Kingdom’s Bloodline

In other words, the skills taught by the Tower of Terminator can be divided into eight categories? "

Thales narrowed his eyes in doubt.

He had also heard from Huai Ya before that there were countless inheritances of various martial arts in the Tower of the End.

"Not really."

Mallos said firmly:

"Although the Eight Ending Meridians represent eight different concepts and styles, just like the power of ending, even practitioners of the same branch often have huge differences. There are even a few elites who are not limited to different pulses. Complement each other."

Thales recalled the Tower of Terminus students he had known.

"In this way, in the hundreds of years after the War of the End, the inheritance of the Tower of End has spread all over the world through their students. During the teaching and learning, the new ones are selected and the old ones are discarded, and the weak are eliminated to retain the strong."

On the training ground, Nexi's sword light went straight to the vitals, forcing Toledo into misery.

Mallos nodded slightly for the sword, and the story continued:

"Nehi was born in a small family of the Blade Land. During the Bloody Year, they moved to the Central Land to avoid the war, and sent Nei Xi to the Tower of Termination for further training a few years later."

"As you can see, his swordsmanship is a typical style of the 'Flash' branch. This branch believes in speed and time. It pays attention to speed and time, quickness and effectiveness. It is often a quick battle and a one-hit success."

The prince nodded, but he always felt that something was not right.

"By the way, a long time ago, your uncle Prince Horace, the Sword of Tracing Light, was also a student of this lineage."

Thales was startled, and then remembered the story of the second uncle.

The former second prince who was famous for his bravery, but was eventually trapped under the fortress and died in the Leman Pass.

Perhaps because he was not interrupted by the Duke, Mallos returned to his former ease, sat down comfortably, and commented on the duel in the arena:

"The power of Nexi's end is called 'Sunshine Reincarnation',

Originally, he was good at the speed that the 'flash' line valued the most. "

In front of him, Toledo couldn't dodge in time, and in the end he couldn't avoid it. He forcibly shook the opponent's powerful sword, lost his balance and backed up again and again.

Nexi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but took a step back in a calm manner, his sword moved again, and his style changed, as if he wanted to show off all his life's knowledge in front of the nobleman.

Mallos looked at the immature Nexi who was still imposing:

"And he is extremely talented and high-spirited. In addition to focusing on the flashing sword style, he also has two skills in the 'Storm' and 'Sin', whichever he chooses for his strength and damage."

"Thus, today's Nexi vanguard officer has been achieved: the sword is as fast as lightning, and the move is done in one go. The power is like a cold wave and the snow is falling. With one blow, the victory or defeat is decided."

Thales frowned, and in the senses of hell, he found a golden flash shining in Nexi's body, just like the sun.

"Coupled with unconstrained style and occasional clever ideas, Nexi's offensive strength is no less than that of the offensive and defensive faction, its exquisite moves are no less than that of the martial arts faction, and its killing efficiency is no less than that of the practical and trendy. The pinnacle is even a line higher than the vast majority of top super-level practitioners."

"If it's just about attacking, you might as well be able to fight against some extreme masters."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

He finally knew where Nexi's youthful vigor and arrogance came from.

"It is said that before returning home from school, he arrogantly defeated every contemporaneous member of the 'Flash' lineage, and arrogantly gave up the recommended spot for seed selection-you know, that is the recognition of strength."

It was also because of this that he was requisitioned by the royal guards who had always rejected the Tower of Terminator.

Mallos sighed:

"If it's a one-on-one match, there are really not many people in the Mendis Hall who can handle him."

The watchman changed his arms-folding posture, looked at his subordinates who were fighting endlessly, but frowned slightly:

"The most rare thing is that Nexi also has the ally that many experts can only dream of - years."

"He is very young, still improving, and his future is limitless."

One day, it will be able to achieve the extreme state.

Thinking of this, Mallos shook his head imperceptibly.

It's just, it's a pity...

Thales stared at Nexi's immature face and his superb skills that were not commensurate with his age, and he was amazed and amazed.

Is he twenty years old?

Right now, Nexi's offensive is on the rise again!

Toledo dodged the seemingly dangerous sword again in embarrassment, the blade in his hand was crumbling.

Therefore, the disciples of the temple in history, and the swordsmen of the end now...

Looking at the battle in front of him, Thales suddenly stopped thinking.

Finally, he realized what was wrong.

"However, if the gist of the flashing lineage is to make a quick decision, one hit will win."

Thales turned his head, his face full of doubts:

"Then why until now..."

