Kingdom’s Bloodline

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After listening to Li's secret, Thales overcame the initial surprise and calmed down.

According to what you said, today's misfortune can't only be blamed on you, the prince said suspiciously, you have to blame Canxing's royal family for not taking good care of that original blood, which made Lausanne II become a blood clan, causing endless disasters?

I have absolutely no intention of that, Li Gongjin replied, but his scrutinizing gaze never left Thales. But with this clue, His Highness must be closer to the truth behind the killer than we are.

Thales frowned.

What a cunning.

The old fellow threw the mystery back to me with the thread to solve it, and also explicitly and implicitly cleared Corleone of his responsibility.

But this trick really worked, Thales couldn't help wondering:

Lausanne II, the murderous killer who returned to the Kingdom of Stars after many years, was definitely not just to avenge the blood bottle gang's old grievances.

How did he get the blood that should have belonged to Crown Prince Midil?

What is his relationship with the royal family of Canxing?

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

The juniors of the Houlier family have fought against each other.

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

Thank goodness, he raised his binoculars and managed to find the target. They're fighting on the roof anyway, at least I can see it.

Although at the pace of Yannick and Lausanne II's fight, Thales couldn't see anything except Mohu's flickering figure.

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 is the head of the family at a young age, and he is good at provoking power and taking advantage of the situation. He is deeply trusted by the 'ghost girl'.

As for the ghost girl Vissanlia Houllier herself, she is an old person from Unyielding Night and the leader of the rebels who rebelled against the Kingdom of the Night. Even His Majesty Nightwing has to be vigilant and fearful and has a love-hate relationship difficult person.

Li thought so, and kept talking:

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

Thales thought for a moment.

For the Emerald Celebration?

To see the prince?

To deliver a letter to the ugly woman?

Thales remembered his encounter with Yannick at the Brawl Banquet.

For 'balance'. He said calmly.

Li nodded lightly:

Since it is for balance, will he really do what you wish and do his best?

Thales frowned.

Of course, you know.

A voice in the prince's heart told him:

In fact, Yannick already knew the truth.

This handsome vampire saw the filth under the water of Emerald City early on, and guessed that a fellow clan was secretly hunting in the city. That's why he left those meaningful words at the Banquet:

【...The Emerald City is currently undercurrents, and there are many dirty things here. 】

But he, the acting master of the Huanxin family, the young blood of the Houlier family was indifferent, and even happy to see the success.

He sat and waited for the day when the ruler of the Emerald City—whether it was Thales or Jann—would suffer and be overwhelmed.

in exchange for greater returns.

The problem is, Thales...

The voice in his heart whispered:

How can you take advantage of this?

————

Ding!

The metal clashes, the two swords on the roof rotate back and forth, the attack and defense are so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it is only an indistinct phantom.

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

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

Then why did the Corleones keep you instead of killing you—

An exquisite sword move suddenly appeared in the dazzle, and immediately interrupted Yannick!

Caught off guard, the blood councilor let out a muffled snort, then quickly backed away, appearing on another roof and settling down.

They tried.

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

They can't.

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

The blade was covered with black blood, dripping down.

Yannick frowned, and he slightly let go of his left hand that was covering his abdomen: the wound was deeply wounded, and black blood was gushing out continuously.

Damn, how did he stab this sword?

If I were still an ordinary human...

But Lausanne II, who saw this scene, frowned slightly:

Biased.

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 diplomats and congressmen again, until he was thrown off by Ranley Corleone. Turned over the throne, turned into an old story in the history books.

Lausanne II did not answer, or rather, he responded with actions:

The killer leaps forward, and the sword shines again!

Can't he wait any longer?

Yannick was so angry that he couldn't wait for the wound to heal, so he was forced to fight again:

What is going on in this world now? Shouldn't masters fight each other with mutual respect, at least let the opponent finish talking?

clang!

With swords shining freely, Lausanne II rushed forward and pursued without stopping, while Yannick retreated and dodged without hesitation.

The Blood Killer's body movement is slightly inferior to Yannick's, but he wins because of his excellent swordsmanship. Every blow falls on the key point that the opponent has to defend. After a few rounds, Yannick was hit by the sword again and retreated ten meters away. !

