Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Be careful of his attack!" Huai Ya's voice came from beside his ear: "Just hold him back!"

The blade sliced ​​across the top of Cohen's head, bringing a burst of heat.

Thinking of the power of that weapon, Cohen didn't dare to resist or fight back at all.

He could only frown, leaning on his side with a short body, rolling on the ground in pain, avoiding the Rising Sun Saber.

This is the third time he dodged in embarrassment.

The smell of burnt hair came from the nose.

Damn.

Cohen clenched the "Bearer" sword angrily, feeling that he had never encountered such an aggrieved battle.

Even in the face of the gray bastards in the desert who were more than two and a half meters tall, relying on his tall figure and extraordinary arm strength, the police officer dared to fight his injuries a few times to create opportunities for his companions to attack.

But face this...

"careful!"

Before Cohen could finish his thoughts, Rom Tuleha, the Flaming Knight of Black Sand, one of Exeter's Five Generals, rushed forward with his strong body!

The police officer's pupils suddenly shrank!

why so fast...

The Flame Knight's solid punch hit the middle of the hilt that Cohen hastily raised!

"Boom!"

The latter was shaken so that his chest hurt, his body was unstable, and his feet swayed again!

Before he had time to surprise the opponent's madness of only attacking but not defending, the fiery temperature of the Rising Sun Saber hit Cohen's face again.

But Cohen was in the predicament of just gaining a firm foothold, and he didn't even have time to adjust his posture, let alone defend!

Cohen was shocked.

Oops.

Cohen, who had experienced many fights, immediately understood.

"Remember, fighting is not a game of changing hands between you and me, let alone a round-based boxing show to see who can be beaten more,

This is what his teacher once told him: "Every time you give up an attack, counterattack or defense, and instead retreat or dodge, you turn yourself into a stake." "

"It's more like the opponent has an uninterrupted attack opportunity for nothing: he can better grasp the rhythm, adjust his posture, shoot with peace of mind, superimpose the offensive, and attack a more threatening move-you take a step back, it is equal to the enemy's attack. Take two steps forward, and many victories and losses will be decided in one breath."

Cohen gritted his teeth: That's right, you can't change hands in battle.

I was afraid of the opponent's weapon superiority, and blindly dodged, regardless of defense or counterattack, so Tuleha's attack was not hindered, and one knife was more fierce than one knife.

In the end, the security officer has lost all his advantages, unable to fight back, and is at the mercy of others.

As with the chess game, in a battle, changing hands means a dead game!

Cohen regretted it, but could only watch the Rising Sun Saber getting closer.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Cohen was in a critical situation, Wyah roared angrily, unfolded the single-edged sword with only two-thirds left, and attacked Tuleha's back!

The Blade of No Return filled his right arm, releasing the purest killing intent amidst the stabbing pain.

Huai Ya made up his mind, he must force Tuleha to return the knife to defend.

In the nick of time, Cohen was surprised to find that Tuleha's protruding body swayed slightly, and the Rising Sun Saber no longer moved forward.

A ruthless look flashed across the flame knight's eyes.

The police officer felt a chill in his heart.

"Be careful!" Cohen realized the crux of the situation in an instant, ignored himself, and yelled at Huai Ya angrily: "His goal is..."

But before Cohen finished speaking, Tuleha's body suddenly spun!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"laugh!"

This is the sound of Huai Ya's broken sword cutting at the joint of the armor on Tuleha's left upper arm, tearing apart the flesh and blood.

Facing Wyah's attack, the Flame Knight had no intention of defending. He calmly threw away his left arm while turning around.

"Boom!"

Huai Ya stared wide-eyed, watching Tuleha disregarding the injury on his arm, passed through his sword shadow with his left hand, and strangled Huai Ya's neck!

Lift him up vigorously, feet off the ground.

"boom!"

Wyah only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head - he was pushed hard against the wall by Tuleha.

"Clang!"

Only half of his single-edged sword fell to the ground feebly.

Cohen watched in a daze as Tuleha restrained Wyah in an instant and pressed him against the wall.

"Dropped twice by the same move?" Tuleha raised his bloody left arm, and looked coldly at the prince's attendant who was strangled by him and struggling in vain: "You still want to hold me back? Do you know how to fight, nobleman?" Master!"

Huai Ya desperately grabbed Tuleha's iron-banded left hand, bent his legs, and slammed on the wall!

