Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 688

ah?

At that moment, Thales was stunned.

She just, just... ran away?

Luosang, who was full of murderous intent, also froze.

Looking at this scene, the two couldn't react.

Hey, wait a minute—

Thales panicked, but as soon as he spoke, Xi Lai's figure disappeared into the darkness and was no longer seen.

After a while, even the sound of her footsteps was lost in the gurgling water.

so……

Thales twitched the corner of his mouth.

Are you so disrespectful?

Anyway, I'm also your blind date, um, the blind date in name - although your brother pays for the meals.

A few seconds later, Thales turned his head stiffly, looked at the black-clothed killer in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Oops, Oops.

A few seconds later, both of them came back to their senses at the same time.

Tsk tsk tsk, oh, Lausanne looked at the direction where Hilley disappeared, and sighed, with a strange tone, Wow.

Eh, what does he mean?

Thales was embarrassed by his stare, and became angry from embarrassment.

What does he mean by 'wow'?

ah! What's the meaning!

What kind of shit is Lausanne II, isn't he a killer?

Damn, why so much nonsense!

Do you want to fight or not!

Come on, fight for three hundred rounds!

In the next second, looking at Thales with an awkward expression, Lausanne II seemed to know what he was thinking,

The figure is instantly bullied!

Fight again.

Thales was startled, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and also bullied him with a sharp edge!

Wyana is ruthless, and Shirae is ruthless.

Now, he could only hope that Rolf and Glover would wake up quickly.

Thales, like a mad dog, tried his best to cause the opponent the greatest trouble.

If it doesn't work...

At this moment, Thales' ears moved.

Sagu Mo Radha...Ima La Hay...

It was Shire's voice, and it came from the depths of the tunnel behind him, caught in his ears by the senses of hell.

I la Faoso...

It was a shallow crooning, like a murmur in a dream, or a folk tune, but none of it was in language, without logic, like different syllables that were incompatible were forced together, without knowing what it meant.

During the battle, Thales frowned.

Um?

what is this?

what is she doing

But the battle cannot be a distraction.

With two swipes, with Luosang's ingenious step, the boy's dagger was emptied without any accident.

But Thales, who has long been experienced, is not afraid, and the dagger shoots out!

Sure enough, Luosang's figure moved again, dodging the strange dagger completely.

The corner of Thales' mouth curled up. He looked at the direction where the dagger disappeared, held it with his left hand, and waited for JC to obediently return to his hand, and then let it avoid interception in the air and go straight to the target...

But at this moment, the long sword in Luosang's hand also flew out, and the hilt hit Thales' left hand fiercely!

Forehead!

Thales groaned in pain, his left hand trembled!

Damn it!

He couldn't hold the dagger, so he couldn't apply its initial kinetic energy...

With a bang, the jc dagger miraculously appeared in front of Luosang again, but this time, it fell limply to the enemy's feet.

No threat.

Oh no!

Thales turned pale with shock, but Lausanne II in front of him smiled slightly, and he had already bullied him, pinching his fingers into knives!

Straight to Thales' side jaw.

boom!

Beep—

The moment Thales was hit on the chin by his opponent, Thales only felt a buzzing in his ears.

At the same moment, all the sounds turned into buzzing tinnitus.

Including Hilley's low murmur.

Madua ka Yehara...Imaeu Jacques Ro...beep—

However……

Beep-beep-beep-

While losing consciousness, in the senses of hell, those strange syllables that Xi Lai chanted in the depths of the tunnel magically changed their voices and pitches in the buzzing tinnitus...

[…Your mother moaned endlessly, birth and death are indistinct, beginning and end end...]

They turned into another language that Thales couldn't recognize what it was, but somehow understood the meaning:

【...You veins extend endlessly, run through the layers of realms, end and start...】

Confusion, pain, regret, discomfort, anticipation, sadness... all kinds of feelings mixed in an instant.

[...I see the indistinguishable Tao from ancient times, the bright bridge is unobstructed and unobstructed, and everything is one...]

Thales raised a question in a daze:

What's this?

