Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 693 Mastery

Traitor!

In the study, my father's roar shook the sky.

The last time Tormund had seen his father this angry was when he was six years old.

At that time, he ran wildly in the field with the daughter of the manager of the farm in the country, laughing, throwing mud, rolling dirty clothes, and having fun, but he was bumped into by his returning father and cousin.

He still remembered his father's livid face, and the slight sneer on his cousin's brow.

And now, many years later, his father was trembling all over, pointing at him and gnashing his teeth:

Razor Mallos, inherited for thousands of years, I will destroy your hands now!

Thousands of years of inheritance, destroying my hands?

ha.

Tormund wanted to laugh.

laughing out loud.

If the Mallos family was destroyed so easily, he said with a blank expression, then maybe it was already doomed?

The father became more and more angry. He got up and drew his sword, but someone held his shoulder.

Don't panic.

The great uncle sat on the left of his father, as calm as ever. He has been advising his father and the family for many years, resourceful and dedicated.

But is it also because of this that he entered the punishment wing? Calm enough to skin the prisoners?

Or is it because the cousin is also good at giving advice on how to torture people?

We still have one last chance. Uncle Tang said calmly.

You have no chance, Tormund said coldly. The great crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason——the Black Prophet and his kingdom secret department will track it down here, and it will be a matter of time.

I'll kill you before that! roared the father.

Why, why do they all like to use this to intimidate others?

Even if it doesn't work?

Why, Xiaotuo? came the uncle's voice, and there was exhaustion in the words that he tried his best to hide.

Why did you do this? Why did you betray us?

Tormund was silent.

Why?

He opened his lips: Because...

because……

Because it's all preordained.

He looked at the angry father and the calm uncle, and said softly:

Because none of this is true.

That's right.

The watchman of the guard, Tormund Mallos, stood in the study, looking at the red fire behind his father and cousin, his eyes were as deep as water, and his heart was as clear as a mirror:

Not reality here.

Because it's so beautiful here.

too soft.

Because my father's study is brightly colored and magnificent.

And the world, the real world, the world now,

His world should be...

Silence and desolation.

Father, uncle, you and here, everything here is fake, it's just the killer's ability. Mallos said softly.

Nie Zi! His father roared angrily, causing the fire behind him to shake.

The cousin took a deep breath.

Since the matter has come to this point, there is nothing we can do. The old uncle seemed to have not heard his answer, and his voice became sharper, I'm going to see Big Barney right now: we'll do it tonight.

Uncle? Father turned his head and turned pale with shock.

As in memory.

The cousin ignored his father.

And you, Xiaotuo, the cousin looked at him with a smile on his lips, do you think this is the end?

At that moment, everything in front of Mallos' eyes was ablaze!

The flames burned through the study, corridors, and halls, and burned through the fields of the Mallos family's manor. The color in front of them peeled off piece by piece, becoming scorched black, pale, and barren.

The way the world should be.

In this desolation, a deadly cold light—the blade of Lausanne II cut through the air and roared towards it!

After waking up, Mallos tried his best. He rolled and threw himself at the sword on the ground, turning around to block with all his strength.

boom!

The sound of metal colliding was harsh.

The angle and timing of the opponent's force were all dominant, and Mallos, who hastily blocked, couldn't bear the strength and retreated a few steps in a row.

You think I don't know?

Luosang spoke quickly, but stepped steadily, approaching step by step.

I don't know what kind of person Joaquin is? I don't know what Joaquin paid for me and his student attendants?

Seeing Lausanne's appearance, Mallos stepped back.

It seems that I was only distracted for a moment, Mallos thought.

And this Lausanne II, he didn't even realize that he had activated the ability.

It's strange that a seasoned extreme master like him can't use his abilities proficiently?

But what did he get!

Luosang's voice was cold and harsh, and the long sword came out abruptly!

hell!

The watchman cursed secretly in his heart, after all, there was no way to retreat, and he was forced to fight back.

Ding!

Mallos blocked the stabbing attack, but with a flick of Luosang's wrist, the sword flashed again!

Is this... sword stabbing?

The watchman recognized that the opponent was using the sword stabbing technique that was widely spread in the southwest and was carried forward by the thorny sword Kuradel of the Tower of the End.

This guy knows a lot!

