Kingdom’s Bloodline

After hearing the secret revealed by Li, Thales got over the initial surprise and calmed down.

"According to what you say, not only can you not be blamed for today's disaster," the prince said in a doubtful tone, "but also the Bright Star royal family should be blamed for not taking good care of the source blood, so that Lausanne II became a vampire, causing endless disasters?"

"I have absolutely no intention of doing so," Li Gongjin replied, his scrutinizing eyes never leaving Thales, "But with this clue, Your Highness must be closer to the truth behind the killer than we are."

Thales frowned.

How cunning.

The old fellow threw the mystery back to me with all the threads needed to solve it, and explicitly and covertly abdicated Corleone's responsibility.

But this trick did work, and Thales couldn't help but wonder:

Lausanne II, this unblinking killer returned to the Kingdom of Stars after many years, not just to avenge the Blood Bottle Gang's old grudges.

How did he get the blood that should belong to Crown Prince Midir?

What is his relationship with the Bright Star royal family?

At this moment, Li suddenly turned his head and looked down the tower naturally:

"The younger generation of the Houllier family has made war with the other party."

Thales took a deep breath, cleared more doubts from his mind, and forced himself to return to the present.

"Thank God," he raised the binoculars and finally found the target. "They are shooting on the roof, at least I can see it."

Despite the speed of the battle between Yannick and Lausanne II, Thales could not see anything except the flash of figures in Mohu.

"However, Your Highness should be careful."

"Because Yannick might not be his match?"

Li shook his head.

"As far as we know, this Yannick Houllier has been the leader of the family at a young age. He specializes in manipulating power and taking advantage of opportunities. He is deeply trusted by the 'ghost mother'."

As for the "Ghost Lady" Vesantria Hollier herself, she is an old member of the "Indomitable Night" and the leader of the rebellion against the Kingdom of Night. Even His Majesty Nightwing must be wary of, fearful, and full of love and hate. troublesome person.

Li thought so and kept talking:

"In your opinion, why did the Holier family, who have lived in the Feast Land for a long time, choose to visit the Emerald City at this time?"

Thales' thoughts moved.

For the Emerald Celebration?

To see the prince?

To deliver a message to the ugly-faced woman?

Thales thought of his encounter with Yannick at the fight banquet.

"For 'balance'." He said calmly.

Li nodded lightly:

"Since it's for balance, will he really do his best as you wish?"

Thales frowned.

Of course, you know that.

A voice in the prince's heart told him:

In fact, Yannick already knew the truth.

This elegant vampire had long seen the filth beneath the surface of the Emerald City, and guessed that a fellow vampire was secretly hunting in the city. That's why he left those meaningful words at the battle banquet:

[...The Emerald City is undercurrent at the moment, and there are a lot of dirty things here. 】

But he, the acting master of the Huanxin Court, a young vampire of the Hollier family, was indifferent and even happy to see the outcome.

He waited for the day when the ruler of the Emerald City - whether it was Thales or Zhan - would suffer and be anxious.

in exchange for greater returns.

The problem is, Thales...

The voice in his heart said faintly:

How can you take advantage of this?

————

Ding!

Metal clashed, and the swords of the two men on the roof rotated back and forth. The attack and defense were so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, leaving only an unclear phantom.

"Don't you find it strange, child? You have always refused to accept the identity of the vampires, and refused to join them and be used by them..."

But during the fierce fight, Yannick's voice was always gentle and calm:

"Then why do the Corleones still keep you? Why don't they just kill you -"

An exquisite sword move suddenly appeared in the dazzling way, interrupting Yannick immediately!

The vampire councilor who was caught off guard grunted, quickly retreated, and appeared on another roof.

"They tried."

Lausanne II raised his head, his face as white as a corpse and lifeless:

"They can't do it."

After saying this, he showed his badly damaged long sword:

The blade of the sword was stained with black blood, dripping from it.

Yannick frowned, and he slightly released his left hand that was holding his abdomen: the wound was deeply injured, and black blood was pouring out continuously.

Damn it, how on earth did he stab this sword?

If I were still an ordinary human being...

But Lausanne II frowned slightly when he saw this scene:

Off.

That sword should have gone straight to the heart.

"Can't do it? Oh, Prince Philip, who was once invincible, thought so too," Yannick quickly raised his head and put on the standard smile of a diplomat and a member of parliament again, "until he was overthrown by Lenley Corleone. The throne has been turned over and it has become an old story in the history books.”

Lausanne II did not answer, or rather, he answered with action:

The killer jumped forward and the sword light came back!

Can't he wait any longer?

Yannick complained endlessly. He couldn't wait for the wound to recover and was forced to challenge again:

What's going on in the world today? When masters compete, shouldn't they respect each other and at least let their opponents finish their sentences?

clang!

With swords blazing across the sky, Lausanne II charged in and pursued without hesitation, while Yannick retreated and dodged without hesitation.

The Vampire Killer's movement was slightly inferior to Yannick's, but he was better than Yannick because of his excellent swordsmanship. Every blow landed at a key point that the opponent had to guard against. Within a few rounds, Yannik was hit by the sword again and retreated ten meters away. !