This time, Yannick didn't have such a good posture. He knelt on one knee while his body was shaking:

A horrific scarred wound slanted down from the right shoulder, and even split the collarbone.

almost.

Lausanne II shook the black blood on the sword, not very satisfied:

It's just a little bit close to being able to take the lead.

Just like this, the killer said softly, They fear me.

The filthy species of Kingdom of the Night—especially the old ones who have lived for thousands of years—are selfish, greedy, and afraid of death. They are afraid of his sword skills, his abilities, his determination, and even more The countless killing experiences he has accumulated over the decades (How many people did those old guys kill? Who did they kill? Farmers who walked home at night? Bloody food shivering in a small dark room? 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 the words. He was trying his best to repair the serious injury on his shoulder and neck at the moment, and it was a bit difficult to speak:

Poor child, you have been, you have been cheated...

Lausanne II raised his eyes and stepped forward without hesitation.

And you are going to be killed.

Dirty bastards.

You may not know Corleone, Yannick said with a look of pain on his face, but I can tell you that it's not fear, but a trick: the Corleone family played a scene to make you think they fear you.

cheat?

Machiavellian?

interesting.

Lausanne II felt disdainful.

If it was acting, they paid too much for it.

That night, in order to execute him, the filthy species of the kingdom of the night went forward one after another, but they just rushed to feed him one by one, until they aroused the uncontrollable ferocity and abilities in his body.

The Corleone family lost ground, while the other families in the seven branches of the Kingdom of the Night suffered heavy casualties...

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

other.

other families.

He looked directly at Yannick again.

Forward and successive.

One by one.

In Kingdom of the Night, except for Corleone...

other families?

Lausanne II unconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

What do you know? he asked softly.

Yannick smirked.

Told me by a terrible friend, or rival, who, unfortunately, is in the Corleone blood.

Lausanne II frowned.

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

Yannick stood up tremblingly, the wound on his abdomen had healed, but the heavy wound on his shoulder was still recovering, and the cut was closed with a degree visible to the naked eye.

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

Yannick sneered.

Only if you feel that they are 'fearful' of you, then they can—at least in your eyes—be forced to let you go, keep you, and have to let you 'act freely'.

Lausanne II didn't speak, he just stared at the other party's wound.

As for why...

Yannick snorted lightly: A live chess is always more useful than a dead chess.

piece.

Lausanne II's sword trembled slightly.

I saw Yannick stretching out his hand to signal 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, out of Free will, are you acting freely?

The blood member laughed:

In this way, as a pawn, won't you be more lively, more motivated, and go all out in your work?

Having said that, Yannick remembered something, and couldn't help but look around:

Just like the land under our feet, the state council created by the virtuous monarch makes everyone who can 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 command Capital feared by rulers has the right to speak for itself and the right to act freely.

He said with emotion:

Therefore, they neglected to doubt, forgot their hatred, let alone resisted.

Take the seat that the mighty kingdom offers them with peace of mind, as if they were meant to be.

Lausanne II lowered his head.

That's the problem, you've stood at the most critical point in this power struggle, making every move you can make. Yannick moved his shoulder, and his wound finally healed, How should you react?

He smiled:

A chess piece that thinks it's free?

What responded to him was Lausanne II's increasingly cold sword light.

————

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

Make a deal.

Le Corleone's eyelids moved:

Your Highness?

Whether Yannick or others want to get in the way, Earl Li, you bring me Lausanne II, so that he can breathe and interrogate.

Thales turned around:

In this way, the bad debts that you have harbored for many years in exiled dignitaries, including smuggling blood killers, harming Emerald City, and overthrowing the Duke of the Kingdom, will be written off.

Li Wenyan frowned.

I'm grateful for Your Highness's tolerance, but this person is pregnant with the blood of Prince Philip, and his abilities are weird and terrifying. I'm afraid we can't do anything—

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

Perhaps the question was too sensitive, so the blood count kept his mouth shut and did not respond.

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

Did you know that when the disaster of blood broke out in Dragon Clouds City, the instigator also told me: The disaster is too terrible, even if they want to stop it, they can't do anything.

Hearing a few key words that could be called secrets, Li's eyes moved.

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

But I also wondered later: as people who plotted and brought disaster, they might not be powerless.

He said quietly:

Just unwilling to contribute.

