Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 693 Comprehension

"Rebellious son!"

In the study, my father's roar shook the world.

The last time Tormund saw his father so angry was when he was six years old.

At that time, he was running wildly in the fields with his daughter who was the manager of the country farm, laughing, throwing mud, and rolling dirty clothes. They were having a lot of fun, but they were bumped into by their returning father and cousin.

He still remembered his father's livid complexion and the faint sneer between his cousin's eyebrows.

But now, many years later, his father was shaking all over, pointing at him and gritting his teeth:

"Marius the Razor, passed down for thousands of years, I will destroy you now!"

Thousands of years of inheritance, all destroyed by my hands?

ha.

Tormund wanted to laugh.

laughing out loud.

"If the Mallos family was destroyed so easily," he said expressionlessly, "then maybe it was already at the end of its life?"

The father became more and more angry and stood up to draw his sword, but someone held him down on his shoulder.

"Don't panic."

The great-uncle sat on his father's left, calm as ever. He had been advising his father and the family for many years, and he was resourceful and dedicated.

But was this also why he entered the punishment wing? Are you calm enough when skinning prisoners?

Or is it because my uncle is also good at making suggestions on how to torture people?

"We have one last chance." Uncle Tang looked calm.

"You have no chance," Tormund said coldly. "It is only a matter of time that the Black Prophet and his kingdom's secret department track down the serious crime of collaboration with the enemy and treason."

"I will kill you first!" the father roared.

Why, why do they all like to use this to intimidate others?

Even if it has no effect?

"Why, Xiaotuo?" came the voice of my great-uncle, and there was exhaustion trying to hide it in his words.

"Why do you do this? Why betray us?"

Tormund was silent.

Why?

He opened his lips: "Because..."

because……

Because all this has already been determined.

He looked at his angry father and calm cousin, and spoke softly:

"Because none of this is true."

That's right.

The guard watchman, Tormund Mallos, stood in the study, looking at the red fire behind his father and great-uncle, his eyes as heavy as water and his mind as clear as a mirror:

This is not reality.

Because it's so beautiful here.

Too soft.

Because my father's study is brightly colored and magnificent.

And the world, the real world, the current world, his world should be...

Silence and desolation.

"Father, uncle, you and this place, everything here is fake, it's just the killer's superpower." Mallos said softly.

"You traitor!" his father roared angrily, causing the fire behind him to sway.

Uncle Tang took a deep breath.

"Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing we can do," the old uncle seemed to have not heard his answer, and his voice was stern, "I will go to see Dabani: we will take action tonight."

"Uncle?" My father turned his head and was shocked.

Just like in memory.

The cousin ignored his father.

"And you, Xiaotuo," my uncle looked at him with a smile on his lips, "you think this is the end?"

At that moment, everything in front of Mallos's eyes burst into flames!

The flames burned through the study, corridors, living rooms, and the fields of the Mallos family's manor. The colors in front of him peeled off piece by piece, becoming scorched black and pale, revealing a desolation.

The way the world should be.

In this desolation, a deadly cold light - Lausanne II's sword cut through the air and came roaring!

After regaining consciousness, Mallos tried his best. He rolled towards the sword on the ground and turned around to block with all his strength.

boom!

Metal collided with a harsh sound.

The opponent had an advantage in the angle and timing of his attack. Mallos, who was hastily blocking, couldn't bear the strength and took several steps back.

"You think I don't know?"

Luosang's words were hurried, but his feet were steady and he was approaching step by step.

"I wonder what kind of person Joaquin is? I wonder what Joaquin has done for me and his students and attendants?"

Looking at Lausanne's appearance, Mallos stepped back step by step.

It seems I was distracted only for a moment, Mallos thought.

As for Lausanne II, he didn't even realize that he had activated his superpower.

Is it strange that a master like him, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can't use his own powers proficiently?

"But what did he get again!"

Luosang's voice was cold and stern, and his sword came out sharply!

Damn it!

The watchman cursed secretly in his heart. After all, he had no way to retreat and was forced to attack.

Ding!

Mallos deflected the stabbing blow, but Lausanne flicked his wrist and the sword flashed again!

This is...stabbing swordsmanship?

The watchman recognized it: the opponent was using the stabbing sword technique that was widely spread in the southwest and was promoted by the "Thorn Sword" Kuradel of the Tower of the End. It specializes in unexpected events and is impossible to defend against.

This guy knows so much!

