Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the intricate alleys of the new suburbs, a team of people hurriedly hurried and finally found their priceless target with the tracking skills of a wilderness hunter.

Unfortunately they were destined to be disappointed.

laugh!

Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, Lausanne II pulled the sword blade out of a wide-eyed enemy and ducked to avoid the silver darts behind him.

"Reinforcements, call for reinforcements!"

"Push up!"

"He's so awesome..."

"Don't let him get away with you! You are worth five pieces of gold!"

"Will he move out of position? Surround him!"

"He got through! Be careful behind!"

"Don't sleep, brother - no, this is his power..."

Lausanne II's sword seemed to be alive, flying and dancing with his body, weaving back and forth among the high walls and narrow alleys. Every blow had maximum effect, leaving the opponent in a hurry.

His steps were orderly, and he would beat the drum every time he was flanked, shift his body, and escort him out of the flanking attack, restarting the next one-on-one duel.

"I've seen you, I've definitely seen you! But aren't you dead?"

"Run! That's Luosang! Luosang from the Blood Bottle Gang!"

"It's sweet, isn't it? Does it have the prefix Baguan? My eldest brother is the leader of the brotherhood's 'chief wolf' Fei Su... he's so handsome! If you take care of him, you'll be fine!"

"Well, I'm shocked by his size! Prince Tyas can't even keep him when he comes! What I'm saying - ahhh!"

"Big wok! He attacked Ah Da!"

"The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true, he is resurrected!"

"Impossible! Black Sword killed him!"

resurrection?

Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

Compared to Robert, he was far less lucky.

Thinking back then, when he woke up from the nightmare that night...

He just felt thirsty.

Heartbreaking thirst.

Even if he lay in the water tank, drinking water all night could not quench his thirst.

Until the little girl who kindly took him in to recuperate injured her hand on a straw.

Then the monster woke up.

Thinking of this, the bored and painful Lausanne II's sword trembled, and the enemy who should have been dealt with immediately groaned and suffered a few more seconds of pain.

But his opponents were too poor to catch such flaws.

If it were the former Joaquin or even Bruno, he would suffer.

"How many times do you want me to say this? Garlic is useful! Even reciting the Sunset Sutra is useful!"

"Is beheading useful?"

"Isn't he a vampire? Why don't these blood bottles work?"

"Since it's called a blood bottle...doesn't it mean that only the blood bottles from the Blood Bottle Gang are useful?"

"The Phantom Blade lied to us!"

Lausanne II ignored the five or six shadowy mercenaries or bounty hunters in front and behind him, turned around like instinct, drew his sword, and reaped the next life amidst the screams.

Of course blood bottles are useful.

The sword blade opened the wound and blood spattered. He gave an imperceptible move to avoid being contaminated by the blood.

God knows how much pressure he must bear every time he swings his sword to contend with the monsters in his body.

【Blood. 】

[No, shut up. 】

He repeated it over and over, emphasized it over and over again, driving them back into a corner.

That day, the little girl who took him in died.

And her parents who came to the barn after hearing the sound.

Killed by a monster.

Lausanne II was in a daze.

And he, after he woke up, he realized...

I already have nothing.

Only this body is left.

This cursed, hated, disgusting body.

The two enemies in front of Lausanne II, who were originally aggressive, suddenly became languid and fell down.

The third man gritted his teeth, stabbed himself in the thigh, and shook his head in pain.

But in just a few seconds, Lausanne II ghostly pressed forward and his sword flashed.

laugh!

When the other party realized later, he was horrified when he discovered that his throat had been cut. He held down the column of blood spurting from his neck, turned around and ran away, crying.

"Ahhhhh!"

【Blood! Blood! 】

【Shut up. You are not hungry, you are already full. ] Lausanne II scolded in his heart.

[Not enough...fight...more...blood...]

【roll. 】

Lausanne II looked at the other opponents with fear in their eyes, holding the bloody sword and moving forward step by step.

"Don't we agree to round up and kill a has-been old killer?"

"You told me this is called 'passing'?"

"This is called a killer!"

With the complete transformation from tissues and organs to muscles and bones, and even thinking and spirit, he is no longer himself.

There is nothing left in this body...

It belongs to him.

Even the most loyal and reliable power that he thought would accompany him throughout his life had left him without a trace.

Even the swordsmanship moves that he was once familiar with could no longer be used.

All that's left is his overly sensitive senses, his body as gray as rotten wood, his dim vision as dark as day, and...his desire for blood.

And, of course, there's the fear of the sun.

"I swear! They told me it was just a demented vampire!"

"Are you opening your eyes to see if this is 'dementia'?"

"This is called a vampire!"

He tried it.

real.

He has tried, he has tried to resist, countless times, countless times!

But he can't.

Just like facing the fate of the past.

He couldn't resist.

He was powerless to resist.

How could he resist?

"The news I got said that he is half disabled and about to die!"

"You fucking call this 'semi-disabled'?"

"This is called the extreme realm!"

