I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 483 what are you waiting for

The expressionless Francisco's calm words were mixed with a bit of undetectable anger, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Finnier, who was kneeling on one knee, his chest already pierced by a broken gun.

It seems that the three adjudication knights fell into the trap of blaspheming the mage. In the end, they finally defeated the monsters created by the opponent and freed their comrades... In fact, the comrades they "thought" were killed at first were not dead at all!

The "scream" deliberately released by Anson Bach was actually the roar of his companion's corpse, and he rushed towards "Ansen Bach", which was formed of smoke, like a madman.

That's right, the "companion corpses" encountered by the other two adjudication knights were also created by Anson's manipulation of smoke, so no matter how they were beaten, it would not affect it to continue fighting; the three people separated by the smoke were essentially Continuously output to the air, and even a few times, if they turned back a little and made more progress, they could see their self-dead companions still standing there alive, fighting wits and bravery with their own corpses.

...a kind of conjuration with a low lower limit and a high upper limit, but a spellcaster like Anson Bach who can manipulate smoke with unparalleled precision and nuance that Francisco has met for the first time...he is now almost certain, The other party is indeed a Blasphemy Mage, and it has not been long.

The reason is also very simple: the mental power of ordinary conjurers is simply not enough to support such a high-intensity effect, and the blasphemous mages who really master the laws of the domain simply disdain this kind of parody of the laws and domains.

Well, Anson Bach has successfully upgraded, but at the same time, he has not really mastered his own laws. He is still following his previous habit, using the domain as a spell casting range, and seeing the laws as a "magic enhancer". It is not difficult to understand.

"You look very confident, Your Excellency Francisco."

Still sitting in the chair motionless, An Sen said, "Oh, and with a smile, he looked at the uninvited ruling knight who directly dismantled his arrangement: "It's good, I don't have the confidence you have."

While speaking, he raised his hand to support the gold-rimmed monocle on his face—the real anonymous glasses he gave to Louis for running away, it was made by distorting the reality of the realm—the calm face was full of storms inside.

Obviously this is the first time I have encountered this, but the judgement knight named Francisco Los Napomuchino is already about to see through himself; if he hadn't imitated the mind-reading technique of Mentor Lawrence to know his shallow thoughts, he would be afraid. Not fallen into the pit.

As he said, his understanding of the law is still at a very superficial level... Although you can use the "planning law" to distort reality, you can't really do whatever you want.

Anonymous glasses? Could...but the result is conjuring an anonymous spectacle instead of having the effect of having it; black magic? No problem, but it can only read the mind at a shallow level, and there are many restrictions. Only by sitting here motionless like this can maintain the maximum effect, because the deepest impression of the teacher in my mind is this...

"Speaking of which, there is only one thing that really puzzles me." Francisco suddenly said, "Why be merciful and waste time?"

"Obviously, as long as you move your fingers, the judgement knights other than me can't live for thirty seconds at the moment of encounter... But you didn't do it, and even deliberately pretended to be invincible. Why?"

"Procrastinate? Show the enemy's weakness? Or..."

"Why ask me." An Sen interrupted with a chuckle, and glanced at the other party provocatively: "Wouldn't it be better to find the answer by yourself?"

Francisco nodded slightly, his eyes gradually becoming serious:

"It makes sense."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in place, and An Sen, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, didn't even have time to change his expression when a gunshot came from under the back of his neck.

"boom-!"

There was no room for reaction, the lead bullet penetrated directly from the back of the neck into the cranial cavity, blasting the flesh and bone between the eyebrows, and the blood mist sprayed out, freezing the smile on his face forever.

But as long as you carefully observe it, it is not difficult to find that all the blood plasma and bones turned into a white eye after flying half a meter away from the body.

Spell magic.

Originally, it was a life-saving magic that could only be used once, but it was actually a variant of the Mist of the Undead, and it was very easy for the current Anson.

