I Will Be The Crowned King

"be prepared."

August's voice sounded behind him, and became more serious: "There is only one chance, and I am not sure when the apostles will notice your presence."

"If the ceremony fails, not only will all the evolutionaries who arrive at the court of flesh and blood will remove us quickly, but the uncontrolled blood sacrifice will also completely swallow your consciousness, leaving behind a constantly mutated flesh and blood."

"As for what happens when the apostles find out... Well, we still hope this kind of thing doesn't happen; for now, use a more comfortable movement to bring your most skilled hands to the ground, but don't get down."

Taking a deep breath, An Sen slowly stood up from the sofa, knelt down on one knee as requested by the other party, pressed his right knee with his left hand, and propped up his fingers on the floor with his right hand.

Perhaps because of the influence of the law, just such a simple action made Ansen feel a little restless, and he could not wait to immediately rush to a flesh and blood body and tear the other party into pieces to relieve his inner desire.

The dark red killing intent filled An Sen's field of vision. The teeth-clenching movements that were originally just to keep calm became more and more hideous, and saliva kept overflowing from the gaps between his teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"Draw a pattern of overlapping hexagrams and primordial rings on the ground in any way, it doesn't need to be perfect, but make sure your eyes can recognize exactly what it means, or be able to suggest it - this Very important!"

The persuasive August tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but An Sen, who was fully integrated into the flesh and blood court at this moment, could sense the growing killing intent in him even if he didn't look back.

"puff!"

An Sen, who was gradually unable to keep his calm, only thought for less than half a second, and directly opened the five fingers of his right hand with a bayonet; a few minutes later, there was a solidified dark red hexagram and the original ring under him.

"The next step is the most critical link, you need to sacrifice to the object of your belief; traditionally, the sacrifice object of the blood mage is the master of blood magic, Pluto, but you are not a blood mage, and what you need is not A stronger mutant force."

"Therefore, the object you need to sacrifice is yourself - we need to obtain the power of the apostles through rituals, but only you can send you back to your original time and space."

August's speech was getting faster and faster: "So you have to think back, what exactly made you travel through time and space?"

What made me travel through time and space?

An Sen stared dully at the blood clotted and the translucent crystal bottom plate, his face reflected on the floor, and the pair of scarlet pupils embedded in his cheeks.

It was like a person who had lost his memory, suddenly touched a scene that was once very impressive, and countless flashbacks flashed through his mind as quickly as the old film of a movie.

"Okay, it seems..." He opened his mouth in confusion, An Sen tried to recall and whispered: "It seems to be a dream, a very real, very long dream."

"In that case, my dear Anson, then you should rest."

Auguste replied with a little teasing: "It happens that I know a set of spells that are very suitable for hypnosis."

"It's not complicated at all, it's very easy to get started, the only key is to pay full attention, don't mix any distractions, and at the same time remember the pictures that have appeared in your dreams as much as possible, and remember them firmly!"

"Now, read after me: me."

"... um, me."

"Anson Bach."

"Anson...Bach..."

"To the supreme being, the master to whom I serve with all my heart, Arsen Bach - myself, sacrifice!"

"To the supreme...being...the master I serve wholeheartedly, Ansen Bach, myself...sacrifice..."

"My flesh, my soul, my faith!"

"My flesh...soul...faith..."

"Listen to my plea, and open your arms to your followers."

"Listen to my plea...open your arms to your followers... hug..."

"Show miracles in a vulgar world!"

"Showing... miracles in a world of vulgar..."

The moment he uttered the last prayer, An Sen, who was already shrouded in fatigue, saw the blood on the ground suddenly start to glow, glow.

Bright red, as if burning fire, gushed out from the ground, and was getting brighter and brighter, enveloping him little by little.

The overwhelmed Anson suddenly fell into confusion. The "domain" that was integrated with the flesh and blood court made him seem to have lost the ability to think, and could only make some very basic reactions.

Just when he's confused, feels like what to do but doesn't know what to do...

boom--

In the empty palace, dozens of killing intent suddenly rushed towards him from all directions!

And it was naked-naked-naked, undisguised killing intent!

An Sen, who was originally shrouded in fatigue, was instantly awake, with a beast-like expression on his hideous face, and he looked around vigilantly.

"Don't be distracted by them!" August's voice sounded again:

"Continue with the ceremony, the rest... leave it to me!"

Um? !

The familiar words shocked An Sen, and the dream that had just been awakened by the killing intent reappeared.

But……

"Crack! Slap—!"

Two huge tentacles suddenly burst from the ground on the left and right, and just as they were about to smash An Sen into pieces, they suddenly turned black, festering like rotten flesh.

Almost at the same time, dark red blood plasma exuding a corrosive aura appeared in his field of vision; some condensed into torrents, and some dispersed into splashing waves, rushing and roaring from all directions.

But compared to the tentacles just now, this time it disappeared even faster; before they got close, hundreds of tentacles that suddenly protruded from the ground had already sucked up the blood plasma, and then quickly corroded away, turning countless flesh and blood into Ashes floating in the air.

This is far from over... The next second, crazy, terrifying, indescribable patterns and babble began to pour into An Sen's mind. An Sen, who was able to "pretend" to be normal just now, immediately felt that he couldn't breathe, and his expression was extremely hideous. Twisted again, revealing an exaggerated and indifferent smile.

"boom--"

The golden-red thunder light fell from the sky, and the smirking Anson immediately regained consciousness and was dragged back to reality again, and endless tiredness swept over.

A pair of eyes, scarlet eyes appeared in his mind.

what is that?

What are those eyes that let him fall into a dream and travel through time?

Desperately shielding the surrounding magical reactions and killing intent that were strong enough to be real, An Sen tried his best to let himself down, and immersed himself in dreams and sacrifice rituals.