Nine attendants, nine knights—no, eight knights, said Lausanne, whose eyes were dark and silent, like the eyes of a dead man, but kept catching Mallos' flaws, all shouldering hopes, They are taught by him to become talented, but everyone has different personalities and holds different ideas.

Swish!

Between the metal frictions, Mallos parried the second blow, but his body was in a mess and he was on the verge of falling.

So in the Year of Blood, four of them served the royal family, two of them stood on the side of the rebels, and two of them followed different princes... And Joaquin, Joaquin could only watch the knights he cultivated turn against each other, Killing each other with the various martial arts he carefully taught, Luosang's voice continued, one student beheaded another student, and then the third cut his throat, and then the fourth took revenge... the cycle repeats, It doesn't stop until the eight knights...

No one survived.

The third stab struck again.

Mallos strenuously retracted his steps, and put on the best defense against sword rapping—huh?

At that moment, Lausanne II turned around, clasped his hands together, and the original stab turned into a sharp downward strike in an instant!

The watchman was taken aback:

This is the main attack method of Forging Blade Weaponry—a martial art that is so basic and ordinary in all Emperor Style schools, but has been practiced into a unique skill in the hands of Thousand Blade Knights, Iron Cross?

but……

Before he could react in time, he could only change his tactics hastily and eat this Iron Cross abruptly!

clang!

With a loud noise, Mallos shook his hands, dropped his long sword, lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The battle ended in a flash, and the field returned to silence.

And poor Joaquin can't do anything about it—this time, he has no hands to smash. Luosang said quietly.

Mallos held the blood oozing from his chest, coughing painfully, and there was a bloodstain on his face.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

He looked at the weapon flying ten feet away, and sighed inwardly.

No, or it should be said that the outcome will be decided early.

Lausanne II wiped the blood off his sword with his arm sleeve and walked towards Mallos.

He died not because of me, not because he lost his swordsman, nor because he was poor.

The black-clothed killer stared coldly at his defeated general, wary of the short weapon in his arms:

And all because of himself.

There was a second of silence.

Mallos struggled to sit up, lamenting the opponent's skill in his heart.

Lausanne just used two sword techniques, thorn stab sword and forged sword strike, or a part of each in one move.

Well, the other party may have learned both, even if their styles are diametrically opposed, it's okay, but...

How did you do that trick just now?

Mallos stared fixedly at his opponent.

This guy, he disassembled the complete and complete swordsmanship inch by inch, stripped them from their respective systems, and then transformed and reorganized these disparate fragments, and perfectly integrated them into one move in actual combat. The achievement is the most suitable The new move in the current battle situation... It seems that after the first half of the move is elegant and smooth stabbing sword, the second half of the move should be connected with the solemn and strong Iron Cross, completely natural, without stagnation?

This requires an unparalleled proficiency in the existing swordsmanship, a deep understanding of their sword theory and kendo, and a thorough grasp of the essence of different swordsmanship...

No, the difficulty of this matter is no less than that of creating a new martial art from scratch after learning from others' strengths.

What's more, in the tense and fierce battle that can't be done every now and then?

Such skills, even the well-informed watchman, have never been heard of or seen.

Thanks to you.

But Lausanne II seemed to know what he was wondering about:

If I was a long time ago, I couldn't do it, at least not so smoothly.

Mallos was startled when he heard this.

Lausanne looked at the watchman silently.

You have seventeen masters, many of whom can even display extreme-level skills. They have different styles and specialties: treacherous and changeable, violent, neutral, endless, and cooperative. Tacit understanding, well-paced... And you organize them into teams, make use of their strengths and avoid weaknesses, learn from the strong to complement the weak, and add bows and crossbows to form a high-pressure formation and complex battlefield that can suppress or even kill extreme masters.

It's not surprising at all——Luosan thought to himself, the origin of imperial swordsmanship, the knights of the legion of the ancient empire, didn't they come all the way, relying on numbers and coordination, discipline and formation, they will use their personal bravery to the limit The disciples of the temple firmly suppressed, under the emperor's decree thousands of years ago, besieged and killed the top masters one by one, and demolished the knight temple over and over again?

And do you know how many years it has been since I have had the opportunity to face an opponent of this magnitude, do my best, hone my sword skills between life and death, and prove my skills under extreme pressure?

Lausanne raised the long sword full of gaps and sighed deeply:

So, thanks to you for giving me this opportunity, this occasion.

Maybe thanks to it.

Let him go one step further.

It's so refreshing.

