Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales had never seen Yala's knife so angry and so forceful.

He vaguely felt that there was a suffocating pressure in the two wolf-leg knives at this moment.

Rolf summoned up all his strength, put both Hidden Blades on his chest, and retreated sharply!

The female bartender charged more and more violently, and in an instant, the two swords struck out like thunder!

The figures of the two moved synchronously like a ballroom dance, but it was far from elegant and civilized. Rolf's Hidden Blade turned into a phantom and met Yala's arms holding the knife in an instant.

"jingling!"

The clashing sound continued.

The Hidden Blade blocked the double knives that were slashing at Rolf countless times.

The two knives also knocked away the Hidden Blade that was stabbing at Yala countless times!

Both of them were moving extremely fast, and the signs and facades on the side of the street flashed by quickly, but the two sides seemed to be still to each other, concentrating on dismantling each other's moves.

Thales stared so intently that he almost forgot to breathe.

But the momentum of offense and defense is very obvious: Yala's dual knives are intended to attack the opponent's vital points, and Rolf's two hidden blades are only to stop the opponent's offensive.

One offense and one defense, but it is a competition of speed and dexterity.

But after the next clash of metals, the wolf-leg knife in Yala's left hand, amidst the indomitable momentum of the master, suddenly burst into thunder, like a circle of ripples in the air, bouncing away from Rolf's blocking A sword!

Yala's unexpected hole card surprised Rolf.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

The interception of this sword failed, so that Rolf had no time to take back another sword, exposing his chest and abdomen to Yala's left knife!

"Draw!"

This is the sound of the wolf's leg knife cutting through the clothes and the chest.

At the moment when his life was at stake, Rolf activated his ability with all his strength without the slightest hesitation.

The "Ghost with the Wind" is not in vain. He pursed his lips, the tattoo on his face glowed white, and a violent whirlwind was generated in the gap between the two, blowing Yala and himself in different directions. open!

Rolf stepped on his feet, and leaped up in the air lightly by the strong wind, leaving only a few traces of blood on the spot.

The female bartender was forced to stop, draw back her arms and adjust her body to adapt to the sudden gust of wind, and her thunderous whistling double knives were also cut off.

Thales in the distance didn't directly feel the gust of wind, but it didn't affect his judgment: two people were affected by the wind at the same time, Rolf flew backwards, while Yala was blocked from walking.

The wind didn't stop, but continued to increase. Rolf's figure was like a kite, floating in mid-air on the wind, and the light of the tattoo on his face became more and more dazzling.

The female bartender had to bend her knees to withstand the growing wind while taking the opportunity to regain her strength.

Rolf didn't smile anymore, the pain in his chest made him terrified: the little girl in front of him was probably no less difficult than any 13th general of the fraternity.

Thinking of the aura of the two sabers just now, the ghost with the wind decided not to give her another chance to make a comeback.

Fortunately, the consumption of her offensive was not small.

The Ghost with the Wind's face turned cold, he flipped his hands, and spread the two Hidden Blades by his side.

Wind blows.

Under the cover of the strong wind, Rolf once again showed his ghostly figure.

The next moment, Rolf appeared above Yala's head!

Gritting her teeth, Yala immediately swung the knife to strike.

"Clang!"

But Rolf retreated with one blow, and his figure disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving no chance for Yala to fight back and launch an offensive.

"Clang!"

Rolf's Hidden Blade reappeared, this time at the lower left of Yala, and if he missed the same hit, he retreated every now and then!

"As long as your sudden burst and continuous offensive are interrupted,

The assassination knife that the Surriton family has been famous for hundreds of years can no longer be effective. "

Rolf's voice came from the wind again.

Yala struggled to resist the opponent's guerrilla attack, and the gust of wind that hit her side from time to time made her have to expend a lot of energy in maintaining her body shape, and at the same time, she had to predict the direction of Rolf's next attack.

Thales, who was watching the battle, was nervous—what to do?

Rolf's soft voice sounded all around again.

"However, just tell me why your Surriton family is lurking in the brotherhood, and maybe we can sit down and talk?"

Yala's expression became solemn, and she actually closed her eyes at this moment.

It seems that a decision has been made.

She held the double knives upside down and slammed the blades into the earthen bricks under her feet.

