Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the Palace of Heroes, two wounded men limped forward while supporting each other.

The man on the left has a round head and a round face, dragging a hideous black spear, while the man on the right has a pale face and holds a white-handled scimitar.

Both of them had gloomy expressions, as if there was an indelible sadness hidden in their hearts.

There were hurried footsteps in the hallway.

A dozen soldiers from the Heisha collar appeared in front of them, with murderous looks and neat movements.

The man on the right pulled the injury on his left shoulder and grunted in pain.

"Speaking of which, the little prince asked me in private..."

"Do you hate Your Majesty?" Nicole ignored the enemy he encountered suddenly. He glanced at the black spear and asked Michael, who was also dying:

"After he...?"

Michael dragged his badly injured thigh, only feeling that the soul-killing gun in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

The mighty old king and the majestic young prince appeared in front of his eyes at the same time.

"I don't have the right to hate him," the former officer said with difficulty, with a tense face, "I owe him too much."

Nikolai glanced at the enemies approaching them, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"You know, old friend."

"I always thought you were gay—you were inseparable from Prince Suriel," Meteor patted Michael on the shoulder and pushed him away, "until I found out you fucked his wife."

Michael froze for a moment.

"You have to bring this up?" Michael asked bitterly.

The soldiers of Heisha collar spread out, raised their weapons cautiously, and slowly surrounded the two scarred men.

Nicolai chuckled lightly, with an open-minded expression.

"Then you should struggle to live."

Nikolai pressed Michael's shoulders, blocking him behind him, facing the enemy in front of him.

The meteorite raised the soul-breaking blade, felt the muscles that were almost uncontrollable under the serious injury, and said silently: "Even for your Mrs. Adele."

Michael looked at Nicolai's back with complicated eyes.

After a few seconds.

"Don't keep thinking about leaving your comrades behind, be a hero by yourself," Michael said without hesitation with his Soul-killing gun on the ground, dragging his injured leg and standing beside Nicolai, facing the enemy with him : "Didn't Kaslan get enough of the whip back then?"

This time, it was Nicolai's turn to fall silent.

The meteorite lowered his head and sneered.

Michael couldn't help curling his mouth as he recalled the past.

A few seconds later, the two laughed heartily at the same time.

The half-encirclement of Heisha collar has been formed, and the enemies look fierce: "Be careful with that gun... attack their wounds."

The two who were seriously injured did not speak, but raised their weapons, preparing for what might be the last battle in their lives.

at this moment.

"beep--"

A shrill trumpet sounded clearly and distinctly from the center of the Palace of Heroes.

Nicolai and Michael were stunned for a moment!

This is……

"beep--"

The soldiers of Heisha collar looked at each other in surprise.

It was like hearing the most incredible order.

————

Amidst the shrill sound of the trumpet, Tuleha grabbed Cohen's collar and looked up in shock.

"Impossible," the Fire Knight put down the security officer in his hand, and murmured, "This is..."

Cohen's eyes are open in a daze, feeling the pain and loss of strength all over his body-his right arm is starting to hurt again.

He lost.

Obviously I have tried my best to fight, I have seized every opportunity, I obviously...

This is the first time he has experienced the powerlessness when facing the extreme situation.

But that's nothing.

In the hazy vision of the police officer, the young figure lying on the ground was motionless and lifeless.

Raphael.

Tears blurred Cohn's eyes.

how come……

Cohen tremblingly looked at Tuleha who was puzzled, and then at his own sword on the ground.

The weapon that pierced Raphael's heart.

"Bearer".

No.

No!

Cohen cried out in pain.

There was blood in front of his eyes.

The heat of the sun saber invaded his skin, and Korn seemed to have returned to the scorching desert.

The old soldier's voice seemed to sound in my ears again:

"Young master, do you want to kill that orc, that monster, and avenge them all?"

"Do you want to get out of here and go back alive?"

"First of all, you have to change yourself, get rid of some burdens: become a real monster."

"Just like them."

Cohen's pupils gradually focused, and the blood in front of his eyes became thicker and thicker.

become……

like them...

monster……

In the next second, the glory of stars in Cohen's body exploded.

Tuleha lowered his head subconsciously.

The vigilante, who was still dying before, had a fierce look in his eyes, roaring and stretching out his starry hands!

Tuleha was surprised!

Cohen firmly grasped Tuleha's arm, and slammed it desperately!

The knight flicked the Rising Sun Saber in his hand very quickly.

But Cohen's instant outburst exceeded his estimates.

The security officer struggled violently to get up from the ground, and hit the Flaming Knight's chest with a head hammer!

Boom!

Kill him.

tear him apart.

Tuleha groaned and took two steps back, surprised that his opponent still had the strength to attack.

The two were too close, the sun saber could only brush against Cohen's shoulder, and there was a smell of cooked meat amidst the sizzling sound.

The police officer's shoulders burst into flames.

But Cohen ignored it with red eyes, and took a step forward with a growl.

