MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 31 ceremony

Midnight, no moon.

The yawning Lisa sat cross-legged on the dirt wall outside the tent, trying very hard to open her eyes, her right hand in her arms was holding the canned meat that Anson gave her without any slack.

According to the agreement between the two, if Lisa can hold on for one night without mentioning it to others, she will get another bag of canned meat.

After confirming again and again that there was no one other than Lisa outside the tent, Anson finally breathed a sigh of relief, and officially began to prepare for the ceremony.

Although he was in a hurry, and it was very unsafe in the crowded military camp, he really couldn't wait any longer - the old gods in Thundercastle could start at any time, and Ludwig had already been forced To the Jedi... the battle will start at any time.

Even if there is a risk of exposure, he must bet once.

Lying on the open space that was finally sorted out, An Sen, holding a chalk, meticulously painted the six-pointed star formation on the ground.

It is not easy to draw a circle that can stand on the size of a person. At least it is much more difficult than it looks. A little carelessness may cause the drawing to be crooked or a little more or less. In addition, you must be vigilant at any time and place outside the tent. The movement made the originally easy work go on for a full thirty minutes.

After drawing with chalk, Anson used a sharp stone to carve on the traces he had drawn, and then carefully opened his palm with a bayonet knife to make sure that after the bandage was done, the blood that was squeezed out dripped onto the scratches on the stone. In... and tossed for nearly thirty minutes.

Although the "Black Mage" mentioned that as long as you can roughly see the shape of the hexagram, it doesn't require special neatness, and there is no need for blood sacrifices; but An Sen, who was doing this kind of thing for the first time, decided to keep everything stable. .

After completely completing the six-pointed star formation, An Sen took a deep breath to confirm the situation outside the tent again, and then slowly knelt down in the center of the formation, his hands hanging by his side.

Along with the memory of "not belonging to me" in his mind began to emerge; Anson, who spoke in a low voice, recited a note that he did not know at all, and did not even belong to any kind of language:

"I hereby swear;

I will cut off all the shackles of bondage, and hold my destiny in my hands..."

Closing his eyes, Anson, who was anxious in his heart, began to wait for what was about to happen next.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Ugh? Seems like nothing special happened...

"Boom!!!!"

An indescribable loud noise suddenly exploded in his mind.

Almost at the same moment, the relaxed body began to twitch and spasm uncontrollably; the muscles in the limbs and neck were tensed as if being pulled by chains, An Sen who involuntarily raised his head suddenly opened his eyes, and the tense face became very terrifying. And the ferocious, trembling white eyes were eroded by bloodshots little by little.

The originally absolutely lucid and rational consciousness fell into confusion in the "loud" sound, sinking bit by bit, as if it was about to be completely stripped, and gradually lost the control and touch of the body.

He felt that he was rising.

No, it's more like "falling".

As if losing the "anchor" that was dragged to the ground, he fell toward the endless dome.

Strange screams, heart-piercing shouts and roars filled with anger kept ringing in his ears... They turned into a violent hurricane, constantly tearing at his "body" around him.

There was finally a trace of panic in his "chaotic" consciousness... He was still falling, and he was still "falling" toward the "bottomless" dome.

He fell deeper and deeper, until the hoarse and strange echoes in his ears disappeared, and the surrounding air became thinner and thinner. The originally instinctive breathing became more and more difficult.

But as the fall continued, this "suffocation" also turned into a subtle touch, even faintly comfortable.

An Sen, who seemed to be completely relaxed, opened his eyes, and what greeted him was an endless sea of ​​fog, an endless hazy sea of ​​fog.

Freed from the bondage, the uncontrolled "self" is about to fall into the sea of ​​fog; he doesn't even think there is anything wrong with continuing to fall like this, it doesn't look like it at all...

"Boom!!!!"

There was a loud noise without warning, and the sea of ​​fog burned in the explosion.

The next second, the raging fire seemed to have life, and in An Sen's terrified eyes, countless flames gathered, rushing towards him from all directions!

The thin figure was swallowed up in an instant, and he had clearly been freed from the restraints of his body, but at this moment he could clearly feel the pain of being eroded by the flames - the indescribable pain, trembling and pain beyond the heat!

His hair was ashes, the flesh on the surface was dissolved little by little, the blood was evaporated, the bones turned the color of coke, twisted and shattered in the burning flame, and disappeared without a trace.

Only one heart remains.

A heart of a six-pointed star array that was branded with a slight burn.

Through the burning sea of ​​fog, falling down.

This time it's a real fall!

"Boom!"

At the moment of the loud noise, the falling consciousness was bound by the chain again, and the consciousness was pulled back to the body abruptly.

The tense body suddenly lost its restraint, and An Sen, with his eyes closed, fell on his head in the hexagram circle he drew.

As if he woke up suddenly, his body was covered in cold sweat, and his free chest was breathing in the air mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

Hahaha……

There were continuous bursts of tingling pain in the head and chest. An Sen, who was desperately restraining the desire to vomit, almost tried his best to open his eyes.

It was still a dark and cramped tent, and it was still cold and hard soil; it was just that the six-pointed star array that he had originally drawn had disappeared without a trace.

Resisting the pain, Anson struggled to turn sideways and took out his brass pocket watch from his jacket pocket; he originally thought it was broken, but after communicating with the young knight, he realized that it was going to be worn after a long time. Clockwork.

He still remembers the regretful expression that the other party handed his pocket watch to him after he helped him wind up by candlelight-the sigh was definitely not for himself, but for some unworthy watchmaker.

Gently pressing the switch, the opened copper cover revealed a dial full of scratches; the short hand of "four" was successfully reached, and there was only a short distance from "five".

"Five hours, why doesn't it feel like a minute?"

After he gradually calmed down his breathing~www.novelbuddy.com~ An Sen sat up from the ground and looked at his hands and feet. Except for a faint burning sensation in the heart of his chest, there was no special change.

After a few more minutes, even the faint burning sensation gradually subsided, and there was nothing left.

Uh... So am I a success or a failure?

Anson suddenly realized a very serious problem - he didn't have any means to confirm his success!

No, it seems there is!

Agitated, Anson took out the "History Professor Mace Hornard" from his jacket pocket—that is, the letter sent to him by the Black Mage.

Carefully opening the letterhead, An Sen directly skipped the contents above and carefully observed every detail and location of the letter.

This is a letter that looks very ordinary and has nothing special; but if it is so, the other party will not take the risk specially, and he must make sure that he will receive it.

So there must be something wrong with it, and it will only become "problematic" under the premise that the person receiving the letter is me.

After carefully examining it several times, after confirming that there were indeed no interlayers or light-colored fonts with hidden ink, An Sen, who was silent for a moment, placed the letter on his side, and slightly opened the gauze wrapped around his palm.

For some reason, his wounds had basically healed in just a few hours, forcing Anson to make another small opening on his fingertips and drip blood on the letter paper.

"Snapped!"

The smooth letter paper instantly absorbed the dripping blood without a trace, not even the slightest mark.

The next second, a line of elegant handwriting appeared at the end of the letter:

[My dear friends, may the ancient old **** bless you on this moonless night. 】