Kingdom’s Bloodline

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"Get ready to lift!"

A man whose left half of his face was burned shouted loudly. Tasting books

As the trainer of the black sand leader's magic gun unit, Hardy watched with satisfaction nearly thirty strong and elite soldiers under him, wearing heat-resistant gloves and glass goggles, divided into groups of three, opened the maintenance box, Steadily took out ten streamlined iron guns.

Although they were not the best magic gunners he had ever trained, the magic gun team under the Grand Duke of Black Sand was already a rare familiarity with Exeter, who generally underestimated the use of magic guns.

This reminded Hardy of himself as a recruit, the first time he touched the old and depleted Siegel-5 magic gun.

But looking at these lads, Hardy sighed with emotion: Look at the things in their hands.

The Siegel Seven-type magic gun, with a solid gun body cast by the rough skills of the iron gray mountain dwarves in the Eastern Continent, is equipped with a barrel made of selected asphalt from the Concertbell Mountains at the junction of the Hamble Dynasty and the Ligudan Alliance. The oil storage tank made of dark copper mined by Bicheng from the bottom of the sea is filled with high-quality eternal whale oil hunted by the Trade Federation from the South End Sea, as well as the sealed core of that mysterious source.

The gun body is hard and wear-resistant, the barrel can withstand high temperatures, the ballistic focus is high, and the aiming is easy. Even the rate of core depletion is only half of that of its predecessor, the Siegel VI, which came out 20 years ago. It will not be separated within 100 meters, can withstand two shots within half an hour, and only needs two hours to cool down. Except for the exaggerated net weight and heat leakage that are still frustrating, it is simply not perfect in Hardy's mind.

Compared with those low-quality magic energy guns that flowed into the underground black market from the national arms trade for no reason but lacked maintenance and maintenance, and could only usher in the core depletion after a few months, it was like a wooden stick to a steel sword.

"The target has entered the field of vision, aim and prepare!"

A strong man raised his hand, knelt down on one knee, and firmly supported the heat-insulating base at the front of the gun body with his shoulders wearing special shoulder armor.

A shrewd aimer quickly calculated the distance and direction, and turned the button on the side of the gun to adjust the focus and energy scale.

A decisive operator skillfully reviewed the status of the gun, and after confirming that the core was stable, he opened the safety lock and grabbed the firing handle.

One day... Hardy thought silently: It will no longer be heavy, and it can be held by two people or even a single person.

It is no longer complicated, and one person can complete the aiming and firing.

It is no longer dangerous, and the core will not become a ferry bell that endangers the life of the shooter at any time.

It is no longer expensive, and every soldier will be equipped with it to fight, not just a squad of dozens of people.

It is no longer mysterious, the core is no longer a mystery purchased from a special channel, everyone will know its origin and principle.

One day... Hardy tenderly looked at the magic energy gun beside him that had entered the firing state, subconsciously touched his elbow-broken left arm, felt the pain in his left face, and thought:

It will become the king of war, take away the pride of the power of the end, and completely eliminate metal weapons and hand-to-hand combat from the world.

Even in the Northland.

It will tell people how heavy the price of war is and how precious peace is.

Unfortunately, I can't see it.

"Attack position!"

Hardy solemnly raised his right hand and called out the penultimate sound.

Ten firing hands pulled the handle with the built-in spring vigorously, and the mysterious core behind the gun began to emit disturbing vibrations and noises.

Hardy looked at the group of Starmen who had just broken through the encirclement of the light infantry ahead.

I heard that there is their newly found prince in it.

Is it.

Hardy smiled.

Lucy, my daughter.

You will always be the pride of me and your mother.

No matter what kind of desperate situation, you must be strong to live on.

The next moment, this vicissitudes of life man with only half a face smashed his right arm with all his strength, and roared with a distorted face:

"Fire!"

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The soldiers erected densely packed shield formations, blocking a large field of vision ahead,

Everyone else hid behind the shield formation.

"Arc shields, distribute evenly!" Araka roared, "Don't miss any place!"