His left leg kicked against the wall, and his right leg kicked out fiercely!

Tuleha turned slightly.

"Boom!"

Wyah's right leg hit Tuleha's belly armor.

But apart from the tremor of the armor, the Flaming Knight just remained motionless.

"Fight," Tuleha said coldly, talking to himself, "This is a game where you risk your life."

Wyatt showed a shocked expression.

how come……

"Conservatives are beaten with their heads in their hands, and fanatics fight to the death." Under Wyatt's unwilling eyes, the Flame Knight raised the sun saber in his right hand, and said in a cold tone: "Only those who wander back and forth between calmness and madness, Only then can we enjoy the final victory.”

The Rising Sun Saber aimed at Wyatt's chest, emitting amazing heat again.

Huai Ya, who was unable to struggle, felt the temperature rise, and felt a chill in his heart.

The security officer roared angrily, struggling to get up from the ground, but found that it was too late.

Back and forth, how many minutes have passed?

Have they failed completely?

The saber lunged forward, piercing Wyah's chest.

at this moment.

A palm suddenly appeared in front of Tuleha.

Tuleha frowned slightly.

"Snapped!"

The Flame Knight's weapon was "grabbed" by this palm.

The Rising Sun Saber cut through this palm, where the palm meets the hilt.

There was a frightening "sizzling" sound between the blade and the palm, and the flesh and blood were scorched black, and even sparkled.

"I've got you," came a young and calm voice, panting slightly: "Sun Saber, Flaming Knight."

Both Cohen and Wyatt turned their heads in surprise.

Raphael Lindbergh stood in front of Tuleha, expressionlessly stretched out his scorched right hand, ignoring the threat of the hot blade, firmly grasping the handle with five fingers.

He didn't seem to notice the flame burning on his palm.

"When I lost the Rising Sun Saber, Rom Tuleha," Rafael pinched Tuleha's wrist with his left hand, and moved the two hands back and forth, tightly controlling the Rising Sun Saber in front of him. He only heard him whisper: "Are you still that Flaming Knight?"

Tuleha's pupils shrank, looking at Raphael's right hand that was burned badly, but still firmly grasping the handle and blade.

Looking at the scorched black hand, no one was more surprised than him.

Although it looks miserable... But, the high temperature of the Rising Sun Saber can even melt gold into cast iron!

Tuleha was shocked: There is a problem with this guy's hand...

Who was he—no, what was he?

"In a life-threatening game," Raphael, who suddenly appeared, glanced at Cohen, and said coldly to Tuleha: "Extreme or mortal, their lives—there is no difference!"

In the next second, Cohen, who had been in harmony with him for many years, roared and exploded!

Starlight shines on his skin and blade, attacking Tuleha!

Tuleha exerted strength with his right hand, but found that his right arm was still tightly controlled by Raphael—the young man's arms made strange rustling noises, trembling constantly, extremely strange.

The knight frowned.

His right arm only moved a few inches, but the young man firmly held it down with his ingenious angle and focus, making him unable to move!

wrong!

The Flaming Knight couldn't hide the shock in his heart: This kind of strength——doesn't match his size at all!

In the next breath, Tuleha showed a ferocious expression, turned his right wrist, and tried to break through all the sharpness with the sun saber to force Raphael back.

As he turned, the blade drew out!

However, Raphael, who was clamping the enemy's arm, just adjusted his figure, and then flashed to the outside of the enemy's forearm, the blind spot of the Rising Sun Saber.

Only a piece of clothing was cut off by the blade and burned to ashes.

Tuleha felt a chill in his heart.

Oops.

Can't move, can't dodge.

The weapon is restrained and cannot be blocked.

This is this young man, is he a good strategy?

While thinking, the Flaming Knight's vest turned cold—behind him, Cohen raised his saber "Bearer" with a determined expression, and the power of ending filled his arms.

Aiming at the back of Tuleha's neck, the security officer roared angrily, and slashed with an astonishing sword!

"laugh!"

The sword edge broke Tuleha's neck.

Bring out the blood.

————

"Although this girl is of Walton's blood," Lunba said coldly, "but she is only a woman, and she has no right to inherit the position of Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds at all — no matter standing here and questioning us!"

The Grand Duke Heisha cast his terrifying eyes on Thelma, which made the girl slightly startled, and unconsciously touched the "Triumph" in her hand.