This time, Yannick did not have such a good posture. He knelt down on one knee while his body was shaking:

A terrible wound was cut diagonally from the right shoulder, even cracking open the collarbone.

Not even close.

Lausanne II shook the black blood on his sword and was not satisfied:

It's still a little short of being defeated.

"Just like this," the killer whispered, "they are afraid of me."

The filthy people in the Kingdom of Darkness—especially the old guys who have lived for thousands of years—are selfish, greedy, and afraid of death. They are afraid of his swordsmanship, his superpowers, his determination, and even more afraid of him. He has accumulated countless killing experiences over the past few decades (how many people have those old guys killed? Who did they kill? Farmers walking home at night? Bloody food trembling in a small dark room? He respects them and A human blood servant who loves and fears?).

In short, they were unwilling to pay a high price to kill him.

"Afraid of you?"

Yannick couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He was currently trying his best to repair the severe injuries on his shoulder and neck, and it was a little difficult to speak:

"Poor child, you were, you were deceived..."

Lausanne II raised his eyes and stepped forward without any delay.

And you are going to be killed.

A filthy bumbling bum.

"You may not understand Corleone," Yannick said with a look of pain on his face, "but I can tell you that this is not fear, but power: the Corleone family put on a show to make you think they are afraid of you."

cheat?

Machiavellianism?

interesting.

Lausanne II was disdainful.

If that was acting, the price they paid was too high.

That night, in order to execute him, the filthy people from the Kingdom of Darkness came one after another, but they just rushed to provide him with fuel and food one after another, until they stimulated the uncontrollable ferocity and superpowers in his body.

The Corleone family was at a loss, and the other families in the seven branches of the Kingdom of Night suffered heavy casualties...

Lausanne II was about to raise his sword, but suddenly stopped.

other.

Other families.

He looked directly at Yannick again.

One after another.

One by one.

In the Kingdom of Darkness, everyone except Corleone...

Other families?

Lausanne II unconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

"What do you know?" he asked softly.

Yannick laughed miserably.

"I was told this by a terrible friend, or rival, who unfortunately is related to the Corleone family."

Lausanne II frowned.

"Yes, Corleone lied to you because they wanted to get better use of you."

Yannick stood up tremblingly. The injury on his abdomen had been repaired, but the severe injury on his shoulder was still recovering, and the wound was closed to the naked eye.

"Because if you feel that they are 'not afraid' of you, then you will be on guard and fight them to the end, refusing to compromise, let alone cooperate."

Yannick sneered again and again.

"Only if you feel that they are 'afraid' of you, then - at least in your eyes - they can be naturally forced to let you go, keep you, and have to let you 'move freely'."

Lausanne II did not speak, he just stared at the other party's wounds.

"As for why..."

Yannick sneered: "A living chess piece is always more useful than a dead chess piece."

piece.

Lausanne II's sword trembled slightly.

Yannick stretched out his hand to signal to him:

"Look now, aren't you running for others willingly and without complaint? You even naively think that this is all out of your own will, that everything you do is for yourself and out of Free will, are you acting freely?”

The vampire councilor laughed:

"In this way, as a chess piece, won't you be more alive and motivated, and you will go all out to do your work?"

Having said this, Yannick thought of something and couldn't help but look around:

"Just like the land under our feet, the state council created by the wise king made everyone who could attend the meeting, from the princes and generals to the traffickers and soldiers, think that they have the power to influence the state affairs and have the authority to order. The capital that the rulers are afraid of has the right to speak for itself and the qualification to act freely. "

He lamented:

"So, they neglected suspicion and forgot hatred, let alone resistance."

Accept the seats given to them by the mighty Kingdom with peace of mind, as if they were born to do so.

Lausanne II lowered his head.

"Then here comes the question. You have now stood at the most critical point in this power struggle, and you can influence everything with every move you make." Yannick moved his shoulders, and his wound finally healed. "How should you react? "

He smiled brightly:

"A chess piece that thinks it's free?"

What responded to him was the increasingly cold sword light of Lausanne II.

————

On the abandoned sentry tower, Thales was silent for a long time and finally put down the telescope.

"Make a deal."

Le Corleone's eyelids twitched:

"Your Highness?"

"Whether Yannick or others want to interfere with it, Count Li, please bring Lausanne II to me. He must be able to breathe and be interrogated."

Thales turned around:

"In this way, your bad debt of sheltering exiled political figures for many years, including smuggling vampire killers, causing harm to the Emerald City, and overthrowing the Duke of the Kingdom, will be wiped out."

Li Wenyan frowned.

"I am grateful for Your Highness's tolerance, but this person carries the blood of Prince Philip, and his powers are weird and terrifying. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do -"

"If a drop of blood is so terrifying," Thales interrupted rudely, "then where is Prince Philip now? Why hasn't he ruled the world yet?"

Perhaps this question was too sensitive, so the Vampire Earl closed his mouth and did not respond.

Thales stared at him for several seconds before turning his head and smiling.

"You know, when the blood disaster caused chaos in Longxiao City, the initiator also told me: the disaster was too terrible, and even if they wanted to stop it, there was nothing they could do."

