Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the dark tunnel, Lausanne II narrowly blocked the opponent's dangerous sword.

Without hesitation, he bent his knees and stepped forward, rushing into the blinding white smoke, taking advantage of the trend to counterattack!

For so many years, the movements and steps in this set of Legion Ten Forms have already become his instinct, and he has melted into his soul through thousands of tempers, without observation or thinking.

Until his sword edge was suddenly blocked!

clang!

Amidst the piercing metallic sound, the enemy firmly grasped his blade:

Too casual, squire.

Listening to the other party's words, Lausanne II's eyes moved.

If you want to be a knight, you have to be more serious!

I saw Knight Joaquin appearing from the diffuse white smoke, with a stern tone, he twisted his long sword, full of strength!

Shua!

With the sound of blades rubbing against each other, the two separated again.

Lausanne II stepped back three steps in a row to stabilize his figure.

But he didn't fight back immediately, but stared at his sword with wandering eyes.

Want to be a knight...

become a knight...

knight……

[Remember, attendant! Knight is not just a name, it represents a period of history, a culture, a group of people, the same spirit, and a belief... and the way of the knight is a road of sublimation that is worth spending your whole life to understand and practice! 】

Luosang's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

Faint white smoke rose up and filled his body, mysterious and ominous.

In front of him, Joaquin Knight looked calm and unhurried, as if this was just a daily training session.

Luosang was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head slightly, and looked at the person in front of him:

Such an orthodox legion ten style...you, is it really you?

Joaquin paused upon hearing this,

Then put down the blade and smiled slightly:

I know, servant, you must be very confused at this moment.

Puzzled?

Lausanne II trembled.

[I know, attendant, you are very confused at the moment: In this world, the title of knight is getting cheaper and cheaper. Whether it is a knight conferred by a major family or even a knight conferred by the royal family, it seems that they have all become utilitarian knights. As long as a man can wield a sword and afford money...and the corresponding tests, trials, and honings are getting less and less, and the threshold for becoming a knight is getting lower and lower...so why, why do we still have to Adhere to this old-fashioned and backward knight's ancient law, adhere to this creed that has long been scoffed at? 】

But how is this possible?

You, how could you come back from the dead?

Lausanne spoke softly. He looked at the brightly dressed and well-equipped Joaquin knight, Master Joaquin, trying to find the word:

Still so—young?

Just like in memory.

But in the next instant, Joaquin's sword pierced the white smoke, and went straight to his throat in the howling wind of the sword!

clang!

Lausanne II reacted very quickly, turned sideways, and parried the enemy's sword to the other side, but Joaquin's strength remained unabated, and the whole body rushed towards him!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the positions of the two changed instantly:

They stood side by side, shoulders touching, facing the same direction, with two long swords twisted in front of them, trembling from time to time in the fierce wrestling.

Lausanne II firmly stepped on the outside ground, his expression tensed, and he fought with all his strength.

Like they've done a thousand times on the training ground.

No, my student, my squire, you have missed the point.

In the strange white smoke, Joaquin sneered and looked at Lausanne beside him:

What's confusing you shouldn't be my age, or this superficial appearance.

Lausanne frowned, and looked at Joaquin's sword—that simple but sharp knight's sword that was said to have served by Eddie II's side until the latter ascended the throne.

as before.

What you should be wondering is: Attendant, why are you still unable to defeat me?

Can't beat him?

Beat Joaquin?

Lausanne's eyes sharpened.

In the next second, he felt that his hands and sides were all empty, and then he heard the howling of the sword wind!

worse.

Luosang didn't have time to think, every muscle, joint and organ in his body was running rapidly, and he made the most reasonable reaction in an instant, making him turn around and raise his arms, stand up with his sword, and meet the raging wind and waves!

Clang! Ding! Clang!

The metal clashed with each other, and the sound was so harsh that even the water on the ground was shaken to ripples.