"Put away your unnecessary sympathy and habitual fear, Grand Dukes," Luba said in an unquestionable tone: "She is not us, this girl has no right to make decisions about Exeter's future."

Grand Duke Trudida shrugged slightly, seeming to agree.

at this moment.

Under the eyes of several grand dukes, Thales let go of Selma, and stepped forward slowly but decisively.

"So you finally said it, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Lombard."

Thales said softly, "For Exeter?"

Rumba's face moved slightly.

Thales secretly clenched his fist.

Selma used her own identity to open up an opening for him to break the situation, and he wanted to seize the opportunity and press harder and harder.

Use the remaining chips in his hand.

Defeat them!

Thales took a deep breath, with determination in his eyes: "As the Grand Dukes of Exeter, facing the huge threat of the Star Kingdom, you must stand together, right?"

As soon as his words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the hall changed.

People began to breathe disorderly.

The princes looked at him differently.

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly: "What?"

"Look," Rumba snorted coldly, "he knows better than us."

Grand Duke Lecco reacted and coughed lightly: "I have to admit that our two countries are rivals..."

To everyone's surprise, Thales interrupted Lecco with a strange response at this moment.

"right!"

"On this point, I absolutely agree with your point of view, Your Excellency Grand Duke Lecco," the Prince of Stars said calmly, "In order for the future of Exeter not to be destroyed by stars, you should do so and unanimously point the finger at me And the country behind me—even if it violates the covenant of co-governance, even if it violates your conscience."

"Your choice is correct." Thales said firmly.

As soon as this remark came out, Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly, and Grand Duke Lombard's eyes froze in the air.

The Grand Dukes looked at each other, their eyes mixed with confusion and surprise, as if they were uncertain about Thales' words.

Thelma behind him started slightly and tugged on his sleeve.

Thales ignored her, but looked straight at the only person in the field with an expressionless face - Grand Duke Lecco of the guard city.

There was a peaceful but complicated light in the eyes of the Grand Duke, which was in perfect contrast to the pure coldness in the eyes of the Grand Duke Lombard.

"But have you thought about it?"

Thales slowly adjusted his speaking speed, breathing and heartbeat steadily: "Have you thought about it?"

He knew that what he was going to say next was the key.

"What you're doing now won't ultimately benefit from your Excellency, Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Lecco," Thales said softly, and slowly turned to Ronnie, Trudida, and Olesi in turn. : "Nor yours, yours, or your Exeter, the four great dukes."

Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes slightly.

Under the complicated eyes of the four Grand Dukes, Thales continued to speak:

"Everything you have compromised and fought for standing here is for 'his' Exeter."

In the hall, the vicissitudes and roughness of the Grand Duke Heisha suddenly enlarged his eye sockets!

He looked at Thales with all his might!

It seemed to tear his whole body apart.

But Thales didn't realize it.

Thales took a step forward, looking at Grand Duke Heisha with a calm expression:

"It's Charmain Rumba, his own Exeter."

Rumba slowly clenched his fists, facing Thales' gaze, boundless anger welled up in his heart.

that boy.

The biggest surprise!

"For his own Exeter," the Prince of the Stars said softly, with calm eyes, "The Duke of Lombard has the most thorough awareness, and he can sacrifice everything."

He turned his head suddenly, looked at the four princes, and said decisively:

"For example, from the very beginning, he was prepared to sacrifice those who swore to be allies with him..."

"But it has been kept in the dark..."

"Allies."

The eyes of the princes all froze.

Boom!

The scabbard of the Grand Duke of Lombard landed heavily on the ground!

It attracted the attention of many people for a while.

"I'm really fed up," Rumba said with a hint of imperceptible sullenness in his voice: "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Since just now, our grand dukes have stood here so stupidly watching him perform?"

The Grand Duke glanced at the Grand Duke Heisha.

Thales pursed his lips—he knew that the attitude of the grand dukes would determine the direction of the battle.

"Don't forget the heavy responsibility we carry, and the still heavy future."

Rumba reminded the four Grand Dukes in a warning and impatient tone: "Please remember, he is our enemy, and judging by his performance, he may be the most terrible enemy."

The princes did not speak.

Thales felt that because of nervousness, Thelma grabbed his hand suddenly with force.

Rumba looked at the silent princes and nodded.

He turned his head: "Guards..."

Taylor's heart tightened!

