companions nodded slightly, guarding the surroundings while blocking the attack of the "corpse" for the opponent from the side.

It was as if the suddenly life-giving "corpse" clenched the spear and swept forward out of thin air.

"clang--!"

The long spear that lost its tip was cut off by Finnier again. Sass, who clenched his fists, immediately seized the gap and jumped and turned around, smashing the heel of his right foot towards the only remaining The head of the neck and collarbone.

The headless corpse, which was obviously already a body of steel, made a sound of flesh and blood tearing, bones breaking and tendons breaking. Sass's right foot pierced the upper part of the entire torso, and did not stop until the end of the waist and crotch.

The torn body was spread left and right, and dark red blood spurted out like a geyser.

Pain flashed across the eyes of the two adjudication knights at the same time, and the "weakness" that had been abandoned long ago was still revealed after killing the corpse of their companions with their own hands.

And they finally believed in a guess that could not be confirmed before - Anson Bach, who has indeed been successfully upgraded, has the power to blaspheme mage.

The opponent's ability to hide is simply terrifying! They were almost certain that Ansen Bach never left, let alone escaped from the small basement in advance, but even now they hadn't noticed his breath, let alone a figure.

The only explanation is that the "reality" in the basement has been completely distorted by Anson Bach's domain laws, causing them to be unable to perceive each other's existence anyway.

But just as the power of conjurers to warp reality isn't really costless, it's effect is fair - the inability to detect Anson Bach's presence, in turn, means that Anson Bach will treat them as long as they're around. In other words, it "doesn't exist".

Since it does not exist, then Ansen Bach naturally cannot leave, which is equivalent to trapping the target in a small basement!

The knights of adjudication have been fighting against various spellcasters all the year round and have accumulated countless experiences. Elites like them know even more about the three major magics than many ordinary spellcasters-especially a large number of them are considered taboo by the Holy See. knowledge is a compulsory course for them.

Now that they have "see through" the trick on the other side, the two are no longer eager to defeat the "headless corpse" that is clearly in front of the flesh and blood, but can still stand up and continue to fight with them; the two ruling knights want to defeat the Blasphemer Mage. There is little chance of success, and their mission is to delay time and force each other to take the initiative to expose themselves, so as to gain opportunities for their peers.

Fenir, who was wielding a golden sword, suddenly stepped forward and pushed back the headless corpse's attack from the front, forcing the opponent to dodge to the right and rear. Sass, who was wielding an iron fist, immediately followed up and launched a storm-like offensive at the opponent.

Every straight punch, elbow strike, straight kick, whip leg... will leave a normal person's injury on the headless corpse that is enough to kill a normal person on the spot; even if it is really a piece of pure steel, it is now as if it has been smashed. .

But the headless corpse can still continue to fight, even if the head is kicked to pieces, the torso is opened, the blood in the body is drained, the arms are twisted into twists, and the thighs are kicked more than a centipede... Still no prevent it from continuing to fight.

This is also good, you can't push the opponent too hard, you must make the target always feel that he is in a state of ease, and there is no thought of breaking the net... The cost of catching and killing will not be too high.

That's right, everything is still within Lord Wuying's plan... The determined Sass once again punched the headless corpse's heart, and Finir's golden long sword had sealed the opponent's retreat. .

Either the torso was punched out by himself, or half of the body was burned to ashes; which is more suitable, Ansen Bach, who was hiding behind his back and manipulating the corpse, would definitely be able to...

"clang--!

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A harsh metal crash exploded in the smoke, and the cigarette at the corner of Francisco's mouth, who was standing above the basement, trembled slightly, and the ash scattered in the air.

Finir and Sass widened their eyes and cast a shocked look at the headless corpse in front of them.

Their attacks...whether they were fists or great swords, were blocked.

This, how can this happen? !

Even if his punches are blocked, Finir's sword can burn everything, so why...

The stunned two people froze in place, as if they had lost control of their bodies.

But the body did not stop.

"clang--!"

The unresponsive Finnier was the first to be attacked. Although he parried the incoming Broken Gun with his big sword, he was swept away in full armor like a sandbag, and smashed a nearly human-shaped dirt on the basement wall. pit.

Sass, whose child hole shrank suddenly, seized the opportunity, used the gap of the headless corpse's attack to dodge behind it, and hit a straight punch at the position of the shoulder blade.

No matter how impeccable it is, as long as the opponent still follows the logic of fighting with flesh and blood, then there must be a weakness in flesh and blood—even if it cannot be killed, it can temporarily lose its ability to fight.

But almost at the same time as he punched, the headless corpse suddenly turned around, and the broken spear in his hand stabbed straight into his left eye; the judgement knight, who was trying his best to dodge, raised his right arm almost instinctively to block, and then...

"puff--!"

The torn note of flesh and blood played ~www.novelbuddy.com~ The broken gun went straight through the arm infected by the "steel plague".

The face of Sass, whose eyes were sprayed with blood, was twisted to the limit. While holding back the pain, his left arm was clinging to the armpit of the other arm of the headless corpse, and his legs were wrapped around his waist—locking the opponent's body deadlock. .

"Finier, do it!"

"Yes--!"

The golden afterimage flashed through the thick fog, and the rushing Judgment Knight put down his armor and finally blocked the part of his vision.

The "Inextinguishable Spark" at this moment is full of power!

There is no evasion, no fancy, he wants to head-on and punch the sword through the opponent's torso to completely purify.

Then there was no accident...Finir, who closed his eyes and ran wildly, slammed into the broken gun that was raised horizontally. The incision penetrated from the breastplate and penetrated the lobes of the lungs; but in return, the big sword also penetrated the entire torso of the headless corpse. .

Of course, it also runs through the Sass that deadlocks it.

Looking at the purified headless corpse, there was a hint of relief on the face of the judgement knight who felt that the "steel plague" in his body began to subside.

Finnier, who was pierced by the broken gun through his lungs, fell to one knee on the ground, gasping for breath while looking around vigilantly, his expression obviously a little relaxed.

Although he failed to kill Anson Bach, he at least successfully completed the containment task, and solved a fatal crisis by the way... One-for-one, no loss.

But Francisco didn't.

He gently took off the cigarette **** at the corner of his mouth and threw it down, his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat showed a hint of coldness.

"I've seen through your tricks, Anson Bach."

Francisco said coldly, he appeared in the basement unknowingly, and someone's playful smile was reflected in the child's hole:

"Very unfortunate...it didn't work for me."