This time, Luosang let go of himself. He was no longer obsessed with the ten styles of the Legion, but used all the martial arts moves he had seen, heard, learned and practiced in these years--Meteor Strike, Smiling Sword Style, Fear Killing, Bright Candle Eight Slash, Earth Dragon, Glacier Axe, Inch Strike, Sea of ​​Fire Blast, Oracle Enlightenment, Silent Cicada Sword...even the two incomplete but unspeakable fairy sword dances, you can use them all at your fingertips!

To welcome the review of the former teachers.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Ding! Ding! Ding! Dang—

The sound of metal clashing could be heard endlessly, and the entire tunnel was billowing with white smoke, which was flickered by the flames of the sword blades.

The shadows of the two spread out in the smoke. They were long and short, big and small, like a revolving lantern, reflecting incoherent and illusory silhouettes, changing and inexplicable.

Finally, the two beams of light and shadow separated again after more than ten consecutive strikes, and the tunnel returned to silence.

The white smoke faded away, revealing two people standing opposite each other:

Luosang, with a short body and a horizontal sword, is ready to fight.

Joaquin stood where he was, taking his time.

Unbelievable and impressive.

A few seconds later, Joaquin Knight nodded with satisfaction:

In addition to the three different styles of imperial swordsmanship, you also used the martial arts of the temple side: the storm of the tower of end, the rose and the sin, no less than the styles of the three veins. It even includes the insidious moves of the desert mercenaries , the very distinctive grassland martial arts, the desperate moves of the northerners, the short-handed skills of the thorny land, the spinning combo of the flame sea people, the induction style of the temple knights, and a set of preemptive Far Eastern swordsmanship, oh, even And the ancient sword dance of the elves?

Joaquin Knight's tone was full of appreciation and approval, as if in memory.

But in Luosang's eyes, he felt more and more depressed.

It seems that you have listened to my teachings, attendant: learn from various schools of thought, learn from each other, and master them well to become a master.

The young and vigorous Joaquin seemed to see through his thoughts, and the knight smiled slightly:

But that still doesn't answer the question: why?

Lausanne II stared.

Joaquin narrowed his eyes:

Why are you still... unable to beat me?

Can't beat him?

A few seconds later, Luosang frowned: several gaps had already appeared on his own blade.

What?

He looked at Joaquin's sword: it was intact, as sharp as ever.

Lausanne's heart tightened.

Just this round, he lost.

as always.

Even after all these years, I have, already...

Thinking of this, Lausanne II lowered his head, staring at the sewage under his feet, his eyes were empty.

Why?

Why?

Cavalier Joaquin let out a long sigh and said what was on his mind:

Even though so many years have passed, even if everything has changed for a long time? Even if you have found a more powerful force, you have been reborn, and you are not what you used to be? Even if my swordsmanship concept has been outdated for a long time, my body is getting old, and my ability is not improving. Aren't you coming?

Why, squire, Joaquin sighed, am I, as a teacher, still too powerful for you?

But before he finished speaking, Lausanne II suddenly appeared!

It's too early to talk, the sword wind rustled, Luosang roared angrily and took the initiative to move, Old guy!

clang!

Joaquin blocked Lausanne's attack with a sword, looking so relaxed and freehand.

Lausanne II looked at him in disbelief, looking at the sword that he was firmly blocked and unable to penetrate an inch.

No, of course it's not because I'm strong. As you said, I'm already an old guy who has been buried...

Joaquin shook his head slightly, and pushed Lausanne away with all his might:

It's not because you are inferior to others and can't beat the teacher.

In the next second, Lausanne II's offensive resumed, and the blade flickered like a phantom, setting off a huge storm and rushing straight at Joaquin.

But he was horrified to find that no matter how he changed his moves, looked for flaws, and used ultimate moves, he was always defeated at a critical moment, or was blocked, or was dodged, and returned without success.

But because of me, my dear student and squire, I will always be the teacher you cannot overcome in training, and always the one who guides you in teaching.