Li's eyes moved when he heard a few secret keywords.

Thales turned back and looked at the brightly lit Kongming Palace in the distance.

"But later I would also suspect that as the people who planned the conspiracy and caused the disaster, they might not be powerless."

He said quietly:

"I just don't want to contribute."

Thales turned to the opponent again, his eyes like swords:

"What do you think, Count Li?"

Li was silent for a long time, then took a step back and bowed respectfully, but he did not give in his words:

"Your Highness, please note that before coming here, Her Majesty Cortrina gave us many orders, asking us to abide by the rules in your country and not to create extraneous matters."

Thales sighed.

"But Katerina also said that you should be able to adapt to circumstances."

Instead of answering his words, Li changed the topic.

"This killer is a chess piece in the game between Master Federico and his cousin," Li looked down the tower with an expressionless face, "Since Your Highness has attacked him, does it mean that you have already formed a team among them, and for Jade The fate of the city has been decided?"

Take sides?

No matter which team I'm on, it's going to be very troublesome.

Thales thought of Zhan and Federico. He had a headache and kept thinking about what the other party cared about.

"If you are worried about revenge against Zhan En, or you are worried about Iris' revenge, then I can guarantee——"

"I'm not worried about Kevin Dill," Li didn't let him finish. "Historically, Blood Fang has had enmity with the three masters of Kongming Palace, but no matter how great the enmity is, it will wait until their birthday." After all, the clouds have disappeared, and when the benefits come, they will be reconciled as before. "

"Then why-"

Li's eyes moved:

"What I'm worried about is, Your Highness: Did you communicate with Fuxing Palace for instructions before making this decision?"

Thales frowned slightly.

He remembered King Kessel's letter:

【It's up to you. 】

But……

Thales' expression remained unchanged, but he didn't mean what he said:

"That's natural - His Majesty has given me full authority to handle matters here."

"In this case, Your Highness, you should not ask us for extra help," the auxiliary officer of the Kingdom of Darkness said indifferently, but there was something in his words, "because our cooperation with the Kingdom's Secret Department, or in other words, with the Fuxing Palace has been settled. . And the bad debt you used to blackmail me into 'writing it off' shouldn't be on us."

Thales frowned.

"You said earlier that in the face of disaster and chaos, the initiator may not be powerless, but unwilling to contribute," Li Youyou said, "Maybe because there is someone else who is really 'too terrible'?"

Thales was silent.

"After leaving the Emerald City, I will leave for the north to meet with His Majesty Kessel as the envoy of the state and hand over my credentials." Li glanced at him and bowed, "Why do you need to force others into trouble?"

Thales looked at the other person and pondered silently.

Li turned around.

"After Katerina returned to China, life was not easy because she lost her two big helpers, right?"

Thales suddenly spoke:

"Otherwise, we wouldn't be so anxious to see an Emerald City where there is 'harmony and mutual trust'."

Li didn't respond.

Thales took a deep breath, and after thinking carefully, he spoke firmly:

“But sometimes, it’s precisely because we don’t push ourselves that people can be so scary.”

Li's eyes moved:

"what do you mean?"

Thales exhaled and said resolutely:

"In fact, everything I do now may be far from the wishes of the Fuxing Palace, so let's make a new deal."

Li narrowed his eyes.

Thales took a step forward:

"Katerina said that even though she was walking in the dark night, she opened her eyes and looked at them full of stars, illuminating the road ahead like daylight, right?"

Li raised his lips.

Thales looked quietly towards the bottom of the tower:

"Tell her I understand."

"Understand what?"

Thales looked at the night scene of the new suburb with an expressionless expression.

"I stand on the earth, and when I raise my head, I see the stars."

He looked at the bright Milky Way in the night sky and spoke softly:

"Just wait until the sun sets into the night and reach for the stars."

————

Uh-huh!

The sword flashed, and Yannick fell from the roof to the ground. He took three steps back before he could stand still. His body was dripping with blood and he was in a miserable state.

Not good.

This guy who doesn't listen to anyone's advice is really a one-man swordsman. He doesn't rely on his physical strength, but only relies on his unparalleled swordsmanship to firmly suppress the vampire's speed, agility, dexterity and strength.

Those who can do this in history are all famous extreme masters.

For example, the famous wolf enemy Keira, faced with his seemingly mediocre blade, even the "Confessor" Parelai Rayhardt, who is known for his weird and weird moves and once fought against the Nightwing King, also begged. No benefit.

On the other side, Lausanne II landed lightly.

"You are good at swordsmanship, vampire." He said slowly.

There are some moves that have hints of advanced martial arts.

Unlike other dirty species that only take advantage of vampires' physical strength to run rampant - such as the beasts of the Castigan clan and the Loliroa clan.

The next second, Lausanne II rose up and approached quickly!

Yannick, who was still recovering from his wounds, had to raise his sword again and hastily accept the challenge.

clang!

The two swords were pressed together.

Lausanne II was stuck in the position where it was easiest to exert force, and shook his head coldly:

"But it was almost."

It is this ordinary point that separates the insurmountable chasm between the masters.

