Kingdom’s Bloodline

view all

Recently ReadCategoriesFantasyFantasyMartial ArtsXianxiaScience FictionSpiritualHistoryMilitaryUrban RomanceModern RomanceCampus RomanceAncient RomanceGirls ChannelClassic American LiteratureTraveling Time and SpaceOnline GamesCompetitive FictionFellow UncategorizedQuick NavigationHomepage

\u003eFantasy Fantasy

\u003eKingdom Blood

\u003eChapter 360 The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 1) Catalog Setting Bookmark Comments Chapter 360 The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 1)

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 6506

Nicolai frowned: "I don't understand, the White Blade Guard gave you everything..."

Monty shook his head and laughed, interrupting him: "Of course you don't understand. Flash Dance Novels"

"You are the person chosen by Kaslan, the future commander he has high hopes to cultivate, and the existence that can carry the entire battle flag for the White Blade Guard."

His breathing became rapid, his right hand was pressed tightly on the ground, and he dragged desperately, looking at Nikolai, his eyes were full of sorrow and resentment: "Three Nikolai, you are a glorious snow blade with shining blades, how could you Understand me, a dirty crow that feeds on scavengers?"

"Yes, the White Blade Guard gave us everything, but they didn't give us a choice."

Hearing the other party's inexplicable words, Nicolai felt angry in his heart: "You—"

But Monty went on talking on his own, blocking the words of the meteorite in his mouth.

"That was the second day we officially joined the team."

Monty said indifferently: "Caslan said to me suddenly that he thought I was very talented in scouting. It just so happened that after the 'coward' Lakken died of illness, the guards were in short supply of such people. There happened to be a secret mission tonight. Would you like Go and try?"

Nikolai's cheeks moved slightly - he remembered this incident, he also remembered the envious expressions and sour tone of others when Kaslan said this, as well as the uncontrollable excitement and excitement on Dazuo's face.

but……

Nicolai looked into Monty's eyes with complicated emotions, and subconsciously closed his mouth.

"That night, there was no moon..."

The Death Crow spoke softly, as if he was telling the children a long-standing lesson: "Caslan took me, together with a few other old guards, to do the first task after I joined the team, masked. .”

There was a gleam in his eyes that made Nicolai shudder: "A businessman has something that the king is interested in. We are going to find out this thing secretly. By the way..."

Monty paused, and ended the sentence in a nonchalant tone:

"...Kill his entire family."

The sun was obscured by a cloud, casting a shadow between the two.

Brings a little bit of coolness.

"What?"

Nicolai turned pale: "You?"

Monty's shoulders trembled, his facial features trembled, and he leaned against the rock and laughed:

"Hahaha," his breath was extremely unsteady, and his speech was fast and slow, like someone who had just been rescued from drowning:

"It's hard to imagine killing and setting fire with your face covered in the middle of the night, right? Especially for the majestic Captain Nikolai—the White Blade Guard is so beautiful. Guardianship is your most sacred duty."

Nicolai didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the ground.

"The moon that night was very dark, even human blood was black, and the faces could not be seen clearly."

Monty took a deep breath, trembling slightly, his pupils trembling slightly: "I'm a lookout, so I don't need to do anything."

"But Kaslan, Dominique, and the others . Gave it to me as the most special enlistment ceremony: to kill the last survivor."

"A dying, dying old woman in a hospital bed."

Nicolai, who was listening quietly, only felt a slight chill in his heart.

"They probably think that I'm a newcomer, so I'll start with the easier ones and get used to it—she's going to die anyway."

Monty gave a nonchalant laugh:

"But Kaslan and the others didn't know that when I cut the knife,

Her expression before she died was completely different from my grandma's expression before her death. flash dance novel network"

"Of course, maybe my memory is wrong. After all, I have experienced so much... The memory of the first goal is already very vague."

But Monty's smile faded, and his eyes were calm: "But they don't know."

"they do not know."

Nicolai didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the other party. As a white-bladed guard who was supposed to protect his brother, the Meteorite at this moment didn't know how to reply.

Monty took a deep breath, watching the clouds above his head slowly drift away, and the hot sun cast down again, bringing them into the light.

