Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 191: Different Drops (Part 1)
"How...how did you find this place?"
So this is what it feels like to face his powers? Thales thought.
At such a close distance, it seems that even breathing is paralyzed.
But at least he wasn't hallucinating.
Lausanne II didn't answer Thales. He first lowered his head to look at Slimani, who was talking in his sleep on the ground, and then looked at Catherine, who fainted again, with a clear purpose.
Tales frowned:
"What did he promise you? Is it worth the loyalty of a master like you to do this shameless dirty work, even drilling the sewers?"
Lausanne still didn't answer, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, circled Thales, and took a step sideways.
Oops.
Tels, who was holding a dagger, hurriedly turned around and covered the people behind him.
"Money? Officials? Honor? Even fiefs?"
Tales can only do his best to shout: "Or... revenge?"
When the voice fell, Lausanne suddenly looked at him!
Despite the shielding of the mask and eyepiece, at that moment, Thales vaguely felt the other's sharp eyes.
Fine, hold him.
Thinking of this, Thales put away his tense swordsmanship and tried his best to look relaxed:
"So shallow?"
"I advise you not to hinder, Your Highness," Lausanne said, "if you feel unwell, you may turn your head or close your eyes."
Tales smiled softly:
"Then I suggest you learn from Charman Rumba, let go of your **** feud, and focus on a better tomorrow—"
But before he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer in front of him moved and swept behind Thales in an instant!
Grass!
Such a powerful master still engages in sneak attacks?
Thiers was still scolding in his heart, but his body was already thrown out involuntarily, and JC's dagger stabbed Lausanne's waist fiercely.
Stop him!
But his attack didn't work - almost at the same time, Lausanne turned back like a prophet, a relaxed and freehand change of direction, avoiding JC's edge, and under Thales' incredible eyes, he went around to the other side .
Oops!
Tales was taken aback.
He subconsciously stopped and turned around, but his body couldn't keep up with his consciousness. He lost his balance in the sudden stop and turned and fell backwards.
Lausang even had the strength to turn his head and glance at him, then swept to Slimani on the ground.
It's better than a stroll.
Or street monkeys?
Messi overwhelms Boateng?
Grass!
Tales cursed in his heart, but he could only watch himself fall backwards and watch the enemy get closer and closer to Slimani.
No.
What should I do?
How to stop him?
No!
But right now.
【Not enough. ]
Tales trembled all over, the sin of the Hell River in his body was burning, invading his joint bones.
Grass!
Amid the crackling noise and severe pain in the joints, Thales felt that his ankles, calves, knees... that had been stretched to the extreme seemed to have strength again.
It feels like...
Tales stunned, kicked the ground hard with the help of the crime of Hell River, and pushed his body to shoot backwards!
It's a fucking-bend of fate!
The young man shouted angrily and turned around. The dagger turned in the air and stabbed at the man in black!
Clang! clang!
Amid the sound of metal clashes, Thales, who swung the dagger in a row, finally grabbed his position and stood between Lausanne and the four who fainted on the ground.
And Lausanne II took a few steps back, the blade in his hand was already unsheathed, and the cold light was shining everywhere.
Blocked.
Tales put his hands on his knees, panting sharply, feeling the severe pain from the joints of his legs.
He blocks.
Although my body was stagnant and unable to move due to the influence of supernatural powers before, it was much better when I really started.
It's just that the price is a bit high - Thales has already "overused" the crime of crossing the prison river today, and now he only feels the joints of his legs groaning in protest.
No, Dead Face's power to break the end, why is it so weak?
"The action is good. It's embarrassing, but effective," Lausanne looked at Thales, who was tired and painful, and his tone changed slightly, "What kind of ending force?"
Good.
Force him to talk, talk as much as possible, as long as possible.
The still panting Thales tried his best to squeeze out a smile:
"Guess what-"
But before he could finish speaking, Lausanne set off again, forcing Slimani!
Grass!
Tales cursed in his heart.
Too soon!
I haven't slowed down yet!
Mila actually said, saying that this guy "isn't that strong"?
