Kingdom’s Bloodline

This is the second corridor from the rest room to the Hall of Heroes. It is narrow but transparent.

From the white blade guards to the king's official career, he is very familiar with this palace after decades of career.

However, for Brian Michael, from the time King Nun exiled him with a roar, from the time when he hugged his daughter's body and left the Hall of Heroes in a trance, the Palace of Heroes, which he was familiar with, has become his A place of pain that is difficult to face in a lifetime.

As an unforgivable and irreparable sinner, returning to the Palace of Heroes is like a long dream to him, out of reach.

So a few hours later, when Michael stood here again, he only felt that everything was like a dream.

But what does it matter?

Michael clasped the handle of the knife at his waist, telling himself that a part of his heart had already died twelve years ago, and another part died twelve years later.

And what he is doing now is nothing more than habit and instinct—this is how he convinced himself when he received the summoning order from Nikolai.

Even though he had made preparations a long time ago, asking himself that no matter what the situation was, he could accept it...

But when the enemy's figure really appeared from the shadows, Michael still couldn't help being shocked.

It wasn't until this second that Michael knew that his heart hadn't died completely, and the last part was still alive.

It just seems that this part is going to die now.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar enemy ahead, Michael sighed.

There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.

Elsewhere in the court, Michael knew, their scattered men had already begun encounters with the enemy.

Sure enough, as the deputy envoy of the stars expected——Milk sighed secretly in his heart: The enemy will not make big moves to mobilize troops, but they can send elite teams to intercept them, this group of intruders, in every corner of the palace. in the block.

Drain their energy, trap their hands, curtail their movement.

so……

Michael raised his head and looked at the silent figure in front of him.

The former officer smiled wryly.

Hope that star man's plan works.

Michael took a step forward.

"You know," Michael rubbed his dry lips with pain and sadness in his voice, "when the White Blades sent word that Charmain Rumba of the Black Sand collar was plotting a rebellion, I kept convincing myself: This should be with you Nothing to do."

"You won't participate in the..."

"It can't be you..."

Michael looked sadly at the motionless enemy in front of him, and there was even a hint of begging in his unbelievable eyes: "Why..."

On the other side of the corridor, the silent enemy slowly stepped up and walked towards him, but did not answer.

It was as if Brian Michael in front of him was just a stranger.

At that moment, Michael's expression was even more painful.

When they were only a few steps away, the enemy raised his eyes and stared at him coldly.

Michael just looked back at him quietly, as if expecting something and hesitating about something.

Finally, the enemy spoke slowly.

"So, you became the king's officer," the enemy's words seemed to be sarcasm and sarcasm,

There is still some imperceptible hatred and loathing: "Congratulations, you have changed from a commoner to a white-bladed guard, and then promoted to a king's servant..."

"Lord Byrne Michael."

"How glorious, how dazzling."

Michael swayed as if struck by lightning.

He lowered his head and gently closed his eyes.

The sound of fighting from elsewhere came again, becoming more and more intense.

"I once sent someone to Heisha Ling to look for you," Michael's voice was full of complex emotions, and his tone trembled slightly: "They all said back then that you didn't want to come back..."

The enemy sneered: "But I'm back."

"Bring my sword!"

The moment the voice just fell, the enemy's weapon was unsheathed without any warning!

"Clang!"

The blade cut through the air, the chill was overwhelming, and it collided fiercely with another blade in the air!

"clang!"

The piercing metallic sound echoed in the ears of the two of them.

Lord Michael held his saber horizontally, pressed the hilt and the back of the saber, blocked the enemy's hands from bottom to top, and said with a painful face: "Yes, you are back."

"Shua!"

The enemy's weapon was pulled away in an instant, and he was about to retreat, but at the moment when Michael was trying to slash in the opposite direction, a sword slashed at his wrist!

Michael was shocked.

Years of instinct allowed him to twist his wrist in time and step back!

With a harsh metal rubbing sound, his hilt guard blocked the blade, and Michael was able to avoid the fate of losing his wrist.

"You've become different, too." Michael glanced solemnly at the almost invincible knife-handler, and then at the murderous enemy in front of him, with complex and delicate eyes: "It's worthy of the Tower of the End."

"You're not bad either," the enemy flicked his sword, and said coldly, "It's not common to interrupt my moves."

Michael frowned, feeling more bitter in his heart.

This is……

Is it your own destiny?

As His Majesty said, to atone for the mistakes he made forever?

"Just you? What about the others?" the enemy asked coldly.

Michael sighed slightly and shook his head:

"They're where they should be."

The enemy didn't answer, just snorted softly, and immediately stepped forward, striking out with a sword again!

Michael clenched his teeth, relying on his combat experience and instinct, he advanced instead of retreating.

"Clang!" The sword clashed.

This time, Michael hit the opponent's sword before the opponent changed his moves again, interrupting the opponent's continuous moves and attack rhythm.

Amidst the enemy's bewilderment, Michael kept his feet on the ground, pushing the blade forward along with the enemy, and asked in pain, "Why?"

