I Will Be The Crowned King

Inner City, 55 Bryman Street.

It was approaching noon, and Mrs. Bogner was preparing lunch as usual. The street across the window was full of crowded community militiamen, waving red and black Clovis flags and rifles and cheering excitedly. They could be heard shouting "Arrest the real murderer" and "Form a parliament".

There is also only one wall separated, but different rental houses are crowded with fully armed judges at this time. The dignified Cole Dorian, holding Lawrence's flint axe, pushed the door and walked to the Truth Seeking Priest. The center of the judges.

"Everyone, the current situation is exactly the same as Serra's crow's mouth said. The Order of Seeking Truth has become an outcast of the Tribunal." Cole said coldly:

"The opponent is Machia, the legendary apostle of curse magic. Without reinforcements, the odds of winning are basically zero—if nothing else happens, the opponent's territory has completely covered the entire city of Clovis. Those who have been fighting since the time of Captain Lawrence should clearly step into the What does the realm of a conjurer mean."

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No one answered, but the figures in the shadows nodded or expressed affirmation with their eyes.

"The laws of nature are completely distorted. Every breath of air and water you drink may be an enemy, and the bullets fired from the gun may not necessarily shoot at the enemy... especially the opponent is that Machia, who is said to be able to 'satisfy any The apostle of desire, the apostle who plays with people's hearts and seduces desire."

"Although I really don't want to say this, but at this moment in Clovis City, we are no different from making an enemy of a god."

"Please be prepared, this time...we are really going to hunt the gods."

He didn't deliberately exaggerate the despair of the situation, and he didn't use aggressive methods to stimulate the fighting spirit of his comrades - there was no need for that, and even if he did, it would be almost equivalent to insulting.

Cole Dorian knew better than anyone else that all the judges of the Order of Truth Seeking, including Sera Virgil, had the awareness of the coming of this day earlier than himself.

Slowly turning his gaze to the blank concrete wall, he seemed to be able to see Ansen Bach who was sitting in front of the fireplace with his eyes closed and feigning sleep.

With the help of the "supernatural ability", at this moment, all the pictures of the plants and trees in the entire inner city are reflected in his mind, trying to find Machia's figure.

Through experience in another timeline, Anson already knew that when he was using the "power", especially when he was still opening the domain simultaneously, he would be noticed by the spellcasters above the level of profane mages around him—the other party Not only can you be aware of your own "line of sight", but also produce obvious discomfort.

The purpose is also very clear: he wants to communicate face-to-face with the other party.

Judging from the behavior of the apostle who took the initiative to "show favor" at the door, the other party's purpose should be her, but not to kill herself—at least not immediately, otherwise the power of the apostle would have shrouded herself in her domain again. Inside, it was easier to kill than to breathe.

That being the case, it means that there is still room for negotiation; even if no win-win result can be reached at all, being able to know the other party's purpose is considered a success.

The apostles didn't bother to hide...or, to use William Gottfried's phrase, the only reason you can't communicate is because your methods are wrong.

Machia’s “rule” is wish. Judging from Christian’s description of the scene that happened at that time, at least two conditions must be met for “a wish to come true”: at least Machia’s permission must be obtained, and Machia’s permission must be obtained, and she must actively speak or not hide her wish.

This is actually a bit similar to my own "law of planning", which requires at least two steps to achieve results - even if Machia gives someone 10,000 wishes, if the other party still refuses to make a wish, her law will not take effect.

At the same time, there should be a limit on the number of wishes, and there may even be space and type restrictions; this is also similar to your own "planning" rule, even if all the preconditions are met, the decision to use the plan is still yours. In the hands, after all, for a conjurer, the body is just a shell, and the domain is the body.

The other party was the apartment that he left about fifteen minutes ago. If he counted the time, he should still be in a nearby street, at least he shouldn't have left the inner city; but no matter how hard Anson searched, he still couldn't find the other party.

He planned to take a gamble and take the initiative to make a wish to Machia!

According to Christian's description, I sketched the general appearance in my heart, and cleared my throat slightly:

"I... want to know the exact location of Machia, the apostle of curse magic."

Snapped-

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a crisp finger snapping sound in my ears.

Suddenly, my mind suddenly went black, and all the pictures disappeared.

This... An Sen's heartstrings tensed suddenly, and he repeatedly confirmed that he had indeed activated his "power". The power itself hadn't lost contact, but he couldn't see anything!

"Interesting, he is a person who has traveled through time." An extremely immature voice said abruptly: "No wonder Luen is interested in you, so...huh?"

"...wait a minute, is that you?"

The voice sounded very surprised, and Anson, who quickly calmed down, took a deep breath: "Excuse me, do you know me?"

"August's follower, who participated in the trial with him... Oh, God, this is really interesting, I actually have an impression of you?" The voice became more and more excited:

"The timeline was changed, and it even had a direct effect on me... Interesting, I wanted to tell that old **** Joglin about it right away, he must have had a great look on his face!"

Joglin, is that apostle of curse magic whose law is "existence"... Anson thought to himself.

In the past, he would not have dared to think about anything in this situation, but after mastering the domain proficiently, he was able to protect his consciousness within the domain, preventing his deep consciousness from being read.

Feeling that there was no obvious malice in the other party's tone, and there was even a tendency to actively communicate, Anson decisively chose to follow up: "Sorry, may I..."

"Makiya." The voice interrupted him directly: "Don't pretend that you don't know other people's names, and don't pretend that you don't know how to call an apostle, it's impolite—especially for you who have visited Boridim Word."

"Sorry, sorry."