He is no longer the high-spirited knight squire, not the smug genius swordsman, or even the cruel and insensitive cold-blooded killer with the same name as the heinous "bad blood" Lausanne in history.

He's just a... beast that's just lingering.

A beast.

Lausanne II regained his balance and breathed for a second.

Why?

Why are things like this?

Is it because he is too weak?

Is it because he is too weak to defeat the bloodthirsty monster inside him?

Is it because he was too weak and couldn't block the stunning strike of the black sword in the heavy rain?

Is it because he was too weak and couldn't hold back the fear of defeat and swallow the drop of origin blood that was not meant for him?

Or was it because he was too weak to accept a decadent life and listened to old Turnbull's deceptive words?

Or is it because he was too weak to practice his creed and kill himself with a sword in prison so that the teacher would not have to cut off his hand to save him?

Or is it because he is too weak to protect the flawless Crown Prince of Midir to the death in the hands of those complicated and changeable careerists?

Or was it because he was too weak and failed to follow the arrangements of another group of people in the finals to kill Horace Bright Star and end the dispute for the throne?

Or was it because he was too weak to hold back his vain desire during the election, ignored Aknett's fitting and impressive knight armor, and sat quietly in the audience?

Could it be that he was too weak and failed to see through the sinister destiny in the fields when he was a child, so he simply refused the hand that the great knight Joaquin extended to him with hope and expectation?

At this moment, Lausanne II shook his left hand - he was hit by an arrow.

Silver crossbow arrows.

The familiar sharp pain came.

The left side of his body began to tingle.

Oops.

Lausanne II forced back an attack and found that the surrounding enemies had turned into red humanoid targets, with pulses pulsing and full of life.

Full of blood.

Not good.

He swallowed subconsciously.

【Blood. 】

No.

Suffering from loss of blood, the monster in the body began to restless, struggling to come out.

Lausanne II's vision went dark, as if he had returned to the barn a long time ago and saw the little girl lying in the grain, her blood staining the grain red.

No……

Right now.

[Remember, attendant! Knight is more than just a name...]

Joaquin's voice suddenly came, making him perk up.

Ever since the encounter in the sewer, the words the teacher said have always vaguely echoed in my ears.

Very annoying.

[...It is a path of sublimation that is worth spending your whole life to understand and practice! 】

The next second, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

Sublime shit.

Uh-huh!

His sword edge was sharpened back decisively, and the silver arrow on his left arm was gouged out along with a large piece of smoking flesh!

The wound on the arm healed quickly.

His pain was still there, but the numbness was slowly disappearing.

[...Why do we insist on this conservative and backward set of ancient knightly laws and this set of creeds that have long been scorned by others? 】

Because you are just an old antique who dares not face reality, fails and escapes all day long, deceives himself and others, and even tirelessly instills this set of fallacies into his students and attendants!

Handro Joaquín!

The nameless anger for no reason defeated the pain and blood thirst, and Lausanne II's swordsmanship suddenly changed!

"His sword speed is too fast!"

The words of the enemies became more and more frightening:

"No, the sword is not fast, it is just too strong!"

"It's obviously a sword move, but it's cunning and weird..."

[Careful, if you no longer believe in these tenets...]

Because they are inherently ridiculous and unworthy of anyone’s belief.

With Joaquin whispering in his ear, Lausanne II calmly waved his sword.

He is cold and decisive, and the monster inside him can no longer affect him.

"This guy must be using a knife! It has an arc when swinging it!"

"How can one person tell the same story? What level is he?"

"There must be something weird about his sword! I'm afraid it's some magical ancient weapon or ancient imperial sword! Find a way to disarm it!"

The next second, Lausanne II sent out a clever stab, sending the opponent who was hurriedly waving the chain to disarm him into the prison river.

[...When that moment comes, only you and your heart know: whether you are worthy of the name of knight or not. 】

But that moment has come, Joaquín.

Lausanne II thought coldly.

And I got it.

It's the name of a knight...

Not worthy of me.

"No, no, no, I recognize this person! Him! It's him!"

"It's Lausanne!"

"The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true! He's back!"

Lausanne II struck out with another sword, piercing the heart of the last enemy and finishing off another opponent.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the blood thirst that was about to start again, and saw with satisfaction:

The opponents' morale collapsed and they dispersed.

The ruthless killing solved a lot of troubles. Many bounty hunters who came after hearing the news began to hesitate and retreat when they saw the corpses and wounded on the ground.

Lausanne II sheathed his sword, turned around, and stepped out of the alley.

How far is it to reach the abandoned sentry tower in the distance?

Yes, that watchtower.

He wants to get there.

There.

He thought so.

It seems that as long as you regard that place as the end point, you can stop thinking about things after the end point or before the starting point.

He could only think so.

But not long after walking, footsteps sounded from behind - someone else was catching up.

more than one.

Lausanne II smiled and touched the hilt of his sword again.

————

Thales stood alone on the sentry tower, playing with the telescope in his hand.

"Okay, he's gone."

Thales suddenly spoke.