[...I have a chaotic boat on the other side, and I can cross the vast expanse of water, and the worlds are hard to separate...]

In the next second, Thales' eyes went dark, and he completely lost control of his body.

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Emerald City, the sun is setting.

Tormund Mallos stood expressionlessly in this grassy clearing, dressed like an ordinary traveler.

He silently listened to the noise of the streets of the Emerald City in the distance, his mind was unclear.

Until the second guard, Gianluca Commuto, appeared behind him, panting.

No, sir, His Highness's traces will be cut off around here. There are few people here, and there are no witnesses. We...we can't search for it.

Then why not continue searching?

Mallos turned around and exchanged glances with Hugo Forby, the flag bearer on the other side.

Why are you stupid enough to come back and waste time and energy?

Thank you, Mallos replied calmly, Try other methods, such as local connections?

Kong Mutuo nodded, turned and left.

Lord!

The second-class vanguard officer, Ollie Oskarsen, hurried over and crossed Kongmuto.

This is the last sign of the Vanguard Wing drawn by Glover Vanguard along the way, he was a little annoyed, We couldn't find the next one—damn, he should be nearby!

Then you should dig three feet into the ground.

Mallos nodded.

Even if they dug to the river of hell and the kingdom of heaven, they should be dug out.

Why are you still complaining here?

And he was pissed off, as if it was going to help.

Are you waiting for someone to comfort him?

Don't worry, Mallos said in a calm and reassuring tone. It happened for a reason. Look for secret doors and secret passages in the streets. Maybe he escaped into some path that we don't know about.

Oscarsen took a deep breath and ordered Ling to leave:

Yes, sir.

Mallos watched their backs leave without moving, letting the shadow cast by the setting sun cover half of their faces.

A black raven flew overhead, circling twice, until Hugo Forbe beside him held a directional stone, raised his arm, let it land, and removed the letter from the raven's legs.

Duke Jann's parade is over. He is on his way back to the palace. He should have received the news, the flag officer Fubi read the letter with a serious expression. Steward De is also here, Zhen Huaiya, um, I mean, the attendant Huai Ya is trying to delay it, but I'm afraid we won't be able to keep it a secret.

Grass.

Mallos said silently.

Let the attendants tell them that Miss Hilley invited His Highness to spend a good night together, Mallos said calmly, although they can find out by themselves.

His Highness, who is troublesome and does not listen to persuasion, prefers to make his own decisions. Along the way, whether it is the dumb who used to be a gangster, the son of the foreign minister, or even the troubled Arend girl, who knows at a glance The black lion cub with malicious intentions behind him, he accepted all dubious people in, making the whole team mixed and impure.

Then there is today's embarrassment.

He is still obsessed with sex, mixing with Kevin Dill's daughter, even d.d can see that the girl has a lot of secrets, not a fuel-efficient lamp...

Fubi nodded, sketched a message, and let the ravens fly again.

A few minutes later, Majoros's old subordinate, the special herald Hurle Toledo, came to report back. He shook his head with a shameful expression.

I'm sorry, my lord, but we still haven't found it... We, we have let you down.

Mallos sighed.

No, no, exactly, you have let the kingdom down.

Thanks for your hard work, Mallos turned his head and spoke consolingly, It's not your fault that something happened unexpectedly and the situation was sudden.

As for me, well, I had no hope for you.

This bunch of crap.

Wine bag rice bag.

For such a long time, being raised by that soft-faced master who has no majesty and no majesty, he has been raised as a fool and lost all vigor.

Including him, Tormund Mallos himself.

It was a disgrace to the royal guard.

Mallos smiled and patted Toledo on the shoulder encouragingly:

Keep searching and tell your brothers to do the best you can.

When he returns to Star Lake Fort, he will increase the training cost of these people by 30%, and reduce the vacation by half...

More than triple the amount of training.

Until the practice dies.

If they were still alive to return to Star Lake Fort, and hadn't been imprisoned in the Bone Prison by Vogel's Deputy Guard Captain who had been waiting for a long time due to dereliction of duty, they would die of old age.