Has the dignified Allende's Neverwinter Sword started to brag?
But the scolding returned, the tired Thales could only keep up with the opponent's movements, and the dagger approached Lausanne.
Clang!
In the next instant, Lausanne's long sword struck with precision, hitting the dagger in Thales' hand!
Tales was taken aback.
The strength of the opponent's sword was not much, not even Thales' skin, but it happened that the boy's arm trembled and the weapon was released.
At that moment, looking at the flying JC dagger, Thales' thinking froze.
Grass, is that accurate?
He has seen a lot of rare masters in the world over the years, and even played against some of them. Although most of them were beaten up (or in Cohen's terms, they were defeated in fierce battles), but Thales It can be said responsibly that not one person, not even one person, could knock off his weapon so delicately and accurately during such a fierce battle without hurting him in the slightest.
Even the knight of punishment, who is full of calculations and suffocates every second, did not do it.
But Thales has no time to sigh that the opponent's swordsmanship is superb and his moves are exquisite.
Because after shooting down his dagger, the long sword of Lausanne II kept pressing on Slimani!
Oops.
【Not enough! ]
At that moment, Thales frowned fiercely.
Okay.
The crime of Hell River is on fire again.
He can't stop the opponent's sword, but at least he can...
The next second, the unarmed Thales roared, took the initiative to rush forward, and rammed towards Lausanne's sword!
Hoo!
The wind whistled, and the sword light stopped.
The tunnel was quiet.
Thales gasped nervously. He half-knelt on the ground and opened his hands to block Slimani behind him.
At this moment, the blade of Lausanne II stopped in front of him, just an inch away from Thales' chest.
The tip of the sword is motionless, as steady as a mountain.
"When you rushed over, you kept your eyes open from beginning to end," Lausanne said lightly. "It seems that you are really not afraid of death."
Successful, successful?
"Your sword is very stable, you can send and receive it easily," Thales stared at the other party's eyepiece and squeezed out an ugly smile, "It seems that you really don't intend to hurt me."
The moment the voice fell, Thales only felt a tingling in his eyes - as if a sharp knife was shot from behind the opponent's eyepiece.
The tunnel was quiet for a while.
Lausanne II glanced at Thales, then looked at Slimani lying behind him, took a few steps back, and withdrew the sword.
Tales then exhaled.
Damn, the bet won.
He lowered his arms, taking the opportunity to move his joints and soothe his muscles.
Yes, the stagnation and numbness in the body are much lighter than before.
In other words, I've become stronger—no, what a joke, it should be said that the effect of the opponent's ability... has indeed begun to weaken?
Tales thought hard.
Lausanne stared at the prince in front of him, his thoughts couldn't stop.
It seems that telling him in advance that it will not hurt him, not only did it not weaken the prince's will to fight, let him retreat and protect himself, but instead gave the opponent a good card, even if he was unarmed.
If he continues to go mad and block the target with such a suicide interception, and he himself can't hurt him...
Well, that's a challenge, even for himself.
The prince.
It's really frustrating and annoying.
And cunning.
Lausanne II held a sword flower in his hand, and the long sword was flexible in his hand, like a third hand:
"The value of this defender is so high that it is worth your Highness to exchange your life?"
"This is not a transaction," Thales shook his head and replied casually, "It has nothing to do with utility, it has nothing to do with his value."
Lausanne II was silent.
"So it is."
After a few seconds, he nodded slowly, but his words were sarcastic:
"I've seen people like you, Your Highness, moved by those noble chivalrous virtues and slogans: 'protect the weak', 'guard the good'... admirable, but also embarrassing."
Lausanne II sneered:
"It should be noted that these proclaimed virtues and slogans are designed to protect and guard. In the final analysis, they are only the 'weak' who obey the strong, and the 'good' who obey the power."
Tales frowned slightly.
"From a certain point of view, you are right, everything that is born from the soil of the strong eats the weak, whether you realize it or not, it is born with the ingredients that benefit the strong and protect the strong..."