Just like a beast, smash Tulehapu against the wall!

cut him off.

Chew him up.

The Flaming Knight drew back his saber, but Cohen held down his wrist.

The blade had only time to burn a horrific gash on the side of the constable's neck.

"ah!"

In the extreme pain, Cohen, whose left shoulder was burning, roared and pressed Tuleha's arms tightly.

He felt the light of the stars pouring out from his heart, no matter the cost.

Seemingly endless energy filled his muscles, expanding and contracting his tendons, numb his nerves, making him feel no fatigue or pain in his body.

That's what it feels like...

this pleasure...

His eyes were red.

There is only one thing on my mind.

Like a...monster.

monster……

An inexplicable and familiar impulse spread from the bottom of my heart.

smash him.

destroy him.

He could feel the pulse from his heart, which became faster and more trembling.

It is also approaching the limit of the heart load step by step.

"On the battlefield, some veterans are inconspicuous." Tuleha, who was caught off guard, was expressionless: "But once you see blood..."

"You will turn into a demon on the battlefield, and even your personality will change."

As soon as the words fell, Tuleha responded with a header!

He made another knee bump, knocking Cohen, who was at the end of his strength, three meters away, and fell heavily.

"Ahh..." Cohen growled and struggled to his feet.

Grinning his teeth, he raised his head, looked at his opponent frantically, and stretched out his hand to extinguish the flame on his shoulder.

He only felt that the blood in his whole body was stirring, and the pleasure was endless.

hunt him down.

Grind him.

Amidst the sound of the trumpets lingering in his ears, Tuleha walked up to Cohen, looking at the beast-like police officer, his eyes burning.

The Flaming Knight flicked the blade in his hand, and said disdainfully: "This is a good thing, soldier,"

Tuleha slowly opened his eye sockets, and madness and satisfaction began to burn inside: "Accept our nature as killing tools."

"After all," he raised his knife and grinned, "Human beings are born to kill their own kind."

Cohen was grinding his teeth, his eyes were terrifying, and he was bending over like a wild beast, as if he was about to pounce at any time.

monster……

Abandon... cumbersome...

like a...monster...

Korn's red eyes flicked over his opponent's arms and limbs, over the "Bearer" sword on the ground.

Almost like an instinct, he instantly thought of the path and method of attack.

Kill him!

tear him apart!

at this moment.

A hand was on Cohen's shoulder.

Cohen, who was highly nervous, trembled suddenly, and was about to turn around and shoot!

"Relax."

"It seems to be the truce of Heisha Ling." A brisk and weak voice sounded from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Cohen and Tuleha froze at the same time!

Although the voice was not heavy, it was full of bewilderment:

"That kid... actually did it."

At that moment, Cohen's emotions began to fade, and the red in front of his eyes slowly disappeared.

The glory of the stars in the body also slowly receded.

The police officer turned around trembling.

Tuleha was completely stunned, his eyes staring in disbelief.

He watched the man behind Cohen clutching his chest, leaning on Wyah's shoulder, and stood up with difficulty.

"How...how can..." The Flame Knight stammered, "How is it possible?"

Cohen reached out tremblingly, took the other's arm, and held him up, with shock written all over his face:

"Raphael?"

"You...how do you..."

The man whose heart was pierced by a sword, Raphael Lindbergh, a young man from the Kingdom's Secret Department, had a pair of red pupils open, and black veins welled up on his face.

Like a black snake crawling up its face.

The Flame Knight stared intently at the young man's heart—it was as good as ever.

He swept the ground again—the pool of blood hadn't disappeared yet.

Impossible to stab just now...

Clothes are still torn...

but……

"Impossible." Looking at the smooth skin on the opponent's chest, and at the strange black lines on his face, Tuleha frowned, dignified like never before: "What on earth are you...?"

Raphael shrugged weakly, the black veins on his face trembled.

"what?"

"Fire Knight, you said that you... were calcined in the hell of blood and fire?"

In the retreat number of Heisha Ling, Raphael showed a smile.

He pressed his body on the shoulder of Huai Ya who was also shocked, and the black veins on his face gradually faded:

"I doubt it very much."

"You must have never seen... a real hell."

————

When Thales walked out of the Hall of Heroes in a trance, he almost collapsed.

The white blade guards and palace guards headed by Lord Justin, and even the Grand Duke's personal guards all stared at the young prince with strange and surprised eyes.

Headed by Viscount Canbida, the larger number of Heisha collar fighters have sharp eyes, full of hatred and killing intent.

Many people's weapons have been stained with blood.

But facing the two groups of soldiers with swords drawn in front of him, Thales, with a relaxed expression, seemed to be at ease and did not respond.

Compared to what's going on in the lobby...

The prince smiled.

Once upon a time...

"Relax." Thales exhaled wearily, and shook his hands at the people on both sides indifferently, as if they were just rows of clay statues.