"Toledo hasn't lost yet?"

Mallos glanced at Thales upon hearing the words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It seems to be smiling.

But Thales, who had been with him for a long time, knew the answer only after seeing this detail.

"Enough demonstration," Mallos turned around and ordered loudly:

"Toledo!"

At the moment when the voice fell, Toledo's retreating steps stopped abruptly!

Boom.

At that moment, Thales only felt a restlessness in his body.

I saw that Toledo's figure didn't move, but his momentum changed!

Swish!

He cut a knife.

An unremarkable knife.

The movements are elegant and the posture is solemn.

Encountering Nexi's powerful sword head-on!

At the same moment, Nexi's expression changed.

clang!

The swords intersected, and the two shook together!

Toledo, who took the blow with all his strength, let out a muffled grunt.

But this time, although he was at a disadvantage, he didn't back down.

On the contrary, Nexi's attack faltered, as if it had hit an iron plate, and the next sword had to be retreated before it could be thrust out.

Thales was surprised, and began to look at Nexi's opponent again.

He knew that Toledo used to be on the command wing and was Mallos' most trusted person--it really wasn't him?

"Toledo was born in Eternal Star City and grew up in the Central Territory."

Mallos said lightly:

"They haven't changed their surnames three generations ago. They are one of the seven famous attendants of Canxing, the second branch of the 'Elimination Blade' Taldin family. Their ancestors even have the blood of the royal princess, which is beyond words."

Tardin.

Hearing the familiar surname, Thales' heart moved.

"When Toledo was young, he had the opportunity to serve as an apprentice knight, serving one of the strongest masters of the former royal guard - Lord Conrad Tony. He trained under his command and listened to his guidance. It didn't take long, but Benefited a lot from…”

Former Royal Guard, Conrad Toney.

Thales's heart moved, and he caught this familiar name.

On the training ground, Nexi, whose offensive was interrupted, seemed a little embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth and made progress, and the power of finishing shined again, bringing the wind of the sword to rustle in one tenth of a second, and the offensive was unprecedented!

The words of Mallos are interspersed with it: "...So the foundation is solid, the consciousness is complete, the moves are stable, and the defense is perfect."

But Toledo is like a city wall made of iron, a horizontal knife that seems to be pushed but blocked, and a few shocking steps, turned Nexi's life-threatening sword into blunt force and skillfully released it.

It also blocked the opponent's second attack route.

Metal clashed, and Nexi returned without success again.

But Toledo still sticks to his position, takes root in his footsteps, and does not fight back.

Thales observed his steps, and saw his calmness and calmness when he encountered a fast break, and felt that he benefited a lot.

"If there is anyone in the Star Lake Guard who can firmly restrain Nexi by relying on his moves and style alone, it must be Toledo—he was one of the most reliable messengers in the command wing before he was transferred to the Mindis Hall. "

Mallos was slightly emotional:

"I don't want merit, but I want to be undefeated. Although Toledo has only learned a little bit of his defense and cannot reproduce the bloody attack of the 'Knight of Thousand Blades', it is enough."

Knight of Thousand Blades,

"Thousand blades?"

Thales wondered:

"What nickname is this?"

Maybe because he felt that he had lost face in front of the prince, Nexi was annoyed for a while, and quickly drew his sword again!

But Thales could see it: he was in a state of anxiety, and under the anxious rush to attack, the sword style pursued the ultimate speed, but its power was slightly reduced.

After going through the initial unbearable, Toledo, who gradually got used to his opponent, defended tightly and became more relaxed.

"Thousand blades."

Mallos said slowly, with a touch of nostalgia in his tone:

"I heard from Captain Adrian that a long time ago, when Lord Tony escorted Prince Horace to the Tower of Termination, he once met the famous 'Grey Sword Guard' who was also in his prime and later became famous."

Tower of Terminator, Gray Swordguard.

Thales's mind skipped a beat, he had heard Wyah mentioning this title.

"How they played against each other, and how they won or lost, no one knows."

The watchman stared sharply:

"But after that meeting, Gray Sword Guard's private emotions and comments finally flowed out of the Tower of Terminator and sent back to the stars."

Thales saw that Mallos had a respectful attitude and a serious posture, but he uttered a sentence that was unusual in terms of grammar and words.

"Ancient swords cannot escape their sheaths."

"Sealing a thousand blades, does that mean evil?"

Mallos fell into deep thought, while Thales frowned.

Can't escape its sheath.

Sealing Thousand Blades?