"That's it, stab head, before the brilliance of the bright moon, under the witness of heavy snow, hold your white blade high, drink strong wine, swear your blood oath, and become a white blade guard."

The Death Crow said lightly:

"And I, I, in the deepest darkness, in front of the faint torch, facing the deep eyes of the predecessors, I also hold the blade high, use the blood as wine, and use the head as evidence... to become another kind of white blade Guard."

"I don't even know if the handle of my knife is the snow-white customary for joining the team."

"Because it was too dark that night, too dark, too dark, and I couldn't see the color at all—I couldn't even make out the blood on that old woman's neck, let alone whether the white blade in my hand was real."

Nicolai took a deep breath: "Fuck."

"It took me a long time before I realized that the White Blade Guards of Dragon Clouds City had been doing this kind of work secretly for a long time, earlier than we imagined—besides the shiny and tough snow blade, someone had to throw it away. The bottom line, get your hands dirty and do the rough work—that’s Kaslan’s exact words.”

Monty took a few breaths, and the bloodshot eyes became more and more:

"But they are getting old, and the secret and ugly side of the White Blade Guard also needs to be replaced. Caslan needs fresh blood and a successor."

"Not to be an elite scout or front-line sentry, but to become a killer who is not afraid of getting bloody hands, a cold, ruthless and unshakable blade, a tool with no limit and no principle."

The Death Crow raised his head abruptly!

He reached out and patted his chest feebly.

"And among so many people, Kaslan chose me."

Monty gritted his teeth with a miserable expression:

"Picked me."

The wind whimpered.

The two seriously injured men faced each other silently.

"From that day on, I put down the snow blade, put on the crossbow on my back, and put on a mask," Monty faced Nikolai with his teeth shaking as he faced his half-burned face, "I became an ominous black crow chasing death and carrion. .”

Nicolai pressed the ground dejectedly: "Why, Dazui, these things...why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you?" The Deathcrow took a sharp breath, looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was desolate.

"What can you do? Assassins?"

"Do it with me? Or beg Kaslan to let me go, and just pretend that nothing that can't be known has happened?"

Nicolai closed his eyes tightly.

On the other side, the unconscious Thales groaned in pain.

Monty sneered lightly: "You don't know...it's not as simple as enlisting in the lord's guard in the countryside, just standing guard and sweeping daily, accompanied by hunting, and occasionally sending a letter to run errands."

He struggled to clenched his right fist:

"Nun is a very ambitious person, he doesn't want to be just a king in Dragon Clouds City, but the dark room that strictly abides by neutrality and has limited functions can't meet his expectations - what he needs is not eyes and ears, guards, or even soldiers, but It is a blade, a black hand, a cruel mercenary who has no bottom line, no matter the reason, is absolutely loyal to him, and fulfills his ambition for him."

"Caslan is one of them, and I am his successor."

Nikolai was silent, and kept thinking about Kaslan before he died.

Think back to that complex iceberg—the iceberg of sternness, the iceberg of laughter, the iceberg of sorrow, and, before death, the iceberg of relief.

He had wondered if he hadn't matured fast enough to share the burden on Kaslan's shoulders.

That's how tragedy ended up happening.

But today he suddenly understood.

There are others who share Kaslan's burden.

"Over ten or twenty years," Monty said, looking intently at his fists, "you can't imagine what places I've been to, what people I've met, what things I've done, and what kind of blood I've been stained with. "

"Killing and silence is only the most insignificant part of it."

"Remember when we were all wounded after the Battle of the Deep Valley, drinking in the Liberty Alliance's barracks?" The Death Crow smiled wryly, "You complained that you were guarding the palace gate all day, it was too boring, and you envied me for going out on duty all day... "

Nicolai frowned: "I..."

"But what do you know..." Monty shook his head.

"Every day, every night, every minute, every second, I will wear a differently painted mask and the same black cloak, walk in the shadows, run around in the blood, kill, kidnap, deceive, rob Looting, threatening, spying, sniping, poisoning, instigating, rape-violence, torture, torture... almost all the dirty things you can do!"

Monty's face tightened, and he swung his right fist hard.