Grass.

Fubi spoke suddenly, interrupting them.

Toledo was puzzled for a while:

The official pavilion in charge of the flag, what? What kind of grass?

Hugo Fubi didn't speak, but just looked at Mallos.

Following the eyes of the flag officer, the watchman squatted down and gently picked up a bunch of weeds on the ground.

In the next second, the bunch of weeds in his hand visibly turned yellow, shrunk, blackened, shriveled, and finally drooped.

Turns into dust at one touch.

The grass withers a little fast.

Toledo looked at the powder left by the bunch of weeds and said in surprise:

Is it a species unique to the Emerald City?

No.

Not a little faster.

is unnaturally fast.

Mallos raised his head, and the wild grass in front of him showed signs of withering gradually, whether it was far or near, fast or slow.

He frowned deeply, his expression solemn.

And he was sure that this was definitely not the Emerald City variety.

Toledo, call the brothers back, everyone.

The watchman's expression didn't change, but the order was spoken a little faster: Investigate the location of these withered weeds and find out the source—just like a fire, there is always a point of fire.

Although puzzled, Toledo did not hesitate, he gestured to the distance.

Collect the team, assemble.

Itariano on high put away his binoculars and responded with a bird call.

Mallos picked up a few bunches of weeds again, watched them slowly turn black and wither, and then exchanged glances with Forby's bannerman.

Lord, Toledo couldn't help asking, you, do you know what this is?

Mallos was silent for a while, then nodded:

We're in trouble.

ah?

Toledo was still puzzled.

This phenomenon was first recorded in the ancient scriptures of the Myojin Church, Mallos squeezed the weed powder in his hand, and explained softly, Anomalies that are obviously different from the four seasons of the climate, such as dry rivers and swamps, cracked fertile land, Frost in midsummer, scorching heat in winter, even the dead revived, and the remnants recovered... Hugo, what is the record of the flag wing?

Hugo Forby, the standard bearer, narrowed his eyes.

Most of the time, this means that there are existences outside the world, ignoring the supreme taboo of the creation of the gods, and using various means to cross the insurmountable boundary wall, Fubi's flag officer said lightly, they come to this world, like boiling oil into water Or a meteor falls to the ground, causing the law to be reversed and the law to be out of order...

Mallos nodded slightly, and took over the conversation:

Make the usual unusual, and the different will be even more different.

Toledo was confused:

Existence outside the boundary? Reversal? Anomie? What do you mean? The end of the world?

The Hugo flag officer shook his head:

From the Myojin Church to the Holy Day belief, and even today's Sunset Temple, the clergy call this a holy miracle or a miracle, which indicates that there are angels from the sky who come to the mortal world and perform miracles, or that there are mortal prophets who are divine and spread the word. Providence...

An envoy, a miracle, a prophet, a divine will?

Toledo was puzzled: Now? In the Emerald City?

That's just what the church says.

Mallos stood up and patted the dust off his body.

As for the others, to be precise, the mages of the magic tower have called this phenomenon for thousands of years...

The watchman looked at the gradually withering grass around him, and said solemnly:

Extraordinary descent.

————

Snapped!

There was a burning pain on the face.

Wake up, fake Wyah!

Wyah?

Why Wyah?

In the white smoke, Thales just opened his eyes in a daze when he saw a slap coming towards him!

Um?

Thales exclaimed, and instinctively grabbed the slap, only to realize that the person in front of him was Miss Hilley.

Very good, you're awake! Shy Lai was surprised and happy, and pulled him up from the ground.

Yes, I'm awake.

Thales found himself still in the tunnel, and for some reason, there was a faint strange white smoke everywhere, as if someone was smoking in the tunnel below.

What's with this puff of smoke? Smoke bombs? Your magic?

Hilley frowned slightly:

Well, that counts?

In a daze, Thales shook his buzzing head:

I, how long have I passed out?

Five seconds, ten seconds at most.

so long?

Um?

Well, what about the others?

Thales was taken aback, and instinctively turned around:

Among the white smoke, Glover, Rolf, Catherine, and Slimani were still lying on the ground.