Thales tried his best to use the grammar knowledge of various languages ​​that he had refined in the past few months.

This should... be likening Tony to a scabbard.

Then compare the warriors in the world to swords?

So it means that Tony can seal a thousand blades in an incredible way like a scabbard, and subdue countless masters?

Thales scratched his head.

Then Tony should also be "Sword Sheath Knight", why is it "Thousand Blade Knight"?

Then what ghost gray sword guard, do you want to be so literary when you praise people?

So that everyone can't understand, give Tony a nickname?

Thales shook his head, not thinking about unnecessary things:

"So, Toledo's move style is good at defense, specializing in the 'flash' sword style?"

"Is it another style in the end eight veins?"

Having said that, Mallos' eyes moved.

On the court, Nexi couldn't attack for a long time, and became more and more anxious. He had to take a few steps back to rest for a while, and sweat was already dripping on his face.

Toledo, on the other hand, became more and more indifferent, and even raised his knife to make an invitation when he had time, which was a bit like Mallos satirizing people.

"Since you are familiar with classics, Your Highness."

On the sidelines, the watchman stared closely at Thales:

"Have you ever known what is the strongest opponent, the greatest threat, and the most inescapable struggle of the Knights Temple in the thousands of years of glorious history?"

Thales shuddered slightly, not because of this question, but because he felt:

At this moment, Mallos was extremely serious, with burning eyes.

It's hardly like the guard captain who is polite and thoughtful on the surface, looks indifferent and innocent, but actually disdains in his heart, has a dark personality, and likes to give him soft nails every day, which he hates the most.

Thales turned his head and looked at the two opponents who were temporarily separated and took a break.

The strongest opponent of the temple...

He knew that the Knights Temple was eventually destroyed by disasters.

but……

In the training ground, Nexi and Toledo faced each other with swords and eyes met. For a moment, they only saw the opponent in their eyes, as if they forgot that the prince was still watching the battle.

They regained the momentum of the duel and prepared for the next professor.

Facing Mallos' solemn eyes, Thales put on a straight face, and slowly uttered a word:

"empire."

The watchman's pupils shrunk.

At that moment, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became quiet for this one word.

Until Nexi shouted angrily, the offensive resumed!

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Thales took a deep breath and continued:

"It is true that thousands of years ago, in order to end the troubled times and seek peace, many knight-errants gathered under the command of the 'Emperor' Comorra Carolser, and fought with him in the north and south, expanding the territory."

"Forging the strong foundation of the ancient empire."

Thales suddenly remembered a long time ago, in Kaslan's tavern, Putillai and Cambida had an argument about the Empire and the Northland.

Things are not people.

Prince returns to reality:

"But after the chaos is unified and peace comes."

"These knight-errant knights with superb martial arts skills and flamboyant personalities scattered all over the place..."

"And the noble temple of knights who is regarded as the spiritual hometown by tens of millions of people, responds to everyone, holds weapons in hand, and survives independently..."

Thales' statement is slightly cold:

"It replaced the original enemy and opponent, and became the discordant voice in the boundless prosperity."

"It was regarded as a glaring threat by those in power in the court of the ancient empire."

Mallos looked back at the battle on the field—Niexi couldn't attack by force, and Toledo wasn't any better—but his eyes gradually froze.

Thales recalled the stories he had seen, feeling a little sad:

"Historically, the fate of the Knights Temple has been synchronized with the rise and fall of the empire."

"Under the heavy pressure of the imperial power and the conquest of the legion, they have suffered many disasters and collapsed several times."

"However, they also stubbornly left the fire time and time again, and rebuilt and revived when the empire was in civil strife."

Thales sighed:

"So, the biggest enemy of the ancient knight temple is nothing else."

He fixedly looked at Mallos:

"It is the Empire itself."

Mallos also looked back at Thales with obscure eyes.

After looking at him for a long time, the watchman finally nodded.

The Prince's answer was approved.

clang!

Nexi and Toledo collide again!

They both flickered, each backed away, gasping for breath.

Nexi's eyes were filled with resentment, as if he was really angry.

"But what you don't know is..."

While re-observing the battle, Mallos muttered:

"At the same time, under the throne of Pegasus, the knights of the legion directly under the emperor have experienced continuous conquests, endless counter-rebellion wars, taking French troops and guards, and emphasizing collective and discipline."

Directly under the emperor, legionary knight.

Thales frowned.

The watchman's eyes gradually became sharper:

"So, under the loyalty to the emperor, the respect and worship of the empire, and the absolute obedience to the legion..."