During the fierce battle, Knight Joaquin still managed to make a sound. His voice overwhelmed the sword strike, pierced through the wind of the sword, and rang in Luosang's ears very clearly:

Because I must be—as a teacher, I must always know a little more than you, know a little more, and hide more tricks from knowledge to experience, from ability to consideration.

The more Luosang heard, the more irritable he became, but his attack still couldn't work.

Because the thing 'teacher', since it was given this label, it cannot be 'conquered'.

Joaquin's voice was unhurried, as if telling a story:

Because the 'teacher' is born to stand in a high position and guide and teach condescendingly, but as a student, as a learner, as an imitator, as a submissive, you are naturally deprived of even the right to challenge and question.

He cleverly and perfectly grasped a tiny flaw in Luosang's sword, and blocked a killer move:

This is one of the cornerstones of how the world works: 'Teacher' will never and cannot, let alone be allowed, to be placed in the category of 'adversary' or 'enemy'.

Joaquin raised the corner of his mouth:

So, my students: Be humble when facing the 'teacher'.

Lausanne was shocked!

[Be careful, if you are not humble and introspective, not upright and loyal, not brave and fearless, disdain to sacrifice yourself for others, dare not resist the strong and help the weak... If you no longer believe in these creeds, let them rot and stink in your heart, and become what you preach Something that I admire, but sneer at in private... Be careful, when such things happen, often even the knight himself doesn't know...]

In the next second, Luosang only felt that the sword was empty, and there was no strength!

clang!

He subconsciously returned his sword to defend, narrowly blocked Joaquin's counterattack, and rolled away in embarrassment.

Joaquin didn't pursue either, but just waited quietly for him.

[In the final analysis, my attendant, whether you are a momentary glory or a lifetime of despair, whether you are invincible or defeated repeatedly, whether you are a person admired by thousands of people or a person condemned by thousands of people, when that moment comes, there is only you, only you I know in my heart: whether you are worthy of the name of knight or not. 】

No!

Luosang roared in his heart, kneeling on one knee, he struggled to get up from the ground, causing the surrounding white smoke to recede.

I've surpassed you a long time ago, old man!

Lausanne II spoke coldly, full of murderous intent:

Question, challenge, surpass, just like you teach—your students, surpass you.

But Joaquin laughed.

Do you really believe it? This nonsense?

Joaquin Cavalier shook his head with a click of his tongue, his eyes brightened:

The fact is, attendant, you have never, and it is impossible to take the initiative to surpass me, but I, I'allowed you to surpass me.

Lausanne's expression changed.

What?

Joaquin pulled a sword flower very quickly, as light and skilled as ever.

That's right, 'teacher', especially the qualifications of 'teacher', the existence and essence of 'teacher' in this world, will never and cannot be questioned, challenged and surpassed -- unless I, unless the teacher 'allows' you , 'bless' you, 'encourage' you to do so!

Luosang frowned, and slowly raised his sword.

wrong.

Only in this way, only when I, when the 'teacher' allows you to challenge it, grants you to question it, encourages you to go beyond it...

Joaquin's voice cooled down, just like his gradually grim expression:

...you can get permission to use 'it' as an opponent and enemy in the few hours to achieve conditional challenges, doubts and transcendence, to deceive yourself: 'It is the student's duty to question the teacher', Disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers', 'teachers expect to teach students who surpass themselves'...

Before Joaquin finished speaking, he moved his body and started to attack again!

clang!

Lausanne's reaction was extremely fast. Being experienced, he could see the opponent's strengths and weaknesses at a glance, so he took advantage of the situation and raised his sword to block the blow.

but……

But why would it do that?

The Joaquin knight looked terrifying, and he exerted force on his sword, pushing Lausanne back uncontrollably:

Why, why does the 'teacher' allow students to challenge themselves, question themselves, surpass themselves? Why allow students to compromise their own authority and status?

Lausanne II clenched his teeth, feeling inexplicable pain.

No, on the contrary! 'It' does this precisely to strengthen its own authority and maintain its own status! The destination often has to find another way to reach it, and the goal is often captured by means that seem to be abandoned, and the bait is often given. In order to finally tie the prey!