Thales, on the other hand, was pinned to the ground by Putilei, unable to lift his head at all.

"In any case, hide behind the others," Puttilai said with a stiff face, "Rumba must be crazy!"

Thales gritted his teeth, but couldn't stop the doubt in his heart.

Opposite is... the magic gun?

He remembered, not so long ago, that Morris of the Brotherhood got two from the army at a high price...but they gave them to his subordinates for self-defense.

At least that's what Leyock said.

Thales always thought it was a weapon that was roughly similar to the weapon in his previous life except for using mysterious energy, raising it to "bang bang bang" at the enemy.

But now it seems that it is more complicated.

At least looking at Alaka and the others as if they were facing a formidable enemy, they should...

"Fired!" At this moment, Araka yelled frantically.

The soldiers all clenched their teeth and trembled one after another, gripping the metallic arc shield even tighter.

A bright crimson light strikes from the front!

Light penetrates the shield array.

The weather is very cold, but at this time, as if being illuminated by the sun, a gentle warmth hits the surroundings.

"Hold it, scatter them away..." Before Araka finished speaking, strange changes occurred around these star people.

"Shua..."

The moment the snow beside them came into contact with the red light, the snow immediately shrank into water, and then evaporated out of thin air!

Thales frowned slightly... This is it?

Red light spreads across a small tree in the snow.

Thales stared dumbfounded under the tree, every inch of the corner instantly turned black, and then burst into flames.

The next moment, the little tree exploded suddenly, bursting out countless sparks!

"boom!"

The flying sparks scattered to everyone, many soldiers hissed and screamed, and the shield trembled suddenly.

"Hold on!" Araka roared, "A dozen seconds is enough!"

Thales felt in horror that the surrounding air continued to heat up.

Getting hotter!

Until that warmth turned into a relentless scorching heat!

Even the temperature in his body is also rising.

what happened?

Thales thought in a panic: What exactly is a magic gun? Why is there such an effect?

"No way... the heat from the shield..." A veteran of the Fury Guards was pressing against the shield, and his clothes had begun to turn black and curl up, and smoke was coming out of his shoulders against the shield.

He closed his eyes tightly, and replied tremblingly: "At least five of them fired at us at the same time! Our anti-magic weapons...arc shields are not enough!"

"Then you have to resist!" Araka roared, pulling out the immovable bow without a bowstring from behind, "I will resist too many attacks!"

At this moment, a soldier's hand holding the arc shield burst into flames!

He screamed and took a step back from Araka's shocked eyes.

The soldier's shield flicked, and a red light passed through the gap and shone on him.

"No..." Araka's yell of rage had not yet come out, and the soldiers' miserable howls exploded one step ahead of him:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

For a few seconds, the soldier was shaking crazily, and the clothes on his body were the first to emit smoke.

The red light shone on his feet, and the snow evaporated into gas in an instant!

Thales's scalp was numb, and he watched the skin under the soldier's body begin to melt. The next moment, his whole body "thumped", and endless tongues of flame burst out.

Another second passed, and the soldier exploded like that little tree, releasing countless sparks!

"boom!"

Thales watched this life disappear in horror.

All that was left of the soldiers were charred and mummified corpses.

But his death brought irreparable consequences.

"Block the gap..." Araka hadn't finished shouting, the burning body fragments splashed around the shield formation, igniting many soldiers holding shields to resist.

"Ah!" "No!" "Hold on!" "It's so hot..."

The screams sounded one after another!

The shield array immediately dispersed!

The red light shone into the crowd without any cover.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased!

The snow evaporated inch by inch.

Thales felt a chill.

No.

Oops.

At this moment, Araka stood up with a roar, rushed forward, and stood firmly in front of everyone.

With a "bang", his hair caught fire instantly.

I saw the wrath of the kingdom resolutely raised its bow in the direction of the red light—the direction of the small group of Exeter soldiers.

The immovable bow trembled slightly.

Then it emitted a silver glare that was no less than that of a magic gun!

When the red light of the magic gun met the silver light, it suddenly weakened, and then scattered around.