"Nine attendants, nine knights - no, eight knights," Lausanne's eyes exposed outside the mask were dark and silent, like the eyes of a dead person, but they kept catching Marius' flaws. "They all shouldered hopes. They have been taught by him, but they all have different personalities and ideas. "

Uh-huh!

As the metal rubbed against each other, Mallos fired the second blow, but his body was in a mess and was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"So during the Year of Blood, four people served the royal family, two were on the side of the rebels, and two were also with different princes... And Joaquin, Joaquin could only watch as the knights he trained turned against each other, Killing each other with all kinds of martial arts that he carefully taught," Luosang's voice continued, "One student chopped off another student's head, and then the third one slit his throat, and then the fourth person went to take revenge...the cycle repeats, It goes on and on until the eight knights..."

"No one survives."

The third thrust came again.

Mallos retreated with great difficulty, assuming the best defensive posture against the stabbing swordsmanship - Huh?

At that moment, Lausanne II turned around, put his hands together, and the original thrust turned into a sharp downward slash!

The watchman was suddenly surprised:

This is the main attack style of "Forged Blade Weaponry" - a martial art that is both basic and ordinary among all "Imperial Style" schools, but has been developed into a unique skill in the hands of the Thousand Blade Knights. Iron Cross?

but……

With no time to react, he could only change his moves in a hurry and eat this "Steel Cross"!

clang!

There was a loud noise, and Mallos's hands shook, and the sword fell out of his hands. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The battle ended in a flash of lightning, and silence returned to the field.

"And poor Joaquin can't do anything about it - this time, he has no hands to smash it with." Luosang said quietly.

Mallos covered the blood seeping from his chest, coughing in pain, and there was a blood mark on his face.

The outcome has been decided.

He looked at the weapon flying ten feet away and sighed inwardly.

No, or rather, the outcome will be determined early.

Lausanne II wiped the blood on his sword with his sleeve and walked towards Marius.

"It was not because of me that he died of depression, nor because he lost his sword hand, nor because he was poor and depressed."

The black-clothed killer stared coldly at his defeated general, wary of the short weapon in his arms:

"And it's all because of himself."

There was silence for a second.

Mallos struggled to sit up, sighing inwardly at the opponent's skill.

Luosang had just used two sword techniques, Thorn Stab Sword and Forged Blade Strike, in one move, or in other words, parts of each.

Well, the other party may have learned both, even if their styles are completely opposite, which is okay, but...

"How did you do that move just now?"

Mallos stared intently at his opponent.

This guy, he broke apart the complete swordsmanship inch by inch, stripped it from their respective systems, and then transformed and reorganized these disparate fragments, and perfectly integrated them into one move in actual combat, achieving the most suitable The new move in the current battle situation... It seems that after the elegant and smooth stabbing of the sword in the first half of the move, the second half of the move should have been connected with the solemn and strong steel cross, completely natural and without any sluggishness?

This requires unparalleled mastery of existing swordsmanship, a deep understanding of their swordsmanship, and a thorough grasp of the essence of different swordsmanship...

No, the difficulty of this matter is no less than creating a new martial arts from scratch after learning from the best of others.

What's more, in the middle of a tense and fierce battle that can't happen at any time?

Even the well-informed watchmen have never heard of or seen such skills.

"Thanks to you."

But Lausanne II seemed to know what he was wondering:

"The me that I was a long time ago wouldn't be able to do it, at least it wouldn't be this smooth."

Mallos was startled when he heard this.

Luosang looked at the watchman silently.

"You have seventeen masters, many of whom can even perform extreme-level skills. They have different styles and specialties: cunning and changeable, swift and violent, neutral and peaceful, endless, and cooperative. There is a tacit understanding and a well-paced rhythm... And you divide them into teams, use their strengths to avoid weaknesses, use the strong to complement the weak, and add bows and crossbows to form a high-pressure formation and complex battlefield that can suppress or even kill extreme masters. "

It's not surprising - Luosang thought to himself, the origin of imperial swordsmanship, the legionary knights of the ancient empire, are not just like this along the way, relying on numbers and cooperation, discipline and formation, they will exert their personal bravery to the limit. The disciples of the temple were firmly suppressed. Under the imperial order from a thousand years ago, they besieged and killed the top masters one by one and demolished the knight temple over and over again?

"And do you know how many years it has been since I had the opportunity to fight head-on with an opponent of this magnitude, use all my strength, hone my swordsmanship between life and death, and prove my skills under extreme pressure?"

Luosang raised the long sword full of gaps and sighed deeply:

"So, thank you for giving me this opportunity, this occasion."

Maybe thanks to "it".

Let him go further.