He looked at the grand dukes, anxious in his heart.

Hurry up.

Hurry up!

at this moment.

"Charmain!"

A voice that was clearly old and murky, but sounded like heaven to Thales, interrupted Rumba just in time.

Grand Duke Lecco touched his bald head, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath.

"Charmain, Charmain, as the Grand Duke of the Northland, your courage, strategy and means are rare among your peers. I admire you very much," Grand Duke Lycco said slowly: "I think, even the 'Whisperer ' Solon III, can't do better than you."

Rumba didn't speak, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

The next moment, Grand Duke Lecco opened his eyes that had changed from muddy to clear again, and looked at Thales: "But why are you so afraid of him?"

"Is it really just because the Kingdom of Stars stands behind him, or is he inherently talented?"

Rumba was slightly taken aback.

"We are not blind, Charmain," sighed the Grand Duke:

"From the boy's appearance until now, everything you have said, no matter what your standpoint, is to keep him from speaking."

Luba turned to the old man in disbelief, and then looked at the others.

But they all looked at Rumba coldly and said nothing.

At that moment, Thales' heart, which was so nervous that it was about to jump out of his chest, fell back to its original position.

"Is this child really so scary?" Grand Duke Lecco's words were light, but enough to spread in the hall:

"Could it be that he really only needs a simple sentence to kill all five of us Grand Dukes here?"

Thales raised his eyebrows slightly.

In fact—Thales took a deep breath, recalled the options Ashida gave him, and said silently in his heart:

You are absolutely right.

"Still," Grand Duke Lecco curled his mouth like an ordinary village elder, and put on an ugly smile on his wrinkled face, but his words were shocking:

"Will he really say something that will interest us all?"

Rumba scowled.

At no moment did he feel that the grand dukes in front of him were so stupid.

"If you want to listen to him, you can wait until later in the prison to interrogate slowly." Grand Duke Heisha responded coldly: "But we still have urgent things to do, don't forget that Dragon Clouds City is still in a mess Don't forget Prime Minister Lisbane..."

The Grand Duke of Lecco interrupted him loudly: "The Prime Minister of Lisbane will understand!"

The old man had serious and sharp eyes: "The question is, Charmain, as an ally, why don't you understand our concerns?"

Rumba gritted his teeth, looked at the calm Thales, and then at Lecco.

"What about you?" Grand Duke Heisha turned his head and looked at the others: "Are you going to go crazy like this?"

The one who answered him was Olsius.

"For six hundred years, the Olsius family has always reminded our descendants," the Grand Duke of Weyland stared at Thales with subtle eyes: "Never underestimate any bright star, no matter how poor he is, no matter how hard he is, he will never give up. Submit, no matter how weak you are."

Thales showed an innocent and helpless expression.

"So," Olsio changed the subject, "I'd rather listen to him before hanging him."

"I'm very supportive of you, Charmain," Trudida sighed slightly behind Olesiu, "but compared with singing the opposite, I think what we need at this time is the unity of consensus."

At that moment, Rumba clenched his saber tightly, expressionless.

He turned his head, only to find that Grand Duke Ronnie was staring at him, showing a malicious smile to Rumba.

"Go ahead, child," Grand Duke Lecco ignored Lumbard's reaction, and set the theme for the next meeting without a doubt: "Especially the part about sacrificing allies."

Thales smiled.

He knew that from this moment on, the chess game had changed hands.

The scales tipped again.

Wei Wei patted Thelma on the back of the hand to comfort her, Thales turned around and nodded slightly to Grand Duke Lecco.

"First, we all need to understand a fact."

"The assassin bought by Charmain Rumba, Biannette Sarriton, has been hiding on the cliff of the sky," Thales took a deep breath, remembering the conversation he overheard in the carriage, one word Open your mouth in one sentence:

"He plans to sneak into the Palace of Heroes from there, and take advantage of the chance that the White Blade Guards are drawn away, to assassinate King Nun in the palace."

Rumba closed his eyes.

For the first three seconds, the Grand Dukes did not respond.

But soon, the four Grand Dukes quickly looked at each other.

They exchanged surprised glances.

"Yes, in Rumba's original plan."

"King Nunn will die here inexplicably, in this heavily sealed Heroic Spirit Palace," Thales' voice was calm, but full of solemnity and sorrow:

"Die by the side of your four grand dukes."