Joaquin roared angrily, and the Legion's Ten Forms took advantage of the situation!

It was a triumphant blow.

clang!

Luosang tried his best to block this ultimate ultimate move--compared with decades ago, the opponent's sword move has not faded in the slightest, and it is even more difficult to deal with than in memory.

Knight Joaquin kicked, but Lausanne II couldn't resist, and fell backwards with a muffled grunt.

Because this 'challenge' arena, this 'questioning' stage, is bestowed upon you by the 'teacher' out of mercy! Only when you stand on the arena, follow its rules and permission, and 'challenge' the teacher, After 'questioning' the teacher and 'surpassing' the teacher, it can be justified and lead you as it should!

No.

Why?

...to induce you to be logical, lower your eyebrows, and even say those words to 'it' with gratitude: 'Even so, you will always be my teacher', 'All my abilities are taught by my teacher' , 'I bear the teacher's expectation, and I am blue out of blue'...

In anger, shame and pain, Lausanne II struggled to get up from the sewage, and subconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword, but Joaquin Knight's words sounded clearly in his ears like an irresistible magic voice:

It's like a great knight who could have made great achievements, but was willing to bow his head to die in allegiance to a selfish and weak lord, so he was praised for his loyalty! Or he could have resisted the angry slave who was rushing to freedom, but he was willing to bow his head and let the cruel slave owner seal and put him in shackles , so be rewarded!

Lausanne closed her eyes in pain.

The wind howled.

clang!

Luosang raised his long sword subconsciously, barely blocking Joaquin's slash!

Knight Joaquin leaned forward, leaned close to Lausanne, and said softly: Even if you have truly surpassed the teacher, surpassed 'it'.

You, my squire, do you understand?

It was extremely quiet in the tunnel.

The surrounding white smoke became thicker and thicker.

In the next second, Luosang suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like flames!

He stared at Joaquin in front of him, gritted his teeth, and said every word, with hatred and anger that he couldn't feel:

You, no, yes, him.

Joaquin's soft smile disappeared.

You still don't understand, do you? the knight shook his head, his face full of regret. You think, 'Oh, look, haven't I surpassed Joaquin, surpassed the teacher'?

Before Lausanne II could answer, Joaquin's blade suddenly retreated, and immediately struck again like a whirlwind!

Ding! Dang!

Lausanne swung his sword with all his strength, moving continuously, making every choice and every movement of himself perfect, in order to resist the enemy in front of him--the Han who was in his prime, physically strong, and experienced in swordsmanship, and was almost invincible in the world. Dro? Master Joaquin.

Because that's just an illusion!

Joaquin roared angrily, swiped his long sword, and the ten moves of the army, which turned into an attack, were brilliant in his hands. Every move carried the war capital of gold and iron horses, clanging iron and blood, and wrote the sword of emperor wind vividly. .

But Lausanne can only deal with it passively and try his best to support it.

not him.

He is not him.

It, not him!

That is it is tempting you to surpass 'it' in 'its way'! Because as long as you do this, you will never be able to challenge, let alone surpass 'it'!

Joaquin's words were full of pain and sighs, but the attack on the sword did not abate slightly:

Because of the teacher, because 'it' can only maintain this set of discourse skills, and describe the inevitable fact that the blue is better than the blue, and the helpless fact that it will be denied and surpassed by the students sooner or later, as a higher framework and a larger system. A kind of gift, a kind of permission, a kind of conferment, a kind of this is exactly what I want and I knew it would be like this, invisibly implying that your teachers and students are superior and inferior, and the master-slave status It has been decided, and the rest are just condescending rewards—no matter how strong you become, it's just the patriarch rewarding you!

Joaquin's offensive became more and more urgent and dense.

Luosang defended continuously, and after struggling to parry a sword, he finally couldn't hold back and knelt down on one knee!

