Kingdom’s Bloodline

She turned her head in the forest and smiled at him. Her milky complexion glistened in the morning light and mist, which was different.

And he could only look at her stupidly, his self-confidence, arrogance, and ease in front of others were useless at this moment.

The only thing he can do is try his best to hide the bouquet of flowers behind him.

But as smart as she was, she had already seen the flowers in his hands and saw through the embarrassment on his face.

No, Daniel, she blushed slightly, You are a young master, if someone sees you, you will embarrass me to death.

shame on me...

shame on me...

mine……

of……

But he was getting more and more embarrassed and at a loss what to do. Did he want to tell her that this was picked all the way along the Jinghe by himself?

A chill hit.

Her voice sounded again, but it was as cold as ice:

[No, Daniel. 】

In the corridor on the second floor, D.D woke up suddenly, raised his arm and raised his sword at the very moment, blocking a deadly sword that was rushing towards him: Dang!

Too bad metal collided, D.D gritted his teeth, why did he lose his mind at this time?

But the reality does not allow him to think too much, the enemy's second sword follows him like a shadow, forcing him to recall the most basic swordsmanship steps: sidestep, turn around, block while leaving the most suitable space for counterattack...

As the old knight taught.

Yes, the old knight, that annoying red-nosed old man, is now lying crookedly on his knight training ground, which used to be full of people, but is now full of sour wine and sour smell, surrounded by vomited filth.

You know, little Danny, the old knight raised his head drunkenly, fumbled for his bottle in a daze, and muttered crazy things he couldn't understand, as knights, we are supposed to wield swords for the weak, but the reality is, If we don't wield our swords for the strong, we don't even have this sword, and that broken tower is much more transparent than ours.

As a servant under the door, he could only cover his mouth and nose in disgust, thinking that today's morning exercise might be wasted again.

So, little Danny, the smartest thing we can do is to get drunk until dawn when you have to swing your sword for the strong! Hahaha, cheers, my little servant!

The old knight moved the empty wine bottle to his mouth, shook it violently, and poured it all over again, into the disgusting filth:

So f*ck swordsmanship! Fuck knights! Fuck imperial style! Fuck standing army! Fuck chaos and end! Fuck empire eternity!

A sense of tension suddenly hit my heart.

The words of the old knight repeated in his ears, but it was deafening:

[Go to the fucking Empire Eternal! 】

D.D was shocked, and he realized that he was facing the howling sword wind in the corridor on the second floor of Diop's mansion.

But it was too late for him to dodge, so he could only parry it.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Doyle fell into a room on the second floor with his sword in hand. He grinned, feeling pain everywhere.

Concentrate, the old knight said sternly, and even the whiskers on his mouth exploded like a hedgehog. He hit Doyle's crooked sword-hand with a stick, making the latter shiver, If you really can't concentrate, Then use pain to help yourself no, it’s useful to pinch yourself, think about it, think about your most painful, most unbearable and most uncomfortable memories, the ones you can’t escape, go through them over and over again in your mind, and then, believe me, you You will find that it is a very happy thing to wield a sword and practice sword without thinking about anything.”

what happened?

D.D shook his head desperately, got up from the ground tremblingly, and picked up his sword.

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate.

He retreated to the window and confirmed to himself over and over again that this was in the Emerald City, at the scene of the murder, not the training ground of the old knights when he was a child.

The sound of footsteps came, and the enemy walked into the room from the dark corridor with a knight's long sword in hand, with a gloomy aura all over his body.

Under sufficient light, Doyle could not help but shrink his pupils when he saw the whole picture of the other party clearly.

The man who walked into the room was dressed in a very special way.

His whole body, chest, arms, legs, and crotch were all tightly wrapped in black cloth of unknown material, not revealing even a bit of skin and features, and even his head was covered in a dark black face scarf and hood. Only the eyes, wearing a pair of dark action goggles.

He is D.D looking at the other person's outfit in disbelief for fear of being recognized?