Thales turned to the other side again, his gaze was like a sword:

What do you say, Earl Li?

Li was silent for a long time, then took a step back, saluted respectfully, but did not give an inch in his words:

Your Highness, please note that before coming here, His Majesty Katerina made repeated orders, asking us to follow the rules in your country, and not to make extra troubles.

Thales sighed.

But Katrina also said that you should be flexible.

Not only did Li Fei not answer his words, but changed the subject instead.

This killer is a pawn in the game between Master Federico and his cousin. Li looked down the tower with a blank expression on his face, Since His Highness has attacked him, does it mean that you have already stood up among them, and also for Emerald? The fate of the city has been decided?

Stand in line?

It doesn't matter which team I stand on, it's very troublesome.

Thales thought of Jann and Federico, and kept thinking about what the other party cared about while having a headache.

If you're worried about getting revenge on Zhan En, or about Iris's revenge, then I can guarantee—

I'm not worried about Kevin Dill, Li didn't let him finish his sentence, Historically, Blood Fang has feuded with the three masters of Kongming Palace successively, but no matter how big the enmity is, it will wait for their longevity to die. Even if it disappears, it will be reconciled as before when it is benefited.

Then why—

Li's eyes moved:

What I'm worried about is Your Highness: Before you made this decision, did you communicate with the Fuxing Palace?

Thales frowned slightly.

He remembered the letter from King Kessel:

【It's up to you. 】

But……

Thales didn't change his face, but said insincerely:

That's natural—His Majesty has given me full power to deal with the affairs here.

Since that's the case, Your Highness, you shouldn't ask us to help you extra, the co-registrar of the Kingdom of the Night said indifferently, Because our cooperation with the Secret Department of the Kingdom, or in other words, with the Fuxing Palace, has been settled. .And the bad debt you used to blackmail me to 'write it off' should not be counted on us.

Thales frowned.

You said earlier that in the face of disasters and chaos, the perpetrators may not be powerless, but unwilling to contribute, Li Youyou said, Maybe, because it is really 'too scary', there are other people?

Thales was silent.

After leaving the Emerald City, I'm going to go north. I will meet His Majesty Kessel as an envoy and present my credentials. Li glanced at him and bowed.

Thales looked at each other, thinking silently.

Li turned around.

After Katerina returned to China, she lost her two big arms. It's not easy, right?

Thales suddenly said:

Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a hurry to see an Emerald City that's friendly and trusts each other.

Li didn't respond.

Thales took a deep breath, and his tone was firm after thinking clearly:

But sometimes, it's because we don't want to push the envelope that it's so scary.

Li's eyes moved:

what do you mean?

Thales let out a breath and said resolutely:

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

Li narrowed his eyes.

Thales took a step forward:

Katerina said that although she walked in the dark night, she opened her eyes and looked at the stars, reflecting the road ahead like day, right?

Li raised the corner of his mouth.

Thales looked down the tower faintly:

Tell her I understand.

Understand what?

Thales looked at the night scene of the new suburb expressionlessly.

I stand on the ground and look up to the stars.

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

Just wait for the sunset to turn into night, and reach for the stars.

————

Swish!

With a flash of the sword, Yannick tumbled from the roof and fell to the ground. He took three steps back before he could barely stand still. His body was dripping with blood and he was in a panic.

Not good.

This guy who doesn't listen to people's persuasion is really a single sword, not relying on physical strength, but only relying on unparalleled swordsmanship, he can firmly suppress the speed, agility, dexterity and strength of the blood race.

Those who can do this in history are all well-known extreme masters.

For example, the well-known wolf enemy Keira, facing his seemingly mediocre blade, even the Confessor Parry Raehart, who is known for his weird body skills and once fought against the Nightwing King Not good.

On the other side, Lausanne II landed lightly.

You have good sword skills, vampire. He said slowly.

There are a few tricks that still hide the shadow of advanced martial arts.

Unlike other dirty species that only take advantage of the vampire's physique and rampage - such as the beasts of the Castigan clan and the Lorilloa clan.

In the next second, Lausanne II burst into stature and quickly bullied him!

Yannick, who was still recovering from his wound, had to raise his sword again and hastily fought.

clang!

The two swords came together.

Lausanne II was stuck in the position where he could exert his strength the most, and shook his head coldly:

But in the end it was close.

