Kingdom’s Bloodline

"As a child, when the Earl of Lisbane told me, I always thought it was just a legend."

"No more real than the queen of the sky, or the statues of the gods in the temple."

Moral looked at the latter with complicated eyes that Thales had never seen before.

Thales recognized that expression.

That was the expression on Little Quill Barney's face after Semir swore to fail just now.

Loss, emptiness, pain, regret.

Still a bit confused and helpless.

"However, the stories that have been passed down from generation to generation in our family are true..."

He stared at the boy, his head shook slightly, his chest heaved.

It was as if he no longer knew this companion who had lived and died with him for a short time, and had adventures back and forth.

The foreign prince with the same fate as him.

Facing Moral's crossbow arrows, Thales could only clenched his lower lip.

At that moment, it seemed that even the pain in the chest was no longer important.

What can he say?

What should he say?

"...the scourge is man, or a monster that looks like man."

Moral kept his eyes on the target, and the crossbow in his hand trembled slightly.

"They breathe like us, eat like us, walk like us, and live like us in every corner of the world. Every move we take is similar in form and spirit."

He murmured subconsciously, his tone ethereal.

It seems to be retelling an old story from long ago.

"But they're not us after all."

"They will eventually tear off their masks, reveal their true colors, and begin to destroy and slaughter."

Thales subconsciously clenched his fists in his chest.

Moral's brows slowly tightened,

Taking a step back, it seems like you can't believe what you're facing.

He gritted his teeth, took a few deep breaths, and the scene just now flashed in his mind:

"That's what you are, isn't it?"

"Like just now?"

Thales, who was leaning against the wall, was silent for a while.

His face was ashen, and he didn't improve under the red firelight.

They are not us after all.

They will tear off the mask eventually.

Thales vaguely remembered every time he lost control and knocked on the door, he thought of Thales in the dream who seemed to know everything, and the consequences he faced every time he came back to his senses.

"I have no idea."

After a long time, Thales said sadly in a dreamlike tone:

"Even for me, this question is full of fog."

Moral was also silent for a while.

In the deep dungeon, only the breathing of the two could be heard for a moment.

Until Moral's sneer sounded in the air.

"So, in the disaster that King Nakaru fought... Which one are you?"

Thales was a little lost.

I only heard Moral speak in the most serious and fearful tone:

"King Calamity?"

"A catastrophe?"

"Blood disaster?"

"Secret disaster?"

"First disaster?"

Every time he said a word, Moral's expression became more serious.

These phrases only appeared in the legends of the Walton family, but he never took them seriously.

disaster.

Hearing these strange and strange nouns, Thales frowned slightly.

Until Moral raised the arm crossbow with one hand and bit out the next sentence:

"Or are you simply the chief of all disasters—"Gods Buster"?"

Gods buster.

Hearing this familiar nickname, Thales felt another pain in his chest.

The boy no longer looked at Moral, he lowered his head, half relieved, half lonely and said: "Neither."

"I am a……"

"Newcomer."

Moral paused for a moment.

"ha."

His shoulders shook slightly, his laughter was a bit sad, and even the fire and crossbow were trembling.

"So you're like White Blades, and there are newcomers..."

The words were slightly sarcastic.

In a mood that didn't know what it was like, Thales tried to raise the corners of his mouth.

"yes."

"Magician, disaster."

After thinking about it, he was slightly distracted, and his tone was lost:

"Everything is like a nightmare, no matter how many smiles and courage you muster..."

"But in the dead of night, when the dream returns at midnight, it will always come back to your eyes—"

Moral's crossbow trembled slightly.

"enough."

"Catastrophe."

He interrupted Thales, staring at the latter, his eyes were unfamiliar, the corners of his mouth were cold, and the veins on his hands were protruding:

"Do you know that no matter which temple it is, no matter how dilapidated or how small the church is, it is warning every king of Exeter that the disaster of destroying the world will come back and destroy us like it destroyed the final empire?"

Thales didn't look at him, but closed his eyes:

"I……"

But Moral wasn't going to make him answer.

The son of Nun gritted his teeth and spoke, pinching the fingers on the arm of the crossbow desperately, suppressing the complex emotions that had nowhere to go:

"You know that every Walton was taught since childhood that in the battle of the end, what kind of terror and despair, sacrifices and casualties did Nakaju and his peers endure to miraculously reverse the cold wind and defeat the crazy evil the scourge of building Exeter?"

Thales didn't open his eyes, he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth:

"Is it."

Prince Xingchen felt that the blood in his nose had stopped, and the strength of his whole body was slowly recovering under the slow infiltration of the crime of prison river, and the pain in his chest was gradually easing.

At least, he should be able to stand up by himself.

But for some reason, facing Moral who was looking at him angrily, facing the time crossbow that seemed to be crumbling...