Or a killer who is used to operating late at night and hunting full-time?

you

D.D tried his best to be patient, not to let the phrase Don't you feel panicked? blurted out:

What kind of trick was that just now?

The killer in black stood in front of him.

You are much weaker than him, the assassin behind the dark goggles gently turned the sword in his hand, with a cold voice, That big guy is very hard, he has carried it for at least eight rounds, and he still can't hold on after being hit by three swords. fall.

D.D shuddered, thinking of his comrades in arms.

What did you do to Glover?

D.D moved his steps and looked carefully at the corridor:

Zombie, are you okay?

But Glover didn't answer.

The other party said that the zombies lasted at least eight rounds...

Damn, it's all because of the damn corridor, if I had arrived earlier, flanking back and forth...

But Doyle immediately reacted and panicked: Oops, now, he is the only one left.

The killer in black sneered:

But it's also limited.

As soon as the voice fell, the enemy bullied him and attacked with a long sword!

No matter how flustered, D.D had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise his sword to meet the enemy, and he was worthy of a sword.

Damn, the enemy's sword is steady, sharp and deadly.

He gritted his teeth and said to himself: How did this unlucky thing happen?

But this is not the most difficult thing to deal with, what's more terrible is...

Raise your head up! You're my son! You're a man from the Doyle family! Humph, it's worth scaring you like this... The old man arrogantly put his hips on his hips, and gave him a slap in the face chatter.

In my impression, this was the most imposing time for the old baron.

No, here we go again!

D.D shook his head desperately, pulled himself back to reality from the distracted state, and tried his best to block the opponent's sword that was already in front of him. Is this how Golofer got his way? Lost your mind when you hit it, and fell head over heels?

But he, the guard socialite Danny Doyle, is weak, ahem, he has other advantages!

In terms of swordsmanship, fighting, marching and fighting, and reliability, he is not as good as Glover!

Why let him fall into danger and fight the enemy to the death!

Isn't this what the protagonist should do?

The enemy's sword moves were fierce, but D.D felt powerless. After a while, he was hit by a sword in his left hand and had to stagger back.

How to do how to do?

what to do?

D.D had no choice but to fight while shaking his head desperately, trying to think about the current things, so as not to fall into inexplicable distraction.

When will the Prince and Terrorblade's backup come! Just that frightening Morgan, or that dragging Nehsi, even that Arend would be fine!

He can't handle it alone!

No, wait, does he really have backup? Does Mallos know he's here?

No, no, concentrate on it, don't think about anything else, just think about how to save your life, can you jump out of the window? Looking for a better pose to land on? This shameless guy can't chase him all the way in broad daylight, let's chase him to Kongming Palace!

Ah, no, the zombie is still in the corridor, what should he do with the big guy after he left? After all, it's all due to this stupid big guy, go fuck back and forth!

While his thoughts were chaotic, Doyle's opening was finally caught by the enemy. The black-clothed killer sneered and pierced through his defense!

【Think about it, think about your most painful, most unbearable and most uncomfortable memories, the ones you can’t escape, go through them over and over again in your mind, and then...】

The old knight's words sounded again, but this time, he was more severe.

D.D was taken aback.

The enemy's sword tip approached his head, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

The girl's voice sounded in the void:

【No, Daniel...you'll be ashamed of me. 】

At that moment, D.D only felt a stalk in his heart.

No.

Click.

His heart constricted violently.

No.

D.D trembled as he remembered something.

In an instant, he moved subconsciously, dodged, resisted, and avoided the fatal blow at the cost of being cut off from the shoulder by the opponent.

Huh? The black-clothed killer questioned after missing a hit.

【...You'll be ashamed to death. 】

No.

His body is moving, but his heart is crying weakly:

It hurts.

No.

【...I'm ashamed to death. 】

The pain spread from the heart and spread throughout the whole body, awakening the power of ending that had been sleeping for a long time, and let out endless wailing together:

It hurts!