"As you said, you can't wait to please me," Thales said to Haoyue strangely without looking back, "Now, what do you have to say?"

The breeze blew, and there was silence on the sentry tower.

Thales frowned.

Finally, when the prince was almost impatient with waiting, another voice sounded faintly:

"Your Highness, please forgive me."

Thales turned around.

The auxiliary officer of the Kingdom of Darkness, Count Le Corleone, appeared silently, stood in front of him, and bowed respectfully:

"It is not my wish to trouble Your Highness like this on this mission, and it is not what Your Majesty Katerina wants."

Thales stared at him for a while.

But Li's expression remained unchanged, as if he was still in the ancient well.

Thales snorted.

"I understand, of course I understand, why not?"

What else can I do if I don’t understand?

Pull out your fangs?

The prince raised his head unhappily and looked at the night sky: "I guess you want to say that this is all forced by my father, right?"

Speaking of this, I understand it very well.

Li raised an extremely uncomfortable mechanical smile, neither admitting nor denying:

"Your Highness can understand, that's great..."

"Come on, come on, come on..."

Thales didn't want to get entangled in red tape with him anymore and got to the point:

"Tell me, what is the relationship between Lausanne II and you? How did he hook up with Federico? What is his purpose related to-"

Thales paused for a moment: He found that from this moment on, Li Guan was frozen and motionless.

It's like he's lost in thought.

No matter what Thales said, there was no response.

Isn't it?

Are you pretending to be dead?

Thales took a deep breath:

"Okay, well, thank you for your secret reminder just now, so I didn't follow Yannick's advice. I will remember your favor..."

But Li remained motionless.

Better than stone withering.

Thales had to say sincerely:

"Please, even if he leaves, you Kingdom of Darkness will lose its prestige and lose face..."

Just give it some flavor!

Li still didn't react at all.

"What's wrong? Are you asleep? Are you in trance? Hey! Hey!"

Thales couldn't help but stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Hey...it's dawn...the sun is coming out...Selena is here...Lanli is resurrected...Katerina is down..."

The next moment, Li suddenly looked up!

Thales was shocked.

"Very good. Now we can confirm that the fourth-generation junior has left the maximum range of eavesdropping." Li Dandan said.

Thales was stunned for a moment, and became angry when he realized what he was doing.

"That's why? Can you, next time -"

But Li seemed to know the right time to speak, and he spoke before the prince became angry.

"As far as I know, Lausanne II received at least one piece of source blood before his death, took it by himself, and was reincarnated successfully - do you know what source blood is?"

Thales paused.

Origin blood.

"Of course, who doesn't know about origin blood yet?" Thales said calmly.

"This is why Lausanne II has no elders or relatives in the Kingdom of Darkness, no guidance and no one to discipline him. He is a natural outlier." Li Zheng said.

A born outlier.

The evil star?

Thales sighed.

"Okay, that was the origin blood given to him by some old guy outside the Kingdom of Darkness? And whose will was it? Is there any relationship--"

"It's not from the vampires."

Thales was startled:

"What?"

Li shook his head and said eloquently: "According to common sense, source blood can only be condensed by powerful vampires, and it will evaporate and lose effectiveness in a short period of time..."

His eyes turned cold:

"But what Lausanne II takes is the only solid source blood that can leave the vampire's body, be stored in a vessel for a long time, and maintain its effectiveness."

"Solid source blood?"

Thales reacted:

"That means Yannick was wrong. There are still people in the world who can pass through the blood of the stray people..."

"However, solid source blood is not something that the vampires themselves can or dare to create."

Li interrupted him. The count was serious and cold at the moment, making Thales couldn't help but fold his arms.

"It's the alchemy tower masters of the old days who used cruel special methods and expensive tools at the expense of the lives of one or even multiple vampires..."

Thales opened his eyes wide.

Li's tone was indifferent, but he closed his eyes:

"...It was forcibly extracted from the living, bloody bodies of our clan."

What?

Refined at the cost of life...

Wait, he just said...

"You mean, mage?" Thales said in surprise.

Li nodded, with confusion in his eyes:

"It's like eternal oil extracted and processed from the eternal whale."

"Mage, refining, life, solid source blood..." Thales muttered for several seconds.

He reacted:

"But at that time, why did the mage of the Alchemy Tower do this? Capture a vampire and then... study it? Or was it just pure hatred?"

"It's profit."

Li said softly.

"The reason why source blood is precious is that it can preserve the essence and vitality of life - when used on ordinary people, it can cure terminal diseases, the living dead, flesh and bones, and even extend youth and life span."

Heal terminal illness, living dead, flesh and bones, prolong life, evergreen...

Thales assessed the meaning of these words and became more and more shocked.

Li closed his eyes and sighed.

“During the imperial era, even after the End War, before the signing of the Convention between Human Nations and the Immortal Species, for various reasons, many people—often big shots, including princes, generals, and ministers—were willing to pay large sums of money to Seeking origin blood and hunting our clan," he looked sad, "so the fate of many vampires is not perfect."