Rolf's Hidden Blade reappeared, still above his head!

But this time, Yala turned around on the spot, and the two knives stuck in the ground followed her arms in a sharp circle!

"boom!"

In a burst of thunder, the soil and rocks on the ground were picked up by Yala, shaking up several meters!

The earth and rocks flew up, blocking Rolf's sight.

The light of the knife flashed faintly in the earth and rocks!

Rolf howled angrily, his figure retreated, but the tattoos on his face became brighter and brighter, the strong wind in the air suddenly accelerated, swirling with terrifying force, and scattered the earth and rocks in all directions!

In the gust of wind, earth and rocks shot in all directions!

At this moment, Thales was watching the battle with half of his head exposed in the hiding place, when a hoarse and indistinguishable voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Look down."

Not even having time to be in a daze, Thales bent down instinctively.

"Wow!"

The lasing earth and rocks struck from the center of the battle, and quickly passed over Thales' head!

A few rocks hit the side door of the shop behind Thales, making a dent in the wooden door panel!

Thales looked at the door panel behind him, patting his chest in cold sweat, if he hadn't lowered his head just now——

But before he could react, a slender and sassy figure appeared in his hiding place.

"You go."

Thales was a little dumbfounded.

The Yala in front of her is definitely not "good". The originally heroic female bartender looked tired at the moment. She was panting slightly, and her left arm was trembling slightly.

"He found my weakness, and if I can't form a continuous attack, I can't beat him."

The female bartender put her arm on Thales' shoulder, showing an ugly smile.

"You will be discovered sooner or later if you continue like this, I will lure him away, and then you will go alone!"

"Walk along the alley on the left with your body low, cover your breathing with a black cloth, and immediately turn around and change directions when you encounter any sound."

"The Brotherhood didn't attack too deeply. As long as they cross the center of Red Square Street, there will be fewer and fewer people."

"Little ghost, even if you are alone, you have to survive!"

Thales stared blankly at the female bartender who suddenly said goodbye.

Until her figure shot out, facing the center of the gale outside the street.

Thales stretched out his hand unconsciously and grabbed her back.

Yala.

The traveler heard the sound of fighting resounding in the distance, and the dog meat in the back kitchen of the sunset bar that night appeared in front of his eyes.

"Eat slowly! Brat, I took this dog too!"

"What's wrong with the bartender! I'm Yala Sa—I'm Yala, a trained bartender!"

"I can't give you this dog leg! You can't bite it down!"

Bye now.

Sister Yala.

Bye now.

JC.

Thales turned around resolutely and headed for the depths of Hongfang Street.

To live—I still owe Yara a favor.

The sound of fierce fighting behind him became farther and farther away.

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A messy battlefield.

Cohen leaned on the sword, leaned on the wall with his left hand and knelt, coughing hard.

The police officer's chest was bleeding.

His left rib was punctured, his lung was damaged and the wound narrowly missed his heart.

Moreover, the enemy's berserk finishing power was still lingering in his wound.

Even the finishing power that Cohen is proud of——"Glory of the Stars" can't resist it.

And his enemy - Cohen raised his head and looked at the swordsman in red and black clothes who didn't change his expression.

The left shoulder armor of the red and black swordsman was punctured by Cohen's "mansword", and his shoulder was also bleeding, and there were also scratches on the left chin and the left side of the neck.

But far better than Cohen's situation.

At the moment when the two swords were about to pierce each other, the two showed completely different fighting qualities.

Cohen activated a part of the Stars of the Stars, condensed into a "star shield", protected the heart, deflected the deadly sword that went straight to the vital point, and then stabbed the sword in his hand as hard as possible.

The red-and-black swordsman, on the other hand, ignored the silver-white sword that pierced his throat, but at the moment when the blade was about to touch his body, he sent out the sword in his hand more calmly and crazily, and sent the sword into the opponent faster than Cohen. the sternum.

Then, taking advantage of Cohen's long sword trembling, he lowered his head to avoid the vital point of his throat, leaving only a scratch on his chin and neck, and then let Cohen pierce his shoulder armor, but also sent the sword in his hand another point.

Stand upright.

"You are an excellent swordsman." The red and black swordsman said suddenly.

