Kingdom’s Bloodline

For... the Blood Bottle Gang?

Hearing this sentence, Catherine's pupils shrank!

The next moment, the red viper's laughter came faintly.

Two against one, Nekla's arm gradually exerted strength, pressing down the sleeve claw of the phantom blade, he grinned, Is there any objection?

On the left, Fogg snorted softly, and he exerted force with his long knife, causing Catherine's hands to tremble:

Catherine, do you know how difficult it is to get you out of the capital, out of the heavily guarded crowd, into the Emerald City?

Hooked into the Emerald City...

At that moment, Catherine understood something.

She took a breath of resentment, and called out the names of her two most trusted subordinates:

Matthew! Sedat! Hurry—

But before her subordinates could react, Ping from behind pulled his left hand again.

Jingle...

In the next second, the Chaos God soldier puppet that was picked up by Fogg and fell to the ground opened again, and the next round of blades burst out.

This time, Catherine, who was firmly supported by the two, couldn't dodge, and could only watch the blades fly towards her, and all of them were embedded in her abdomen!

Ugh!

Catherine grunted in pain, but she insisted on gritting her teeth and turning around, breaking away from the attack of the two with the crackling of her arms, bringing out a bloody flower.

But her best use is over.

As if he knew what she was going to do, Fogg turned the long knife and intersected with the spinning arm of the phantom blade.

laugh!

The flesh and blood broke open.

Catherine clutched her left shoulder and fell into a pool of blood. A second later, her severed left arm, still holding a weapon, circled in the air and landed in front of her with a crackling sound.

Ahhhhhhhh!

Catherine's screams shook the entire warehouse—the pain in her abdomen and arms reached her brain.

This flash of light and flint, everything happened in just a few seconds.

In the howling of the phantom blade, everyone was stunned.

Big sister!

Matthew—Katherine's thug came forward roaring. .

But Nekla, whose face was covered in blood, had already come to him with a smirk.

This time, he didn't hold back anymore, and launched with all his strength, he chopped Matthew to the ground with two seemingly easy knives, and then made another blow to his throat, blood staining the blade.

On the other side, Sedat had already fallen under the siege of Fogg's men.

What's this?

Glover looked at all this in surprise, his eyes kept going back and forth between the indifferent Fogg and the dying Catherine:

This is... the Blood Bottle Gang?

He wasn't the only one who was surprised. After a few seconds, everyone came to their senses. Franco from Emerald City was the first to exclaim:

Boss, Boss Fogg! Why, why—

Fogg sighed and turned around.

laugh!

Amidst the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, Franco looked at Fogg in disbelief.

I've wanted to do this for a long time, Fogg pulled the knife out of Franco's chest without changing his expression, pushed him down, and wiped the blood from his face, Franco, you are annoying! Of all the fish, you are the most cunning, not even the last one is clean.

Big sister head! No!

Howling, Roger split the two who stood in his way:

Fogg, you bastard—

But in the next second, he encountered an obstacle.

You shouldn't regret it, shit, Gutierrez held Roger's arm tightly, you shouldn't.

Just as Roger was about to say something, Garmandia gritted his teeth and stepped forward, took a deep breath, and stabbed him in the abdomen.

On the other side, Tarimi, who also regretted going to Catherine's camp, turned pale and looked at everyone:

You... all of you, all of you?

Fogg looked at him silently, as if looking at a dead man.

Nekla, covered in blood, looked at Tarimi and showed a ferocious smile: Guess?

No, Boss Nekla, no no no, I'm sorry, I just, I just...

But the panicked Tarimi didn't even have time to speak, and was surrounded by several of Fogg's cronies, and then fell down screaming.

shadow room,

Countless blades are mixed with cold light and blood light, going up and down.

Among the remaining people, Jaga shouted and wanted to run out of the warehouse, but Gutierrez knocked him down with a punch, and Sangare stepped forward with a click of his tongue and pulled out a dagger:

It's business, old chap.

All of a sudden, Franco the field recorder, Jaga the bad shoemaker, Zeka the newspaper seller, and Tommy the good guy all fell down in screams.

Fogg, you're going to die—ah!

If you want to kill, you will feel pain—chih!

Please, I didn't do anything—Yeah!

In this way, Fogg's subordinates cooperated with Nekla's subordinates, together with some of the local rebels in Emerald City, they proceeded step by step and began to encircle and suppress the forces loyal to Catherine.

Not long after, there were only heart-pounding panting sounds and the lingering smell of blood left in the warehouse.

So……

Beside the round table, the barber Balta, who had been huddled in the corner during the battle, raised his head and sighed: Is it over?