Under Yannick's disbelieving gaze, the opponent's sword turned strangely, and just when he was about to counterattack, it went straight into his chest.

Lausanne II sent out the sword without hesitation, letting it pierce deeper until it pierced the opponent's heart.

This is the point that will determine life and death in the end - Huh?

Lausanne II's hand trembled, and he immediately felt something was wrong!

This is not the feel and direction that pierces the heart!

laugh!

As Yannick groaned in extreme pain, he tried his best to parry Lausanne II's sword with his narrow sword. The blade was slightly deflected, rubbing against his ribs and piercing his upper abdomen.

Lausanne II shrank.

For the Vampires, this was a serious injury, but not fatal.

The next second, Yannick's eyes became fierce. He roared and raised his head, counterattacked with the narrow sword in his right hand, and turned into a sharp claw in his left hand.

Worse.

Lausanne II reacted very quickly and immediately drew his sword to defend!

Uh-huh!

In the phantom that was approaching Mo Lake, the two figures were separated as soon as they touched each other!

Clang.

Both weapons landed.

laugh.

A large amount of black blood shot out and splashed all over the sky.

Yannick took several steps back and knelt down on one knee tremblingly. Black blood surged from the wounds on his chest and abdomen, forming a stream underneath him.

Lausanne II weakly leaned against the wall: the flesh on his chest was opened by vicious and fierce claws, and a large amount of flesh and blood was taken away. The white ribs were vaguely visible, which was shocking.

Both sides were seriously injured.

The vampire physique took effect instantly, and the flesh and blood of the two people's wounds trembled and sprouted, trying their best to heal themselves.

But it was obvious that Yannick's recovery was extremely fast and the bleeding was stopped in a short time.

Lausanne II groaned in pain - the healing speed of his wounds became extremely slow and he was unable to do what he wanted.

【Blood. 】

The desire in the body wells up at the right time.

After fighting fiercely for a long time, his blood was seriously low.

Urgent need for replenishment.

【Blood……】

But what concerned him more than this was...

Lausanne II endured the severe pain and tried his best to raise his head.

"It seems that your swordsmanship may not be as superb as they say, lost child." Yannick smiled coldly, his words playful.

Lausanne II was in disbelief.

The sure-kill blow that he had an absolute advantage was blocked by the opponent on the line between life and death?

Being able to fight sword against sword, escape and fight back at such a disadvantage, and fight to the death of both sides...

No.

unless……

He looked at Yannick in front of him solemnly.

Unless the other party uses it...

It is a more superb and exquisite swordsmanship.

but……

Yannick stood up with difficulty, took out a small bottle as big as a finger, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and drank it all.

The moment the other party unscrewed the bottle cap, Lausanne II's nose moved and he gritted his teeth in pain.

[Blood, blood! Want blood! 】

The next second, Yannick trembled all over, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen healed quickly!

Yannick breathed out a comfortable breath and resumed his smile.

"This is the blood essence refined by the 'scholar' Merchid family. It is highly concentrated and easy to carry. Ah, their family likes to invent and create," he shook the empty bottle in his hand and took out another small bottle with a smile. Friendly, "Why don't you have a bottle? I'm treating you. I promise it's non-toxic and harmless."

After saying this, he really threw the small bottle towards Lausanne II!

【Blood! 】

The killer's face tightened, and he dragged his seriously injured body away.

With a snap, the bottle shattered to the ground, and a small pool of blood flowed out.

"Sorry, I almost forgot. You are not trained and cannot eat sensibly." Yannick looked apologetic as if he had just remembered this, "What a pity."

after all……

A bottle is very expensive.

Yannick sighed.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth and forced himself not to look at the pool of essence blood on the ground.

No.

No!

Soon, both were seriously injured, and Yannick recovered as before, while the wound on Lausanne II only stopped bleeding, and the self-healing almost stopped.

The balance of victory and defeat changed instantly.

"This is not your real strength."

Lausanne II tore off his clothes with difficulty, and bandaged his wounds with unfamiliarity and skill as he had done before his death:

"It's your superpower."

Yannick frowned:

"Why do you say that?"

Lausanne II snorted coldly, endured the severe pain and spoke:

"Every time I gain the upper hand, my sword always fails. It's not because of your swordsmanship, but because of my sword..."

"No, no, no," Yannick interrupted him, his eyes sharp, "What I'm asking is, why do you think those mysterious and complicated abilities require countless costs to understand, become familiar with, and train to use?" , can’t it be regarded as real ‘strength’?”

Lausanne II's expression changed.

Yannick smiled.

"In other words, if you die in my hands tonight, Lausanne II, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, no matter how strong your true 'strength' is..."

Having said this, the vampire councilman stopped being humorous and disrespectful, and instead solemnly picked up his weapon with a serious look on his face:

"What's the point?"

Before he finished speaking, Yannick's figure disappeared instantly!

Lausanne II's eyelids twitched, and he struggled towards his sword!

The next second, Yannick flashed in front of Lausanne II, and the two swords crossed again.

clang!

Metal clashed, and the two of them were also separated at the first touch.

But this time, Yannick took three steps back methodically and with ease.

Lausanne II took off his sword, groaned in pain and fell to his knees, with another wound on his body.

no.

