Kingdom’s Bloodline

"My lord Leo Piloga, Your Excellency the Duke."

A guard soldier who walked out of the queue seemed to be in his forties, with a beard around his chin, which was quite funny. He saluted Thales respectfully:

"In your guard, he is a humble and ordinary logistics officer."

"It's an honor to serve you as a sparring partner."

Thales didn't answer right away.

He still stared at Mallos suspiciously.

Piloga didn't take it seriously either. He carefully picked a moderate practice sword from the sword stand, tried it on his glove, and poked the sand to confirm that it was a blunt sword without a sharp edge.

"Sure enough, the prince is the prince. In order to find out the power of the end, you can pull out such a big battle..."

Doyle looked at the guard colleagues standing around, who were either puzzled or dignified, and gave an envious look to the dazed prince in the field:

"When I awakened the power of the end, the old knight I served didn't know anything. That day, he fucked me exhausted as before, and he lay on the ground humming..."

"It wasn't until a year later that he realized that his servant's martial arts skills had greatly improved, and he was able to fight him evenly..."

Glover next to him remained silent, just paying attention to the field.

Doyle was used to the other party's indifference, so he just sighed silently:

"But it's okay, at least Mallos knows that the prince is still young, so he only picks people from the logistics wing to play - Piroga is average."

Glover stared at Piloga who had completed a simple warm-up on the field, frowning slightly.

Thales took a deep breath, turned to Mallos with a relaxed expression, and tried his best to ignore the eyes of the Star Lake guards:

"We... what should I do?"

Mallos smiled as usual:

"Attack, Your Highness, use your full strength—especially the finishing power that you don't understand, whether it arises on its own or in response to the time."

"That way, we have the opportunity to understand its type and profile."

"Let us also see your strength-to facilitate future arrangements for defense."

Give full play?

Thales let out a breath, feeling reluctant in his heart.

Can he say no?

But the royal guards who watched the battle had different eyes, all focused on him.

A long time ago, Hei Jian told him that it is best not to use the crime of prison river again, they cannot bear the price of death every time.

While at the Saber Camp, Ricky told him to elevate Hell River Sin, and expecting the heights he can reach, to "pull open that door."

Who is right and who is wrong?

What secret is hidden behind the crime of prison river?

The key is……

Will the Kingdom Secret Division, or even the one in the Fuxing Palace be interested in this secret?

How does it compare with mana and disaster?

Thales couldn't help swallowing when he thought of the scene where Sackel was chasing and killing him.

No.

Thales made up his mind.

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head and looked directly at the opponent in front of him.

They cannot know.

"Your Highness, don't be restrained," Piloga stood up in the training ground early, with the tip of his sword pointing to the ground, respectful as before:

"Don't worry about me either—it's my job."

Thales nodded expressionlessly.

Can't know.

As all eyes watched, the prince seized a shield from the weapon rack, fastened it to his left arm with a leather strap,

cannot.

Thales walked slowly to the center of the venue.

He glanced at Mallos one last time, who was still unhurried, but his eyes were bright.

"Please attack first." Piroga nodded slightly.

The boy looked serious.

The surrounding guards also became dignified, all eyes focused on the prince alone.

Apart from the glamorous appearance and eloquence, this is what many people care more about.

In the next second, Thales charged forward, using his most familiar posture, and slashed the first sword at Piloga.

Piluojia was unhurried, just took a step back, and with a swerve of his sword, he deftly deflected Thales' attack.

But the boy kept walking, and swung the shield in his left hand.

Hit Piloga hard!

"At first glance, it looks like the northerners."

Doyle, who was watching the battle, snorted slightly, slightly disdainful:

"Being more aggressive than the 'offensive and defensive faction'..."

But Glover spoke unexpectedly.

"No."

The burly vanguard officer concentrated on observing Thales' movements:

"This is the ancient northern military swordsmanship."

"The current Exeter...is not in this style for a long time."

Doyle, who was interrupted, froze for a moment.

He smiled awkwardly and forcedly.

Cut, to the point.

Northland military swordsmanship...