No.

No.

No.

[You are the young master... no. 】

No!!!

Heartbroken, D.D howled and opened his mouth, as if trying to tear apart all the perceptions in front of him!

At this moment, his terminating power covered his brain like a spider, and the spider's feet pierced into his flesh and blood, grabbing his full attention and spirit with unparalleled pain, ordering him to forget those distracting scenes, ordering He moves, sinks his shoulders, swings his sword...

clang!

During the clash of metals, D.D was breathing in a trance, the spider of terminating force still covering his mind, swinging his legs back and forth ruthlessly and coldly, but he couldn't relieve the severe pain in his heart at all.

Block, advance, force the opponent to defend...

One sword lures the enemy, the next strikes back...

Find a good location and prepare for the killing move...

The feeling of the past traveled through time and returned to his consciousness and body, those sword skills and tactics he thought he had forgotten for a long time.

but why……

Why, he still hurts so much!

I was wrong, the black-clothed killer swung his sword quickly, his figure getting faster and faster, but he still had the strength to speak, You are bigger than that guy?

D.D was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense, the pain with nowhere to go flooded his perception like a sea wave, suffocating him, and he could only vent his anger by roaring:

No!

Swish!

Finally, Doyle's sword broke through the opponent's defense, and in a triumph blow from the old knight professor, it went straight to the opponent's chest!

Just like the duel of ancient knights, the decisive sword at the last moment.

clang!

There was an unprecedented sound of metal collisions, and the black-clothed killer was a little embarrassed but still successfully stopped the killing move, and retreated seven or eight steps until he exited the room.

hateful!

D.D roared in his heart: why didn't it hit, why didn't it kill him!

Hold!

The ruthless spider in his brain started to move again, which made him calm down instantly, and he immediately realized: the killer in front of him is a master of swordsmanship.

Even his strongest killing move...

Your 'Triumph Strike' is too loose and too soft, and it's all supported by one breath. The black-clothed killer stopped outside the room, quietly looking at Doyle, who couldn't breathe, not practiced enough.

D.D was stunned for a moment.

Are you Joaquin's student? Or his student's student? The black-clothed killer opened his mouth slowly, and slowly walked into the room, Even, he also worked as a knight's servant before he could learn the 'Ten Forms of the Legion', including the triumphal strike. ,Right?

Joaquin.

As soon as the name came out, D.D's thoughts paused for a second.

Yes, Danny Doyle, these things you have learned will be useful, even if the Bloody Year is over, even if the knight is no longer an honor, the old knight's stick was still sharp, and it hurt terribly, and he , he was just thinking about when he would be able to finish class and go to her, You will face that moment, everyone will, whether it is with a sword or with your life.

Joaquin.

joaquin...

The spider in the brain moved again, pulling D.D back to reality.

The black-clothed killer sneered, but switched to another sword frame, and his aura changed accordingly.

Rigorous, atmospheric, strong.

Majestic.

But D.D stared at the other person's posture, but was stunned.

This familiar feeling...

In the next second, before he could react, the killer in black attacked again, intersecting D.D's swords in a flash!

The black-clothed killer attacked, turned around, and dodged.

D.D blocks, advances, and counters.

Between one move and one style, the two attack and defend one by one, and the response is extremely smooth, like perfectly inlaid building blocks.

It seems to have practiced thousands of times.

This bout didn't last long, and the two hit it off.

D.D looked at the black-clothed killer in shock, and the other party also observed Doyle through the goggles on the mask.

This is the 'Marching Form', the opening gesture of the Legion Ten Form, D.D said in a daze, You, old Joaquin, no... who are you? Who are you from Mr. Joaquin? Are you also his student?

At that moment, the figure of the old knight did not disappear, but became more distinct, overlapping with the person in front of him.

But... no, it's impossible.

According to his father, old Joaquin's students, attendants, those seniors who were several rounds older than him, weren't they all in the bloody year...