"From Commus to the stars, from the golden corridor to the thorny land... the undercover agent who sneaks into the crowd, the scout who patrols the front line, the robber who kills and steals goods, the prisoner with many crimes, the killer who snipe the target, the sentry who sneaks into the enemy camp, and provokes the war For the sake of King Nun, I will become whatever he needs, and everything is only for power—especially after Kaslan retired, my work will only intensify."

"Facts have proved that I, who abandoned my conscience and morality, was the best tool. Wearing the skin of the White Blade Guard, during the years of serving them, I sniped and killed countless political enemies, created countless opportunities, and provoked three wars. Nunn was very satisfied with me, he even handed me over to Prince Suriel, expecting me to be his coronation assistant and his royal assassin."

Monty lowered his head, but raised his eyes, and stared at Nicolai with the whites of his eyes exposed, panting like a person before he was hanged:

"Do you understand it."

"You don't understand Kaslan, Trick, because I'm the closest person to him."

Nicolai's heart was heavy and he could not utter a word.

The Death Crow slowly raised his left palm, covering the left half of his face.

"The person you admire the most, King Nun's most trusted Kaslan Rumba, he has two faces around power."

There was a relaxed smile on the right side of his face, with the usual grumpiness and rudeness of the unabashed brown-haired knight, just like many years ago: "Behind this face, he holds a white blade, guarding the kingdom and the dragon. Xiaocheng."

Monty gently moved his left palm to cover his right face, revealing his left face, but his smile gradually disappeared. His eyes were indifferent, with sharp edges and corners. Coupled with the scorched left chin, he looked extremely ferocious: "Under the other face, he is full of bloody, spreading darkness and shadow."

Nikolai stared at him blankly, and couldn't help loosening the stone in his pocket.

He remembered the words engraved on that stone.

Monty gently lowered his hand, no expression on his face.

It looked cold and stiff.

Not popular at all.

"Under the banner of 'For Exeter', Caslan was painfully sandwiched between these two faces, suffering from it all his life, unable to extricate himself."

Nicolai shuddered slightly.

Monty snorted coldly: "Maybe he doesn't want to repeat the tragedy, maybe he's fed up with everything, so he...huh...he is inheriting the White Blade Guard, when training the last batch of newcomers..."

He stared at his old friend in front of him:

"The Kaslan of 'Shaking the Earth', the invincible Kaslan, he tore his contradictory self, his double-faced self... in two halves alive and bloody."

Nikolai's breath stopped.

The Death Crow slowly stretched out his index finger, pointing directly at the Meteorite.

His eyes focused on it carefully, as if this was aiming before a sniper:

"He gave you the bright and dazzling half."

With a serious expression on his face, he raised his voice and said, "Seri Nikolai, the meteorite who made great achievements in front of Broken Dragon Fortress."

"The leader of the White Blade Guard, the battle flag that will never fall, the impenetrable iron wall - you are the younger generation he has high hopes on, leading the future of the White Blade Guard like the leader of the wolf pack, and protecting the future like the snow eagle's wings Facing the Northland in the snow."

The Meteor said nothing.

The breeze blows again, a thin cloud invades the path of the sun, the earth is darkened, and the two people facing each other are indistinct.

Monty withdrew his fingers and turned slowly halfway, pointing to his chest.

Although the man pursed his lips, the emotions that erupted in his eyes were extremely complicated and unfathomable:

"And he gave me the dark and dirty side."

With a playful smile on his face, he said softly: "Ned Monty, the Deathcrow lingering in the boundless hell."

"A killer without a name, a beast in human skin, a cold-blooded ruthless blade, and a bloody scum covering the throne's ladder of power like a shadow under a cloud, and chasing carrion like an earthworm in a sewer and stench."

The Death Crow's smile grew brighter.

"The two of us are the two sides of the legendary 'Earth Shaker' Kaslan."

"Inheriting his supreme glory..." On the scorching ground, Monty took a deep breath, as if tasting the freshest air:

"...and endless sin."

Nikolai had a bitter expression and complicated emotions, and was unable to speak for a long time.

And Monty just smiled and looked at the sky.

As if there is his hometown there.