Thales was silent for a long time.

Li opened his eyes:

"But all in all, Lausanne II is not a direct descendant created by us - he was reincarnated from solid source blood into a blood race, which itself represents the tragedy of other members of his race."

He looked at Thales:

"When the Emerald City experienced drastic changes, he took Federico and fled to the Eastern Continent. When he found us by instinct, he was already a vampire."

Thales' eyebrows moved:

"You mean, he escaped with Federico?"

"certainly."

certainly.

Thales hummed inwardly.

Of course you would say that.

In short, it has nothing to do with you Corleone. You were just found, and you couldn't bear it, so you passively protected them.

"In the final analysis, isn't it still your fault?" the prince said unhappily.

Li said nothing.

"So he is really, as Yannick said, an outlier without any elders?"

"It's worse than that." Li's words captured Thales' attention again.

The vampire with a Far Eastern face looked at the battle under the sentry tower from a distance:

"When he took the source blood, his original intention was to save himself and survive the difficult battle. However, he had an accident and died within a short period of time. This prompted the source blood to take effect and start transformation."

"So, his transformation was an accident," Thales kept up the pace and frowned, "Losanne II... wasn't even prepared to become a vampire?"

"Exactly," Li nodded, "So, he is not only an outlier, but also a rejecter."

"Rejector?"

Li looked at Thales:

"You know, in history, there are very few examples of extreme masters transforming into vampires."

Thales recalled what Yannick said and nodded.

"Yes."

"So when we saw examples like Lausanne II, we were quite surprised and excited."

Li's tone became more solemn:

"But we soon discovered that the precedent is rare, and it is not unreasonable. As an extreme master, Lausanne II's identity experience before reincarnation became his biggest obstacle."

"What's the obstacle?"

"He doesn't want to be a vampire."

"Don't want to?"

Li nodded.

"Although we have high hopes for him, Lausanne II is stubborn. He refuses to let go of the past, refuses to admit the facts, and disdains to be with us. He despises the identity of the vampire family and rejects our way of life. He insists on regaining the feeling of being human. He practiced sword practice every day, almost going crazy.

"No matter how many times we persuade him, persuade him to be reborn and leave the past behind, persuade him that the power of ending has long since left him, persuade him that he will never regain his old outlook even if he swings the sword ten thousand times, he still doesn't want to believe it, let alone He received help and guidance and regarded eating with blood as a shame.

"As you can imagine, the result is that he was captured by blood thirst that became stronger day by day, and even his spirit gradually went out of control. We had to use the Dark Night Black Coffin to reconcile his spirit and quell his bloodline riot."

"He still refused to accept you in the end?" Thales asked.

Li shook his head:

"He refused to accept himself."

"Then what do you do?"

Speaking of this, Li couldn't help but sigh:

"In the end, we had to sadly conclude: as stubborn as he is, as lost as he is, he will never become one of us, nor will he be willing to be used by us."

Sad conclusion?

Thales' eyebrows jumped:

"You're not going to—"

"That's right."

Li nodded without any doubt:

"For the Vampires, a Rejector with extreme combat awareness, sensitive identity, and no control, and who is transformed from terrifying solid source blood, is a huge risk."

The earl's eyes were filled with murderous intent:

"He must be executed."

execution.

Thales looked at the other party, then looked at the encirclement under the tower, and sighed:

"Let me guess, the execution went awry?"

Li nodded expressionlessly.

"Although his strength is no longer what it used to be, Lausanne II is not willing to take the lead. Although he has no finishing power, he practices swords day and night, and gradually finds out a method of exerting force suitable for the vampire body, and uses all his superb swordsmanship. Pick it up - even use the convenience of the body to make further progress."

Thales sighed:

"Something went wrong when we executed a lab rat because the experiment made the rat stronger - why am I not surprised?"

Li didn't understand what he said, so he just continued:

"That would be fine, but beyond expectation, he fell into madness during the fierce battle of life and death and awakened extremely rare spiritual powers. We were caught off guard and the entire execution team was wiped out."

completely annihilated……

Thales said solemnly:

"Evil whispering?"

Li's eyes darkened.

"This is the name given by Chris. In short, the situation is far beyond imagination. It took us many generations to close the loopholes, re-lock the crazy and out-of-control Lausanne II, and separate him from the black coffin. And including All the major families including us suffered heavy casualties in that battle, and many of our elders from the extreme realm even needed to sleep to heal their injuries, and they have not yet woken up."

"So exaggerated?"

"After the Black Coffin's increase, his weird powers have only become more exaggerated."

Li raised his head and looked directly at Thales:

"Unfortunately, that also weakened the guards of the Blood Forbidden Prison, allowing the unforgiving criminals inside to take advantage of it."

The blood-forbidden prison...

"Repeat offender..."

Thales muttered these words, and suddenly his expression changed drastically!

Could it be that--

"That's right."

Li's voice was calm, but his eyes were cloudy.