Doyle raised his mouth and stared at the two people in the field with displeasure:

Can't I see it?

In the middle of the field, Thales' shield hit Piloga and made a muffled sound.

But the boy's expression changed.

Did not hit solid.

In the next second, Piloga held Thales' shield with one hand, and turned to the opposite side of Thales.

Snapped!

Taylor's left leg shook!

The prince fought back with his sword, but there was no sound of the sword wind, and Piloga had already retreated.

The royal guards murmured.

Thales gritted his teeth and turned around, staggering a little with his left leg.

Although the practice sword in the Mindis hall did not strike, its balance, center of gravity, material and weight are not inferior to real swords.

Even though it was just a brush, the one that Piroga gave him on his left leg still made him burn with pain.

Thales looked at Piloga who nodded politely in surprise and unwillingness.

No.

"The sword light flashed, swish, the prince fell to the ground."

"The victory and defeat have been decided."

Glover and several nearby guard members turned their heads strangely.

Doyle, who was on the sidelines, lowered his volume and said earnestly and selflessly:

"The prince in the pool of blood turned pale, trembling and hugging his injured leg, moaning, 'No, I can't lose, the Kingdom of Stars can't live without me'..."

More and more people came back, including Sub-Officer Gray Parson.

The expression is sullen and dissatisfied.

Under their gaze, Doyle's expression froze.

"That... a little text, literary processing."

D.D shut his mouth, showed an awkward and flattering smile, and waved his hand unnaturally:

"Hey, let's not take it as an example, let's not take it as an example..."

Everyone just turned around.

Thales breathed heavily.

He stared at the logistics officer of the royal guard with a respectful expression in front of him, his opponent, Piloga.

The other party was obviously experienced, and the strength was also very particular. The pain only appeared on the outside of the skin and dissipated after a while.

But……

Thales pressed his left leg resentfully.

"It seems that you don't know the meaning of this lesson, do you, Your Highness?"

Mallos' words sounded just right, with a normal voice and a flat tone:

"Though we're not as superstitious about force as the Yankees..."

"But a prince who is widely rumored to be poor in martial arts and incapable of handling swords is the future of Star Kingdom?"

Thales couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Damn.

"This is not good, Your Highness."

Mallos was a little cold.

"Not good."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the royal guards staring at Thales changed.

"Either go all out," Mallos' words sounded in his ears:

"Or, just don't touch that sword in the first place."

"Be a prince safe in the carriage."

Damn it!

The prince's brows became tighter and tighter.

Damn Mallos.

Does this guy have a grudge against me?

And he happens to be my personal guard captain—for the sake of the setting sun, what an international joke!

Bearing dozens of eyes, Thales breathed evenly and stepped on his left leg.

He stared at Piloga in front of him, knowing that in front of the Xinghu guards, under Mallos' words, he had to come up with something.

Otherwise it's not just the Fuxing Palace...

Even the Mindis Hall...

Thales shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, and turned his attention to the opponent in front of him.

Piluojia's movement is very fast, his sword swing is very sensitive, and he has his own way of dealing with frontal attacks.

Then...

Following the master's call, the crime of prison river rose from his body.

Thales stared at Piloga closely, feeling the strength slowly filling his body.

Use the twist of fate to lure him into losing his position with a feint attack, and then make a decisive blow?

Or use the finishing power of the Flame Knight to strengthen the physical contact and attack hardness?

It really doesn't work... Just try to use Sackel's style, use his chaotic army, try to observe Piluojia's movements, and use that to your advantage?

Thales thought hard.

No, Thales.

The prince shook his head to himself inwardly.

Can't be too obvious.

Otherwise, the twist of fate, the army of chaos, and the spark-like finishing power of the Flaming Knight...how should it be explained?

I was infected by them?

What's more, the crime of prison river sometimes...

Thales remembered the training session in the Palace of Heroes.

Sometimes, I can't control it.

Thales took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He only needs the most common physical enhancement, preferably without any terminating power, and that's enough.

The crime of Hell River methodically spread to his legs, arms and fingers.