It is this unremarkable point that separates the insurmountable natural moat between masters.

Under Yannick's unbelievable gaze, the opponent's sword turned strangely, and the moment he was about to counterattack, it plunged straight into his chest.

Lausanne II sent out the blade without hesitation, allowing it to penetrate deeper until it pierced the opponent's heart.

This is the point that will determine the ultimate life and death—Huh?

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

This is not the feel and direction to pierce the heart!

laugh!

While Yannick was moaning in extreme pain, he tried his best to block Lausanne II's sword with his narrow sword, and the blade was slightly deflected, rubbing against his ribs and piercing his upper abdomen.

Lausanne II flinched.

For the blood race, this was considered a serious injury, but it was not fatal.

The next second, Yannick's eyes turned fierce, he roared and raised his head, counterattacked with the narrow sword in his right hand, and slashed out his left hand with sharp claws.

worse.

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

Swish!

In the phantom that was approaching Mohu, the two of them were separated at the touch of a touch!

Clang.

Both weapons fell to the ground.

laugh.

A large amount of black blood shot out, splashing all over the sky.

Yannick took a few steps back and knelt on one knee trembling, the black blood from the wound between his chest and abdomen surged and merged into a stream under his body.

Lausanne II leaned against the wall weakly: his chest was torn open by vicious and fierce claws, and a large piece of flesh and blood was dug away, and the white ribs were faintly visible, which was shocking.

Both sides were seriously injured.

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

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

Lausanne II, on the other hand, groaned in pain—the speed of his wound healing became extremely slow, unable to match his ambition.

【Blood. 】

The longing in the body welled up in due course.

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

Replenishment is urgently needed.

【Blood……】

But compared to this, what he cares more about is...

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

It seems that your swordsmanship may not be as superb as they said, lost child. Yannick smiled coldly, his words were joking.

Lausanne II couldn't believe it.

The decisive blow that he had an absolute advantage in, but was blocked by the opponent at the critical line of life and death?

To be able to use sword against sword, escape and fight back under such a disadvantage, both sides will suffer...

No.

unless……

He looked solemnly at Yannick in front of him.

Unless the other party uses...

It is a more sublime and exquisite swordsmanship.

but……

Yannick stood up with difficulty, took out a small bottle the size of a finger, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down in one gulp.

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

[Blood, blood! Need blood! 】

In the next second, Yannick trembled all over, and the wound between his chest and abdomen healed quickly!

Yannick let out a sigh of relief and returned to his smile.

This is the essence of blood refined by the 'scholar' Mershid's 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, took out another small bottle, and smiled. Friendly, Don't you want a bottle? I treat you, and I promise it's non-toxic and harmless.

After saying that, he really threw the small bottle at Lausanne II!

【Blood! 】

The killer's face tightened, and he dragged his seriously injured body to avoid it.

With a bang, the bottle smashed to the ground, and a small pool of blood flowed out.

Sorry, I almost forgot, you are untrained and can't eat rationally, Yannick apologized as if he just remembered this, It's a pity.

after all……

A bottle is very expensive.

Yannick sighed.

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

No.

No!

Soon, with the same serious injury, Yannick recovered as before, while the wound on Lausanne II's body only stopped bleeding, and the self-healing almost stagnated.

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 strangely and skillfully as before:

It's your ability.

Yannick frowned:

Why do you say that?

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

Every time I have the upper hand, but the sword is always in vain. It's not because of your strong swordsmanship, but because of my sword...

No, no, no, Yannick interrupted him with sharp eyes, What I'm asking is, why do you think that those mysterious and complicated mechanisms require countless costs to understand, get familiar with, and train and use? , can't it be counted as real 'strength'?

Lausanne II's complexion changed.

Yannick smiled.

In other words, if you die in my hands tonight, Lausanne II, no matter how good your sword skills are, no matter how strong your real 'strength' is...

Having said that, the blood member is no longer humorous and disrespectful, but solemnly picked up the weapon, with a serious face:

What's the point?

Before the words fell, Yannick's figure disappeared instantly!

Lausanne II's eyelids twitched, and he struggled to pounce on his sword!

In the next second, Yannick flashed in front of Lausanne II, and the two swords were exchanged again.

clang!