"Why is that you……"

The enemy couldn't help retreating under the impact of Michael's surprise, but when he retreated to the sixth step, he stepped on the ground calmly.

The power of termination surged in the body, and the enemy held the sword in both hands, and instantly slid through the center of gravity of Michael's blade!

clang!

The blade of the sword slammed into the grid, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.

"Ten years..."

"You didn't come to ask me why until now." At that moment, the enemy gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Byrne Michael in front of him, his expression was full of anger and disdain: "Isn't it too late?"

The former opponent of the officer, the female swordsman of the end, Krow Eich Michael pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, his eyes were red, and he bit out the strange and subtle words from his mouth:

"Father!"

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At the same time, Raphael, who was around the arsenal, also heard the faint sound of fighting coming from the surroundings - in this rough palace, the sound spread quickly.

But he had no intention of stopping to think about countermeasures, or rushing to the wrestling place to help.

Because at this moment, Raphael only felt a deep chill and fear.

No matter how much Raphael suppressed it, his arms were still trembling, and there were even strange noises under his skin.

Like an animal that feels threatened.

Raphael narrowed his eyes and stared at the corner ahead: he heard footsteps coming gradually.

However, his arm trembled more and more violently, the temperature of the flesh and blood under the skin rose, and the activity increased rapidly, surging back and forth like an erupting volcano.

Rafael had hardly encountered such a situation since reshaping his arm in endless pain and suffering.

Oh, only once.

Raphael's eyes moved, and he remembered the scene two years ago.

At that time, he stood respectfully behind the Black Prophet, waiting for His Majesty to summon him.

A stocky and murderous man came out of His Majesty's audience room, and when he passed by Raphael, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

At that moment, his arms began to tremble for the first time.

Afterwards, Raphael knew who the man with the vicious look was.

Alaka Mu.

From then on, Raphael knew that it was the instinct of the arm, urging him to flee for his life.

Fleeing from a danger that neither of them would be able to resist even if they both worked together.

But he can't go.

Raphael frowned.

Puttilai's strategy is very simple.

They have one more advantage over the enemy, the only advantage: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know their purpose.

so……

To keep this advantage until they succeed.

Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath with complicated emotions, and looked towards the corner ahead.

The trembling of his arm had reached the extreme, so that it began to be uncontrollable, and Raphael even had to activate the power of termination to forcibly suppress the increasingly irritable arm.

Finally, the enemy came out from around the corner.

Raphael's eyes froze.

He recognized the person who came—his portrait, which has been pasted among the top twenty on the wall of important figures in the "Exeter Intelligence Room" of the secret department.

Raphael sighed.

Apparently, I was the unluckiest one.

and……

Raphael looked at the weapon in the opponent's hand, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

Unstoppable powerful lethality.

Will and response are top notch.

Proficient in most weapons.

Rare battlefield judgment.

And the most terrifying...nearly unparalleled richness of experience.

This kind of opponent...

The enemy stopped in his tracks, his tall body was extremely oppressive.

"Strange," the visitor looked at him, speaking a common language with a strong northern accent, "under such circumstances, you still dare to disperse your troops."

"Are you covering up something?"

Raphael was slightly taken aback.

He immediately spread his hands.

That being the case.

no solution anymore.

"Yeah, we're planning..." Raphael showed a relaxed smile and shrugged:

"you guess?"

The enemy paused for a while, as if he was not used to Raphael's attitude.

The enemy murmured and said, "I suggest you..."

But before he could finish his words, Raphael suddenly turned around unexpectedly, turned his back to him, and rushed behind him!

The footsteps sounded hurriedly.

this……

The enemy was only a little dazed, but the fighting instinct immediately prevailed.

He grabbed his weapon, stepped on heavy but not clumsy steps, and chased after Raphael who was trying to escape!

Raphael was startled when he heard the footsteps behind him.

This speed will be caught up...

But before he had time to think it through, a chill came from the back of his head!

call.

The wind rushed.

Raphael tilted his head instinctively.

A black sharp blade passed by his left ear!

The moment the young man from the secret department tilted his head, his enemy nodded approvingly.

Nice crisis response.

is a potential...

But before the enemy reacted, Raphael, who was dodging in a panic, suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The young man's legs hit the ground, his right hand put on the enemy's long weapon, and he turned around to face the enemy!

The enemies who were still charging forward saw Raphael's eyes clearly: those were murderous eyes.

The enemy instantly understood: he was the prey being targeted.

Underestimate him.

I thought it was just a young man with good potential.

but……

The enemy silently thinks: I have not been on the battlefield for so long that I have committed the most fatal mistake-arrogance.

But he didn't have time to reflect on himself.

next moment.

Raphael's expression became extremely terrifying, as if he was suffering from pain and madness.

There was a harsh and frightening rustling sound from his right arm, and under the cracked sleeve, the exposed skin began to swell, emitting endless red light along the blood vessels!

Like the color of lava.

Raphael clasped the enemy's weapon with his right hand, followed the enemy's momentum, and pulled it suddenly!