Thales suddenly lost the motivation to stand up.

This is disaster.

Just myself.

and your own future.

he thought darkly.

A long-lost, lovely female voice sounded from his ears.

【You are going further and further down the path of misfortune. 】

[Magician, this is not a talent or a blessing...it is a curse and bad luck. 】

Listening to Moral's hateful and heavy breathing, Thales suddenly felt at that moment...

so tired.

It's like having one long, exhausting dream.

He kind of... doesn't want to stand up anymore.

[So, this is our end. 】

In the dungeon, the torch burst out a spark again.

"Is that you?" Moral asked coldly.

Thales still closed his eyes:

"What?"

Moral looked at Thales with a sad face, and the anger and doubts in his heart burned at the same time.

"Six years ago, in Dragon Clouds City... those legendary monsters would not appear for no reason."

Moral gritted his teeth:

"tell me."

"My father's death, including your veiled 'destroy half of Dragon Clouds City'..."

"Is it all about you?"

He unconsciously raised his voice and emphasized his tone:

"Look me in the eyes and tell me!"

Thales' eyebrows trembled, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.

He stared blankly into Moral's eyes.

Those angry, painful, hesitant, bloodshot eyes.

Thales' thoughts drifted away slowly.

Floating back to Longxiao City that night.

Ah yes.

Broken eaves.

Mottled broken walls.

The silence of the land.

Things that... he thought he could leave behind.

He trembled all over, but this time it wasn't from pain.

It was because his heart suddenly tightened.

Because of those inescapable facts.

A second later, Thales spit out the word in a daze:

"Yes."

Moral's arms tightened.

"That night."

"That disaster, and the hydra Kirika," Thales trembled, facing the other party's eyes:

"They will go to Dragon Clouds City and kill so many people..."

Thales closed his eyes in pain:

"It's all because of me."

"I."

silence.

For a moment, even the sound of Moral's breathing froze.

clack!

The sound of torches falling to the ground.

In the next second, Thales felt his neckline tighten, and the furious Moral lifted him up with one arm, and pressed him against the wall!

boom!

The young man groaned and endured the stagnant feeling in his chest, and suddenly felt a pain in his jaw—the crossbow of time had been pushed onto Thales' chest by Moral, pointing directly at his head, and the protruding arrow tip stuck to Thales's chest. Skin, causing bursts of tingling.

Thales has never seen Moral like this.

The latter had a ferocious face, heavy breathing, clenched teeth, and the muscles on his arms and the veins around his neck were extremely obvious.

Like a raging lion.

Just like... the former king of the Northland.

"how dare you!"

Moral growled in a low voice, Thales felt the former's muscles trembling.

He grabbed the boy's collar with his left hand, and supported the crossbow with his right hand and shoulder.

The strings on the crossbow of time are extremely tight, ready to go.

Choose people and eat them.

I saw Moral suppressing the hatred and anger like a volcano:

"Damn you... Do you know what kind of sin you are carrying and what kind of disaster it will bring?"

But Thales just had silent eyes, letting Moral threaten his life as if absent-minded.

"How dare you approach them?"

"How dare you get close to Dragon Clouds City, close to Exeter, close to father, close to... Alex!"

Moral's teeth were chattering, and his eyes were red.

"Closer to her country, her people!"

"My people!"

Moral trembled almost out of control.

"Bring my own bad luck and bad luck, and bring them the misfortune of the bloody year!"

"Do you know that your existence is the source of all disasters!"

There was another pain in Thales' jaw, and he could feel that the tip of the crossbow bolt was trembling, and it had pierced his skin.

Alex.

This name was one step faster than the crossbow arrow, piercing into his tranced brain.

No.

He was talking about... her.

Little cunning.

In the illusory memory, the bright girl with the pince-nez turned around, covered her lips lightly, and looked at him with faint surprise and indescribable eyes.

[You want to take me away? Take me back to the stars? 】

At that moment, his almost slack thoughts became clear.

Thales took a deep breath through his teeth, ignoring the pain in his jaw, and said forcefully:

"I know."

Moral was still tense and glaring, as if he was about to pull the trigger the next moment and pierce Thales' head.

Only the boy said bitterly: "I know better than you."

"Actually, I know better than everyone."

"Since that day, everything that happened to me...I know it all."

In the shield zone, every pair of eyes that want to breathe but can't breathe.

Under the hydra, every sound of crying and running for life.

In Longxiao City, every cold and dead corpse.

And he could only kneel in the middle of the road, holding the only warm life in his arms, tears streaming down his face, trembling.

He clenched his fists.

These are all his...

His blood debt.

It is because of him, and it is the consequence of every choice in his life.

It's something he has to face up to.