"Not long after that, Serena Corleone, a felon who had committed a heinous crime, escaped from the blood-forbidden prison with little protection under the help of Chris, and also stole the Black Coffin of Night.

"Led by Her Majesty Katerina, our family pursued across the sea until they reached the birch forest in the northern border of your country. We paid an even more painful price before we could recover the black coffin."

Li looked at the stunned Thales with a humble attitude:

"Of course, your highness must know this part better than I do."

clear.

Of course it's clear.

Isn’t it clear?

It took Thales a long time to digest this series of chain reaction events.

Lausanne II, he is not only the culprit of this Emerald City disaster.

Or even the instigator of the disaster in the Thales birch forest many years ago?

Okay.

It’s time to catch up!

He blinked in disbelief.

"Damn it," Thales reacted with excitement, not even caring about the appropriateness of his words, "Then why do you still keep him with this blood feud, this troublemaker? Are you celebrating the New Year? Why don't you hurry up and get Lausanne -"

Thales' words stopped abruptly.

etc.

He looked at Li with empty eyes and suddenly understood.

"You are afraid of him."

Thales muttered as he remembered his encounter with Lausanne II.

"Faced with the most unique and strange vampire individual in thousands of years - no, he can't even be considered a vampire," he frowned, "You are afraid of him, let alone kill him?"

Li lowered his head and avoided his question:

"The last reckless execution caused such a disaster. We suffered heavy losses, and the major families are full of complaints against Corleone."

Even though I didn’t support it in the first place.

"For the sake of the security of the country, with Master Federico's mediation, we reached a compromise with Lausanne II - the process was insignificant."

Thales took a deep breath.

The secrets of Lausanne II were sorted out again.

So finally back to the original question:

"Very good, how to solve it now?"

Thales said with a headache:

"Could it be that no one in the world can control--"

Li interrupted him again at the right time:

"Because of the terrifying power he displayed, we specifically tracked down the source blood that Lausanne II took."

His eyes were burning:

"And finally confirmed the source."

Thales's eyes lit up:

"Very good. That can at least give me some clues - whose bloodline is it? Which vampire family?"

Li said nothing.

Thales had a bad suspicion in his mind:

"Could it be——Nightwing King Lanli?"

Li sighed softly:

"higher."

Thales was stunned.

"higher?"

Etc., etc……

In this world, from childhood to adulthood, in everyone's perception, is there any vampire who is higher and more powerful than Lord Nightwing?

Under the moonlight, Li Yanran said:

"What he took and ultimately transformed himself was the blood of Prince Philip Corleone, the first immortal species in the world and the ancestor of the blood race."

Feili...

who?

What comes first?

What ancestor?

"We speculate that Lausanne II was able to successfully reincarnate as an extreme body, and that he experienced such changes after reincarnation, all because of this - Prince Philip lived in the imperial era, and their method of condensing source blood was more primitive and rough, no matter Follow the rules like a modern vampire who has absorbed countless experiences today."

In front of Thales' confused and disbelieving expression, Li remained calm:

“But to put it crudely, today’s Lausanne II, like me, Her Majesty Katerina, and many of the powerful people in the family, is a second-generation vampire.

"It can be said to be precise that since the rule of the first generation of elders ended completely after the 'Night of Indomitable', Lausanne II is the existing one. Apart from His Majesty Lanli, the bloodline is closest to the ancestor himself.

"If we follow the traditions and laws of the blood clan, except for the long-lost Prince Philip, no one in the world - including His Majesty Lanley - has the right to rely on his blood lineage to order and restrain him as an elder of the family. He, scolded him.

"Let alone finish him off."

The abandoned sentry tower was quiet for a long, long time.

"I don't understand."

Thales came back to his senses and asked urgently:

"Losang II was just a gang killer before. How did he get the blood worth tens of thousands of gold, even the blood of the ancestor of the blood clan? Behind his back - "

"He refused to speak and refused to cooperate - this was also the reason why the clan leaders wanted to execute him in the first place." Li said coldly.

Thales frowned.

"However, the matter is of great importance. We are still investigating this source of blood," Li continued. "We don't know where it was obtained from and how it was refined."

"But how did it get into the hands of the world? We have dug up some clues and are about to review it with His Highness."

Thales swallowed his throat: "What clue?"

Li looked at him carefully.

"Decades ago, a powerful figure in the Western Continent was seriously injured and almost dying," the vampire said very slowly, observing very carefully, "He went to the heaven and the earth, searching for a panacea."

A panacea...

Thales frowned.

By the way, source blood can... the living dead, flesh and bones?

I saw Li continue:

"We have reason to believe that the mysterious and terrifying solid source of blood has gone through many games in the hands of many powerful people, and finally ended up in the Kingdom of the Holy Tree."

What?

Thales' eyes moved.

"The holy elves will then hand it over to their most powerful allies in the human world."

The most powerful...human ally of the Holy Tree Kingdom?

Thales was stunned.

"That's right, Your Highness."