He was severely injured, his body was weak, his vision was erratic and unstable, his sword was not accurate, and his footwork was messy.

【Blood!

! Blood!

! 】

Shut up.

The killer knelt on the ground and thought gloomily:

No matter how many excellent and exquisite sword moves are enough to turn defeat into victory at this moment, none of them can be used.

Sure enough... the situation is over.

I just don’t know…

What kind of power did the opponent use to start from an absolute disadvantage and reverse it step by step?

"Ah, you've already gone so far, and you can bite me back." Yannick looked at the extra scratch on his elbow and couldn't help but admire, "You really have good swordsmanship."

I am afraid that even the Baplan family of the "Jingwei" who have led the six branches of the feast and studied peerless martial arts, no one can compare with him in swordsmanship.

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

"What a shame."

Yannick did not pursue, but sighed condescendingly:

"If you were not so stubborn, but accepted your identity as a vampire, made good use of my clan's abilities, got used to our clan's physique, and even achieved the 'true form', coupled with this superb swordsmanship that is rare in the world, tsk tsk tsk... "

He looked into the distance with far-reaching eyes and his words were bewitching:

"How high will you reach?"

Lausanne II heard this with disdain.

"nonsense."

Didn't those filthy people from the Kingdom of Darkness, and even that boy from Kevin Deere, nag him about these words?

Lausanne II thought as he was dying, and pulled the bandage on the wound tighter.

His posture was ugly and trembling, and he finally touched the fallen sword.

Like...

Just like the Hundred-Step Ranger just now.

This thought flashed past, and Lausanne II forced himself to forget it.

He gritted his teeth and leaned on the ground with his sword:

"If I hadn't refused to become a filthy species and spent my time and energy sucking blood and grinding my teeth..."

If he hadn't been practicing his sword crazily day and night, always reminding himself of his feelings as a human being, and suppressing the blood thirst that trembled from the depths of his soul...

No, it should be said that if he had been born, he would not have had this bad character of being single-minded, stubborn, and hated by everyone. If he had been as versatile, flexible, and loved by everyone as Aknight...

With resentment and anger that no one can resolve, Lausanne II said coldly:

"Then do you think I can still practice this kind of swordsmanship?"

Yannick was startled when he heard this.

"Because...just because I am stubborn enough, dedicated enough, and never look back, I abandon this tyrannical body like a worn-out shoe..."

Dismissing the weird power that kept him awake at night...

Turn a blind eye to the bewitching of those filthy bastards night after night...

scorning the temptations of eternal life and eternal youth...

Lausanne II dragged his body that was about to collapse and stood up with difficulty:

"Because of this, I can practice and be worthy of this hand... passable swordsmanship."

People are not boundless pockets that cannot hold everything.

Not even if you have an endless lifespan.

no.

Right, old guy Joaquín?

"Well said."

Yannick was shocked by the other party's words and sighed repeatedly:

"Tsk, tsk, I really listen to you..."

He paused for a moment, realized something, and shook his head suddenly.

Well, it seems to be of no use.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Damn it.

If he hadn't hesitated just now, hadn't listened to the opponent's nonsense about "Corleone is lying to you", but instead pursued his opponent hard after severely injuring his shoulder and neck, and went straight to the vital point, then it wouldn't be...

"Are you thinking that it would have been better if you had not hesitated and not given me time to recover?"

Yannick suddenly spoke, surprising the killer.

"That's useless," the vampire councilor smiled gently, "You will still lose."

Lausanne II was startled.

"Because the question is not 'if I didn't hesitate at the time'," Yannick's eyes burned, "but 'why did you hesitate at the time'?"

Why, why did I hesitate?

Lausanne II hole shrinkage.

yes.

Why did I go against the instinct to kill and kill for many years...

To hesitate about his words?

At that moment, he looked at Yannick and suddenly understood something.

"I see." The killer murmured.

Affected by the opponent's superpower...

Not his sword.

Yannick snorted lightly and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Just accept your fate.

But in just the next second, Yannick's expression changed while he was still smiling!

I saw the young head of the Houllier family drowsing for a moment, then closed his eyes and fell forward.

At that moment, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes, roared and drew his sword, slashing at Yannick!

It’s not over yet!

This filthy guy is right.

Superpowers are also strength!

laugh!

The next second, the sword cut through Yannick's neck.

But couldn't go any further.

Lausanne II looked at him in disbelief:

At some point, Yannick's eyes widened with anger, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he gripped the blade tightly, avoiding the bad luck of being beheaded by the owl.

what happened?

Lausanne II trembled, watching his opponent open his sword inch by inch.

"Is this your power?"

Yannick gritted his teeth, his neck covered with blood:

"The so-called evil whispers?"

At this moment, Yannick's expression was bitter and complicated, and his words were angry and shameful.

Looking at him, Lausanne II couldn't help but smile.

"So, what did you see in 'Whispers'?"

He could no longer resist Yannick's strength and was pushed away from the blade by his opponent.

But the killer didn't care and smiled sarcastically:

"What are you most afraid of in this life? The most frightening? The most regretful? The happiest? The most exciting? The memory that is unforgettable even if you are old and dying?"

