MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 47 come right

The spiral staircase leading to the main hall is very narrow and dark; every time he steps down, Anson feels the risk of slipping and falling.

But for him at this moment, this kind of "risk" that he can really feel is incomparably down-to-earth.

Holding the Leopold rifle that had already been loaded and loaded in both hands, Anson tried his best to restrain his fear, and there was still a slight burning pain in his heart.

And as he got closer to the main hall on the ground floor, the burning pain became clearer and stronger.

That feeling... It's like my instinct is warning, preventing myself from going deeper.

There is nothing to worry about. Since the "Black Mage" can safely give this task to a newcomer, it proves that the matter itself is not difficult, but the impact will be very bad once exposed.

What I have to deal with is just an old **** sect colluding with the church, the commander of the player's empire defender Kroger Bernard; considering that the other party will definitely try to keep it secret, so there will be no more than ten people below at best; even if it can't be beaten , there is always time to escape...

Constantly comforting himself, Anson took a deep breath and landed his right foot on the last floor of the spiral staircase.

In front of him is the last door leading to the main hall.

Anson, holding his breath, hid behind the wall and slowly opened the door with the **** of his gun.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The moment he stepped into the main hall, an indescribable scream hit his mind.

The tense nerves made Ansen startled, and his trembling pupils suddenly shrank.

What came into view was an indescribable scarlet.

"Oh, are you finally willing to come out?"

The deep and extremely hoarse voice made An Sen, who had just started walking, froze all over.

A figure resembling Louis Bernard was standing at the end of the dimly lit Zhu Ting, pulling out his saber from the side of the corpse's neck.

The corpse that was still twitching, constantly sprayed with dark red liquid, was thrown between the scattered bones by the figure.

The deadly main hall was completely empty.

Nothing... except the smashed, mutilated, disembodied, hanging from the ceiling, beached on the wall, still twitching and spewing blood with torn muscles; The floors and walls are full of sticky, thick, airy, bubbly weird liquids...

Um, nothing.

Feeling the faster and faster heartbeat and burning pain, Anson hardly knew what he was relying on to stay sane at the moment!

An overly lucid consciousness allowed him to observe the surroundings in addition to his fear.

The entire main hall was covered with soldiers from the Empire, some in Clovis uniforms, and some in black robes, completely unable to determine their identities... The only thing they have in common is that they are all dead.

Fear and despair solidified in every complete or incomplete face soaked in blood plasma, cold and stiff face, and bulging, godless eyes.

"You're late, of course... you can also say it's just right."

The moment the other party spoke, Anson, who felt the sticky floor, stopped stiffly.

It was clearly his back in front of him, but he felt that he was being watched by the other party.

"Under this dilapidated castle, there is a blood mage corpse of extraordinary significance buried hundreds of years ago."

Baojian's sharp-edged voice echoed in An Sen's ears:

"Every blood mage spends his life searching for a body that transcends this fragile mortal body; powerful strength, agile mind, immunity to disease, and even no longer human."

"And some of them believe that there is unimaginable power in their blood, and they have spent generations or even dozens of generations trying to find the way to immortality."

"And this corpse...and even the former owner of this castle is one of them."

"There is no doubt that he failed, but he still made a small group of blood mages who discovered this document ecstatic, thinking that as long as he got this corpse, he could continue his research according to the records in the document... Hehe."

"So they took advantage of the war between the empire and Clovis, and let a group of people infiltrate here before the war broke out; with the help of the power of the empire, they captured Thunder Castle and got what they wanted."

"The price is to help the Empire end this war."

"But now they're all dead, and the Clovis is about to take back the castle."

Kroger Bernard, who spoke so eloquently, held the extremely ferocious blood-stained sword with one hand, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

Pressing the fearful Anson in his heart, he looked at his back with a stiff expression:

"why?"

"Why? Because..." Kroger, after a pause, suddenly raised his head slightly, as if thinking:

"It's in our best interest."

He said "we".

Well, it should be referring to me and him...

…Bar?

With his throat twitching, Anson raised the muzzle of the rifle slightly upwards.

"Of course, you are the more important reason." Kroger suddenly changed the subject, and his head twitched unnaturally:

"To Kroger Bernard...I...for me, Louis Bernard, my lovely brother, is an irreplaceable existence!"

"So when I mistakenly thought that he was sacrificed, I decided not to deal with it anymore, and really joined forces with those guys who lured me to become a blood mage in order to take advantage of me; blood sacrifices again and again awakened the corpse that should have rotted long ago."

"A corpse that can continuously gain strength from blood and multiply."

"Pfft!"

The blade that ripped apart the great sword fell again, like the sound of the squeezed and twitching plasma pumping after the flesh was torn, reverberating in Anson's ears over and over again.

"But...Louis...my dear brother, is still alive."

"So I changed my mind."

"For the great name of Bernard, Kroger Bernard, who once represented a bright future but was used and controlled by the Old Gods, has become a burden; The easier it is to reveal your identity.”

Anson, who was holding the trigger of his rifle, stared at the opponent's back, and stretched his right hand to the grenade behind him.

The last one left.

"For Kroger Bernard...I, the name Bernard means everything; compared with this great and ancient surname, all personal honor and disgrace, even life and death, are insignificant."

"In order for Bernard's glory not to be tarnished, to cover up some mistakes, and to make this war end as soon as possible; Kroger Bernard, will be the hero... and victim of this war."

In a low voice like the echo of the abyss, Kroger Bernard slowly turned around and cast his blood-red crazy eyes:

"And I... will usher in eternal life!"

Um? !

The nervous Anson~www.novelbuddy.com~ instantly went blank!

On the body that was soaked in blood, the viscous liquid all over the body seemed to be countless "living things", slowly and disorderly squirming on Kroger, from the neck, chest and every exposed In the skin, drilled into his body.

The slightly trembling pupils moved up slowly, and the position that originally belonged to the face was divided into two parts - the left side was still a handsome face that resembled Louis, and the right side was completely rotten, with only a thin layer of rotting flesh left.

"Excuse me……"

With an uncontrollable expression, Anson clenched his grenade tightly and said with a "smile", "Now you are Kroger Bernard, and..."

"...Or the blood mage who has been dead for hundreds of years?"

A smile appeared on Kroger's face, and the squirming viscous liquid overflowed from the corner of his rotten right mouth: "Oh... you should really listen to me, Anson Bach."

"As I said, it's in our best interest."

Kroger, who was staring at Anson with blood-red eyes, walked towards Anson, dragging the tearing greatsword that was stuck with countless flesh and blood, as if it had come to life.

"I also said that you came too late."

"Kroger Bernard has swallowed the blood mage's corpse and gained the power of infinitely increasing flesh and blood; but the flesh and blood of these scums alone is far from enough to give me a new life."

"Coincidentally, Anson Bach, you... seem to be a gifted person with the power of blood?"

Hearing this answer, An Sen's pupils shrank again.

The slow-paced "Kroger" showed a creepy grin on his rotten right face:

"So... you came just in time."