Li bowed again:

"The piece that originally belonged to Prince Philip is a precious solid source of blood that can kill the living dead, flesh and bones..."

He said coldly:

"It was originally prepared for the crown prince of your country, Midir Bright Star."

————

"You dare to pursue me..."

Lausanne II stopped and turned around:

"What are your backgrounds?"

Unexpectedly, Lausanne II did not see any elite soldiers dressed in fancy clothes or equipped with professional equipment.

Instead, there was an uneven and seemingly patchwork team.

Like a group of defeated soldiers.

"I'm not important." Among the chasing team, a swordsman with old leather armor stepped forward through gritted teeth.

Lausanne II raised his gaze.

"But, Tate Bischoff, remember? He was my friend, a very, very good... friend," the swordsman stared at him, "until you pretended to be his name and broke into the election. , causing him to become the laughing stock of the entire Emerald City."

That's it?

Lausanne II shook his head in disdain.

The reputation of a friend.

Is this worth dying for?

"He was originally a commoner. With such a reputation and past, he can no longer be a knight." The swordsman suppressed his grief and anger. "You took away his ideal of knighthood."

Lausanne II was silent.

Knight, right?

Then this is also for the good of Tate.

The killer's eyes were cold:

If only his ideals were so cheap.

And childish.

"Hey, killer!"

On the other side, a muscular man also took a step forward and tightened the gloves and bladed rings on his hands.

"Tanasir, Sogon, and Bolwyn—the three boxers who died at your hands, remember?"

Boxer?

Lausanne II frowned.

He found that he couldn't remember clearly.

These days, except for "work", he locked himself indoors most of the time. Only when he really couldn't bear it, he would look for - he was very reluctant to think about - the source of blood, usually picking those who were alone. , a fierce-looking guy.

The monster takes care of the rest.

Looking at his appearance, the sturdy man smiled sadly.

"Of course you don't remember," the man said with sad and angry eyes, "Anyway, a boxer's life is cheap, and no one will feel sorry for him if he dies."

What's more, the strong man thought to himself that among them, Tanase was a sick fool who was doing bad things just to collect a dowry for his daughter who would not recognize him until she died.

Suo Geng is an ex-convict. No matter why he got in, after he is released from prison, his life will be ruined and he will never be able to find a serious job.

As for Bolwyn, he was dragged down by his father and although he did nothing, haha, he was no different from an ex-con.

They die and no one remembers them.

No one cares.

Emerald City doesn't care either.

Lausanne II was silent for a few seconds, then turned his eyes to the opponent's ring: "Are you a boxer too?"

"Yes, I'll hang out with Gutierrez," the sturdy boxer sneered, "but I won't do it now."

Fuck the Blood Bottle Gang.

Boxer thought.

So many boxers died, and they didn’t care.

They will only treat them as donkeys.

"What do the three dead people have to do with you?"

The boxer sneered and clenched his fist ring:

"Leave me alone."

Lausanne II frowned.

"I, I dig, I dig out shit, I dig out shit," the third young man who spoke looked foolish, spoke intermittently, and was carrying a rusty shovel. When he saw the look in Lausanne II's eyes, he shrank back. "But daddy said, if you owe someone, you must pay it back."

Lausanne II narrowed his eyes:

"What do I owe you?"

"I owe Boss Roger."

Roger.

Lausanne II had a thought in his mind.

The loyal leader of the Blood Bottle Gang.

"But a long time ago, Boss Roger's boss owed me money," Lausanne II sneered, "Who will pay me back?"

The stupid young man was stunned for a few seconds and panicked:

"Ah, he owes him, he owes you, I owe him, then I, I, I..."

He wrote "What to do" on his face, and after calculating in panic for a while, he timidly made up his mind:

"I, I'll pay him back first."

Lausanne II smiled disdainfully.

"With your virtue, your father is willing to let you come?"

The idiot was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head in frustration: "Dad died while digging out excrement."

"Boss Roger paid for the burial."

Lausanne II's smile slowly disappeared.

From the other direction, a strong female warrior, dragging a spear and an injured leg, limped forward with difficulty.

Lausanne II thought she looked familiar.

"Dosalan fought you before." She reluctantly said, "You are more powerful than Dosalan, much, much more powerful."

Lausanne II couldn't understand what she said. It seemed to be the dialect of the peninsula in the southern part of the Eastern Continent, which was very different from the common language.

But this did not prevent him from seeing the fighting spirit in the other party's eyes.

No, it's more than just fighting spirit.

Even more decisive.

"Danzalan came from the red soil and carried the hope of the whole village."

The female warrior grabbed her weapon, took a deep breath, and spoke in her native dialect that no one could understand.

Yes, she is the hope of the whole village.

Dosalan must earn money to repay the debt of Governor Humble.

There are so many debts that even the village elders cannot count them even after exhausting all the resources in the village.

So Dosaran cannot retreat.

Whether it's reaching the top eight of the selection and getting a bounty.

Or kill it?

?A swordsman, get the bounty.

As long as that...

In the village, there is no need to sell the children to the governor to pay off debts.

