Chapter 664 39. Crown?

The hand-made holy silver bullet was pressed into the gun chamber, embedded in the firing port under the action of the machine spring, and then the primer exploded the gunpowder inside during the beating, and the huge kinetic energy burst out in the narrow space pushed the sharp bullet into the gun. The rifling of the barrel rotated rapidly, and finally, amidst the flashes of fire, rushed out of the muzzle like a sharp arrow shot out.

With undisguised malice, it crushes anything in its path...whether it's flesh or monsters.

"boom"

Before the dementor roared down from the sky, its ugly little half of its head was lifted off by the holy silver bullet. This strange substance extracted from mithril has extreme positive energy. With the blessing of kinetic energy, it is simply a cruel killer for dementors entangled in negative energy.

The twitching body of the dementor fell from the sky, like the beginning of another siege.

Tyrion held guns in both hands and separated the sides. In his field of vision less than 20 meters away, there were crazy dementors rushing out howling everywhere. It was hard not to think of the scene of zombies coming out of the cage.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Very rhythmic gunshots sounded in this dark wilderness, successive dementors were torn apart by holy silver bullets, and the wounds on the black bodies would continue even after they "dead" Corrosion, but so far, Tyrion is not sure if he really killed even a dementor.

He has carefully observed that after the bodies of these guys are crushed, their viscous corpses that seem to be covered with oil will quickly "volatilize", just like a process of energy conversion. The dementors seem to return to a certain corner of this world, and then they will be reborn continuously.

In short, amidst the pungent smoke of gunpowder, the dementors on both sides were repelled by the rapid-fire pistols, but the dementors rushing forward and backward made Tyrion unable to shoot calmly. In the monster's pounce, he turned his body sideways in a short time, passed between the two dementors, and then lowered his hands and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang"

There were two more torn corpses under his feet, but soon, the double guns in Tyrion's hands disappeared between his fingers, and the three bottles containing holy fire oil were thrown out by the high lord, hitting the surrounding On the ground, ignite the dementors approaching from all sides. Between the rising flames, amidst the screams of the dementors, and the magic power of Tyrion's ring shining, replaced by Tyrion A black heavy machine gun held in both hands.

It is very similar to the "grinder" that Hesuo sold to the tauren, but it does not have a shaking handle. Instead, it is replaced by a black spar embedded in the back of the machine gun. While the red button was shining, the six barrels at the front of this heavy weapon began to rotate rapidly.

The great lord stood on the spot, looking at the waving claw of the dementor who was less than 1 meter away from him. It seemed that the next moment, he would be torn apart by this claw. However, in his ice blue eyes, there was There was no thought of dodging backwards.

And the dementor was about to succeed, it let out a roar full of chaotic joy, regardless of the steel barrel that had already touched its body.

Looking at the dementor, the high lord smiled slightly, and said softly:

"I don't like people being so close to me...thank you."

"Bang bang bang bang bang"

The low rumbling sound like torn cloth and the red light spots like lightning and thunder pierced the darkness cruising around in the periphery, and the dementor who was almost able to succeed was completely cut by this sickle-like light blade It became a fragment in the true sense, and even the companions behind it were completely wiped out in less than 2 seconds.

Tyrion turned his direction. He looked at the dementors who were completely smashed under the extreme firepower. There was no mercy in his eyes. The massacre lasted less than 10 seconds. The dementors rushed from all directions The monsters turned into disgusting dark fragments.

"click"

With a crisp sound, the cannon emitting scorching gunpowder smoke stopped, and was thrown back into the storage ring by Tyrion.

This thing is very heavy. For Tyrion, who has lost his powerful power, the vibration and the strength required to hold it when fighting with this thing will make him exhausted quickly. In this weird world, he has nothing but his soul. Besides, it is completely an ordinary high elf, considering his slender figure, this thing is not suitable for him.

So unless it was an emergency, he wouldn't use this thing.

"click"

The empty magazine was thrown on the ground. Tyrion took out a new pistol magazine from his belt and loaded it into the rapid-fire pistol. In the black corpse, he found a dementor whose legs were broken and unable to move.

"What a lucky guy..."

The great lord looked down at the struggling monster on the ground, raised his arm slightly, pointed the gun at the guy, put his finger on the trigger, and at this moment, the dementor seemed to be Feeling that the time of death was approaching, it put its slender and weird hands on the ground, turned around in an extremely weird and creepy gesture, and pointed its face with unclear expression at Tyrion.

It let out a scream...

It wasn't fear, it wasn't pointless intimidation, the high lord understood...or he felt a tinge of anger from this lucky guy.

A touch of eerie, but real...anger.

"If you are smart enough, then you should know that at this time, you ask for mercy!"

The great lord shrugged, and pulled the trigger indifferently. After a muffled sound, the entire wasteland fell silent.

The entire head of the dementor in front of him was lifted, and he died terribly, but the strange anger remained in Tyrion's heart, which made him somewhat puzzled.

Before his death, he was an elite ranger and the best hunter among the high elves. When he was young, he also hunted down those rare and dangerous beasts in Eversong Forest with Alleria as a training guide. suject.