"Forehead……"

Not far away, Thales, who was lying on the ground, groaned in pain like a dream, as if he was going through embarrassing torture.

Nikolai frowned and looked at the prince.

At this moment, Monty's right hand jerked!

"puff!"

With a loud noise, a black lacquered crossbow flew from the air, pulled by an extremely thin iron wire, pulled it from Monty's back through the low rock, and flew into the hands of the Deathcrow.

The Meteorite suddenly changed color!

"Damn it!"

The battle resumed, and the two men, who had regained their strength a little, started to move almost at the same time!

Nicolai struggled to get up from the ground, holding a saber, and limped towards Monty with all his strength.

The Death Crow, who was sitting on the ground, gritted his teeth, put his feet into the pedals of the crossbow machine, and wound up with all his strength regardless of the injuries on his hands.

The Meteor rushed to a meter in front of Monty, but the Death Crow used one leg as the axis at the right time, rolled over on the spot, and dodged Nicolai's first knife with difficulty and embarrassment!

He also kicked up a large cloud of dust, Nikolai's eyes narrowed slightly under stimulation.

Monty's face was ugly, and his injury was aggravated by the roll.

Just listen to the sound of "da", and the winding is completed.

Calmly, the Deathcrow pulled his foot off the crossbow's pedal.

Nicolai's heart tightened!

Oops.

The meteorite man didn't procrastinate, he activated what little finishing power he had left, roaring and pounced on the Death's Crow in the smoke!

Monty, on the other hand, raised his crossbow with difficulty, and with a long crossbow bolt erected at an unknown time, he turned towards the meteorite.

One was sitting on the ground, the other was flying, the two of them at the end of the crossbow had grim faces, the distance between them was less than one meter, the blade and the crossbow arrows were facing each other!

The next moment.

"clang!"

This is the sound of the blade hitting the crossbow.

Nikolai stared at the enemy in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief: he finally hit Monty's weapon before the opponent shot the crossbow.

Facing the Rising Sun Saber, the black crossbow was strangely unbroken, but it deviated from the direction after all.

"Shua!"

This is the sharp sound of crossbow arrows leaving the string.

A crossbow bolt with a whistling passed over Nikolai's side face, and shot towards an unknown place.

"Boom!"

Nikolai slammed his knee hard, knocking the helpless Monty until he vomited blood, and fell back to the ground. His only crossbow arm was barely released and flew into the distance.

"Hold!"

The Meteor roared angrily, limped and fell backwards, barely holding on to the rock wall before falling down:

"You just don't give up, right!"

On the ground, Monty, whose face was covered in blood, tried his best to raise his head and smile.

Looking at his expression, Nikolai suddenly felt something was wrong!

"Chi-boom!"

Without warning, Nikolai slammed into the rock wall as if being pushed hard by an invisible arm, and stuck firmly to the rock wall!

"Clang!"

With a few crisp sounds, the Rising Sun Saber flew several meters away and fell to the ground, the red blade gradually cooling down.

"ah--"

The meteorite screamed in pain!

He lowered his head in disbelief, and saw a crossbow arrow slightly longer than the same kind, first passing through his left forearm, then through his left upper arm, and finally inserted into his left shoulder, nailing the meteorite man firmly. On the rock face!

How is this going?

Feeling the severe pain from his arms to his shoulders that made him almost unable to move, Nikolai, who was dripping with cold sweat, looked at the crossbow bolt in astonishment, and then at Monty who was full of smiles: He obviously missed it?

I'm not... Didn't I avoid it?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I forgot to introduce."

But Monty looked at Nikolai, who was nailed to death by the crossbow arrows, and was full of shock and anger. He still snorted coldly and pointed to the unremarkable black arm crossbow in the distance.

Following his gaze, the face of the meteorite changed.

"This junk."

"There's never been anything it can shoot." Monty's face darkened, he took a sip, and looked at the crossbow lying on the ground, as if he was extremely disdainful, "never was there any prey it couldn't shoot——its existence is To torture every master."

"Legendary anti-magic weapon,"

I only heard the Death Crow say slightly dissatisfied:

"The Crossbow of Time."