"The truce has been blown..." The little figure limped past the formation of swords, lights and swords: "It's not that you didn't receive the order..."

Thales is like a sailboat that separates the waves. Wherever it goes, whether it is Heisha Ling or the people on the side of the Palace of Heroes, they consciously or unconsciously give way to both sides.

It seems that the prince's young figure is particularly lonely.

Thales trekked forward step by step, only feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

He walked past the suspicious white-bladed guards, the ferocious black sand collar infantry, the heavy sword, the bow and crossbow, the iron shield, and the terrifying chain hammer and hammer.

But none of this caught his attention.

Until the end of the crowd, a familiar figure appeared in front of Thales.

Thales stopped in his tracks.

He curled the corners of his mouth.

The suppressed heartbeat that had almost stagnated for a while suddenly became cheerful.

Thales raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin man in front of him—his hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and the signs of being bound were still obvious.

"Good day, Putilai," he sighed slowly, curling the corners of his mouth, "I'm so embarrassed."

"Good day, Your Highness," Putilei looked at him with deep eyes, nodded, calmly and calmly:

"Each each other."

Standing in the tight encirclement of the black sand collar, two people, one big and one small, looked at each other quietly under the watchfulness, hatred, or resentment from the surroundings.

A second later, Thales showed a forced and weak smile, and he lowered his head: "Thank you."

"No, we should thank you," Puttilai sighed softly, blinked his eyes, looked at the soldiers with unfriendly expressions around him, and said with emotion: "You have just achieved that even if you are an extreme master, even if you have thousands of troops, even if you Things that neither gods nor disasters can do..."

"we won."

we won.

Won?

Deputy envoy Xing Chen noticed sensitively that the prince's mood was not high.

"Ah," Thales shrugged, with a sad expression: "What about the others?"

Putilei narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The truce has just sounded," the skinny deputy exhaled lightly: "Give them some time."

Thales lowered his head.

those people.

Those who sacrificed their lives to lure the enemy so that he could sneak into the hall smoothly...

How many more will come back?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that besides the two groups of people, there were five or six people standing far away in the corridor, watching this side vigilantly and calmly.

The leader was an old man. His cheeks were sunken, his nose bridge was not high, and his eye sockets were not sunken like those of ordinary northerners. He was quietly and calmly closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Thales recognized this old man who had only two faces—before King Nun and Peifite duel, he was the one who scolded several rebellious grand dukes, and before Thales' carriage broke into the city gate, He is also walking beside the Scarlet Witch.

"That's..." Thales wondered.

Puttilai followed his gaze and nodded: "Well, the fief Earl of Dragon Clouds City, King Nunn's most trusted vassal for many years, and Prime Minister Lisbane of the Imperial Council."

"When he and the chief priest of Haoyue Temple appeared at the same time, I was also taken aback."

Thales looked at the few guards around Lisbane and was surprised:

"Leaving the troops behind and following the chief priest into the palace alone, he is really courageous."

Puti Lai smiled slightly.

"If you have learned anything during our journey, Your Highness," Xing Chen's deputy envoy said calmly, "then I hope it is..."

"Never underestimate the courage of the Northlanders."

Thinking of Nunn and Rumba, Thales sighed and nodded in response.

At this moment, the peripheral vision of the two moved together.

One of the four corridors leading to the Hall of Heroes, at the end of which two people appear.

It was a young man, and a man in his prime.

That was the star veteran who followed Thales in the birch forest, Gennad, who used to follow the personal guard of the Star God of War, leaning on the shoulder of the new recruit Willow, walking tremblingly towards this side.

The soldier with the gun was pale and seemed very nervous.

Thales relaxed.

Behind them, there are two men of the white blade guards with tired looks: Nicolai and Michael seem to be seriously injured, they help each other and walk limping.

A figure appeared in front of his eyes: white blade guards, soldiers of the stars, not only their people, but also soldiers of the black sand collar.

In the other corridor, the Flaming Knight with a displeased expression was wearing a light armor with obvious damage, and his strong body was walking slowly, as if he was not injured at all.

Behind him, Cohen and Wyah, who looked sluggish, and Raphael, who was pale, shuffled and smiled at them.

Thales clenched his fists.

A group of soldiers from the Heisha collar came back carrying a stretcher and a short-haired woman Thales didn't know, only to see Viscount Canbida's face change and he walked forward.

At the end of the line, the Wind Follower struggled against the splint of his right hand and carried the dying Miranda Aarend on his back, appearing in sight.

The female swordsman was immediately taken over by Cohen and Raphael, who had a bad complexion.

At that moment, Thales took a breath, and then exhaled deeply.

Not all of them are back, but...

At least……

At least……

Looking at the people walking in the distance, Thales finally couldn't support the exhaustion of his body, and he sat down on the ground.

At this moment, Deputy Envoy Xingchen saw the prince tightly closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, Putillai," Thales said with trembling voice, gratified:

"we won."