It's still far away.

Nekla snorted coldly, he turned his head:

In the pool of blood, Phantom Blade Catherine, who was seriously injured and only had one arm left, crawled towards the wall with blood on her face, trying her best to sit up.

Glover subconsciously looked back at Rolf: the latter was sitting blankly in the corner, looking at the phantom blade that was already struggling.

Before the zombie could react, Zimikas suddenly turned over from under the two corpses, and pulled Glover down to the knees: It's okay, it's okay, I understand the situation, we belong to Boss Fogg It's okay, my subordinates...

On the other side, Catherine tore off her clothes tremblingly, wrapped her severed arm tightly, and tried hard to stop the bleeding:

Why, Fogg, why?

Step, step, step, step.

Fogg stepped forward slowly and dropped the long knife.

Because he wants you to taste it.

The wanderer's gaze at this moment is extremely complicated:

The taste of betrayal.

Catherine was distracted and startled when she heard the words:

who?

Fogg smiled and didn't speak.

Catherine was silent for a while, smiled desperately, and turned to another person:

Nekla, so, you pretend to take Fogg's power, and then let Fogg come to me for help...

The red viper clicked his tongue and shook his head:

Like I said, I'm just here to help.

help?

Catherine turned her head tremblingly.

Xiaohong, your brain is not so good, she said intermittently, as if she was enduring great pain every breath, and you, Fogg, you are not so courageous...

Catherine, who was covered in blood, hugged her shoulders and smiled weakly.

Tell me, who is supporting you? And who is behind the bad idea? Is it the North Star?

Glover frowned upon hearing this.

at this moment.

What about you, Knife?

A voice that had never appeared before came from the darkness of the warehouse:

Back then, who supported you and gave you the idea?

This is……

Hearing this voice, Glover froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Following this voice, a figure gradually approached from the darkness, slowly approaching Catherine.

Neither Nekla nor Fogg spoke, they just stood there silently.

You, who are you?

Catherine looked at the approaching figure and frowned:

Why, why are you covering your face?

Masked?

The figure gradually becomes clear:

I saw that the visitor was wrapped in airtight black cloth from head to toe, and even his eyes were protected by a pair of black goggles.

In the next second, Glover's pupils shrank!

It's him.

he!

Who is that? Is it from our gang? Zimikas asked puzzled.

Glover ignored him, but subconsciously turned to Rolf in the corner, looking anxious.

Rolf also frowned severely, and nodded to him.

That's right.

he.

It's that... the black-clothed killer with supernatural powers.

The one who broke in and killed the wool merchant...

Then beat the Xinghu guards who came over, the guy who beats him to pieces!

Damn it, no wonder I was distracted for a while, I thought...

Glover sighed, knocked his head hard,

Oops.

If he finds out...

don't think don't think don't think...

Wait, killer in black... what is he doing here?

Thinking of this, Glover pulled Zimikas in front of him, and lowered his body a bit to avoid attracting attention.

The black-clothed killer passed the gang members one by one, and everyone was in a daze as he passed by.

Finally, he came to Catherine and looked down at her who was struggling weakly.

I'm masked because I'm ugly—revenge, always ugly and hideous.

revenge……

Catherine barely focused her gaze.

etc.

Your voice is very familiar... Who are you? What enmity do we have? She forced herself to sit up.

The black-clothed killer sneered.

Guess, little knife, he whispered to the seriously injured woman under his feet, who am I?

Small knife, small knife...

Catherine's breathing came short.

You, why do you call me that? There was inexplicable panic in her tone.

Have you forgotten? I've called you this way for many years, the black-clothed killer said calmly, as if he was talking about family matters. If you don't like it, why didn't you say it from the beginning?

He lowered his head and said in a friendly tone:

Small knife?

I've been calling you that for years...

Catherine struggled to get up, but eventually fell down again.

Take off the mask! You, who the hell is he? She started to panic, subconsciously looking at Red Viper and the homeless man.

But Nekla and Fogg just turned their heads away and remained silent.

There was silence in the warehouse.

Until the man in black spoke again:

I remember that we specifically picked that day to do it because it was raining heavily that day and we could better hide our whereabouts.

It's raining heavily...

Catherine was taken aback.

Qincha, Rhoda, Morris, and even other masters in the capital at that time... As before, we are fully prepared for every enemy that may obstruct us. The man in black said softly.

Catherine's eyes slowly widened.

The words of the man in black continued: As for the location of the attack, we first chose the underground street, and then the information changed, and it was changed to an abandoned house - the information said that the more irrelevant people present, the more they will interfere with the black sword's operation mode... ...

black sword?