Thales closed his eyes, allowing this force to slowly cover his whole body.

Piloga narrowed his eyes and stared at the prince suspiciously.

Amidst the whispers of the royal guards, Mallos, who had been paying attention to Thales, changed slightly.

This is……

In Thales' body, the sin of Hell River, like a beast that has not been out of the gate for a long time, took steps with a low roar.

Just some power, some speed, some precision, some control...

The prince tried his best to suppress the fighting spirit and impulse that followed, while stabilizing his spirit and body.

Just something that doesn't raise suspicions.

The Sin of Hell River violently and dissatisfiedly impacted his body, just like a wild beast scratching at the cage, but the cage owner's intentions were so firm that the beast could only follow Thales' call and walk where it should go.

Be more uniform, more balanced, more comprehensive.

just let him...

Thales gently opened his eyes.

let him……

The next moment, the gravel behind Thales' boots trembled and exploded!

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, the young man rushed several feet away in an instant like an arrow flying from the string, like a flood bursting a dike.

Appeared before the shocked Piloga!

Mallos' eyes lit up.

That's right, this is what I want.

little Prince.

Thales gritted his teeth, the crime of Hell River was excited in his body, roaring crazily.

Footsteps, shoulders, arms, sword points.

The four points of his body are connected into a line, focusing the most surging strength.

In the end, it turned into a flashing sword light.

Go straight to the opponent's chest and abdomen!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

"I--" Doyle stretched out his hand to resist the splashing gravel, and opened his mouth in shock, but he could only utter a single syllable in this stunning momentary sword strike.

Glover's eyebrows were only half wrinkled in time.

The expressions of the royal guards seemed to freeze, changing into surprise, doubt and solemnity at that moment.

But Thales, who had long been experienced, knew that this was just an illusion after he became faster.

And next.

Thales' eyes converged with the tip of his sword.

Directly at the opponent.

And before his eyes, in slowed down time, Piloga opened his mouth wide in surprise, and slowly, as fast as he could, raised his arm and swung his sword.

Trying to fend off the prince's attack.

Resist this terrifying blow that has been improved in terms of speed, explosiveness, strength, and precision.

But Thales knew it was too late.

Piluojia didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't even have time to complete the blocking posture.

Even the Meteorite had suffered from his sword without any precautions, leaving scars on his face.

As for Piloga...

He can't get away.

I can't stop it.

In the desire and roar of Hell River's crime, Thales' sword and Piroga's sword touched lightly in the air, rubbing sparks on the rough surface of the practice sword.

There is even more majestic strength.

Thales' eyes cooled down, watching his sword edge slide past Piloga's block, and go straight to his chest.

Sorry, logistics officer.

Thales thought coldly: You have to take a few days off.

one strike.

Conquer the enemy.

boom!

The loud sound of the weapons colliding spread, shaking the entire courtyard!

It seems that even the air has been affected.

The eyelids of many royal guards trembled, and they retreated instinctively.

Time finally returned to normal.

thump!

There was a muffled sound.

Thales flew out to the side and rear.

His back fell heavily to the ground, and he rolled backwards several times.

"--trough!" Doyle finally finished his poor second syllable, the shocked expression still on his face.

He lowered his arms, blinked, and looked into the field.

Beside Doyle, Glover remained motionless, just staring at Thales' shield.

Amidst the numbness and soreness of his muscles, the prince took a hard breath and raised the shield in his left hand tremblingly.

I don't know when, the shield surface has been cracked:

With a pit the size of a sword point as the center, the periphery is full of cracks.

At this moment, Thales' mind went blank.

how……

He looked up blankly.

I saw Piloga standing opposite him unscathed, withdrawing his long sword freely and smoothly.

In mid-air, the prince's weapon, the practice sword that had made a terrible attack, spun a few times in vain.

Finally fell powerlessly.

Digging obliquely into the sand at his feet.

like a statue.

Return to silence.

"Wow……"

The royal guards were in an uproar, and there was a big wave of noise.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness," Piloga put away his sword, tried his best to suppress his panic, and hurried up to help him, while apologizing anxiously:

"I missed it."