Anson immediately said, "So...you guessed from the beginning that I would take the initiative to contact you?"

He purposely spoke very eloquently, trying to dig out more information about the other party: the so-called wish can be fulfilled, does it have to be approved by Machia in advance, or anyone in his domain can do it, if the wish can be fulfilled If people don't know in advance, will it still have an effect?

Machia's voice was silent for a while, and then he smiled inexplicably:

"If I hadn't been 100% sure that she was dead, what I said just now... would really make me think that the person I was negotiating with was August."

"This is a kind reminder, Anson, not everyone is used to August's humor. If you speak in his tone, you must at least have the same strength as him."

"Testing... To some guys, it may be equivalent to provocation."

"..." The expressionless Anson closed his eyes tightly, and twitched his throat forcefully.

"But I'm in a good mood today, so it's okay to tell you; that's right, the reason why I came here is that I hope you can take the initiative to contact me. It's an open-book question. After all, if you still don't make a wish, I can't do anything." Machia's voice Sounds very pleasant:

"As for why you did this, of course it's because of your special relationship with Luen, but now I know the answer: not only can you travel through the timeline, but it can even interfere with the existence of the timeline... Anson, I'm getting more and more interested in you .”

She always only called her own name, that is to say, she knew that she was a blasphemy mage? Anson understood, and continued to speak: "I want to know the purpose of your coming to Clovis City, if you can really reveal it."

"No, you want to know why the Holy See suddenly targeted Clovis like this, how many people are ambushing in the city at this moment, who is assisting them, and the next action." Machia smiled more and more:

"Besides, you also want to know why I know what you are thinking at this moment, and whether there is a flaw left by making a wish to me... It seems that August has really had a profound impact on you. It makes me want to meet Lu En and see if he has become like this."

Anson suddenly hesitated to speak.

"As a reward for answering the question correctly, I... grant your wish."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Anson's fingers snapped again: "The mastermind of your assassination is the Empire and the Holy See... I don't know the details, but I think you should have already guessed that it is close; why would the Holy See Suddenly starting to target Clovis? You might as well ask a man named Luther Franz how he managed to prevent the power of the Holy See from penetrating the city for decades."

"As for the specific details, I don't care, but one day, a certain **** from the Holy See came to the door and said in a disgusting tone..."

"Run has returned to the land of the past, Clovis City is yours now."

The vivid imitation of the other party made a figure instantly appear in Anson's mind:

Maurice Perigord.

"Those of us have made a clear agreement with the Holy See and will not interfere with each other easily, but this time the Holy See has actually put the entire city of Clovis under my name; from now on, I can be here Do whatever I want."

Machia's voice sounded very pleasant: "I know what you are thinking, do the apostles also need to act according to the will of the Holy See?"

"Yes... and no, Rune has always been very contemptuous of the Holy See, but I suggest that you better not underestimate them... Although the things they inherited are only fragmentary, they are enough to defend the order they created."

She seems to be really interested in me, and has been tempting me to be curious about the Holy See, trying to fight against the power of the Empire and the Holy See that penetrated into Clovis City?

Anson thought for a moment, and decided to abandon this topic and start with other questions; the temptation just now had completely failed, and his own cover-up was useless at all, so he might as well ask more sincerely for other useful information.

The tone of the other party sounds very kind, but it cannot conceal the fact that the two sides are actually enemies... I am too passive in my current situation, and almost all actions are within Machia's expectations.

"Dear Machiya, I would like to know what a conjurer should do if he wants to be promoted to become an apostle?"

This is also an endless and confusing problem, but it can be explained in many ways: I know the strength of the enemy, and I hope to obtain a stronger force to fight against, and I know that the enemy is temporarily unable to fight, so I choose to temporarily Dodge and seek breakthroughs from forces other than the secular world.

Although there hasn't been much communication since just now, Anson vaguely sensed that the other party seemed to be happy to expose others, or spy on others' true thoughts.

So, what would happen to her if others were really sincere and no longer concealed?

This time Machiya was silent for a while, and the patient Anson still closed his eyes and rested his mind, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

After nearly two minutes, he finally spoke:

"You... have to accept yourself completely."

"The real enemy of all conjurers is not others, but themselves; after becoming 'Tutor', they often think that they are omnipotent because of the growth of power, the formation of domains and laws."

"But that's not true, or it's a misunderstanding because you haven't confronted the laws of nature in the past; your laws... are childish and fragile in front of the world~www.readwn.com~ It's simply vulnerable, your so-called power, but A parody of the laws of nature, a false and meaningless existence."

"Every 'conjurer' will realize this after he has fully mastered his own laws. It may take a hundred years or a thousand years until he fully recognizes the reality; once tried to put his own laws above the world, Became a whole new rule, and finally...hehehehe..."

"In the final analysis, it is caused by too superficial understanding of oneself; childishness...is the greatest enemy of a conjurer." Machia's voice gradually joked:

"If you want to re-enact the law, you must first turn yourself into a 'law'... The so-called existence that is above everything and transcends the world is just a misunderstanding of the true god's "controlling destiny" by fools."

An Sen's eyes lit up slightly, and he vaguely figured out something, so he immediately asked the last question:

"Dear Machia, may I ask if you are also in the plan of the Holy See?"

"No, but my domain has completely covered the entire city of Clovis, and at the same time, all the people of the Holy See and the Empire can obtain the information they want to know from me anytime and anywhere." Machia's voice became a little more serious :

"Just as I will not hide it from you, they are the same; not only that, but I also made a promise to the Holy See: If I see Ansen Bach, then I will kill him."

"So... don't let me see you, Anson."