Mallos understood instantly, and sighed inwardly.

I see.

It wasn't just Miranda Aarend who got promoted tonight.

For the enemy in front of him, he doesn't need special abilities at all, he is already a first-class master.

But Lausanne II looked at his weapon, his eyes fascinated:

You know, merging different schools of thought, mastering hundreds of martial arts, and bridging differences such as imperial styles and temples into one—this is Joaquin's ideal and ambition on the way of martial arts.

It is also the reason why he teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, encourages students to pursue individuality, and accepts all kinds of rivers.

But it's a pity that being as proficient in sword principles as Joaquin can never heal those who use them, even if they are his attendants and students.

For the noble ways of chivalry are long gone.

Because of the rules of this world, there are other preferences.

Lausanne slowly came to Mallos.

Mallos looked at the bloody hands, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

hateful.

I won't be able to hold a sword for at least a month.

Maybe even the little puppet bear can't hold it anymore.

If he still has the chance to take it.

He closed his eyes.

Pick up your sword—or dagger.

Mallos opened his eyes.

The commander who died for his subordinates, Luosang looked down at him with dark eyes, he shouldn't die with his bare hands.

Mallos was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

When the body of the flag officer of Aknet was found, he was lying on a high platform out of reach of ordinary people, his armor was neat, his body was peaceful, his sword was stuffed in his hand, and two gold coins were buried in his eyes.

Lausanne did not speak.

Mallos sighed, but did not take his sword:

Master Joaquin, I left you something more or less, right?

Lausanne's eyes moved.

No, Lausanne stroked the notch on the sword with his fingers, but kept his eyes on Mallos' hands, at least not as much as he thought.

What about this one? Mallos pointed at Lausanne's feet.

Luosang lowered his head in doubt: What?

In the next second, Mallos jumped up from the ground, and a silver light appeared in his hand!

But Lausanne, who had been vigilant all the time, had expected it. With a move of his long sword, he parried the thrusts of the two daggers, and then flew back quickly to prevent Mallos from approaching him to repeat the old trick.

At this moment, there was a rustling wind in the sky!

Luosang's complexion changed, and as soon as he raised his head, a huge black shadow came around!

call--

It was a caravan with a bundle of goods.

It fell in the air, right where Lausanne II was standing.

Crack!

There was a loud bang, the caravan landed hard, and the smoke and dust stirred up!

Mallos clutched his injured arm and stepped back. He looked at the pier above his head and shook his head slightly:

This is it.

He picked up his saber with difficulty, looked at the deformed caravan in the smoke and dust, and smiled.

The z plan is completed.

What a pity, what a powerful swordsman.

But right now.

This trick, your subordinates have used it once.

The watchman, who was about to turn around and leave, froze in his footsteps.

A few seconds later, the outline of the caravan appeared in the smoke and dust:

Under the huge impact, the bracket was twisted, the wheels were broken, and the signboard and streamers on it were crooked.

Lausanne II was half-kneeling on the roof of the caravan, his body was covered with dust, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Can't it be something new?

But he was in perfect shape.

No broken limbs, no broken bones.

Mallos closed his eyes sadly.

It's difficult.

All right.

What did you just say, Xinyi?

Luosang on the roof snorted coldly, but suddenly changed color.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, a crossbow arrow was deeply pierced on the roof of the caravan, a few steps away from Lausanne.

But before he had time to wonder why the arrow missed, he heard the sound of a machine gun, and more than a dozen slender shadows sprang out from the roof of the caravan, rushing towards Lausanne II!

Luosang's reaction was extremely fast, and the sword light flashed continuously, repelling half of the black shadows, but there were still several black shadows flying back and forth, pounced on Lausanne II's legs!

Snapped!

When the last black shadow came to a halt, Lausanne II on the roof saw everything in front of him clearly: These black shadows were solid ropes, a total of six, tightly wrapping his waist and legs around the four corners of the caravan.

This is……

The elaborate rope trap mechanism of the guard wing is designed to restrict and hinder the enemy's movement. Mallos snorted softly.

It just takes a little time to arrange it in advance, and it has to be fired with such great force as a crossbow.

Lausanne frowned.

Mallos smiled slightly, dragged his seriously injured body, and swung his sword above his head.

The principle of the trap is, well, actually surprisingly simple, very similar to a mousetrap.

But this need not be said.

After all, the escort wing also has to declare a budget.

that's all?