The metal clashed, and the two also broke apart at the same touch.

But this time, Yannick took three methodical steps back, with a deft gesture.

Lausanne II let go of the long sword and knelt down on the ground with a pained hum. Another wound appeared on his body.

no.

Suffering severe trauma, his body is weak and weak, his vision is erratic, his sword is out of aim, and his footwork is messy.

【Blood!

! Blood!

! 】

Shut up.

The killer knelt on the ground, thinking darkly:

No matter how many excellent and subtle sword moves are enough to turn defeat into victory at this moment, they cannot be used.

It really is... the general trend is over.

just don't know...

What kind of ability did the opponent use, starting from an absolute disadvantage, and reversed step by step?

Ah, it's already so far, and you can still bite me back. Yannick looked at the extra scratch on his elbow, and couldn't help admiring, It's really a good sword skill.

I'm afraid that even the Jiwei Baplan family, who has studied peerless martial arts in the six branches of Shengyan, no one can compare with him in swordsmanship.

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

What a pity.

Yannick did not pursue, but condescended and sighed sincerely:

If you are not so stubborn, but accept the identity of the blood clan, make good use of our clan's ability, get used to our clan's physique, and even become a 'true shape', coupled with this rare and extraordinary swordsmanship in the world, tsk tsk tsk...

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

How high will you reach?

Lausanne II dismissed the words.

nonsense.

These words, didn't those filthy people from Kingdom of the Night, and even that kid from Kevin Dill, ever nag him?

Lausanne II thought dying, pulling the bandage on the wound tighter.

His posture was ugly, trembling, and he finally touched the long sword that fell to the ground.

like...

Just like the hundred-step ranger just now.

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

He gritted his teeth and pressed his sword to the ground:

If I hadn't refused to become a dirty species, and hadn't refused to spend my time and energy on sucking blood and grinding my teeth...

If he hadn't practiced the sword frantically day and night, reminding himself of the feeling of being a human being in his lifetime, and suppressing the blood thirst trembling from the depths of his soul...

No, it should be said that if he was not born with such a single-minded, dedicated, and annoying personality, if he was as flexible and cute as Aknett...

Holding the resentment and anger that no one can understand, Lausanne II said coldly:

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

Yannick was taken aback.

Because... just because I am stubborn enough, focused enough, and never turn back, to abandon this tyrannical body like a shoe...

】

Disdain for the weird ability that keeps him awake at night...

Turning a deaf ear to the bewitching night after night of those filthy species...

To sneer at the allure 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 was able to practice and be worthy of this hand... a passable swordsmanship.

People are not endless pockets that cannot hold everything.

Not even with an infinite lifespan.

no.

Right, old Joaquin?

Well said.

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

Tsk tsk, I really listened to what you said...

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

Well, it seems to be useless.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Damn.

If he hadn't hesitated just now, hadn't listened to the other party's Corleone is lying to you nonsense, but had chased after the opponent's shoulder and neck, and went straight to the point, then it wouldn't be...

Are you thinking, if you didn't hesitate at the time and didn't give me time to recover?

Yannick spoke suddenly, surprising the Killer.

That's useless, the blood councilor smiled gently, You still have to lose.

Lausanne II was taken aback.

Because the question isn't 'if you didn't hesitate,' Yannick said, his eyes burning. It's 'why did you hesitate?'

Why, why did I hesitate then?

Lausanne II's child hole shrinks.

yes.

Why did I go against the instinct of killing people for many years...

To hesitate for his words?

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

I see. The killer murmured.

The opponent's ability affects...

Not his sword.

Yannick snorted softly, and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Resign to fate.

But in the next second, Yannick, who was still smiling, changed his expression!

The young head of the Houlier family was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and fell forward.

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

It's not over yet!

The filthy kind was right.

Ability is also strength!

laugh!

The next second, the blade sliced ​​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 clasped the blade firmly, avoiding the bad luck of being beheaded.

what happened?

Lausanne II trembled as he watched his opponent split his sword inch by inch.

This is your ability?

Yannick gritted his teeth, his neck was covered with blood:

The so-called evil whisper?

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

Seeing his appearance, Lausanne II couldn't help laughing.

So, what did you see in 'Whispering'?

He could no longer contend with Yannick's strength, and was pushed away by his opponent's blade.