It is not a simple sentence of "this is not the intention" or "I have to", or even "it is not my fault" to blame others, or the more disgusting sentence "it is a pity but a necessary sacrifice", which can be forgotten lightly and can be at ease Responsibilities and burdens to avoid.

At least, he can't.

"I'm sorry," Thales closed his eyes tightly, and said softly, full of loneliness and sadness:

"sorry."

Moral's breathing became heavier.

Thales' neckline was pulled even tighter, and he could even feel a drop of blood flowing from his neck under the threat of crossbow arrows.

Thales thought about a similar scenario a long time ago.

But in those visions, what he faced was a large group of people, the whole world, no matter whether they knew each other or were strangers, their faces were all blurred, facing him as a monster and pointing at him who had brought countless disasters. give pointers.

Now, he thought—he had been lucky.

Is not it.

Thinking of this, Thales felt relieved.

He gently opened his eyes, and calmly looked at Moral in front of him, looking at the anger and sadness accumulated in the latter's eyes.

Moral...

He thought lightly.

have no idea……

When this brave prince who hides his heaviness with a smile and covers his sorrow with humor, when he walks alone step by step in the far distance of the world, drifting on the edge of the cape...

When he looked towards the direction of the north where he had mixed feelings, and towards the hometown he had left behind...

When he got the news that Dragon Clouds City was in disaster and his father died suddenly...

How do you feel?

"Let's do it," Thales calmed down completely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm ready."

The opponent's eyes were still red, staring at Thales.

The anger in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

This reminded Thales of the moment he opened his eyes in the desert.

At that time, it was this red-haired fast rope, blinking curious and excited eyes...

Thinking of this, Thales sighed softly:

"End this and leave."

"Go back to your life."

"Quick rope."

He whispered softly.

At that moment, Moral trembled slightly.

His left arm tightened, and with greater force, Thales was pinned to the wall, while his right hand tremblingly pulled the trigger of the black arm crossbow.

Thales closed his eyes.

Waiting for his end.

next moment.

"Boom!"

Thales only felt a shock on the right side of his face!

Before he could figure it out, the world spun for a while, and the whole person flew out sideways against the wall!

He fell hard to the ground.

"Ahem..."

Thales hummed in pain, his whole head was buzzing.

He first felt a numbness that spread across half of his face, and a few seconds later, it turned into burning pain, making him grin his teeth.

Thales stood up tremblingly, trying to see clearly in front of him amidst the golden stars.

how……

In the next second, a hard object was stuffed into his left hand.

Thales was startled at first, then realized that it was the hilt of the sword.

Soon, his right arm tightened, and his whole body was pulled up!

Put on thick, broad shoulders.

An arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him up abruptly.

In astonishment, Thales shook his head desperately, shaking the golden stars all over the sky.

He was surprised to see:

I was leaning on the shoulder of the fast rope, sometimes high and sometimes low, being supported by the latter to move forward.

From the boy's point of view, only Kuaisheng's side face can be seen, but the real expression cannot be seen.

And the crossbow bolt in the latter's hand has long since disappeared, replaced by the torch that fell to the ground.

"You..." He only had time to utter one word, and the cheek that had been punched by the fast rope was painful.

"Shut up," Kuaisheng interrupted him mercilessly, gnashing his teeth, vaguely revealing his unsteady and hesitant emotions:

"The enemy is still there."

He held up the torch, shining forward, trembling all over:

"Go to a safe place."

Thales was stunned.

"But……"

"Shut up!"

Kuaisheng turned his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at him viciously, his tone was full of roughness and rudeness unique to the Northlanders:

"Don't force me to hit you again! I still remember those two slaps!"

After speaking, he turned his head away without looking at Thales, and he could still discern complex feelings in his breathing.

Thales stared blankly at his profile.

The fire flickered and the air was silent.

An unspeakable feeling hit my heart.

The prince lowered his head, gritted his teeth, dragged his weak body, leaned on the shoulder of the fast rope, and kept up with the pace.

The two left the unconscious Marina behind, breathing fast and slow, fast and slow.

Their speed is not fast, but very calm.

The two walked forward for a certain distance in silence, stepped over several corpses, and finally came to the side of the spiral upward stone steps and began to climb.

The scene was immersed in this strange atmosphere for a moment.

"Why."

In the silence, Thales couldn't bear it any longer, and whispered in Kuaisheng's ear silently.

"You clearly know..."

Quick Rope raised the torch, turned a corner, and gritted his teeth.

He knew what the other party was going to ask.

"Why you--"

"How the hell do I know why!"

Kuaisheng responded to him very unceremoniously, with a serious tone and a vile attitude, which gave Thales the illusion of returning to the Northland.

He paused, with a heart full of struggle:

"You just think I'm... crazy."

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