"Moreover, in the anticipation of the Pegasus Throne and the secret struggle with competitors..."

"They summed up and exercised their own style of martial arts, which is far from the Knight Temple."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Mallos stared at the knife in Toledo's hand:

"Or Zhongzheng is peaceful, thick and elegant. Or bold and generous, sonorous and powerful. Or self-restraining, simple and solemn. Or tough and vigorous, tenacious and unyielding."

The watchman's words carried indescribable power, and even Thales sat up straight without knowing it.

"With the official approval and support of the empire, the school of this group of legionary knights quickly flourished, and everyone imitated it and spread all over the world."

"Eventually become the orthodoxy of the empire, and fight against the famous 'temple disciples' at one time, without losing the wind."

Competing against the Knight Temple...

Thales thought about the meaning of this sentence, and looked at the two duels again.

Nexi's eyes changed, and with a flick of the long sword, the power of ending was gathered like never before, just for the next attack.

Toledo swung his scimitar horizontally, his aura restrained, like a mountain, ready to resist all possibilities.

The confrontation between the two is getting stronger.

"So a thousand years have passed..."

Mallos' words are very calm, but there are some inexplicable emotions:

"The rise and fall of the temple, the cycle between destruction and reconstruction, the rise and fall of the empire, and the constant back and forth between decay and revitalization."

He raised his head and looked towards the gloomy sky, showing a bit of disappointment:

"And the evolution of martial arts and extraordinary power is also in the ebb and flow of these two heyday schools. In the open and secret fights of countless talented warriors, warriors and swordsmen, you come and go, and it is wonderful—the competition duel , there is no shortage of war adventures, and the clanging of swords is heard, and the battle of spears is also seen."

Mallos said lightly:

"That was the most glorious and dazzling golden age of knights in the legend."

golden age.

Thales didn't speak, and seemed to be savoring the weight contained in this sentence.

For some reason, he recalled when Tampa, the owner of the "My House" tavern, talked about "the age of mercenaries" when he was still in the Saber Camp.

"It wasn't until the endgame...that changed everything."

Mallos closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief:

"The temple is destroyed, the empire is destroyed."

In the arena, Nexi's accumulated offensive finally reached its peak, and as he progressed with a flash of afterimages, he slashed out a piece of sword light!

And Toledo yelled angrily, and also stepped forward, ready to fight head-to-head with iron!

at this moment.

"enough!"

Mallos shouted coldly:

"That's it!"

Ding!

Nehi's long sword and Toledo's scimitar, the two weapons crossed in the air.

Following this order, they lost momentum, both of them lost their strength, and fell powerlessly.

The two duel stopped at an arm's length away, looking at each other.

"Go and rest."

The watchman said lightly.

After a few seconds, the obedience to the order overcame the aroused fighting spirit, and the two exhaled in unison, put away their weapons, and bowed to the prince.

Thales applauded solemnly and saluted them respectfully.

"In this way, the remnants of the fire left by the Knights' Temple are all returned to the Tower of the End, and they are precarious and passed down to this day."

Mallos looked at Nexi's back and was a little lost in thought, but his eyes quickly refocused and turned to Thales.

"And the iron-blooded sword style of the empire, along with the banner of the revival king, and the descendants of the empire's lone army, will strive to re-empower it in the new kingdom."

The watchman stared fixedly at Thales.

"As the most orthodox martial arts of knights from the lineage of the empire, it has been handed down in the inheritance of knights and court training in the Star Kingdom, telling the majesty of the throne and the power of the legion."

"Toledo and the 'Knight of Thousand Blades' are the representatives."

Feeling the seriousness of the other party at the moment, Thales nodded slowly.

"For hundreds of years, generations of star masters have studied and taught with great pains, so that the ancient inheritance can go further in the hands of future generations and keep up with the pulse of the times."

"And the sword frame and sword style that you have practiced in the past few months, including the demanding 'Knight's Seventeen Swords', are among them."

Thales thought of the completely different training from the Northland in the past few months, and suddenly realized in his heart.

Mallos let out a breath, faded his stern expression, and slowly returned to his calm and calm self.

"Today, this same martial arts school with a long history, but indistinctly opposite to the Tower of the End..."

"It corresponds to the 'Holy Temple' and is named by rigorous scholars—"

At that moment, the watchman's voice was ethereal, and he spoke softly:

"Emperor Wind."

He doesn't hear what's going on outside the window, and only writes books about abusing the master.