Like that ray of silver light, blocked tightly

Araka roared, and the right hand that was holding the bow began to smoke.

But he persisted.

But the area of ​​the silver light was not enough, Alaka only had time to block the people in the center, and many soldiers on the periphery were still shot by the red light of the magic gun.

"Boom!" The second soldier turned into a big fireball, and then exploded.

"No, no, no... Boom!" The third one.

"Ahhh!"

Genard clutched the irradiated right shoulder in pain, and was dragged back to the silver-sheltered area by Willow desperately. During this process, a short gun of the black-haired soldier suddenly exploded into countless sparks.

"He won't last long!" Ada yelled through gritted teeth.

"I can't die here!" It was Ramon.

"Take Your Highness and rush out!" Huai Ya said sweating.

"No, there are too many magic guns," Puttilai said with difficulty, "I can't get out!"

When everyone was in a mess, no one noticed that the second prince of Xingchen was in a strange state.

The moment the silver light burst out from the fixed bow, Thales felt that electric shock again.

And it was even more severe on Alaka's back just now, as if the silver-black metal bow that glowed with silver was repelling every corner of his body.

Thales lay prone on the snow, his face twisted and trembling.

No.

Passing on the anti-magic armed forces...do you really reject me so much?

The silver light suddenly weakened.

Araka's right hand started to catch fire.

In the endless heat and high temperature, Kingdom Wrath still gritted his teeth and endured it.

A few strands of red light leaked in and irradiated Thales' body.

At that moment, Thales trembled suddenly, and his clothes started to smoke.

He just felt the cells in his body suddenly heat up.

Very hot.

It's like it's on fire from the inside out.

That familiar wave surged through his body, and time seemed to slow down again.

In the field of vision given by the wave, the red light and the silver light are like two pairs of enemies strangling each other, melting each other, but where the light rays meet, the silver light clearly dominates the wind, but there are more red lights.

But at the same time, Thales only felt his body getting hotter and hotter.

No.

Very hot.

Thales closed his eyes in despair, opened his mouth wide and screamed, feeling the temperature that almost burned himself.

He stretched out his hand, screaming.

So hot!

Then, his heart skipped a beat.

"Boom!"

An unprecedented feeling rushed over.

At that moment, Thales only felt that his vision penetrated the distance, and he saw the starting point of the red light—the magic energy guns held in the hands of the soldiers.

At the back of those magic guns, there is a core that glows yellow and keeps rotating.

That's the essence of the magic gun - Thales has such a feeling.

but……

These damn red lights... go away.

So hot!

At least……

Stay away from me.

So hot!

Just as he was thinking this way, in the next moment, in the field of vision given by the mysterious wave, the whole world in front of Thales' eyes seemed to shake violently!

The crimson light of the magic gun suddenly seemed to spread out consciously, avoiding the people of the stars.

"Uh———"

Hundreds of meters behind the stars, the snow evaporated in an instant!

In the next second, the red light from the magic gun disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Araka knelt on the ground with a plop, but he still ferociously raised his flaming right hand and slapped the flames on his head and hands a few times.

Everyone in Xingchen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and fell to the ground one after another.

In the scorching air, many soldiers had already turned into charred corpses, or were burned alive.

"The round of firing is over, it seems that they are not aiming very accurately..." Araka gritted his teeth, got up and said, "But if they use Siegel Seven..."

At this moment, a shrill trumpet sound resounded through the sky!

"beep--"

Araka frowned.

Puttilai and the other veterans trembled!

"We survived!" Puttilai, who survived the catastrophe, trembled his lips and closed his eyes tightly.

"This is... this is Exeter's retreat bugle!"

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

A knight in a gray helmet came galloping.

"Enough! The Wrath of the Kingdom!" The Gray Helmet Knight shouted from a distance: "Enough of fighting and death!"

Araka raised his head, laughed mockingly and said, "Tulha! Flaming Knight!"

"Come on!" He raised his almost scorched right hand and the almost brand new immovable bow on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Step over my corpse, come and get it!"