But the killer didn't care, with a sarcastic smile:

Is it what you are most afraid of in this life? What is the most frightening? What is the most regretful? The happiest? The most exciting? Is it an unforgettable memory even when you are dying?

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

swish.

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

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

Clang.

Lausanne II's eyes widened: his right arm, together with the weapon, left his body and landed at his feet.

The fingers holding the sword were still twitching.

Child, you are barbaric and rude. You have no respect for time and the past, and you wantonly fiddle with other people's memories.

Yannick's arm shook, and the narrow sword shot out, 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 downright rude.

The right arm that had lost nutrients twitched, and finally shriveled and shriveled on the ground, like a dry corpse.

Lausanne II didn't care about the lost arm, but looked at him solemnly.

This vampire...

Facing his own ability, he got rid of it in less than a second?

Even that different prince took several seconds to wake up?

Is it because of my serious injury that my control has decreased?

Or is the opponent too powerful?

It's so pitiful. After reincarnation, no one from the same race, especially the elders, has ever taught you this, right?

As if knowing what he was wondering about, Yannick sneered and said.

So you don't know that the reason why the ability to affect the mind is so rare is because most of these abilities are complicated and difficult to understand, and because it will always affect us first.

Lausanne II was shocked when he heard this.

Yannick nodded his forehead.

To be convincing, you have to be honest.

If you want someone to love you deeply, you must first send your heart.

To frighten people, you have to experience terror.

And if you want to turn someone into a lunatic, you have to first experience the feeling of being completely insane.

And it is 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 kind who have rare psychic powers, and will always be full of prejudice against them.

And the same prejudice eventually led to a big split between the Eastern and Western blood races.

Yannick shook his head:

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

Spreading a pair of night wings, endless darkness descends.

Having said that, Yannick Houllier sneered:

So in the end, Langley himself went crazy.

Completely insane.

Crazy enough to be the enemy of the whole world.

Repeatedly repeats the tragic fate represented by his surname.

That's why, when every vampire starts to practice psychic powers, they will be strictly guarded by experienced seniors and warned in every possible way, Yannick twisted his neck, feeling the newly healed wound, with complicated eyes, to Be cautious and restrained, be vigilant at all times, protect yourself, avoid endangering yourself, and lose your way.

Lausanne II understood, and raised his head in relief.

So, it's the same as me, the killer said softly, Your ability, it affects the human...spirit.

Manipulator of psychic powers.

This is why the other party can quickly get rid of Evil Whispering.

Lausanne II frowned:

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

Subtly, mysteriously, almost without trace.

Yannick smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.

He looked at the 'clan' on the ground who had lost his sword hand and was gone.

My ability, he said softly, is called Discord.

Discord...

When his death was approaching, Lausanne II fell into deep thought.

I don't know, what kind of swordsmanship can defeat this ability?

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

It's a pity that this killer is highly skilled in martial arts and can be called a unparalleled in the world, but he is not as vigilant as that boy mentally.

When he saw through the strangeness and reacted, it was too late and he was powerless to resist.

Pity.

It's a pity that this hand has superb swordsmanship.

Now, are you still refusing my help? Yannick raised his eyebrows.

Lausanne II remained silent, but turned his head away.

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

He held out his hand to the other party.

Lausanne II clenched his teeth, ready to make a final fight for his dignity.

Right now.

He's not your toy, junior.

Yannick's arm froze.

But his expression remained unchanged, he turned around with a smile, and had time to tidy up his blood-stained and torn collar.

Glad to see you are back again, Earl Li.

Lausanne II, who was almost in despair, widened his eyes:

I saw Li Corleone with a face from the Far East walking in the middle of the road, walking towards them slowly.

The steps were silent.

It's him.

It's the dirty kind.

Lausanne II turned his head disdainfully.

Li ignored Yannick, but looked at the inhuman Lausanne II, and frowned: Even so, you don't want to eat when you are about to die?

What responded to him was Lausanne II's disgusted Bah.

Yannick laughed loudly when he saw this:

Oh, if I knew Earl that you would come back shyly, why did you just break up and walk away?

Li turned his head slightly, looking at Yannick with sly eyes.

Or, you have made up your mind to bow your head and give in, but you have to wait until you get the most benefit before you come back, so as to reap the benefits...