Novel recommendation: Gourmet Adventure The president is the overlord of Lengwen [Quick time travel] The emperor's rescue plan strategy master's manual [Sword 3] Desperate star Gu dog planing Jianghu training Qi Xian Zun Jintang Spring slow heaven knows Nine directions legend EXO wounded city military marriage Sultry: The major general’s beautiful wife is too hot. Hello, Mr. Mo was reborn in the 1970s. The little military wife got divorced 99 times: Young Master Li, please keep a low profile. 100 days: Young Master Ye, spoiled and addicted to another world Chef God deceitful marriage CEO: Dotes only on his little wife

There is no next chapter in the previous chapter

Bloodline of the Kingdom - Chapter 360 - The Crow and the Snow Blade (Part 1) - WuxiaWorld

Nicolai frowned: "I don't understand, the White Blade Guard gave you everything..."

Monty shook his head and laughed, interrupting him: "Of course you don't understand. Flash Dance Novels"

"You are the person chosen by Kaslan, the future commander he has high hopes to cultivate, and the existence that can carry the entire battle flag for the White Blade Guard."

His breathing became rapid, his right hand was pressed tightly on the ground, and he dragged desperately, looking at Nikolai, his eyes were full of sorrow and resentment: "Three Nikolai, you are a glorious snow blade with shining blades, how could you Understand me, a dirty crow that feeds on scavengers?"

"Yes, the White Blade Guard gave us everything, but they didn't give us a choice."

Hearing the other party's inexplicable words, Nicolai felt angry in his heart: "You—"

But Monty went on talking on his own, blocking the words of the meteorite in his mouth.

"That was the second day we officially joined the team."

Monty said indifferently: "Caslan said to me suddenly that he thought I was very talented in scouting. It just so happened that after the 'coward' Lakken died of illness, the guards were in short supply of such people. There happened to be a secret mission tonight. Would you like Go and try?"

Nikolai's cheeks moved slightly - he remembered this incident, he also remembered the envious expressions and sour tone of others when Kaslan said this, as well as the uncontrollable excitement and excitement on Dazuo's face.

but……

Nicolai looked into Monty's eyes with complicated emotions, and subconsciously closed his mouth.

"That night, there was no moon..."

The Death Crow spoke softly, as if he was telling the children a long-standing lesson: "Caslan took me, together with a few other old guards, to do the first task after I joined the team, masked. .”

There was a gleam in his eyes that made Nicolai shudder: "A businessman has something that the king is interested in. We are going to find out this thing secretly. By the way..."

Monty paused, and ended the sentence in a nonchalant tone:

"...Kill his entire family."

The sun was obscured by a cloud, casting a shadow between the two.

Brings a little bit of coolness.

"What?"

Nicolai turned pale: "You?"

Monty's shoulders trembled, his facial features trembled, and he leaned against the rock and laughed:

"Hahaha," his breath was extremely unsteady, and his speech was fast and slow, like someone who had just been rescued from drowning:

"It's hard to imagine killing and setting fire with your face covered in the middle of the night, right? Especially for the majestic Captain Nikolai—the White Blade Guard is so beautiful. Guardianship is your most sacred duty."

Nicolai didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the ground.

"The moon that night was very dark, even human blood was black, and the faces could not be seen clearly."

Monty took a deep breath, trembling slightly, his pupils trembling slightly: "I'm a lookout, so I don't need to do anything."

"But Kaslan, Dominique, and the others . Gave it to me as the most special enlistment ceremony: to kill the last survivor."

"A dying, dying old woman in a hospital bed."

Nicolai, who was listening quietly, only felt a slight chill in his heart.

"They probably think that I'm a newcomer, so I'll start with the easier ones and get used to it—she's going to die anyway."

Monty gave a nonchalant laugh:

"But Kaslan and the others don't know that when I cut the knife, her expression before death was completely different from my grandma's expression before death. Flash Dance Novels"

"Of course, maybe my memory is wrong. After all, I have experienced so much... The memory of the first goal is already very vague."

But Monty's smile faded, and his eyes were calm: "But they don't know."

"they do not know."

Nicolai didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the other party. As a white-bladed guard who was supposed to protect his brother, the Meteorite at this moment didn't know how to reply.