Yannick's eyes trembled, and his body moved instantly!

Uh-huh.

At that moment, Lausanne II only felt pain in his right hand.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

Clang.

Lausanne II opened his eyes wide: his right arm and the weapon left his body and landed at his feet.

The fingers holding the sword were still twitching.

"My child, you are barbaric and rude. You have no respect for time and the past, and you wantonly mess with other people's memories."

Yannick's arm shook, and the narrow sword shot out with electricity, piercing Lausanne II's right arm that was eager to find his body.

Disgust and anger flashed in his eyes, and the injury on his neck slowly recovered:

"It's extremely rude."

The right arm that lost its nutrients twitched, and eventually shriveled up on the ground, like a withered mummy.

Lausanne II ignored the missing arm, but looked at the other party solemnly.

This vampire...

Faced with his own superpower, he got rid of it in less than a second?

Even that different prince would take several seconds to wake up?

Is it because I was seriously injured and my control has declined?

Or is the other party too powerful?

"How pitiful. After reincarnation, no one from your clan, especially your elders, has ever taught you these things, right?"

As if he knew what he was wondering about, Yannick sneered and spoke.

"So you don't know that the reason why spiritually affecting abilities are so rare is because most of these abilities have complex mechanisms that are difficult to understand, and because the first thing they affect is always ourselves."

Lausanne II was shocked when he heard this.

Yannick nodded his forehead.

“If you want people to trust you, you have to treat them with sincerity.

“If you want someone to love you deeply, you must first express your sincerity.

“If you want to panic and scare people, you have to experience terror.

"And if you want to turn others into crazy people, you have to first experience what it feels like to be completely crazy."

And it’s ten times, a hundred times, thousands of times.

even more.

Lausanne II was stunned.

"That's why King Nightwing doesn't like those of his own race who have rare spiritual powers, and will always be full of prejudice against them."

And the same prejudice eventually led to the great split between the Eastern and Western Vampire Clan.

Yannick shook his head:

"But the most ironic, ridiculous and ridiculous thing is: he himself is a master of this."

Spread a pair of night wings and descend endless darkness.

Having said this, Yannick Houllier sneered:

"So in the end, Ramli himself went crazy."

Completely crazy.

So crazy that everyone in the world is the enemy.

Repeating again and again the tragic fate represented by his last name.

"This is why, when every Vampire begins to practice spiritual powers, he will be strictly guarded by experienced seniors and warned in every possible way." Yannick twisted his neck, feeling the wounds that had just grown, with complicated eyes. Be cautious and restrained, be vigilant at all times, and protect yourself to avoid endangering yourself and getting lost.”

Lausanne II understood and raised his head in relief.

"I see, you're just like me," the killer said softly, "your superpower also affects people's...spirit."

The controller of psychic powers.

This is why the other party can quickly get rid of the "evil whisper".

Lausanne II frowned:

"Its operating mechanism probably caused my spirit and will to unknowingly relax at the most critical moment and fall short."

Ingenious, mysterious and almost traceless.

Yannick smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying.

He looked at the 'fellow' on the ground who had lost his swordsman and was in danger.

"My superpower," he said softly, "is called 'Disharmony'."

Disharmonious...

As death approached, Lausanne II fell into deep thought.

I wonder, what kind of swordsmanship can defeat this kind of supernatural power?

But when Yannick looked at his opponent, he was thinking about something else:

It's a pity that this killer is very skilled in martial arts and is one of the best in the world, but mentally he is not as alert and vigilant as that boy.

By the time he realized what was going on and reacted, it was too late and he was unable to resist.

Pity.

What a pity for this superb swordsmanship.

"Even now, are you still refusing my help?" Yannick raised his eyebrows.

Lausanne II remained silent and just turned his head.

"It doesn't matter, you have no right to refuse anyway," Yannick smiled slightly, not caring, "We will have a lot of fun."

He held out his hand to the other party.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth and prepared to make a last ditch effort for dignity.

At this moment.

"He's not your toy, junior."

Yannick's arm froze.

But his expression remained unchanged, and he turned around with a smile. He still had time to straighten his bloody and torn collar.

"It's good to see you back, Count Le."

Lausanne II, who was almost desperate, widened his eyes:

They saw Le Corleone with a Far Eastern face walking in the middle of the road, slowly coming towards them.

The steps are silent.

It's him.

It's that dirty guy.

Lausanne II turned his head disdainfully.

Li ignored Yannick, but looked at the inhuman Lausanne II, frowning: "Even so, when death is imminent, you are not willing to eat?"

What responded to him was a disgusted "Bah" from Lausanne II.

Yannick laughed loudly when he saw this:

"Oh, if I had known earlier that you would come back shamelessly, Earl, why would you have left on bad terms just now?"

Li turned his head slightly and looked at Yannick with a sly look.

"In other words, you have already made up your mind to bow your head and submit, but you have to wait until the benefits are greatest to come back in order to reap all the benefits..."

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

“You must be as wise as the North Star,?

?I was so stunned by you that you thought he was asking for your help? "

Li didn't respond.