He has seen countless times the posture of wild beasts when they are dying, or crazy counterattacks, or trembling in fear, or calmly waiting for death to come. Maybe they look very angry, but most of the time, it is just the fear after being hurt The resulting anger is not purely emotional, it is a physiologically induced state of mind.

In fact, Tyrion rarely saw pure anger, but he looked at the corpse of the dementor in front of him, and he felt that its anger was not because of being injured or killed, nor was it because of his companions The dead and injured rabbits and foxes were sad, and that kind of anger was different from all the emotions Tyrion had ever seen.

"Being hurt, irritated, or venting when things go wrong, but anger cannot be programmed, it must be injected from the beginning...Why did your creator give you such complicated emotions? You need these emotions, and you live on the emotions of other souls, or in other words, this is actually the hatred that you can't get, and the hatred leads to the anger and destruction that all die together."

The high lord squatted down in front of the dementor corpse, he looked at the ugly corpse, he narrowed his eyes:

"So, what exactly do you want from us? Just pure emotional residue?"

In this dark wasteland, Tyrion recalled all his experiences of entering the realm of death. He has dealt with dementors countless times, but he has never thought deeply about the origin of this strange monster like today .

Maybe it was his Vagri Agatha and the little ghost Yuna who misled him, making him ignore these "scavengers" and "looters" naturally born in the world of death from the very beginning. The great lord suddenly realized that in all his previous guesses about the "crown", he had ignored the existence of dementors.

But besides him and Yuna, there were only dementors left in this unruled wilderness.

Their combat power is so weak, they can't be the opponents of him and Yuna who have been assimilated by the realm of death, right! They're also terrified of Yuna's wand shot, even though the stars shot from that silly kid's wand won't hurt them at all... there must be a reason for that!

Sitting cross-legged in the wilderness, the great lord realized that he might have to solve the riddle of the "crown" that had always existed since he met Yuna.

He suddenly thought of the first time he and Yuna entered the Realm of Death, Yuna ran into the dark to find Nuer, and when he faced a huge number of dementors alone, the behavior of those dementors. ..

Yes!

Tyrion's gaze became deep. Those dementors could hurt him, but they didn't. They just kept passing over his body with their weird spirit bodies between reality and illusion... .

At that time, both he and Yuna thought it was the attack method of dementors, but now there are too many dementors who have died in his hands, and the high lord has figured it out. These dementors definitely have more than one attack method. That is to say, the crossing of the spirit body is not a vicious attack.

Maybe... Maybe their intention was not to attack, they just wanted to get something, something important from him, a soul? Or emotions? Or, something more obscure but real?

Tyrion looked back at the body fragments of the dementors that gradually dissipated in the land of the dead, and he suddenly remembered the time when he was called the "King of the Dark Blade", he always wore it on his head The crown of the black iron ring, the crown of ice made by myself.

The crown, it is a symbol of identity and power, a symbol of the lord of a country, and a symbol of having everything.

Tyrion's fingers were moving, he looked at the rapid-fire pistol in his hand, and he muttered to himself:

"The third hell without a master, the administrator...the promotion and continuation of death, Hella, Bwonsamdi, the ruler...the crown! Yes! The crown!"

"I am here to manage and rule this land of no man. I need that power, I need that crown...but after wearing the crown, I will be the lord of this land. I rule everything, these dementors..."

The great lord took a deep breath, and he understood the meaning of this riddle, or rather, this challenge... the "trial" given to him by the realm of death.

"A qualified ruler should be admired by the people, not a tyrant who kills the people indiscriminately. Power represents responsibility and mission. The crown represents leadership and protection. Wrong...wrong from the beginning , Slaughter and occupation are the actions of looters, want to get the crown, want to get the crown, what is needed is...accept it!"

"Accept it all... Be one of them, no no no! Not assimilation... but reinvention..."

"hum"

A probing dementor stared at Tyrion's back from the sky. It landed silently on the ground, posing an attacking posture. The high lord also turned his head at this moment, but this time, he didn't raise his hand. Pick up the pistol in hand.

"Is that all you want me to do?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight..."

He glanced at the pistol in his hand, shook his head, and threw it on the ground...

The king doesn't need this kind of weapon, the king's weapon is more powerful... Those people who always follow the king's shadow are his real weapons and his real power.

The ruler of the Realm of Death will not need the power of this world, because those forces do not belong to this world... and cannot be assimilated by the rules of the Realm of Death.

This world erased all of Tyrion's power in reality, and it gave him new power, waiting for him to discover, the power that only belongs to the realm of death, the power of death... the essence! One of the so-called six basic forces of the stars, death... death is not ugly, and death also has its own rules and order.

Tyrion doesn't understand yet, but that's okay...he will soon.

"The power of the king is always by his side..."

The great lord took a step forward. He looked at the ugly dementor in front of him. He tilted his head. After a few breaths and thinking, he raised his hand towards the dementor. This action made the person appear The dementors startled.

Tyrion looked at it, he felt a bit of bewilderment and helplessness from the dementor's movements, the high lord closed his eyes, and stretched his fingers towards the monster bred in the darkness. Strange creatures fashioned, his future... subjects.

At the moment when the black and white fingers touched, at the moment when the cold, gloomy, freezing darkness stretched on his fingers, he said softly:

"Come!"

"Follow me."