"In the face of such a sword, many people avoid its edge and try to fight back."

"But you insisted on stabbing that sword."

"As for the act of cohesive protection, is it the way the army taught you?"

Cohen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said with a chuckle: "A veteran told me: On the battlefield, you must keep a life-saving hand——Only by living longer than the enemy and being injured less than the enemy."

The red and black swordsman was silent for a while, and then chuckled: "He must have never been a death squad."

Cohen panted, and frowned: "On the western front, the death squads that charge against the bone men and orcs—have you ever done this?"

The swordsman nodded:

"three times."

"Which guard?"

"Skull Guard, 17th Death Squad."

"Falkenhaus' Death Squad, three times? It seems that you have offended a big shot."

"What about you, Sergeant?"

"Crow Guard, Second Commando."

"'Thunder's Crow'? The Second Commando? Hmph, why does Karabyan sound so familiar? He seems to be a nobleman."

Cohen spat out a mouthful of blood, smiled wryly and said:

"Actually, I always want to ask, is the chaka wine good before the charge - my father never let me drink it."

"It's unpalatable. The damn quartermaster, even the dead will be deducted from buying drunkenness."

"Is it."

"yes."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped.

The red and black swordsman put away his madness and violence, and Cohen also put away his helplessness and panting.

"Gulaton Remo, Skull Guards, 17th Death Squadron, Sword and Shield Soldiers," he said, "This is my name, it's an honor to fight with you, Your Excellency the Police Officer."

"Korn Karabyan, Raven Guard, Second Commando, Captain of Operations," the security officer said with a sad smile, "This honor is mine, uh, Your Majesty the gangster?"

Both were looking at each other gravely and earnestly.

On Cohen's sword, the starlight flickered on and off.

On the right arm of the red and black swordsman Gulaton, violent power surged, and the blood vessels protruded from the stabbing.

The last sword that divides life and death—this is the moment that belongs to the end swordsman.

Glorious, holy, and inviolable of profanity.

But the next moment, the expressions of both of them suddenly changed!

Suddenly there was the sound of howling wind from next door.

A slender and dashing figure, holding two knives, tumbled from the air and landed on the street!

This distance should be enough.

The female bartender panted and looked at the two kneeling and standing.

Until she saw what Cohn was wearing.

I wish the kid could--Huh? Kingdom Vigilante?

This is a gang war, why is Qing Pi here?

Cohen and Gulaton also looked at her in surprise.

Another gangster? Hope it wasn't the Vials, Cohen thought.

This woman seems to have never been heard from the adults, Gulaton secretly thought, is this a chess piece that entered the field from outside?

"You can't run away! Sister bartender."

The wind howled, and with a soft voice, Rolf appeared on the corner of the street, and he also saw two swordsmen.

"Guladon? You should be guarding by your side," Rolf frowned and said, "Why are you here with a green skin?"

Very good - Cohen thought to himself, and then turned to the female bartender. Since this woman is the opponent of his enemy, she should not be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang.

"Concentrate on cleaning up your rats." The red-and-black swordsman, Guladun, said coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to Rolf, "I'll do my job well."

After finishing his speech, Gula coldly raised his sword at Cohen.

Cohen also stood up slowly, clenching his teeth, with the silver sword across his chest.

Rolf curled his lips, and the wind around him continued to blow.

Yala took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and adjusted the angle.

All four of them understood the situation on the field.

Two blood bottle gangs, a fraternity, a green skin -- oh, it's the vigilante.

The next moment, all four of them moved!

Guradon's long sword flashed red, and it ruthlessly chased after Cohen's heart!

Cohen's face turned pale. Facing Guradon, he pulled out the sword ring specially designed for defense with his long sword!

Rolf's figure disappeared again, but the wind rushed towards Yala!

Yala's figure exploded, and the two knives cut through the air as she advanced, but she rushed towards——

Cohen!

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Thales carefully covered the black cloth, hiding his breath and running away, avoiding the elite thugs of the two teams who were desperately fighting.

In the crowd, a figure with a height of nearly two meters was really outstanding. Wherever his iron fist went, the blood bottle gang with a red turban flew out.

Probably some master of the brotherhood, I don't know if it is the thirteen generals or the six giants.