There are even advanced counter-attacks... An Sen, whose half of his head was blown into smoke, stood up decisively, wiped his radiant right hand from the wound on his face, turned around abruptly, and stabbed the figure behind him.

Spell magic.

A wound that runs through the skull... As long as it sticks to the opponent, even non-lethal parts can restrict the opponent's movement!

But Anson miscalculated.

Francisco's figure has disappeared from his back, and the sharp blade pierced from the side for no reason has passed through the smoke of the head wound, stabbing straight from the neck to the torso.

Almost at the same time, Fenir, who had fallen to the ground, had removed his blindfold and attacked with a pale golden two-handed sword—he was caught between two buns.

"Clang-!"

The screeching lead bullet made a harsh sound on the body of the big sword, and Finnier, who was forced to stop, stared at the muzzle of the gun and pointed at his figure: "Mr. Francisco?!"

"Get out!"

"But…"

Before he could refute, he suddenly realized that the smoke in the basement seemed to be lit, gradually turning from black and gray to golden red.

Wait, ignite? !

"Boom-!!"

Spell magic.

The boiling flames instantly swept all the space in the field of vision, and the flowing smoke became the best thing for you to talk about, turning the smoky basement into a sea of ​​fire again.

Even if he has become a Blasphemer Mage, Anson is still most skilled in using the spells he has used in the past until he completely masters the laws—according to Talia, the process in the middle will take at least nearly a hundred years.

The flames burned out, and Francisco, with a gloomy face, was already standing above the basement. Finier, who had taken off his full armor, was lying in the rubble next to him with the penetrating wound on his chest, dying.

In the empty basement, only the charred armor was left, and Anson with a dignified expression - he finally understood where the other party's confidence came from.

Francisco... The power of his bloodline is very simple, literally acceleration; an action that takes ten seconds to complete can be compressed within one second, or even one-tenth, one-hundredth of a second... simple and direct.

However, such a "simple and direct" ability is an almost unsolvable trouble for his plan.

That's right, the purpose of procrastination is nothing more than two, to buy time for your companions or to collect information. In your situation, it can only be the latter, and my ability is of no value to collect... Looking at Anson Bach with a serious face , Francisco sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Anson couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

His "planning rule" is that only by constantly collecting information can he "achieve the plan" and improve the effect of the domain. The ability of the ruling knight in front of him is so simple that there is no information to collect at all, but the influence of his domain on him is suppressed to almost non-existent. .

At the moment when he "wandered", Francisco's figure disappeared again, and the trigger sound of the revolver came from his ear at the same time - this time it was the heart! ,

"boom-!"

The spewing gun flames penetrated Anson's torso from the side, but the same as before, the injured part turned into smoke and was not damaged.

The sneering Francisco did not stop, and continued to attack with a revolver that was slower than himself. Every time the angle was extremely tricky, the target was never far from the head and heart.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-!"

The armpit, cranial top, lumbar spine, throat... The uninterrupted attack even gave Anson the illusion of "is the other side's bullets infinite" in the movie.

Aware of the anomaly, he directly narrowed the scope of his "insight" ability from the entire Red Hand Bay to the surrounding ruins of the parliament, and at the same time turned on "mind reading"; in an instant, Anson Bach, who had been torn apart by lead bullets, had his entire body torn apart. , once again showing a playful smile that resembles Mentor Lawrence.

The next second, a sentence suddenly popped into Anson's mind: "Then... yes."

Um? !

Astonishment flashed from the corner of Anson's eyes, and he noticed that Francisco's figure suddenly appeared in front of him; without any warning, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his eyebrows, and then...

"Click."

The sound of the magazine idling sounded, and the expressions of the two of them froze at the same time.

This...a great opportunity!

Anson woke up suddenly, if he seized this opportunity to directly cover the opponent's body, this difficult knight of judgment would be dead!