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

Must be as bright as the North Star, huh?

?Being taken aback by you, thought he was begging for your help?

Li didn't respond.

As my mother said, you seem dull and restrained, but you are actually cunning, Yannick said, looking at Lausanne II intentionally or unintentionally, you have to guard against it, right?

At this moment, Li Que suddenly said:

Junior, you are quite like your mother.

Yannick's eyelids twitched: Oh, then I'm with You Rong...

But do you think that as long as this is the case, Vissanlia will forget her grievances, treat you like a parent and child, and trust you like a deputy, Li interrupted him, as if she has never experienced the pain of losing a child?

The earl's voice was calm, without any ups and downs.

But Yannick's expression changed slightly.

The head of the Huanxin Court's eyes turned cold in an instant, and they were no longer relaxed and freehand.

Li didn't say much anymore, but walked towards Lausanne II expressionlessly.

But Yannick flashed and stood in front of him!

Junior, you have overstepped the rules. Li was neither startled nor impatient, as if he knew this earlier.

But Yannick looked indifferent:

I just remembered, Lord Counselor of the Corleone family, it seems that this guy was transported to Emerald City by you on your boat?

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 simply kill him, so that he can't admit the fact that you are a gangster?

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

Li didn't even bother to respond:

Step aside.

Forgive me, but I was ordered by His Highness to eliminate harm for the people. How can I let you...

It's only us here, junior, don't hide it anymore, Li Leng 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 Emerald City's struggle lies in this chess piece. Whoever captures this chess piece will have the initiative in the situation.

piece.

So, I am just a pawn after all.

Pieces that follow a chess path.

Lausanne II, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, subconsciously clenched 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 before, the kid who called himself a ranger.

So, he is not just a chess piece, but a bargaining chip.

Yannick sneered:

Then, in order to get this bargaining chip smoothly, in exchange for the help of Star Kingdom, Li, what are you willing to pay?

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

The diplomacy of Kingdom of the Night—

At this moment, Li and Yannick's expressions changed at the same time!

In the next second, both of them shook together!

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

Please, master, master, brother... I can't, I can't...

He murmured, but what he said was not the common language, but another strange language:

Let me out, out...Let me out...for a while, for a while...

Yannick's condition was slightly better. He put his hand on his forehead and retreated a few meters away, barely stabilizing his balance.

Damn, this ability is...

As soon as he was shocked, he turned his head in shock and anger, and looked to the other side:

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

You bastards...

Despite the horrific wounds on his body and his shaky figure, the blood killer still kept his eyes wide open, full of resentment, and insisted on taking steps forward.

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

You, you always have your own reasons, for all kinds of reasons, all kinds of interests, all kinds of ideals, haha, endless struggle, endless competition... thinking that with these reasons, you will With qualifications, you can control the fate of others without any burden, and you are proud of it, with a selfless look on your face, you, you make me sick, sick...

Yannick frowned:

At this moment, Lausanne II's eyes were blurred and he was in a daze. He was holding the sword with his left hand, pointing at Li's head.

But Li still closed his eyes tightly, indulging 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 turning his eyes, and took back his steps.

Why should he stop it?

Lausanne II's eyes were out of focus, and his face was full of desolation:

But in fact, in fact, you are not shit.

Shit is not!

It's just another pawn in this sad chess game.

You are all part of the destiny of this world, and you should all end with it!

I saw Lausanne II grit his teeth fiercely, and cut out his long sword!

Yannick behind him quietly raised the corner of his mouth.

laugh!

The sword's edge sliced ​​into flesh and blood.

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

Yannick, who was watching from the sidelines, was equally startled, and stepped back while reaching out to block the light.

What's wrong?

But Lausanne II, who had his eyes closed, felt a burning pain in his left hand, and the long sword immediately dropped from his hand!

Ahhhh—

He groaned in pain, only feeling an indescribable scorching wave in front of him, which made him want to hug his head and hide.

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

He froze immediately.

It is flame.

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

The raging flames spread over the opponent's limbs, body, and head, sending out waves of terrifying heat waves that were hard to resist!

Pyro stepped forward.

Then the heat wave rolled in.

The soil and rocks it stepped on were all melted, hot and black, emitting ominous smoke.