"As my mother said, you seem to be dull and restrained, but in fact you are cunning and cunning," Yannick said, looking at Lausanne II intentionally or unintentionally, "You have to be on guard, right?"

At this moment, Li suddenly spoke:

"Junior, you are quite like your mother."

Yannick's eyelids twitched: "Oh, then I am proud..."

"But do you think that as long as this is done, Visenilia will forget her grudge, treat you like her own child, and trust you like her deputy," Li interrupted, "as if she has never experienced the pain of losing a child?"

The count's voice was calm and without any fluctuation.

But Yannick's expression changed slightly.

The eyes of the head of the Huanxin Court suddenly turned cold, and he was no longer relaxed and carefree.

Li stopped talking and just walked towards Lausanne II expressionlessly.

But Yannick flashed and stood in front of him!

"Junior, you have exceeded the rules." Li was calm and calm, as if he had known this for a long time.

But Yannick looked indifferent:

"I just remembered, Mr. Auxiliary of the Corleone family, it seems that this guy was transported to the Emerald City by you on your ship?"

Li didn't answer.

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

"Then do you want to help him escape so that he can continue to stir up the conspiracy, or do you want to silence him so that he can't admit the fact that you two are working together?"

Lausanne II lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky.

Li didn't even bother to respond:

"Step aside."

"I'm sorry, but I have been ordered by His Highness to eliminate harm for the people. How can I let you..."

"We are the only ones here, junior, stop hiding it," Li said coldly, "Even if you fan the flames here and add fuel to the flames, what will you gain?"

Yannick's smile also disappeared:

"Very good, it seems that you also know that at this moment, the key to the struggle in Emerald City lies in this chess piece. Whoever catches this chess piece will take the initiative in the situation."

piece.

So, I am just a pawn after all.

A chess piece that follows the chess path.

Lausanne II, who was lying on the ground waiting for death, subconsciously made a fist with his right hand - no, his right hand was no longer there.

Strange, is this phantom limb and phantom pain?

So he squeezed tighter.

Just like the boy who called himself a ranger before.

"So, he is no longer just a pawn, but also a bargaining chip."

Yannick sneered:

"So, in order to successfully obtain this bargaining chip in exchange for the help of the Star Kingdom, Li, what are you willing to pay?"

"It's not your turn to ask me yet, junior."

"The diplomacy of the Kingdom of Night——"

At this moment, Li and Yannick changed their minds at the same time!

The next second, both of them shook!

Li knelt on one knee, his eyes closed tightly, and his face showed bitterness.

"Please, Master, Master, Senior Brother... I can't, I can't..."

He murmured loudly, but what he spoke was not common language, but another unfamiliar language:

"Let me out, let me out... let me out... it will be fine in a moment, it will be fine in a moment..."

Yannick's situation was slightly better. He covered his forehead with his hands and retreated a few meters away, barely able to stabilize his balance.

Damn, this power is...

As soon as he stopped being frightened, he immediately turned his head in shock and anger and looked to the other side:

At some point, Lausanne II had stood up and held the sword with his left hand.

"You bastards..."

Despite the horrific wounds on his body and his shaky figure, the vampire killer still stared with resentment in his eyes and persisted in taking steps.

Step by step, he walked with difficulty towards the unconscious Far Eastern Vampire who was kneeling on the ground.

"You, you always have your own reasons. For all kinds of reasons, all kinds of interests, all kinds of ideals, haha, you keep fighting and fighting... thinking that with these reasons, you will You have the qualifications to control the fate of others without any burden, and you are proud of it, with a selfless look on your face, you, you, you make me sick, sick..."

Yannick frowned:

At this moment, Lausanne II's eyes were blurry and confused. He was holding the sword with difficulty with his left hand, pointing at Li's head.

But Li still closed his eyes tightly, lost in dreams, and suddenly didn't know: "No, it shouldn't be me, it shouldn't be me, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, forgive me, forgive me..."

Yannick was about to step forward, but when he saw Li's appearance, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and retract his steps.

Why should he stop it?

Lausanne II's eyes were unfocused and his face was desolate:

"But actually, you guys are not bullshit."

No shit!

Just another chess piece in this miserable chess game.

"You are all part of the fate of this life, and you should all end with it!"

I saw Lausanne II gritting his teeth and slashing out his long sword!

Behind him, Yannick quietly raised the corners of his mouth.

laugh!

The edge of the sword cuts into flesh.

The next second, Lausanne II felt that the light in front of him was so bright that it was so dazzling that he instinctively turned his head and closed his eyes!

Yannick, who was watching, was also shocked. He stretched out his hand to block the light and stepped back quickly.

What's wrong?

But with his eyes closed, Lausanne II felt a heart-burning pain in his left hand, and he immediately let go of his sword!

"Ahhhh——"

He groaned in pain and felt an unspeakable wave of heat coming from ahead, making him just want to hold his head and avoid it.

Under the attack of the heat wave, Lausanne II, who was already weak, fell to the ground, but his mind regained clarity for a moment, and the killer opened his eyes with difficulty.

He froze immediately.

It's flame.

At some point, Li disappeared, replaced by a figure covered in fire.