Without any hesitation or hesitation, the right hand that snapped his fingers when he was used to casting spells had already lit up, leaving the shadow of death on Francisco's gloomy face, and he gently broke it with a "crack!"

"Boom!"

The golden-red light beam penetrated the entire basement, directly blowing down the earth wall directly opposite, revealing the fault of the rammed earth behind the ruins.

At the moment of the explosion, Francisco's figure flashed to Anson's figure again, and his indifferent cheeks forcibly endured a trace of astonishment.

An Sen, who turned around almost at the same time, took out the misty pipe from his arms, and unhurriedly spit out billowing smoke to cover the surroundings.

"Again... what is he waiting for?!"

Seeing through his thoughts again, Anson's face as usual was much calmer than before; the other party had been waiting for the time to release the peace. For him who could not crack the domain of the Blasphemy Mage, it was the only chance that could pose a fatal threat to him.

As for the opponent's special bloodline power, he currently has almost no means to effectively capture him... This kind of asymmetrical battle should be avoided in most cases, at least by someone who is good at large-area damage. Freya restricts his range of movement.

Anson suddenly had a bold idea. At the same time, he pulled out the Inquisitor's revolver from behind and aimed it at Francisco, going crazy for six companies.

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

The rubbed lead bomb exploded with golden red fire in the basement... For Francisco, who can move at an accelerated rate, there is no concept of "card position", but it can be restricted by the movement space, so that he cannot easily get out of the basement leave within.

The two remaining judgement knights outside have left with the injured Finir, and only Francisco is still "containing" Anson.

An Sen, who was still thinking about it, glanced outside the basement, and almost at the same time, a voice resounded in his mind again, but compared to before, it was no longer a clear and complete short sentence, but a chaotic noise.

He had already realized that he was being read by his mind, and was trying to hide his thoughts in a deeper level of consciousness... An Sen, who found nothing, slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

In this second, he, who was still attacking frantically just now, suddenly put down the revolver in his hand and leaned against the wall behind him and looked towards the opposite side.

Francisco, who noticed the abnormality, also stopped moving, maintaining a half-squat position to confront Anson. His still clean hair and chest that showed no signs of heaving seemed to indicate that the battle just now did not consume him too much.

During the brief confrontation, the two looked at each other, as if they were trying to expect something from each other's subtle anomalies.

At this moment, Anson suddenly made a move that the Judgement Knight could never imagine.

"Snapped!"

Leaving the revolver on the ground, Anson, who was smiling, slowly raised his hands... over his head.

"You, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Surrender." Looking at Francisco, who was stunned, Anson raised the corner of his mouth: "Why, Lord Knight of the Knights of Judgment, have you ever met a surrendered Old God faction?"

"...This is your first time."

Francesco, who frowned, said coldly, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

Is he testing me?

No, there is no need for the blasphemous mage to test a judgement knight. The other party is not the type that is easily kidnapped by the emotions of the Iser elf. Judging from the information he has, he is an extremely rational person... The smoke and the masking aura are both. In order to hide the possibility of being investigated, then in the end he... eh? !

With a normal expression, Francisco's cheeks trembled slightly - a large shadow suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

This is... a heart of compassion? !

Stunned, he glanced at the figure opposite from the corner of his eyes, and the playful smile on his face suddenly thickened.

In the next second, a strong magical aura suddenly erupted in the silent air; no matter how rich his experience was, Francisco, who had been "showed weak" by Anson before, still felt dark in front of his eyes, and his trembling body suddenly felt like he was on his knees. impulse.

This is absolute coercion, the coercion of higher beings against lower ones!

He... he meant to... The stiff Francisco pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could get rid of the pressure, he felt that the things around him seemed to be lighter...

Do not! It's not getting lighter, it's gravity... the gravity of the ground is... reversing!

"That's right, it's the first time... so you shouldn't have waited for me." Anson smiled playfully:

"I'm waiting for the chance to kill with one hit, what are you waiting for?"

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