It’s so refreshing.

Mallos understood instantly and sighed inwardly.

I see.

It wasn't just Miranda Arrender who was promoted tonight.

The enemy in front of him didn't even need powers, he was already a first-rate master.

But Lausanne II looked at his weapon in a daze:

"You know, integrating different schools, mastering hundreds of martial arts, and bridging differences such as imperial style and temple into one - this is Joaquin's ideal and ambition in the journey of martial arts."

This is also the reason why he teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, encourages students to pursue their individuality, and embraces all kinds of talents.

But unfortunately, someone as proficient in swordsmanship as Joaquin can never heal those who use them, even if they are his attendants and students.

Because the noble way of chivalry has long since passed away.

Because of the rules of this world, there are other preferences.

Lausanne slowly came to Mallos.

Mallos looked at his hands covered with blood, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

hateful.

I won't be able to hold the sword for at least a month.

Maybe he can't even lift the little stuffed bear.

If he still has a chance to get it.

He closed his eyes.

"Pick up your sword—or dagger."

Mallos opened his eyes.

"The commander who cuts off the rear for his subordinates," Luosang looked at him condescendingly, his eyes dark, "should not die with his bare hands."

Mallos was startled for a moment, then smiled.

“When the body of the flag-bearer of Aknet was discovered, he was lying on a high platform inaccessible to ordinary people. His armor was neat and his face was peaceful. His sword was stuffed in his hand and he was buried with two gold coins in his eyes. "

Luosang said nothing.

Mallos sighed, but did not pick up his sword:

"Master Joaquin, I still left you something more or less, right?"

Luosang's eyes moved.

"No," Lausanne ran his fingers over the notch on the sword, but kept his eyes on Mallos's hands, "at least not as much as he thought."

"What about this?" Mallos pointed at Lausanne's feet.

Luosang lowered his head in confusion: "What?"

The next second, Mallos suddenly stood up from the ground, and a silver light suddenly appeared in his hand!

But Luosang, who had been vigilant, had already expected it. He moved his long sword to deflect the thrusts of the two daggers, and then quickly flew back to prevent Mallos from coming close to repeat the same trick.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the sky!

Luosang's expression changed. As soon as he raised his head, a huge black shadow came from behind!

call--

It was a large caravan packed with cargo.

It fell from the sky and hit the spot where Lausanne II stood.

"Crack!"

There was a loud roar, the caravan hit the ground hard, and the smoke and dust stirred up!

Mallos covered his injured arm and backed away. He looked at the bridge pier above his head and shook his head slightly:

"This is it."

He picked up his sword with some difficulty and smiled as he looked at the deformed caravan in the smoke.

Plan Z is completed.

What a pity, what a great swordsman.

But right now.

"Your subordinates have used this trick once."

The watchman, who was about to turn around and leave, hesitated.

A few seconds later, the outline of the caravan appeared in the diffuse smoke:

It fell under such a huge impact that the brackets were twisted, the wheels were shattered, and the signs and streamers on it were crooked.

Lausanne II was half-kneeling on the roof of the caravan, his body covered with dust and looking miserable.

"Can't there be something new?"

But he was in perfect shape.

There were no broken arms or legs, no broken bones.

Mallos closed his eyes sadly.

It’s really hard to do.

All right.

"What did you just say, something new?"

Luosang, who was on the roof of the car, snorted coldly, but his expression suddenly changed.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and a crossbow arrow pierced the roof of the caravan, a few steps away from Lausanne.

But before he had time to wonder why the arrow missed, he heard a mechanical sound, and a dozen slender shadows shot out from the roof of the caravan, rushing towards Lausanne II!

Luo Sang reacted very quickly, flashing his sword and repelling half of the black shadows, but there were still several black shadows flying back and forth and pounced on Luo Sang II's legs!

Snapped!

When the last black shadow stopped, Lausanne II on the roof of the car saw everything in front of him clearly: these black shadows were solid ropes, six in total, tightly wrapping his waist and legs around the four corners of the caravan.

This is……

"The guard wing's sophisticated rope trap mechanism is designed to limit and impede the enemy's movement." Mallos snorted.

It just takes time to arrange it in advance, and it has to be fired with such force as a crossbow.

Luosang frowned.

Mallos smiled slightly, dragged his seriously injured body, and waved his sword above his head.

The principle of the trap, well, is actually surprisingly simple, very similar to a mousetrap.

But there is no need to say this.

After all, the guard wing also has to declare a budget.

"that's all?"

The next second, Luosang raised his sword and cut off one of the ropes with incredible sword speed!