Monty took a deep breath, watching the clouds above his head slowly drift away, and the hot sun cast down again, bringing them into the light.

"That's it, stab head, before the brilliance of the bright moon, under the witness of heavy snow, hold your white blade high, drink strong wine, swear your blood oath, and become a white blade guard."

The Death Crow said lightly:

"And I, I, in the deepest darkness, in front of the faint torch, facing the deep eyes of the predecessors, I also hold the blade high, use the blood as wine, and use the head as evidence... to become another kind of white blade Guard."

"I don't even know if the handle of my knife is the snow-white customary for joining the team."

"Because it was too dark that night, too dark, too dark, and I couldn't see the color at all—I couldn't even make out the blood on that old woman's neck, let alone whether the white blade in my hand was real."

Nicolai took a deep breath: "Fuck."

"It took me a long time before I realized that the White Blade Guards of Dragon Clouds City had been doing this kind of work secretly for a long time, earlier than we imagined—besides the shiny and tough snow blade, someone had to throw it away. The bottom line, get your hands dirty and do the rough work—that’s Kaslan’s exact words.”

Monty took a few breaths, and the bloodshot eyes became more and more:

"But they are getting old, and the secret and ugly side of the White Blade Guard also needs to be replaced. Caslan needs fresh blood and a successor."

"Not to be an elite scout or front-line sentry, but to become a killer who is not afraid of getting bloody hands, a cold, ruthless and unshakable blade, a tool with no limit and no principle."

The Death Crow raised his head abruptly!

He reached out and patted his chest feebly.

"And among so many people, Kaslan chose me."

Monty gritted his teeth with a miserable expression:

"Picked me."

The wind whimpered.

The two seriously injured men faced each other silently.

"From that day on, I put down the snow blade, put on the crossbow on my back, and put on a mask," Monty faced Nikolai with his teeth shaking as he faced his half-burned face, "I became an ominous black crow chasing death and carrion. .”

Nicolai pressed the ground dejectedly: "Why, Dazui, these things...why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you?" The Deathcrow took a sharp breath, looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was desolate.

"What can you do? Assassins?"

"Do it with me? Or beg Kaslan to let me go, and just pretend that nothing that can't be known has happened?"

Nicolai closed his eyes tightly.

On the other side, the unconscious Thales groaned in pain.

Monty sneered lightly: "You don't know...it's not as simple as enlisting in the lord's guard in the countryside, just standing guard and sweeping daily, accompanied by hunting, and occasionally sending a letter to run errands."

He struggled to clenched his right fist:

"Nun is a very ambitious person, he doesn't want to be just a king in Dragon Clouds City, but the dark room that strictly abides by neutrality and has limited functions can't meet his expectations - what he needs is not eyes and ears, guards, or even soldiers, but It is a blade, a black hand, a cruel mercenary who has no bottom line, no matter the reason, is absolutely loyal to him, and fulfills his ambition for him."

"Caslan is one of them, and I am his successor."

Nikolai was silent, and kept thinking about Kaslan before he died.

Think back to that complex iceberg—the iceberg of sternness, the iceberg of laughter, the iceberg of sorrow, and, before death, the iceberg of relief.

He had wondered if he hadn't matured fast enough to share the burden on Kaslan's shoulders.

That's how tragedy ended up happening.

But today he suddenly understood.

There are others who share Kaslan's burden.

"Over ten or twenty years," Monty said, looking intently at his fists, "you can't imagine what places I've been to, what people I've met, what things I've done, and what kind of blood I've been stained with. "

"Killing and silence is only the most insignificant part of it."

"Remember when we were all wounded after the Battle of the Deep Valley, drinking in the Liberty Alliance's barracks?" The Death Crow smiled wryly, "You complained that you were guarding the palace gate all day, it was too boring, and you envied me for going out on duty all day... "

Nicolai frowned: "I..."

"But what do you know..." Monty shook his head.

"Every day, every night, every minute, every second, I will wear a differently painted mask and the same black cloak, walk in the shadows, run around in the blood, kill, kidnap, deceive, rob Looting, threatening, spying, sniping, poisoning, instigating, rape-violence, torture, torture... almost all the dirty things you can do!"