The surrounding streets are illuminated, just like daytime.

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

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

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

! 】

Lausanne II just opened his mouth and wanted to crawl backwards, but his eyes went dark.

Every tissue in his body shrank the moment he touched the high temperature, becoming stiff and difficult to move.

It was burning.

Can't move.

I can't ask for death.

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

No.

Lausanne II trembled, and at this moment, he was really full of despair.

No.

Yannick, who retreated into the distance, was equally astonished. He stared blankly at the terrifying Fire Man walking slowly forward on the street, scorching everything around him.

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

His body was shaking uncontrollably.

In his body, every organ and every piece of flesh and blood that belonged to the blood race was frantically urging him, forcing him to turn around and run away.

fire.

That is fire.

It's fire!

All blood races in this world, except the sun...

Enemy the next day.

In the next second, the dazzling fire light on Fire Man suddenly dimmed, and then went out.

The surrounding scene became clear again.

Yannick's eyes widened:

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

It strangled Lausanne II's neck with one hand and easily lifted him up.

The blood killer trembled, unable to resist.

See it.

The monster made a sound, its voice was hoarse and ugly, like cracking silk:

This is who I really am, what I was before I got immortality.

The monster twisted its neck, revealing the red skin that had healed from burns at first glance. There was no hair on the bumpy head and face, with layers of tissues, distorted facial features, and no human shape.

Hateful looking.

Ugly and hateful.

Like a devil.

The monster—the former Earl Li let out an ugly laugh:

I used to be a pawn too, and I was honed by others on the chessboard of fate. I went through muddles, self-doubt, and struggles all the way, and I just got to where I am now step by step.

Those were the blessings and curses left for him when he was still a human being.

Haunting for eternity.

There is no escape.

Inextricable.

Little boy, said Li, who had been burnt beyond recognition, still had scattered residues and sparks on his body, but he didn't care, Your grievances that you moan without disease are far away.

Lausanne II who was strangled only felt that the burning sensation between his neck was almost suffocating him. He wanted to stretch out his hands to resist, but his whole body started from the skin. As long as he got a little closer to Li, who was still warm, he would stiffen in pain and lose control. Unless it's a retreat.

Not only that, every bit of smoke wafted from the opponent's body, the road he walked on, and even in the air, every smoke that was blown up, every spark that was blown up, would make him tremble violently, filled with fear.

Until Li disdain to hum softly, he threw him shivering into a ball to the ground.

It's like throwing a rag.

Escaping from the scorching hell, Lausanne II trembled and was finally able to move.

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

Why, why...

Lausanne II raised his head in disbelief.

Fire, fire, he endured the horror in his heart, trying to understand everything that was unreasonable in front of him: But how could it be...

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

In history, the way people identify and deal with vampires is not to burn them to death with flames?

But this old vampire...

Why, why can he...

This is fundamentally contrary to common sense!

Although I have heard of it, it is the first time I have seen it. It is really amazing.

The voice is Yannick.

Looking at the flames left behind by the other party, the head of the Houllier family subconsciously raised his arms to protect his body, and approached cautiously, shrinking from time to time, as if hiding from the splashing sparks.

Historically, there are blood races who can control fire, but there are blood races who can not be afraid of flames, be clothed by fire, and even be reborn from the ashes...

He looked at the monster-like Earl of the Night Country with complicated emotions:

There's only one person.

Li didn't speak, and didn't look back.

Under Yejun's seat, the end of the terrifying four wings, or the base of the four wings.

Yannick was nervous and apprehensive:

Logistics officer—this is just a good name, to be precise, the execution officer—Red Wing Li Corleone.

Bloodlines.

No fear of fire.

Clothed by fire.

Rise from the ashes?

Lausanne II widened his eyes, his expression was like hearing someone say to him:

Sheep eat wolves.

Worms eat birds for a living.

Pikas specialize in catching falcons.

According to my mother, he was a blacksmith during his lifetime.

blacksmith?

Lausanne II still couldn't clear up his doubts.

But……

But it's not an ordinary blacksmith.

In the shocked eyes of Lausanne II, the blood councilor stared at the expressionless Red Wing, with a solemn tone:

Legend, he is the first legendary anti-demon weapon in the battle of the end, the Rising Sun Saber...

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

The caster.

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