I Will Be The Crowned King

At that moment, An Sen's cold hair stood upright without noticing it!

Someone was standing behind him, but he didn't even notice it.

How is this possible? !

Restraining the panic in his heart, An Sen looked back slowly with a slightly unnatural expression. A man in a black robe was standing behind him.

He crossed his hands in front of him, and his wide hood covered most of his face, and he could only vaguely see thin lips and exposed lead-colored curls, exuding a serious and mysterious atmosphere from beginning to end.

"Uh, may I ask..."

"You're late!" The other party said coldly again:

"Why are you here now?!"

Only now?

The note that Mace Hornard left to himself said that the meeting time was 6:30 in the evening... It's still afternoon!

No one told me to change the time!

Just when Ansen wanted to ask, the man in the black robe and hood suddenly snorted impatiently: "Forget it, it seems that some existence is interfering with our actions, so you can come a step later."

"Come with me, the bell of fate is waiting for you." The man in black robe walked to the stairs and said coldly to An Sen behind him:

"We're running out of time!"

Saying that, he stepped down and left An Sen with an inexplicable face in place.

The bell of fate...

What the hell?

After hesitating for a few seconds, An Sen chose to follow behind the man in the black robe and walk down the spiral stone staircase under his feet.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The crisp footsteps echoed in the spiral staircase as deep as a well.

The further down you go, the darker the surroundings; the darkness that seems to seep from the ground is like a light that can swallow everything, hiding everything in shadows.

An Sen, who followed closely behind the black-robed man, became increasingly nervous, and even began to rely on the number of steps to determine his position, and he did not dare to relax his tense heartstrings for a moment.

Just when he counted to "sixty-six", the stone steps under his feet became solid concrete slabs.

"Here we are."

The black-robed man with a low voice turned his back to An Sen, took out a bunch of old iron keys from under his robe, and opened a dilapidated wooden door in a burst of smoke with a harsh "squeak":

"Come in, he's waiting for you."

The nervous An Sen swallowed his saliva, his right hand inadvertently touched the gun handle on his lower back, and walked towards the door.

There was no one in the dark room.

Um?

Standing in the center of the room, An Sen, who was suddenly aware, turned his head sharply, and the black-robed man was already standing in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Squinting slightly, realizing that he might have fallen into someone's trap, An Sen's expression gradually became solemn, and he held the gun handle behind his waist with his right hand: "Where is this?"

"No, you asked the wrong question." The black-robed man shook his head:

"I'm not worth mentioning, I'm just an announcer in a great drama; the really important, right questions are 'who are you' and 'where are you'?"

A vigilant Anson stepped forward, confirming that he could rush out of the room before the other party locked the door.

"Okay, then ask 'who am I' and where am I?"

He decided to first pretend to be a snake with the other party, and set out the reason why he could appear silently behind him.

"Snapped!"

The black-robed man stepped forward without warning, and An Sen's face was shocked.

"You...you're a very special being, a big part of this great drama."

The black-robed man who spoke in a deep voice almost brought his face in front of An Sen: "You are a discordant note, an unexpected existence for everyone, a turning point in the drama, and the beginning of the sublimation of the plot that the audience expects. "

"You appear here, marking the official opening of the drama at this moment, and everything is just to pave the way for this moment."

Anson's heartstrings were tense, and he didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all. His right hand holding the gun handle had already squeezed a bullet out of his pocket.

The black-robed man in front of him seems to have some kind of technique to cover his breath. Judging from his breathing and footsteps, he should be a relatively weak type, but it cannot be ruled out that it is caused by the power of a special bloodline.

If you use [Gathering Flame] at this distance, the opponent should not have time to dodge, but most of them will also affect yourself...

"You... don't belong to this world!"

What? !

Anson stared at the sight under the opponent's hood, so shocked that he almost drew his gun.

He...he actually found out? !

This……

"I can feel your surprise." The black-robed man's voice was indifferent:

"But you don't need to be surprised, because all this is arranged by 'God', and it is announced to the public through the mouth of mortals - it is He who ordered me to be the announcer, in the form of a fortuneteller, to communicate everything that will happen to the public. you."

"God?" Anson blurted out in shock.

"He doesn't need a name, he doesn't need an image, he is the master of all things."

The black-robed man nodded slowly: "He rules all things, and everything in the world is under his control; if he wants to appear, he must float from the sea, with hundreds of heads and thousands of horns, and hundreds of millions of tentacles, showing his power; and you will The one chosen by 'God' to carry out his great will!"

"What will?"

Anson, who was desperately restrained from shock, said hard.

"The chosen one, please open your eyes, the will of 'God' is always self-evident." The black-robed man snorted coldly:

"You are troubled, hesitant, and confused; but more importantly, you have seriously underestimated the coming huge waves. If you don't act quickly, everyone will be drowned in the sea."

"Action, action; he is watching you, waiting for you!"

"Otherwise the world will be destroyed!"

The black-robed man's voice became more and more agitated, and he began to tremble as if possessed.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly shone into the dark room, causing An Sen to close his eyes subconsciously.

"Anson Bach, why are you here?"

The familiar tone and question made the stunned Anson instantly regain his senses from the shock.

When his eyes gradually got used to the light, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a young man in a bachelor's uniform with a kerosene lamp in his hand standing outside the door.

Most importantly, he has ice blue eyes.

Bron?

"Humph!"

The black-robed man who turned his head looked behind him and snorted coldly at the young bachelor: "Anyone who hinders destiny, are you coming to interfere with my actions again?"

"No, esteemed Professor Horst." Bloane shook his head and looked at the two people in the room strangely:

"I didn't mean to disturb you, but the dean told me just now that you sneaked the key and ran out without authorization, and caused quite a commotion."

"That traitor!" The black-robed man called "Professor Horst" growled angrily:

"I told him about his fate, and he treated me this way!"

"You told him that he should leave his job and take his wife to colonize the colony." Bloane said blankly.

"That's his destiny, he doesn't understand what God has arranged for him!"

"Of course he understands—I mean, he's eighty-two this year."

The corner of Bron's mouth moved: "Then... Mrs. Dean passed away ten years ago."

The voice fell ~www.readwn.com~ The dark room suddenly became quiet.

"...Dead?" The black-robed man's voice suddenly became much smaller:

"When did this happen?"

"Ten years ago, the saint's calendar was ninety years."

"This year is..."

"One hundred years of the saint's calendar."

"...Are you sure it's not the 70th year of the saint's calendar?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"..."

The black-robed man suddenly fell into silence, and his originally straight back slowly hunched up.

With a kerosene lamp, Bron shook his head and looked at Anson with icy blue eyes:

"Come with me, the party is about to start."