"Come and get the Immovable Bow that I snatched from you twelve years ago!"

"The battle between us is over!" The heavy-faced Lord Tuleha said dissatisfiedly on his mount: "One of the ten co-rulers of Exeter, the distinguished Grand Duke of the Black Sand Territory, Lord Charman Rumba , invite the second prince of Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Thales Canxing to have a meeting!"

Araka was taken aback suddenly: "Are you kidding me?"

At this moment, Puttilai screamed out.

Thales had no idea what happened afterwards.

He has only one feeling now.

pain.

Pain numb.

It hurts like numbness!

This is the aftermath of the previous "out of control", and now it is hitting again.

Severe pain erupted from all over his body.

This time is even more serious!

It was as if every molecule was cracking, collapsing, and sending this pain to every nerve.

"What's wrong with him?" Thales tried his best to open his eyes, looked at a gray-helmed knight in front of him, and looked down beside the vigilant Alaka.

"Maybe it's a loss of strength, after all, it's such a long journey..." This is Puttilai's anxious voice.

"Oh my god, His Highness is bleeding... no, no, his breathing is weakening!" This was Huai Ya who was panicked.

"Where's the doctor? Let him come over!"

The last picture Thales saw before he lost consciousness was Rolf running towards him anxiously, and Ramon being dragged by Ada.

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Those two voices again... Thales thought dazedly: It's like a dream.

Probably wake up and forget, right?

"Oh, it's it again? How long has it been, is there a few minutes? Forget it, can it finally stay this time?"

"Well, although the buoyancy of the soul is still strong, I can feel that its body has almost collapsed... Wait! It's different from last time, someone is stimulating the potential in its body, repairing its life... And its own The vitality seems to be very strong, too strong."

"No way, when was the first time I met such a tough guy? Thousands of hundreds or decades ago, I can't remember, it seems to be that arrogant knight and mage? Hey, what does mother think?"

"...Mother is still unwilling to accept it."

"I can only say that it's a good thing to have a strong vitality... Even my mother is sympathetic..."

"It's useless to think too much, mother has her own plans."

"Do you still remember the Emperor of the Abyss a long time ago? He even lost three hearts in a row due to that disaster... Tsk tsk, that scream can be heard clearly even on the bottom floor. I accepted him, but he actually struggled to crawl back..."

"Shut up! Prepare to open the countercurrent gate...it's about to go back up."

"Hey, I hope it won't go back up the next time it comes down..."

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A dark grove of unknown addresses.

A weak girl slowly stood up from under the tree.

"I thought it would be Heilan who came first." The blood magician, Giza Trilman smiled, and said softly without looking back: "After all, I made such a big commotion."

"After so many years, it seems that she is also lazy."

As soon as the words fell, a man slowly stepped out of the bushes behind her.

"Do you know who I am?" Giza smiled charmingly, and stroked his hair:

The man did not speak.

"If you know, how dare you follow all the way?"

Gisaqian smiled and turned around.

The man remained silent.

It's as if I didn't hear it.

This is a man who is ordinary no matter how you look at it.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, ordinary figure, ordinary temperament.

It's hard to make any impression on anyone.

Except for his left waist.

There are two weapons tied to the belt.

One of the weapons was tightly wrapped in old linen, barely recognizable as a long strip.

Giza frowned slightly.

Under the sackcloth, she felt a nasty smell.

And the man's other weapon seems to be a sword.

Just irregular in shape.

The man remained expressionless.

But he moved - holding the irregular sword at his waist with his backhand.

Pull out slowly.

"Are you sure you want to use the sword against me?"

Giza exhaled lightly: "It doesn't look like the civilians around it..."

The man still didn't speak.

He just raised his sword with his expression unchanged.

As if doing the most trivial thing.

Giza smiled slightly.

The next moment, she saw clearly the sword in the man's hand.

that sword.

The blood magician's face darkened slightly.

It was a strange sword.

more importantly.

It was a...

From hilt to blade.

A strange sword with a pitch-black body.

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