In the next second, Luosang raised his sword and cut off one of the ropes with incredible sword speed!

Mallos frowned.

Oops.

Can't the bondage rope be stronger?

Oh, forget it.

After all, the guard wing also needs to declare a budget.

While thinking, Luosang swung his sword again and cut another rope.

What's the point of doing that?

Lausanne II said coldly, with a flash of sword light in his hand, he cut the third rope.

Mallos frowned more and more.

Damn.

Couldn't they have replaced the ropes with tiny steel wires, or at least sharp blades? Take some damage?

But it's best not to say that.

After all, the escort wing also needs to declare the budget.

In the next second, Luosang's complexion changed, and he lowered his shoulders and tilted his head!

Huh-boom!

The arrow that fell from the sky grazed Lausanne's ear, and was firmly attached to the caravan!

Looking at the arrow, Mallos frowned again:

Could they shoot a little more sideways?

call out!

Another arrow fell.

As he had hoped, the arrow missed further this time: it landed straight behind Mallos, at his feet.

But unlike before, this crossbow bolt had a long rope tied to its tail, hanging from the bridge above the head all the way.

finally.

Mallos let out a sigh of relief.

Lausanne II's eyes moved, and he cut off the fourth rope:

Is this going to escape?

Mallos grabbed the rope on the arrow, twisted it back and forth on his arm, and said an inexplicable sentence: Twenty for one shot, sixty for five shots.

Lausanne frowned.

Ten shots, one hundred, buy more and get more free. Mallos tightened the rope in his hand and pouted his chin.

Luosang didn't understand, so he asked, What?

call out!

Another arrow--a rocket--from above!

It shot right through the car window and plunged into the car, the arrows still crackling and burning.

A black lion is engraved on the precious arrow tail exposed outside the window.

This is……

Looking at the rocket in front of him, Lausanne's expression changed.

He struggled to cut off the fifth rope that blocked his sight, and finally saw the banners and signs on the side of the caravan:

[Exclusively for Emerald Celebration · Suleiman's old brand of crystal fireworks · Ten years of word of mouth · Seiko handmade · Sufficient capacity · Strong effect】

[Changing career clearance, big sale at a loss, the last day! 】

[Warning: It is strictly forbidden to approach the stall with open flames! 】

Looking at such a large caravan, Lausanne's pupils froze.

Mallos sighed and waved his hands vigorously above his head.

No.

Seeing Mallos' actions, Lausanne II flashed the idea.

The flames in the carriage burned more and more vigorously, making an ominous hissing sound.

In the next second, Luosang drew out his sword with all his strength, roaring and slashing at the last rope that bound him:

No--

boom!

There was an earth-shattering bang!

The unremarkable caravan fell apart in an instant, one after another, shining countless lights!

boom! boom!

Amid the brilliant light erupting below him, and Lausanne II's unwilling roar, Mallos pulled the rope into the sky and flew towards the top of the bridge!

boom! boom! boom!

The open space under the bridge was instantly shrouded in fire and rain, and there was nothing to see.

Only the crystal fireworks shooting up in all directions are colorful and gorgeous.

boom! boom!

Under the gift of this dazzling light, Mallos dragged the rope, leaned on the pier, and flew straight up!

Collect and fire, Mallos, who was covered in blood, looked at the splendid scene below him and coughed, The effect is better.

Pity.

At the moment when the rope reached the top, Mallos reached out decisively and firmly held a hand extending from above.

A hand in a black glove.

Mallos raised his head and frowned, Why are you?

Above the watchman's head, with only one leg wrapped in a rope, Miranda, who was hanging upside down in the air, shook off her drooping braids and sneered, Because I weigh the lightest.

Mallos frowned.

He clasped Miranda's hand, and the two of them faced each other, one upright and the other down, and were entangled by a rope, floating under the North Gate Bridge.

boom! bang bang bang!

Below him—a large car—the celebration fireworks became more and more magnificent, causing many citizens in the distance to exclaim.

I saw it just now. You really are good at short combat. Miranda, who was hanging upside down, tilted her head, her eyes sharp, Terror Blade.

Mallos frowned.

Do me a favor, Ms. Miranda.

uh-huh?

Don't use nicknames like a brat.

The two were silent for a while.

of course not.

Miranda, who was hanging upside down, blinked:

Mr. Blade.

The rope tightened again, slowly but firmly, pulling the two of them up to the bridge deck together.