Monty's face tightened, and he swung his right fist hard.

"From Commus to the stars, from the golden corridor to the thorny land... the undercover agent who sneaks into the crowd, the scout who patrols the front line, the robber who kills and steals goods, the prisoner with many crimes, the killer who snipe the target, the sentry who sneaks into the enemy camp, and provokes the war For the sake of King Nun, I will become whatever he needs, and everything is only for power—especially after Kaslan retired, my work will only intensify."

"Facts have proved that I, who abandoned my conscience and morality, was the best tool. Wearing the skin of the White Blade Guard, during the years of serving them, I sniped and killed countless political enemies, created countless opportunities, and provoked three wars. Nunn was very satisfied with me, he even handed me over to Prince Suriel, expecting me to be his coronation assistant and his royal assassin."

Monty lowered his head, but raised his eyes, and stared at Nicolai with the whites of his eyes exposed, panting like a person before he was hanged:

"Do you understand it."

"You don't understand Kaslan, Trick, because I'm the closest person to him."

Nicolai's heart was heavy and he could not utter a word.

The Death Crow slowly raised his left palm, covering the left half of his face.

"The person you admire the most, King Nun's most trusted Kaslan Rumba, he has two faces around power."

There was a relaxed smile on the right side of his face, with the usual grumpiness and rudeness of the unabashed brown-haired knight, just like many years ago: "Behind this face, he holds a white blade, guarding the kingdom and the dragon. Xiaocheng."

Monty gently moved his left palm to cover his right face, revealing his left face, but his smile gradually disappeared. His eyes were indifferent, with sharp edges and corners. Coupled with the scorched left chin, he looked extremely ferocious: "Under the other face, he is full of bloody, spreading darkness and shadow."

Nikolai stared at him blankly, and couldn't help loosening the stone in his pocket.

He remembered the words engraved on that stone.

Monty gently lowered his hand, no expression on his face.

It looked cold and stiff.

Not popular at all.

"Under the banner of 'For Exeter', Caslan was painfully sandwiched between these two faces, suffering from it all his life, unable to extricate himself."

Nicolai shuddered slightly.

Monty snorted coldly: "Maybe he doesn't want to repeat the tragedy, maybe he's fed up with everything, so he...huh...he is inheriting the White Blade Guard, when training the last batch of newcomers..."

He stared at his old friend in front of him:

"The Kaslan of 'Shaking the Earth', the invincible Kaslan, he tore his contradictory self, his double-faced self... in two halves alive and bloody."

Nikolai's breath stopped.

The Death Crow slowly stretched out his index finger, pointing directly at the Meteorite.

His eyes focused on it carefully, as if this was aiming before a sniper:

"He gave you the bright and dazzling half."

With a serious expression on his face, he raised his voice and said, "Seri Nikolai, the meteorite who made great achievements in front of Broken Dragon Fortress."

"The leader of the White Blade Guard, the battle flag that will never fall, the impenetrable iron wall - you are the younger generation he has high hopes on, leading the future of the White Blade Guard like the leader of the wolf pack, and protecting the future like the snow eagle's wings Facing the Northland in the snow."

The Meteor said nothing.

The breeze blows again, a thin cloud invades the path of the sun, the earth is darkened, and the two people facing each other are indistinct.

Monty withdrew his fingers and turned slowly halfway, pointing to his chest.

Although the man pursed his lips, the emotions that erupted in his eyes were extremely complicated and unfathomable:

"And he gave me the dark and dirty side."

With a playful smile on his face, he said softly: "Ned Monty, the Deathcrow lingering in the boundless hell."

"A killer without a name, a beast in human skin, a cold-blooded ruthless blade, and a bloody scum covering the throne's ladder of power like a shadow under a cloud, and chasing carrion like an earthworm in a sewer and stench."

The Death Crow's smile grew brighter.

"The two of us are the two sides of the legendary 'Earth Shaker' Kaslan."

"Inheriting his supreme glory..." On the scorching ground, Monty took a deep breath, as if tasting the freshest air:

"...and endless sin."

Nikolai had a bitter expression and complicated emotions, and was unable to speak for a long time.

And Monty just smiled and looked at the sky.