No wonder.

The black-clothed killer didn't answer him, but smiled to himself.

His laughter was cold and menacing, hoarse and harsh.

No wonder you are like him, the black-clothed killer said slowly, with hatred that penetrated the bone marrow between the lines, you are a loser.

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed killer suddenly knelt down!

D.D raised his sword subconsciously, but found that the opponent was not trying to attack him, but dodging.

call out!

A piercing sword light appeared above the black-clothed killer's head, which was almost a bit off.

In the next second, the black-clothed killer turned around and drew his sword without stopping, and made three sword strikes back and forth with the attacker!

As his figure changed, the black-clothed killer's sword wind was fierce, forcing the attacker back.

Seeing who was coming, D.D beamed with joy.

Why, the royal guard, the black-clothed killer looked at him, are there any women now?

The sneak attacker shook his sword and said coldly, There will be one soon.

Miss Miranda!

D.D let out a sigh of relief, only to feel that it was dawn:

Thank goodness you're finally careful!

Before he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer drew his sword again, attacking Miranda who came to help him!

Not to be outdone, the female swordsman flashed her sword light and faced the enemy.

Pegasus Movement, after two rounds, the black-clothed killer still had time to speak during the battle, The one that is the easiest to recognize is also the one that is the easiest to deal with.

Miranda frowned, and the sword became more powerful.

He has supernatural powers!

D.D couldn't intervene, so he reminded him in a hurry:

Can disturb the mind...

But he reminded late.

In D.D's eyes, Miranda's Eagle Swimmed rhythmically towards the black-clothed killer, but paused on the way and hung crookedly.

Like falling asleep suddenly.

Miranda's eyes were in a trance, her lips trembling uncontrollably:

Okay, but Mom, you are not allowed to peek, you have to count to a hundred before you come out to find me...

The black-clothed killer sneered, and the sword pointed towards Miranda's neck.

Oops!

Doyle roared and rushed to Miranda, but he was too late.

No, no, no!

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and a figure crashed in from outside the door, throwing the black-clothed killer onto the wall!

Miranda fell to the ground and shook her head vigorously, trying to regain consciousness.

Grogorov!

Seeing the enemy being suppressed, D.D was surprised and delighted:

Ah, you're not dead, the damn back and forth attack...

But Glover ignored him.

At this moment, the zombie was covered in blood and looked like he was insane. He strangled the black-clothed killer by the neck, pressed him against the wall, and shook his head in pain:

Totto, little Teto... bastard, what are you doing in my head?

But only a moment later, Glover shuddered and let go of the black-clothed killer.

No, no! Okay, I won't cry, I won't bark, I won't shake, I'll hold this apple...

With a plop, Glover fell to his knees on the ground, his face full of fear.

I know, my ability. Under D.D's unbelievable gaze, the black-clothed killer tidied up the clothes that Glover had ripped off, and shook his head, I tried my best to restrain myself, but... you know, this It's like instinct, no matter how you hide it, you will eventually show your feet and show your original shape.

He stretched out his hand indifferently, pushed the absent-minded Glover down, stepped forward, retrieved his sword, and looked at D.D again.

Doyle looked at his companions in shock: Glover was leaning against the wall, shaking constantly, while Miranda was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Only then did he react, and his heart sank:

Why am I the only one left?

You're very young, the black-clothed killer turned his head, cracking his joints, Joaquin should have recruited you in his later years?

What a misfortune, both for you and for him.

Seeing the opponent approaching step by step, D.D swallowed.

That's right, it was really unlucky to be recruited by that old alcoholic knight.

You're too weak, little Daniel, you can't bear hardships, you don't have perseverance, let alone the will to see death as home. Alas, I'm afraid you won't be able to practice the power of finishing in this life, and you won't be able to become a knight, the old knight said. After taking a sip of wine, under the starry sky, he sighed to him, But it's good, you know, some people, even if they have the power of ending, are not worthy of being knights.