Slimani was still smacking his mouth in his dream, but Glover had already started to wake up slowly.

They... are not dead?

Not even a little wound, all right?

ah?

Thales was startled, and instinctively turned around:

He, what about him?

What about the enemy?

What about Lausanne?

What about the man in black?

What about the killer who knocked everyone down with his supernatural power?

clang!

The sound of metal clashing caught Thales' attention.

A few meters away, the figure of Lausanne II passed by, and suddenly appeared in the white smoke.

Thales was startled, and subconsciously touched the dagger on the ground, only to see another figure flashing through the smoke, rushing towards the black-clothed Lausanne II.

Swish!

The sword wind overflowed, and the white smoke faded, revealing the battle situation:

The man in black's opponent was fighting with Luosang endlessly with long swords. He walked steadily, and the light of his sword flickered on and off, reflecting the dim light of the fire on all sides of the tunnel.

That is……

But to Thales' surprise, this swordsman, who couldn't see his face clearly, was not only unaffected by the opponent's ability, but also blocked all the way, slowly dismantling and fast attacking.

In the face of Lausanne's superb swordsmanship, he performed with ease and did not lose the wind in the slightest.

Obviously, he is a rare master.

Who are you!

Luosang spoke coldly in the white smoke, but compared to before, his tone was a bit more impatient:

Who did you learn swordsmanship from?

But his opponent didn't answer, he just used his sword blindly, forcing Lausanne away from Thales.

Thales came back to his senses. He waved away the white smoke with a pungent smell, shook his head, and tried to straighten out his memory:

Fat, what happened?

Uh, Xi Lai raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickering, I'm lucky. As soon as I went out, I met rescuers.

reinforcement?

Thales was surprised.

This unlucky ghoul tunnel, an abandoned sewer that no one can find, where did the rescue come from?

Who? What rescue?

He turned his head, wanting to see which chivalrous master Lu Jianbuping saved them, and was able to fight evenly against opponents with excellent supernatural swordsmanship, but Xi Lai grabbed his collar and ears, and he could not resist back.

You don't want to die!

Amid Thales' cries of pain, Xi Lai kicked hard and hit Slimani's flat palm, causing the defender to scream in pain and wake up from the drooling dream.

Wake them up, let's run!

————

laugh!

In the battle on the other side, the moment the swords and lights intersected, Lausanne II retreated three steps in a row, his left arm trembling.

Now, he has no time to care about that prince and his goals.

Luosang took a deep breath, and raised his bloody left arm: the wound left on it was extremely deep, and the sharp edge penetrated into the bone.

This is... a triumphant strike. He said reluctantly.

That's right, a triumphant strike.

Moreover, this triumphant blow was executed perfectly, accurately and powerfully.

The timing is right, the sense of oppression is full, and the lethality is considerable.

It couldn't be more perfect.

It was quite different from the young royal guard who met in Diop's mansion before.

If you change yourself a few years ago, you won't be able to take over at all.

However, a triumphant strike of this magnitude...

Luosang lowered his left arm, looked at the opponent in front of him solemnly, and squeezed the long sword in his hand more and more tightly.

This is impossible.

impossible.

However, the other party seemed to have heard his heart, and said with a chuckle:

The world is big, nothing is impossible.

No.

Luosang took a deep breath, his tone trembling slightly:

You are, who are you? Where did you learn this triumphant blow?

Among the white smoke, the visitor walked forward slowly, revealing his true face in the dim light of the fire.

And the world is small.

It was a man in his forties, with a handsome face, bright eyes, bright clothes, and complete armor. He was incompatible with the dirty and smelly tunnels around him, like a touch of bright color in the black ink.

The moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Luosang's eyes froze.

No.

This is impossible!

How's the Legion Ten Form going, my best student?

The long sword swivels in the man's hand, as nimbly and skillfully as an arm.

Just like Lausanne just now.

In the faint white smoke, Lausanne II had an unbelievable expression.

teacher?

He spoke softly, as if seeing a ghost:

Handro Joaquin?