As if there is his hometown there.

"Forehead……"

Not far away, Thales, who was lying on the ground, groaned in pain like a dream, as if he was going through embarrassing torture.

Nikolai frowned and looked at the prince.

At this moment, Monty's right hand jerked!

"puff!"

With a loud noise, a black lacquered crossbow flew from the air, pulled by an extremely thin iron wire, pulled it from Monty's back through the low rock, and flew into the hands of the Deathcrow.

The Meteorite suddenly changed color!

"Damn it!"

The battle resumed, and the two men, who had regained their strength a little, started to move almost at the same time!

Nicolai struggled to get up from the ground, holding a saber, and limped towards Monty with all his strength.

The Death Crow, who was sitting on the ground, gritted his teeth, put his feet into the pedals of the crossbow machine, and wound up with all his strength regardless of the injuries on his hands.

The Meteor rushed to a meter in front of Monty, but the Death Crow used one leg as the axis at the right time, rolled over on the spot, and dodged Nicolai's first knife with difficulty and embarrassment!

He also kicked up a large cloud of dust, Nikolai's eyes narrowed slightly under stimulation.

Monty's face was ugly, and his injury was aggravated by the roll.

Just listen to the sound of "da", and the winding is completed.

Calmly, the Deathcrow pulled his foot off the crossbow's pedal.

Nicolai's heart tightened!

Oops.

The meteorite man didn't procrastinate, he activated what little finishing power he had left, roaring and pounced on the Death's Crow in the smoke!

Monty, on the other hand, raised his crossbow with difficulty, and with a long crossbow bolt erected at an unknown time, he turned towards the meteorite.

One was sitting on the ground, the other was flying, the two of them at the end of the crossbow had grim faces, the distance between them was less than one meter, the blade and the crossbow arrows were facing each other!

The next moment.

"clang!"

This is the sound of the blade hitting the crossbow.

Nikolai stared at the enemy in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief: he finally hit Monty's weapon before the opponent shot the crossbow.

Facing the Rising Sun Saber, the black crossbow was strangely unbroken, but it deviated from the direction after all.

"Shua!"

This is the sharp sound of crossbow arrows leaving the string.

A crossbow bolt with a whistling passed over Nikolai's side face, and shot towards an unknown place.

"Boom!"

Nikolai slammed his knee hard, knocking the helpless Monty until he vomited blood, and fell back to the ground. His only crossbow arm was barely released and flew into the distance.

"Hold!"

The meteorite roared angrily, limped and fell backwards, barely holding on to the rock wall before falling down:

"You just don't give up, right!"

On the ground, Monty, whose face was covered in blood, tried his best to raise his head and smile.

Looking at his expression, Nikolai suddenly felt something was wrong!

"Chi-boom!"

Without warning, Nikolai slammed into the rock wall as if being pushed hard by an invisible arm, and stuck firmly to the rock wall!

"Clang!"

With a few crisp sounds, the Rising Sun Saber flew several meters away and fell to the ground, the red blade gradually cooling down.

"ah--"

The meteorite screamed in pain!

He lowered his head in disbelief, and saw a crossbow arrow slightly longer than the same kind, first passing through his left forearm, then through his left upper arm, and finally inserted into his left shoulder, nailing the meteorite man firmly. On the rock face!

How is this going?

Feeling the severe pain from his arms to his shoulders that made him almost unable to move, Nikolai, who was dripping with cold sweat, looked at the crossbow bolt in astonishment, and then at Monty who was full of smiles: He obviously missed it?

I'm not... Didn't I avoid it?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I forgot to introduce."

But Monty looked at Nikolai, who was nailed to death by the crossbow arrows, and was full of shock and anger. He still snorted coldly and pointed to the unremarkable black arm crossbow in the distance.

Following his gaze, the face of the meteorite changed.

"This junk."

"There's never been anything it can shoot." Monty's face darkened, he took a sip, and looked at the crossbow lying on the ground, as if he was extremely disdainful, "never was there any prey it couldn't shoot——its existence is To torture every master."

"Legendary anti-magic weapon,"

I only heard the Death Crow say slightly dissatisfied:

"The Crossbow of Time."