Catherine looked at the man in black in disbelief:

impossible……

The man in black chuckled, as if sighing, but also sentimental:

I remember, everyone was there at that time, step by step, division of labor and cooperation, including you, little knife.

Catherine turned over abruptly, screaming in pain.

But she seemed to do her best to stay away from the man in black in front of her:

You, you, who are you?

who!!!

Phantom Blade screamed, his tone full of fear.

No one answered her.

Nekla turned her head sideways, as if she didn't want to look at the man in black, while Fogg frowned, hiding everything from his eyes.

Damn.

Glover thought quickly: It seems that this killer in black has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang, but... what is the relationship? What kind of hatred do you have with Catherine?

The man in black chuckled. He raised his head and looked at the dark and dim warehouse.

A century ago, John the Red King was tyrannical and immoral. He resorted to military tactics, banned alcohol and collected food, causing the entire Star Kingdom to be in dire straits and the people to live in dire straits.

He suddenly told the story, his tone ethereal.

Catherine froze.

Under poverty, a retired soldier risked his head to smuggle food and wine from the desert to support his family.

The world is difficult, the people's livelihood is difficult, people need wine, drunk, dream, numbness and self-deception, so Dabing's business is getting bigger and bigger, the business route is getting wider and wider, and the team is getting more and more people...

In the next second, the man in black suddenly changed his voice:

Until one day, he was finally caught by the king's pickets.

Catherine trembled uncontrollably when she heard the story.

The pickets took his smuggled wine and asked him if he knew what was in the bottle, and asked him if he knew the prohibition order was issued by the king himself...

And that big soldier, he pulled out his knife for the last time, laughed loudly...

There is an indescribable coldness hidden in the words of the man in black:

It's not wine in the bottle, it's just people's blood.

He stopped talking, and looked at Catherine, whose face was covered in blood, disheveled, and trembling by the wall:

So, do you remember the second half of his sentence? Little knife?

Catherine raised her head in a daze, looking at the black-clothed killer in disbelief.

She seemed to be controlled by some force, even if she was distracted, she opened her mouth to complete the second half of the sentence:

Country, country, country, country...

But she didn't know whether it was fear or nervousness, but in a trance, she just couldn't speak.

The next moment, the man in black spoke furiously without warning:

explain!

Catherine trembled suddenly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in a fantasy, and she was dripping with cold sweat.

Fogg on the side couldn't stand it anymore, he sighed deeply, and took the next sentence:

There is no king in a country, only a tyrant.

Fogg sighed:

That night, before setting out to ambush Black Sword, the leader of Turnbull told the story while wiping the scarred old armor—the origin of the Blood Bottle Gang.

There is no king in the country.

Just a tyrant.

Blood bottle gang?

Catherine gradually came back to her senses. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth and looked angrily at the man in black.

No, it's impossible, what are you...

This time, the man in black didn't hesitate any longer, he pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome face.

Glover frowned: he didn't know this person.

But depending on age... at most thirty or so.

Who is he?

But Catherine was different.

She looked at that face carefully, her expression becoming more and more shocked.

In the next second, Catherine shuddered and collapsed on the ground.

No, no, no, there is no wine in the bottle, there is no wine in the bottle...

Phantom Blade's voice quieted down, her eyes were dull, she couldn't believe it:

How is this possible?

The man in black snorted coldly and pulled up his mask again.

Taste it, little knife, the taste of betrayal, he turned around, do it.

Fogg nodded slightly.

Glover, who was watching from the sidelines, closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

This is come out to mix.

Just like the Mertesa guarding the abandoned house in the capital.

Well, now, it's finally time for them to go and report the situation to—

A breeze passed by, blowing Catherine's messy hair.

um, wind?

Glover, who was hiding behind the gang, was startled.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the corner:

At some point, Rolf was no longer there.

Huh~huh~

The wind was getting louder and louder, knocking the doors in the warehouse.

Glover anxiously searched for traces of the Wind Follower, but he suddenly found that on the wall in front of him, several places of dust were blown away by the breeze, leaving a blank space that just formed two words:

【You, escape】

At that moment, the zombie understood something.

He gasped, pushed away Zimikas who was hanging on him in fright, and stood up abruptly!

No no no no……

No!

Damn it! That bastard, stop!

Huh, huh, huh—

Amidst the wind, the man in black was the first to look up alertly.

This is... Fogg wondered.

And when the wind was too loud, everyone felt something was wrong.

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of the wind, the desperate woman lying in a pool of blood hugged her severed arm and raised her head blankly.

At that moment, the former head of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eldest sister, Phantom Blade Catherine realized in a trance:

got windy.

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