Only in this way can 'it' cover up one's fear and powerlessness, disguise one's own weakness and hypocrisy, and rationalize the absurdity of 'a teacher is always a teacher', and when the 'teacher is not as good as a student' becomes true, it can still remain true. To maintain the status and authority of the 'teacher', let the 'teacher', a nihilistic label that is useless after completing the inheritance function, successfully turn into an entity full of meaning and power, and always, always, always stand on the high One step above your ladder!

Amidst the billowing white smoke, Joaquin looked coldly and raised his sword towards Lausanne who was kneeling on the ground.

The last sword.

But in the next second, Luosang's expression changed, and he backhanded the sword.

Time seemed to slow down.

Shua—

The sword's edge intersected with each other, and sparks were sparked.

But Luosang's expression was resolute, his blade was firm, and he exhausted his life's experience and knowledge to attack the most perfect and miraculous counterattack in his history!

laugh!

The blade pierced Joaquin's right arm.

Clang!

With a blunt sound, Joaquin trembled, and his knight sword fell to the ground.

Lausanne II stood up trembling.

His sword edge, without knowing when, has stopped on Joaquin's neck.

you lose.

Joaquin froze.

He looked at the sword on the ground, then at the sword on his neck, and understood something.

Joaquin looked at Lausanne II with a satisfied smile.

Facing 'it', even if you have strong hands and a sharp blade, you will fall into the shackles early and be powerless to resist.

In the thick white fog, Joaquin showed no signs of embarrassment, but calmly opened his hands and exposed his neck: For the turning of this nothingness label, it even used the most deceitful trick: come on, student, I allow and expect You surpass me so that one day, you can become the new me, the new 'teacher'.

Lausanne's sword trembled slightly.

Joaquin ignored the blade on his neck and continued:

In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, new guard, and new slave of 'it' under this label.

Lausanne II clenched his teeth, his expression struggling.

Joaquin Knight spoke harshly:

If you want to play hard to get, you want to refuse to welcome, use the words 'disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers' to maintain the cornerstone of 'disciples will never be inferior to teachers', and finally establish an eternal system of 'only when the teacher allows you to surpass it, you can surpass it', Inheritance has been passed down for tens of thousands of years! Anesthesia and hypnosis for tens of thousands of people!

His expression relaxed, and he praised again:

No one suspects, few people notice, most people take it for granted, more people justify it, and spontaneously fall for it, ah, look, this method, how cunning, how insidious, how wonderful, how clever, How intoxicating.

Joaquin looked at Lausanne in front of him, and returned to calm:

Now, do you understand, my dear student?

In the mist, Luosang looked at the person in front of him in a trance, and shook his head.

You are not him.

Luosang said in a daze:

You are not Joaquin.

Joaquin Knight looked at him and smiled.

Me? Of course I'm not him.

He spread his hands and sighed:

The so-called 'respecting the teacher and respecting the way', look, 'respecting the teacher' is just a cover, a means, and the ultimate goal is to 'respect the way', to lock up and enslave.

Joaquin stared into Lausanne's eyes:

So, 'I' is not Joaquin, 'I' is not your teacher, 'I' is not even 'teacher' itself.

He grinned:

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—'I', 'I' is something higher, bigger, and more terrible!

Lausanne II trembled slightly.

Some kind of 'it' is your teacher forever and ever, and you can never, never, never surpass, and you have no right to question and challenge, or even unintentionally and incompetently perceive the 'thing'!

Joaquin opened his hands, his expression was exaggerated, and his words were frenzied:

Whether you challenge or obey, whether you affirm or deny, whether you are conscious or unconscious, you are shrouded in time, unable to break free, and will only be strengthened forever——

No!

Lausanne II roared, and waved his arms!

Joaquin's words stopped abruptly.

With a bang, the knight's head left his body and rolled to the ground.

His body then tilted and fell into the sewage.

Only Luosang was left alone, standing in the gradually dissipating white smoke, looking at the corpse on the ground with a dazed expression and empty eyes.

monster.

After an unknown amount of time, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and turned around stiffly:

Nonsense, a bunch.