Damn it, it's coming again, that guy's ability!

D.D patted his head desperately.

[No, Daniel. 】

A familiar and terrifying voice rang in his ears.

It urges countless pains, allowing D.D to disperse memories, and strive to overcome the ability of the killer in front of him.

Royal Guard, the spider climbed up his brain again, entered his consciousness in pain, ordered Doyle to return to the mansion, and even ordered him to grit his teeth and raise his sword, The Royal Guard will not let go over yours.

Well, you don't have to count on Terrorblade.

I don't know, will Officer Bridge help him avenge him?

Anyway, for the sake of the old department?

Royal guards? I have met three, indeed, all of them are very strong, the black-clothed killer didn't care, and approached D.D step by step, I only killed one of them.

Kill a royal guard...

D.D's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously put on a marching style.

The black-clothed killer sneered behind the mask:

Will you be the second?

Doyle glanced at Glover and Miranda and smiled.

The spider in his brain ruthlessly fiddled with his nerves, forcing him to speak:

I hope it's the last one.

The black-clothed killer was silent for a few seconds before slowly raising his sword.

At this moment, Miranda finally woke up, panting and speaking:

window.

Doyle stared at the black-clothed killer intently, and was startled when he heard this:

What window?

Clap!

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the glass on the window shattered, startling D.D!

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the black-clothed killer subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and then he gave a heavy blow and fell to the ground.

Among the shards of glass that fell all over the ground, D.D was surprised to see: a long arrow pierced the black-clothed killer's arm, and the point of the arrow went straight into his chest, with an unknown depth.

Doyle turned his head subconsciously:

Outside the window, on the roof opposite the mansion, Paul Bozdorf stood with a calm expression on his bow, and was methodically nodding his second arrow.

The big idiot was right.

Or the Western Wilderness people can shoot accurately!

The black-clothed killer cursed, propped his sword on the ground, and rushed out of the room howling angrily.

He was injured and couldn't run far!

D.D cheered up, and just wanted to call out the zombies in the room and the invincible Northern Iron Woman Warrior to pursue them, but they all fell down in the room, unable to stand up, let alone pursue them.

But he reacted immediately:

Hey, isn't this the chance for me, Danny Doyle, to single-handedly make great contributions and take back the little Muppet Bear with pride!

With his mind spinning, Doyle subconsciously took steps and chased after the black-clothed killer.

Haha, this birdman wrapped in black cloth from head to toe is nothing more than that!

But the moment he took the second step, in D.D's brain, the spider with the power of termination mercilessly retracted its legs and feet.

At that moment, the arms, wrists, calves, back, and the scars left by the fight with the black-clothed killer suddenly came back to D.D's feelings, causing him to cry out in pain, and fell down with a plop.

Fuck!

Why is it so painful!

Don't worry, we're just the first batch of backup, and there's a net outside the house, Miranda rubbed her temples, gnashing her teeth, Don't chase him, he can't escape, this damned illusion.

Is it.

That being the case, hmm.

D.D made up his mind in the pain all over his body, sacrificing himself for others:

The opportunity to make great contributions should be given to others. There must be someone who needs it more than me.

Moreover……

Thinking of the skill of the black-clothed killer just now, D.D was panting exhaustedly, with lingering fear in his heart.

[No, Daniel. 】

D.D shuddered abruptly.

This is, what is this?

Didn't the black-clothed killer escape?

Why, why is his power still affecting me...

[No, Daniel. 】

At this moment, Danny Doyle stared blankly at the unconscious Glover, and suddenly felt a chill on his wrist.

That is a drop of water.

It's raining?

No, that's not rain.

One drop, two drops, three drops... More and more water drops fell on his hands.

In the next second, the spider lying in his brain completely retracted.

D.D was taken aback.

What... what's going on?

In the messy room, D.D tremblingly realized that before he knew it, he had already burst into tears.

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