The blazing flames spread over the opponent's limbs, body, and head, sending out waves of terrifying heat waves that were irresistible!

Pyro stepped forward.

Heat waves rolled in immediately.

The earth and rocks it stepped upon melted, became hot and black, and emitted ominous smoke.

The surrounding streets were illuminated like daylight.

Within the field of vision, even the air was twisting and twisting.

The stunned Lausanne II was agitated, and a voice coming from the depths of his blood immediately yelled at him crazily:

【No! No! No! escape! escape! escape! Run away, run away!

! 】

Just as Lausanne II opened his mouth and tried to crawl backwards, he felt his eyes go dark.

Every tissue in his body shrank at the moment of contact with the high temperature, becoming stiff and unable to move.

Burning pain.

Unable to move.

You can't die.

All the fighting moves and skills that this body was once familiar with were restrained by the instinctive fear at that moment and disappeared.

No.

Lausanne II was trembling. At this moment, he was truly filled with despair.

No.

Yannick, who retreated far away, was equally astonished. He stared blankly at the terrifying "Burning Man" slowly moving forward on the street, burning everything around him.

What made him even more uncomfortable was not this scene, but what he discovered:

His body was shaking uncontrollably.

Every organ and piece of flesh and blood belonging to the vampire family in his body was urging him crazily, forcing him to turn back and escape.

fire.

That's fire.

It's fire!

All vampires in this world, except the sun...

The enemy the next day.

The next second, the dazzling fire on the "Burning Man" suddenly dimmed and then went out.

The surrounding scene became clear again.

Yannick's eyes widened:

After the flames extinguished, what was left in the remnant was a humanoid monster wearing simple metal armor with reddish flesh and blood.

It strangled Lausanne II by the neck with one hand and lifted him up easily.

The vampire killer was trembling and unable to resist.

"You see it."

The monster spoke, and its voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like torn silk:

"This is who I really am, the essence of who I was before I gained eternal life."

The monster twisted its neck, revealing red skin that looked like it had been healed from burns. The pitted head and face had no hair, the tissues were layered, and the facial features were distorted and inhuman.

Hateful appearance.

Ugly and hateful.

Like a demon.

The monster——former Count Li made an unpleasant laugh:

"I was once a chess piece, being tried and tested on the chessboard of fate. I went through confusion, self-doubt, and struggled all the way. Only then did I get to where I am now step by step."

Those were the blessings and curses left for him during his lifetime as a human being.

Haunting for eternity.

There is no escape.

Cannot be liberated.

"Little brat," Li, who was burned beyond recognition, still had scattered residue and sparks on his body, but he didn't care. "You are far from complaining about your grievances."

The suffocated Lausanne II felt that the burning sensation in his neck was almost suffocating him. He wanted to stretch out his hands to resist, but every part of his body, starting from his skin, would stiffen in pain and lose control as long as he came even slightly close to the still-warm Li. Unless it's retreating backwards.

Not only that, every bit of smoke floating out of the opponent's body, the road he walked on, and even in the air would make him tremble violently and filled with fear.

Until Li snorted disdainfully and threw the huddled man to the ground.

It's like throwing a rag.

After escaping the scorching hell, Lausanne II trembled and finally was able to move.

But after his sanity returned, he felt more shame than pain.

"Why, why..."

Lausanne II raised his head in disbelief.

"Fire, fire," he endured the fear in his heart and tried to understand everything that was counterintuitive: "But how could it be..."

Isn't flame the nemesis of immortality and all evil things?

Historically, wasn't the way people identified and dealt with vampires, burning them to death with fire?

But this old vampire...

Why, why can he...

This is fundamentally against common sense!

"Although I have heard about it, this is the first time I have seen it. It is really breathtaking."

The person who spoke out was Yannick.

Looking at the firelight left behind the other party, the head of the Hollier family subconsciously raised his arms in front of him to protect him, approaching cautiously, shrinking from time to time, as if to avoid the flying sparks.

"Historically, there are no vampires who can control fire, but there are vampires who are not afraid of flames, are clothed by fire, and even reborn from the fire..."

He looked at the monster-looking Earl of the Kingdom of Darkness with complicated emotions:

"This is the only one."

Li didn't speak or look back.

"The end of the four terrifying wings under Lord Ye's seat, or in other words, the foundation of the four wings."

Yannick was nervous and fearful:

"Logistics officer - this is just a nickname, to be precise, execution officer - 'Red Wing' Le Corleone."

Bloodlines.

Don't be afraid of fire.

Clothed by fire.

Rise from the ashes?

Lausanne II's eyes widened, and his expression was as if he heard someone say to him:

Sheep feed on wolves.

Insects eat birds to survive.

Rats and rabbits specialize in hunting hawks.

"According to my mother, he was a blacksmith."

blacksmith?

Lausanne II still could not resolve his doubts.

But……

"But he's no ordinary blacksmith."

In the shocked eyes of Lausanne II, the vampire councilor stared at the expressionless "Red Wing" and said in a solemn tone:

"Legend has it that he was the owner of the Rising Sun Saber, the first legendary anti-demon weapon in the End War..."

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

"The billet maker."