Anyway, it can't be the three legendary killers.

But Thales just walked around quietly.

This is not his fight.

He wants to escape.

For myself, and for Yala.

For the beggar in the sixth house.

Thales turned a corner, but encountered an air barrier head-on.

He didn't know at that time that this was the famous "air wall" among experts.

He smashed against the barrier in displeasure.

Damn magician.

Another detour.

Hope not to run into anyone.

Thinking of people, Thales couldn't help but think of the voice that reminded him to "bow his head" just now.

He thought it was Yala, after all, the latter appeared in front of him immediately.

But he realized later that the voice couldn't have been Yara's.

It was a hoarse voice.

It was not only myself, Yala and Rolf who were present just now.

That's the fourth person.

Thales' scalp tightened, and he suddenly thought that if the one who had just reminded him to bow his head was the fourth person present.

So why didn't Yara and Rolf notice it?

Mingyala appeared in front of Thales immediately after the earth and rock lasing.

Undoubtedly, Thales concluded: His strength is more terrifying than Yala and Rolf.

But since he has no hostility towards him, why doesn't he help?

"Bump!" Thales hit an invisible barrier again.

He patted his head annoyed.

There are more and more such ghost things, don't they cost money and mana!

Thales turned in one direction and ran forward.

"collapse!"

It turned out to be another barrier!

This time, Thales couldn't stop. He fell to the ground and knocked his left forehead against the foot of the room next to him.

Thales grinned and kneaded his broken head, raised his bleeding head, and looked in front of him.

Something is wrong.

This is a crossroads, although the surrounding area is dark, but according to his memory, it is probably close to the center of Hongfang Street.

Even the sound of fighting gradually faded away.

Thales moved his steps slightly in the other three directions, and stretched out his hand.

Then, he touched two barriers in two directions not far away.

Thales was startled.

It's really both weird and suggestive of a horror movie.

The traverser was silent for a while, and turned to the only direction without barriers.

He stretched out his hand silently, and sure enough, this time, he walked more than ten meters in a row without hindrance.

Thales' heart sank more and more.

I didn't expect it, it's obvious that I have come here.

Why.

Fate, fate, you're such a bitch.

He slammed down his right hand that was covering his forehead, letting the blood drip onto the ground.

The traverser resolutely walked a dozen more steps on the empty street until he got close to a house.

In the center of the house is a half-closed double-opening large wooden door.

Thales raised his head. There was a big signboard on the door. The illiterate traveler could barely recognize one word. It was because he had been begging in the Black Gold Casino before.

That word is:

Chess.

Thales turned his head and looked in three other directions, remembering the pain of bleeding on his forehead.

Is there no way out?

"This invitation was sent out in a rough way." Thales murmured.

But he still sighed, stopped hesitating, pushed open the half-closed door vigorously, and walked into the chess and card room in the center of Hongfang Street.

The room was dark, except for a little light in the distance, like an old-fashioned candle.

It really sets the mood.

"Welcome to my amusement park, my little friend."

As he walked past the chess and card tables (and bumped into many), Thales heard a cheerful and relaxed voice.

"Your Majesty, Ashida Sacon, my peers are used to calling me: Magician of Qi."

a long time.

Thales tried his best in two lifetimes to calm the panic in his heart.

In the darkness in front of him, there was only a candle flickering slightly, which was the entrance to the cellar of the chess and card room.

Thales took a deep breath, walked down to the cellar, then held his breath, pressing his beating heart.

In front of him, a handsome man in blue with long dark brown hair was sitting at a long table, smiling and nodding to him.

"As for the invitation, I will pay attention to it next time."

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Sunset Temple, inner altar.

The gray-haired middle-aged nobleman couldn't hide the excitement in his heart at this moment. Before his eyes, the flame of the lamp on the altar that carried the future of the kingdom was getting bigger and bigger, and its color was getting redder and redder.

He picked up the lamp and strode out of the inner altar of the temple.

The older priest behind her was startled and reached out her hand to stop her, but then she thought of something, and her hand froze in mid-air.

The priest sighed, watched the figure of the noble go away, and sat down slowly.

After a while, the elder priest called the intern Nia who was still sleepy.

"Get ready. From tomorrow, the inner altar will be opened."

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