Mallos frowned.

Oops.

Couldn't the restraint rope be stronger?

Alas, forget it.

After all, the guard wing also has to declare a budget.

While thinking, Luosang swung his sword again and cut off another rope.

"What's the point of doing this?"

Lausanne II said coldly, with a flash of sword light in his hand, and cut off the third rope.

Mallos's brows became more and more serious.

Damn it.

Couldn't they have replaced the rope with a tiny wire, or at least a sharp blade? Bring some damage?

But it's best not to say this.

After all, the guard wing also needs to declare a budget.

The next second, Luosang's expression changed, and he lowered his shoulders and tilted his head!

Boom—boom!

The arrow falling from the sky grazed the side of Luosang's ear and stuck firmly in the caravan!

Looking at this arrow, Mallos frowned again:

Could they have shot any farther?

call out!

Another arrow fell.

As he had hoped, the arrow went even further this time: it landed directly behind Marius and stuck at his feet.

But what is different from the previous one is that the tail of this crossbow arrow is tied with a long rope, which is hung from the bridge above the head.

finally.

Mallos breathed a sigh of relief.

Lausanne II's eyes moved and he cut off the fourth rope:

"Are you going to run away now?"

Mallos grasped the rope on the arrow, twisted it around his arm, and said an inexplicable sentence: "Twenty for one shot, sixty for five shots."

Luosang frowned.

"Ten rounds and one hundred, buy more and get more." Mallos tightened the rope on his hand and raised his chin.

Luosang didn't know why: "What?"

call out!

Another arrow—a rocket—came from above!

It accurately shot through the window and into the carriage, the arrow cluster still crackling and burning.

The precious arrow tail exposed outside the window is engraved with a black lion.

This is……

Looking at the rocket in front of him, Luosang's expression changed.

He struggled to cut off the fifth rope that blocked his view, and finally saw the banners and signs on the side of the caravan clearly:

[Exclusively for Jade Celebration·Suleiman’s old-style Li Jing fireworks·Ten years of reputation·Seiko handmade·Sufficient capacity·Fantastic effect]

[Change to clear positions, sell at a loss, the last day! 】

[Warning: It is strictly prohibited to approach this stall with an open flame! 】

Looking at such a large caravan, Luosang's pupils froze.

Mallos sighed and waved vigorously above his head.

No.

Looking at Mallos's actions, Lausanne II flashed this idea.

The flames in the carriage grew stronger and stronger, making an ominous sizzling sound.

The next second, Luosang drew out his sword with all his strength, roaring and slashing at the last rope that bound him:

"No--"

boom!

There was an earth-shaking loud noise!

The inconspicuous caravan fell apart in an instant, and one after another, countless rays of light appeared!

boom! boom!

Amidst the brilliant light erupting beneath him and the unwilling roar of Lausanne II, Mallos pulled the rope and jumped into the air, flying towards the top of the bridge!

boom! boom! boom!

The open space under the bridge was instantly shrouded in a curtain of fire and rain, and nothing could be seen.

Only the Li Jing fireworks shooting out in all directions are colorful and gorgeous.

boom! boom!

Under the gift of this dazzling light, Mallos pulled the rope, stepped diagonally on the bridge pier, and flew straight up!

"Gather together," Mallos, who was covered in blood, looked at the brilliant scene below him and coughed, "the effect will be better."

Pity.

At the moment when the rope reached the top, Mallos reached out decisively and firmly grasped a hand stretched out from above.

A black gloved hand.

Mallos raised his head and frowned, "Why is it you?"

Above the watchman's head, with only one leg wrapped around a rope, Miranda was hanging upside down in mid-air, shaking off her hanging braids and sneered: "Because I weigh the least."

Mallos frowned.

He clasped Miranda's hand, and the two of them stood upright and fell down, looking at each other. They were tied by a rope and floated under the North Gate Bridge.

boom! Bang bang bang!

The celebratory fireworks beneath him - a car full of them - became more and more magnificent, causing many citizens in the distance to exclaim in surprise.

"I just saw it. You are really good at short-range combat." Miranda, who was hanging upside down, tilted her head, her eyes sharp, "A terrifying blade."

Mallos's eyebrows trembled.

"Do me a favor, Ms. Miranda."

"uh-huh?"

"Don't use random nicknames like little kids."

The two were silent for a while.

"of course not."

Miranda, who was hanging upside down, blinked:

"Mr. Sharp Blade."

The rope tightened again, slowly and forcefully, pulling them both onto the bridge.