If you guessed correctly, Nolula's power is the key to causing her to travel through time, so the key to the problem is what she saw in those eyes when she looked at each other.

You have to remember, you have to remember what power that is, so that you can complete the sacrificial ceremony and return to the original time and space.

"boom--"

The deafening loud noise pierced his eardrum again, and An Sen, who was tired and tired, was awakened again, and the memories he had finally recovered disappeared.

Damn it! Damn it!

Should! die!

The anger that shreds everything reappeared in his heart again, An Sen with his eyes closed desperately endured, but the more he endured and restrained, the stronger the anger.

He wants to stand up, pounce on those **** who repeatedly interrupt and obstruct him, and bite their flesh! Break their bones! Step on their guts! Get the brains and hearts out of the cranial and thoracic cavities and let them eat them!

Little by little, bite by bite, eat!

Do not! No no no no……

I can't let this kind of thinking go. If I go on like this, I will be completely enslaved by the flesh and blood court. I must calm down, be patient, and endure; think about it again, think about the pictures that Norula and Talia have repeatedly let themselves dream and let themselves see. , what is...

"boom--!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

An Sen, who was about to go mad, shouted in the sky, blood overflowing from his closed eyes, leaving two dark red tears on his face.

At this moment, the hexagram under him and the original ring reacted again, and the flaming light began to spread around, and the surrounding ground and air seemed to be burning.

In contrast, the flesh and blood court, which was originally full of murderous intent, seemed to be shaken, the ground began to vibrate slightly, and the crystals that decorated the vaults fell from time to time, making a fleeting crisp sound.

"It worked!"

August's exclamation sounded in Chaos's mind, but it was obviously weaker than at the beginning, and it was mixed with heavy breathing: "Very good, keep this state, and don't stop."

"Otherwise... it's not just that all previous efforts have been lost!"

"boom--"

The sudden loud noise made August's voice stop abruptly again.

But this time, they couldn't attract Anson's attention.

Now he has completely forgotten where he is, it seems that he has fallen into the deep sea, and he is still falling, falling.

At the end of the deep sea, there is an endless abyss that can't be seen clearly, but can vaguely imagine what it looks like, as if he had been there before, both unfamiliar and familiar.

Why?

Why do I feel familiar... No, that's not the point of the question, the point should be what I saw and what would make me feel so familiar.

Is it a blizzard flying in the sky, a towering iceberg, a magnificent ancient city, or...

Wait, what do they call it?

Boredim... no, not this name, but a more... modern name, a more... symbolic name.

He, she, them, they...seem to call it...

The land of rest.

"boom--"

The thunderous noise came again, but this time it was not the outside world, but the deep sea that deeply enveloped An Sen's consciousness.

As if the world was about to collapse, the violent vibration made the originally dead sea water violent and turbulent. An Sen, who was gradually sinking in the sea, suddenly felt incomparable pain - more painful than prying open the top of his skull and digging out his brain!

And at the same time as the pain, his fall is accelerating!

And faster and faster!

Countless flashbacks appeared quickly at this moment, and the two time and time that had no interaction at all began to overlap, one side was the Beluga Harbor shrouded in ice, snow and darkness, and the other was the flesh and blood palace intertwined with roars and whining.

Beluga Harbor?

Which Beluga Port do you want to return to, and why are Beluga Port and the Primordial Tower appearing in the same place?

No, it should be why did he appear at two different times and in different places at the same time?

myself... me... what's wrong with me?

At this moment, An Sen, who was falling rapidly, suddenly became dazed, feeling as if he had been torn into two completely independent existences.

One is Anson Bach who is surrounded by countless fanatics in Beluga Harbor, and the other is Anson Bach who is trying to pass the test in the Primordial Tower.

The two silhouettes that were originally impossible to interact, gradually paralleled, interacted, and overlapped in the falling consciousness at this moment.

Ultimately, the two become one.

Anson slowly opened his eyes, and he saw two timelines passing through his body at the same time, and then separating with himself as the center.

So at this moment, Beluga Harbor is the court of flesh and blood, and the court of flesh and blood is Beluga Harbor.

"boom--"

The loud noise exploded again, and the surrounding sea water was still roaring, rolling, and galloping.

The next second, Anson, who was wrapped in sea water, stopped falling.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the deep sea beneath his feet, and then at the distant dome above his head, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even without any action, he can clearly feel how omnipotent he is at the moment - as long as he thinks, he can even rub the two timelines into a ball and exchange the existence of the two time and space with each other.

The world in front of you is not much stronger than a toy.

So... An Sen gently stretched out his right hand and made a vacuous gesture towards the deep sea beneath his feet; before he could finish, an exquisite door had already appeared in front of him.

As long as you open this door, you can return to the original time and space.

It's just a thought, and there's not even any evidence to support his point of view, but Anson knows it and believes it - not because of anything, just because he can do it at the moment.

The self at this moment is the great being who answers the prayers of believers.

But just as the door was about to open ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anson stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the dome above his head with a slightly complicated expression, silently waiting for something.

After a long time, a middle-aged gentle sigh came from the far side:

"When you... go back, if it's not troublesome to explain, please bring a few words to Lisa for me."

"Tell her I'm sorry - I worked hard, tried my best, but my abilities didn't allow me to achieve what I expected, so I had to compensate her in other ways."

"Tell her to sleep well, eat as full as possible every meal, find something to do, and think about happy things when you're angry, but the most important thing..."

"It is to live, to be free, to be free from any constraints, to carry no burdens, and to enjoy one's own life."

The voice gradually disappeared, like a breeze, without a trace.

The silent Anson no longer hesitated, and opened the door in front of him.