He walked with difficulty, trudging through the sewage, as if carrying an indelible weight.

Well, he has, he has tasks.

He still wants to go after that...

Am I wrong?

Lausanne froze!

He looked back in disbelief:

In the sewage, Joaquin's head and body were shattered, turning into white smoke and disappearing.

But Joaquin's voice still sounded, and gradually changed its tone:

Isn't this the shackle you most want to break in the depths of your heart——Joe?

Joe.

Hearing this name, Luosang shuddered!

White smoke billowed, and the sewage on the ground began to fluctuate and transpire.

A few seconds later, a pitch-black hand poked out from the center of the water!

I saw that black hand hugging the edge of the sewage, exposing wrists, arms, elbows, and shoulders—until a whole black person crawled up from the center of the water and stood up.

Luosang frowned, inexplicably horrified.

Joaquin's voice faded away.

Instead, there was another cold, resolute, oppressive voice:

Didn't I say that you struggled hard in the blood and tears of injustice, endured humiliation and survived in the ashes and ashes spurned by thousands of people, screamed in pain in the filth and filth that could not be seen, and lost all resentment and filth? Abandoned in anger, but can't figure it out, can only swing a sword in the air, numb the self until it goes crazy?

In this case, why do you have to suppress resentment, why do you have to bind your hands and feet, the dark body raised its head, revealing a face without facial features, why don't you turn grievances into anger, why don't you let them be completely released, since this is what you give up Everything, the meaning of returning to this world?

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

Damn.

Damn it!

He quickly calmed down his shock and fear, and raised his long sword again.

Just like... Teacher Joaquin taught.

But thinking of this, Lausanne II felt stiff again.

【In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, new guard, and new slave of 'it' under this label...]

No, no, no!

Luosang shouted angrily, raised his long sword high, and forced himself to stop thinking about these things with superhuman control:

What the hell are you!

The pitch-black human body raised its legs and stepped out of the sewage.

I can understand your inability to understand.

Its pitch-black body began to change, engraving lines and outlines.

Then how about I give you an example with the same logic and similar reason, but easier to understand?

The pitch-black human body began to take on color, from the body to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, and then transformed into detailed facial features and hair one by one...

An example that you remember more clearly, more deeply, and more unforgettably.

Following the change of the pitch-black body, Luosang's eyes froze.

At some point, the person standing in front of him turned into a tall and strong warrior.

He wore a heavy helmet, silver and black armor, and held a long sword with gauntlets.

His armor is finely carved, the inner lining is made of expensive materials, and there are two streamers on the back of the helmet.

Two gazes appeared from the gap in his helmet, as cold as ice and snow.

the most important is……

Lausanne's expression changed.

No.

The black armored knight in front of him took a step forward and raised his long sword.

Come on, whether you are Master Joaquin's knight attendant or anyone else, you don't have to hold back, let alone back down.

Lausanne raised his weapon with disbelief on his face.

No.

Leave your worries behind and do your best to defeat me, defeat me, and surpass me to win the crown of this general election, the black-armored knight's voice was harsh like a sharp knife, with undeniable power, Because only in this way can you embark on the journey, to prove yourself, to earn the title, to become a nobleman, to become a servant, to be qualified to die loyal to me, to us, to the kingdom...

In the next second, the gaze in the opponent's helmet flashed, showing satisfaction and arrogance:

……knight.

knight.

Luosang gritted his teeth, and his eyes fell on the opponent's chest.

No.

no no no...

I saw that on the knight's breastplate, it was carefully cast out of precious asphalt, and it was an extremely conspicuous pattern, as if to show pride and glory to everyone:

Silver nine-pointed star.

you you……

Luosang said in a daze.

The black armored knight remained motionless.

you?

The next moment, Luosang's face twisted instantly!

you!

He roared angrily, and the sword edge slashed out like a howling wave, piercing fiercely into the opponent's black breastplate, full of pain that no one could relieve, tearing apart the shining silver nine-pointed star:

Turn—light——the—sword!

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