"I don't know this country woman whose arms are thicker than her legs, and I don't understand her dialect," the sturdy boxer said, "but guess what, I like her."

Lausanne II looked around, looking at the group of "remnants and defeated generals" that surrounded him. He looked at the determined look in their eyes and shook his head:

"You're going to die."

Many people laughed.

He didn't have to repeat it a second time.

Because they have already rushed up.

No turning back.

clang!

Lausanne II blocked the spear of the female warrior,

The scene was chaotic, but the outcome was clear.

Among them, there is neither a master who is superior to anyone else, nor one who is as good at battle formation coordination and on-the-spot planning as that Marius, nor is there any coordination or tacit understanding at all.

Purely relying on bravery...

Just to die.

The first one to die was the swordsman who came for the friend he pretended to be - what was his friend's name?

boom!

Lausanne II knocked the stupid boy's shovel away without any tricks. With a backhand sword, he pierced the swordsman's fragile abdomen.

"That friend of yours is not worthy." Lausanne II said coldly.

The swordsman realized something, and he let go of the sword with tears in his eyes.

His dull eyes stared at Lausanne II, his lips trembling.

"It's worth it." The swordsman whispered his last words.

Lausanne II was about to disdain to draw his sword, but at that moment, when he saw the corners of the swordsman's lips raised unconsciously and the smile of determination and relief, he suddenly understood something.

That Tate might not be worth it.

But love is worth it.

Lausanne II was stunned.

Because in this day and age, that's the only way.

There was a cry of death behind him.

At that moment, Lausanne II felt a strange emotion welling up in his chest.

Not blood thirst.

But far better than blood thirst.

The next second, the inexplicably angry Lausanne II roared and pulled the sword blade out of the swordsman's abdomen!

boring.

boring!

He fought off Dosalan, spun around, and the sword in his hand cracked fiercely!

clang!

When the sword's edge struck, an upright shovel was broken off.

Also broken at the same time were the stupid boy's arms.

The latter looked at the bright red splashing on the broken arm in confusion, then looked at the line of blood gradually spreading from the chest, and trembled violently.

"I owe, I owe, I owe Luo, Boss Roger, I have to pay it back, pay it back, pay it back..." He muttered to himself with his eyes widened.

"You have nothing, idiot."

Lausanne II mercilessly brushed past the young man and knocked off his upper body with his shoulder.

"What can I get in return?"

The foolish young man split into two parts and fell to the ground, his babble getting smaller and smaller.

But Lausanne II's vampire hearing still accurately captured those breathless last words:

"Take...life...in return..."

Lausanne II couldn't help but close his eyes.

This damn body.

Damn your hearing.

And this self-righteous fool is mentally retarded.

Why he just doesn't understand...

Roger didn't want anything in return!

call!

The wind came.

Lausanne II didn't need to open his eyes at all, he dodged the boxer's attack without warning, and then stabbed the female warrior directly with his sword!

Dosalan roared angrily, distanced himself, and prepared to swing his spear across!

Very good to deal with.

If her legs weren't hurt.

Lausanne II's wrist trembled slightly.

laugh!

There was a soft muffled sound, and the female warrior was hit by a sword in the neck.

She leaned her spear on the ground and felt the heat gushing out in disbelief.

But the next second, Dosalan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and continued to press forward despite the bleeding on his neck!

clang!

Lausanne II deflected her last spear attack and watched her slowly fall.

"You are a warrior." He whispered, suppressing the tremor in his voice.

The female warrior didn't understand what he said.

She just looked at the ground, smelling the soil that was completely different from the red soil of her hometown.

it does not matter.

The female warrior slowly closed her eyes.

Dosalan failed.

But there are others.

Red God bless.

Other sisters, other brave and fearless war wives of God who are heading towards different destinations...

Each of them... is the hope of the whole village.

They...can do it, right?

clang!

Lausanne II turned around and made a backhand, using the blade of his sword to bear a heavy punch firmly, and took two steps back.

clang!

Another punch, and a spark erupted from the steel fist ring.

Lausanne II drew his sword in time and counterattacked, but in the face of the sword's edge, the strong boxer just instinctively punched forward!

clang!

Fists and swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Unable to close the distance, Lausanne II frowned: the opponent was unreasonable, ignored offense and defense, and turned a blind eye to his possible injuries. He just blindly approached step by step, roaring and throwing punch after punch!

clang!

Some of the punches were empty, and some were blocked.

clang! clang! clang!

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

In terms of strength, this boxer is not as good as the swordsmen or hunters in front of him. The force of each punch is quite satisfactory, and he is a strong bridge and a strong horse.

This is the way of fighting in the black boxing ring.

but……

Lausanne II looked at this man whose eyes were red, and who was just pumping his fist forward regardless of the situation.

But there is one thing about this boxer that is more terrifying than anyone before him:

Not only is he not afraid of death.

He is also good at risking his life.