"Did you get hurt anywhere..."

at this moment.

"Logistics Officer, Leo Piroga."

A flat and indifferent voice sounded, but it was filled with a bit of chill.

Piloga was about to help Thales, who froze in place.

The voice of Mallos, the watchman of the royal guard, resounded clearly in the crowd.

"As a royal guard, even if peace goes on for a long time, even if it's just a training partner..."

Mallos still folded his arms and glanced at Piloga.

"Your skill..."

Mallos didn't even glance at Thales, who was lying on the ground, panting in embarrassment, but stared coldly at Piloga, who was full of shame:

"Also regressed too much."

The words are harsh and the tone is cold.

The royal guards all fell silent.

Piloga was taken aback for a moment, with a look of shame on his face.

He looked nervously at the prince and then at the officer, hesitating to speak, at a loss for what to do.

Thales was still lying on the ground, breathing in a trance.

how come……

how……

The crime of Hell River...

I obviously already, already...

How come...

He felt his left arm gradually recovering from numbness, and even felt the eyes quietly shooting from all around him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The entire training ground fell silent.

The royal guards exchanged glances with each other, and there were low-pitched discussions from time to time.

Doyle tugged on LaGolover's sleeve, but the latter seemed lost in thought, unresponsive.

"As for you, Your Highness Thales."

Mallos spoke again.

The royal guards fell silent, and Piloga's steps to help the prince stopped abruptly.

The watchman turned around slowly, looking casually at Thales on the ground.

"After seeing your performance, I believe you already know what the power of termination is."

Mallos chuckled, with contempt in his eyes: "But fighting?"

"It's far more than the power of the end."

In the next second, the watchman turned around without looking at the noble prince.

"Okay, everyone, the show is over."

Mallos stepped forward and said lightly:

"Disband."

Looking at the back of Mallos, the royal guards look at me and I look at you.

A few seconds later, dozens of people dispersed.

"Have you seen what the prince's finishing power is?"

Doyle secretly glanced at Thales, who had a gloomy expression on the ground and was panting in a trance, sympathized with the poor prince for a second, then turned around and said, "I didn't see it anyway, and I feel a little too weak..."

"No," Glover frowned:

"It's not weak..."

"Hey, zombie, it's the first time, you can't agree with me once..."

At this moment, a very different, weak but hoarse voice sounded.

"Wait a moment."

The scattered royal guards all fell silent and turned around one after another.

In the middle of the training ground, the embarrassed young man was holding on to the sandy ground, staggering but resolutely getting up.

Mallos stopped in his tracks.

"He just... hit me..." The boy lowered his head, raised his left arm tremblingly, and tried his best to breathe to relieve the tightness in his chest:

"Shield."

Doyle's eyes slowly enlarged, and Glover's eyes became sharper.

As a sparring partner, Piloga stood on the field, surprised and at a loss for what to do.

"It's not... the vital point."

Thales took a deep breath, endured the muscle stiffness and pain after being hit hard, and touched the fixed strap behind the shield.

In his body, the sin of Hell River, which had been defeated, surged up from the silence again.

They climbed up step by step with the fierceness and unwillingness of a beast licking a wound, making a muffled sound of bursting.

Thales pulled out his right hand tremblingly, and loosened the strap.

Let the shattered arm shield fall freely.

"I……"

The young man swallowed hard his saliva, which smelled of salty blood, and tremblingly held the practice sword at his feet.

"I……"

The crime of Hell River surged into his arms.

"I still……"

The next moment, Thales breathed steadily, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the long sword!

The young man stared at Mallos' back:

"...I didn't lose."

The royal guards were in an uproar again.

People cast incomprehensible looks at the prince, and there was a lot of discussion.

Many people also quietly looked at their chief.

Waiting for his reaction.

One second, two seconds.

Mallos remained silent without turning around.

He just turned his neck slowly, turned his head, and glanced sideways at Thales.

The watchman's mouth curled up.

Draw a cold and mysterious...

smile.

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