The enemy holds his weapon in both hands, ready to wrestle with the opponent.

But at the moment when the enemy exerted force, his face suddenly changed drastically.

No, this strength...

It can never be a normal person...

With a sharp friction sound, the enemy couldn't hold the weapon, and Raphael's weird right hand took the weapon away with his bare hands!

When the enemy lost his balance and fell to Raphael in a moment of shock, the latter stomped on the ground coldly and rushed towards the opponent.

His left hand made the same eerie rustling sound.

It's like thousands of gnats gnawing continuously.

In the next second, Raphael calmly crossed his left elbow, and the power of finishing exploded, hitting the enemy's chest!

The enemy knew something was wrong, but he couldn't dodge it for a while, he could only make palms with his hands, and support the opponent's dangerous elbow head-on.

"Boom!"

Heavy muffled sound.

Taking advantage of the enemy's fall and his own strength, Raphael roared, and the continuous strength on his arm increased like a surging tide!

"boom!"

The enemy met the elbow head-on, and was blasted to the ground abruptly.

While feeling the numbness and sharp pain from his arms to his back, the enemy exclaimed: This power of ending is...

But it's not over yet.

I saw Raphael's right hand turning around in the air.

The enemy's long weapon has been turned upside down by him, and the sharp blade is aimed at the enemy on the ground!

The enemy's eyes froze and his pupils shrank.

Oops.

His arm was still numb.

Unable to resist and react.

And that weapon...

It's terrible.

Are young people nowadays so scary?

The enemy thought in despair.

At that moment, Raphael looked at the enemy on the ground with extremely cold eyes.

Stab with a sharp blade!

At the critical moment, the enemy uses the power of his legs and abdomen to flip up from the ground!

He turned as he rolled over, avoiding the deadly weapon.

"bass!"

The sharp blade pierced fiercely into the ground, bringing up countless broken stones.

"Boom!"

The enemy in the air hit Raphael on the head with a hammer!

It was obviously a head hammer raised from the ground, but the angle and strength seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.

At that moment, Raphael only felt dizzy, trembling even spread all over his body, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

He tightly clenched the weapon in his hand so as not to fall backwards to the ground.

But the next moment, the enemy stood firm.

The enemy's right fist hit Rafael's side face, the latter clenched his teeth, and his arms clenched again, trying to grab the enemy's hand.

But the enemy's left hand was faster than his right fist, and he rubbed his fingers into a knife in an instant. When Raphael raised his hand to block it, he bypassed his strange arms and landed on Raphael's chest abruptly!

"Boom!"

Raphael felt a chill in his heart, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest.

In the next second, he could no longer hold the enemy's weapon, and he flew out and fell to the ground.

The battle of Rabbit Rising and Falcon Falling ended in an instant.

Win or lose.

"It's... almost killing me," the enemy gasped heavily after finishing this set of combos, and pulled his long weapon out of the ground. "It's more dangerous than last time."

The enemy looked at Raphael on the ground and murmured:

"It's really rare for such a young Jijing—what you lack is just tempering and familiarity."

A few seconds later, Rafael twitched and turned over, spitting out a mouthful of blood in pain, his arms trembling constantly in severe pain.

Following his movements, Raphael's muscles and bones made an unpleasant sour friction sound like a rusted bellows.

But Raphael ignored it and just stared blankly at the enemy in front of him.

Nope.

Such a killing move...

Nothing works?

"You are very thoughtful, not simply desperate."

The enemy thumped his chest and exhaled with difficulty, as if he was very tired: "You observed very accurately, your timing was excellent, and the most rare thing is the decisiveness and courage to burst out of your full strength in an instant. Resolute."

"Even if you know, maybe after this blow, you won't be able to fight back."

Raphael sighed, and coughed up a mouthful of blood amidst the severe pain in his chest and abdomen.

"Crowey said that this time, several of her classmates from the Tower of Ending have come—all of them are seeds." The enemy said indifferently, with a sad tone.

I really miss it.

The enemy takes a deep breath.

Raphael couldn't help but startled slightly.

The enemy calmed down, raised his head, and looked into Raphael's eyes firmly and firmly: "I recognize this style."

"This kind of extreme fighting style that seeks life in a desperate situation, is cruel and decisive."

"And your Sword of Washing—although it's about the Sword of Disaster,"

In front of Raphael, the legendary commander of the White Blade Guard, Kaslan Rumba, "Shaker the Earth" breathed out, his eyes were lonely:

"You are Shao's student—the seed of the 'Sin' department in the tower."

His tone was very certain.

Raphael stared blankly at the old man, not knowing how to react.

But Kaslan just grabbed his soul-killing gun, looked at Raphael with pity and pity, and sighed faintly: "So, after the crime of Hell River, that compassionate and cruel guy is targeting this?"

Caslan gave a wry smile, mocking and sighing.

He looked at Raphael's trembling hands, and what he said made Raphael turn pale with shock:

"The underground demons..."

"That kind of weird flesh and blood that proliferates infinitely?"