For this alone, he was a hundred times more dangerous than all the people who had blindly sacrificed their lives before combined, and even more dangerous than some extreme masters who were content with the status quo and cherished their wings.

Fissot can even find people like this...

He deserves to be the biggest drug lord in the Kingdom of Stars.

Lausanne II narrowed his eyes.

But that's it.

The next second, he changed his sword skills, the sword rubbed against the ring, and stuck to the opponent's fist with strange force!

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

He held the sword like a harp, and exerted force like a saw, with just two sword strikes, deep scars were visible on the boxer's arm!

The boxer groaned in pain, and as soon as his fist softened, Lausanne II seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest.

it's over.

But at the same time, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes. He pushed the boxer away and lowered his sword!

Ding! when!

The sound of metal clashing came from the night sky, and a figure grunted, passed over Lausanne II's head, and rolled to the ground.

This feeling of fighting...

Lausanne II lowered his head, looked at the knife wound on his wrist that was rapidly healing, and looked at the uninvited guest again:

"Black silk?"

On the other side, Lai York stood up with difficulty and looked at his wrist - his wound was larger than Lausanne II.

"You keep the best distance, and you are also the most cautious and patient in your attacks." Lausanne II pondered for a while. "It seems that you understand me better than they do."

Lai York sneered and glared at the other party unwilling to be outdone:

"Yeah, maybe too understanding."

Lausanne II shook his head and raised his sword:

"Not enough understanding."

"I know I can't kill you, but I'm just curious."

Lai York covered his arms and gritted his teeth.

"Besides being able to fight," Quiet Killer snorted, "what else does a guy like you have that is worthy of her?"

Lausanne II was stunned.

The next second, Lai York turned around and evacuated, disappearing into the alley.

Lausanne II looked at the direction in which the enemy was retreating, feeling at a loss.

what did he say?

Snapped!

Lausanne II turned around - the dying boxer pressed his wounds, stood up unsteadily, and grabbed his clothes.

The vampire killer shook his head and was about to leave.

"They followed me..."

Lausanne II had a meal.

"What?"

"They," the boxer said quietly, using his last strength, "didn't kill me."

Lausanne II was startled.

What?

right.

The boxer thought in a daze: That year, when he fled to the Emerald City without food or drink, he was deceived into the ring of life and death by the crooks of the Blood Bottle Gang...

Them - the boxers, the fools and the ex-cons...

They didn't kill him.

Faced with a beggar from a foreign land who was powerless, dying, and with blood all over his face, they silently lowered their bloody fists amid the urging of the ladies and gentlemen in the audience...

They didn't do it for that very considerable "bloody bonus" like other boxers...

Beat him to death.

"They died and no one remembers..."

Even the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't care.

"But it does not matter……"

The boxer closes his eyes:

"I remember."

I remember.

Lausanne II was silent.

"You, Boxer," he whispered, "what's your name?"

The boxer raised his head with difficulty.

"me……"

He gave a sad smile.

The next second, the boxer released his hand holding the wound.

winter!

He punched Lausanne II hard on the side of his face!

The force was so strong that the latter's eyes were blurred and his eardrums roared!

The next second, the boxer let go of Lausanne II and fell to the ground, dying.

Lausanne II was in a state of embarrassment: the blades on his fist ring scratched his face to pieces, dripping with blood, and even half of his nose fell off.

But he wasn't angry or annoyed, he just looked at the boxer on the ground silently, letting the injuries on his face heal quickly.

"That's it, I remember it."

Lausanne II nodded slowly:

"Your name is Boxer."

Lausanne II raised his steps and stepped over the bodies of countless people: the unknown swordsman, the foolish boy, Dosalan, the boxer...

For a moment, he suddenly missed the monster in his body.

Miss that blood thirst.

Because he doesn't have to have more feelings and emotions when they're rioting.

[Injured...blood on the ground...]

The thought comes and the monster speaks at the right time.

【Shut up. 】

Lausanne II solemnly sheathed his sword and stepped forward.

Across the blood on the ground - human blood that exudes mellow fragrance and temptation.

It was as if they could no longer affect him in the slightest.

Lausanne II stepped onto a path and felt the nearby bounty hunters fleeing like a tide.

The circle was as silent as a cemetery.

That's all.

Lausanne II thought silently.

No matter how high the price Feisuo and Xiaodaozi offered, seeing the corpses everywhere and countless precedents, except for idiots who died for various reasons, no one should dare to——

"Stop!

! "

A sudden loud shout broke the silent moonlit night.

Full of energy.

But he couldn't hide his fatigue.

Lausanne II raised his gaze.

"Down here..."

He saw a young man covered in dust and bruises, struggling to carry a big sword, appearing in front of him precariously.

"Down here..."

The young man trembled, panted, and coughed several times. Then he calmed down and shouted to the empty street:

"The next hundred steps ranger - Kong Geyou!"

The familiar opponent trembled. He raised the big sword that didn't fit in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the vampire killer:

"Eliminate harm to the people, eliminate violence and bring peace to the people!"

Lausanne II closed his eyes.