Lausanne interrupted him, pointing his sword at the defender on the ground:
"Then you should know, Your Highness! The person you rescued by condescension is neither weak nor good. He used to be a vigilante, and he was a blood-sucking parasite attached to the system. A rotten person who dares to act indiscriminately, fears the strong and bullies the weak, bullies the weak and fears the hard."
Tales was stunned.
He looked at Lausanne's sword and nodded with a sigh
"Yes, I know, he is, he may be."
But the next moment, Thales stood up and said firmly:
"But I'm not."
He stared at Lausanne and took a step forward to block the comatose behind him.
"I can't be."
Lausanne II did not reply.
His eyepieces were still pitch black, reflecting nothing but the dim light of the stove.
Just as Thales took a deep breath, thinking about what to do next...
"I understand." Lausanne said softly, his voice ethereal, echoing faintly in the dim tunnel.
Tales looked at the position of the dagger and said casually:
“Know what?”
"The reason why you protect this guy," Lausanne replied calmly, with a deep meaning, "has nothing to do with his political value, neither about the profit or loss, nor even about anyone or anything, but only about you, only about you. Your choice."
Tales' expression moved.
He looked at Lausanne with a slight change in his eyes:
"Interesting, you really understand."
He exhaled and remembered something, a little emotional and a little funny:
"Unfortunately, the captain of my bodyguard still doesn't understand it."
But at this moment, the long sword of the black-clothed killer appeared again!
Oops!
The crime of Hell River roared up, Thales' nerves tightened, his footsteps turned, and he stopped before the sword's edge!
Well, he understands that - these days, you need to be able to do sneak attacks to become a master.
Unexpectedly, Lausanne II's long sword just turned in a circle, and the reflection flickered on Thales' face, forcing him to blink subconsciously.
Not good!
As soon as Thales had this thought in his heart, he felt the light of his opponent's sword fade away, and then the wind whistled!
I saw Lausanne's black boots hidden behind the sword move and kicked out fiercely. Thales didn't have time to react and could only block it with his arms.
“Boom!”
The opponent's kick was strong and powerful, and the angle was very tricky. Thales was unsteady and flew off the ground!
Damn, I'm just like that, broken through?
Tales in the air trembled, regretting it too late.
I pay too much attention to his sword moves.
What's even more irritating is that Lausanne II, who had performed this move, actually waved his hand to him in the air and made a "goodbye" gesture.
Plop!
With a heavy muffled sound, Thales fell two meters away and only felt pain in his butt.
But he was too late to deal with the pain.
Now, nothing can stop Lausanne from killing.
No.
No!
Lausanne steps forward, lowering the blade, getting closer and closer to Srimani.
"Grass!"
The boy sitting on the ground roared and instinctively waved his arms!
The next moment, the JC dagger left his palm, cut through the air, and shot towards Lausanne II!
Losang didn't turn his head back when he heard the sound, just smiled softly.
I saw him shaking his wrist slightly, and the blade met the swiftly approaching dagger with great accuracy.
Tales felt a chill in his heart.
No!
No no no no!
【Not enough, enough, enough—】
He gritted his teeth amid the boiling roar of the crime of Hell River that nearly burned everything.
Stop him, stop him, stop him!
The next second, Lausanne's blade met the dagger in the air, but what came was not the expected crisp metal collision, but—
"Bang!"
I saw Lausanne's head tilted up, followed by an unpleasant muffled sound.
"Ah!"
The killer in black groaned and stepped back!
His posture is unbearable, his steps are staggering, and even his long sword is swung blindly in the air a few times, and the air blows a fierce sword wind, as if he is resisting an invisible enemy.
No longer as easy and freehand as before, at ease.
After taking a dozen steps back, Lausanne II finally stopped, but still maintained a defensive posture, full of alertness and a little embarrassed.
And Thales exhaled, trembled and struggled, blocking the four of them again.
The tunnel was silent again, and only Thales' breathing could be heard for a while.
And the JC dagger fell to the ground with a throbbing hum.
In the firelight, Lausanne II slowly put down his long sword and raised his head.
Tales smiled.
I don't know when, the black eyepiece of the killer in black has been shattered every inch, full of cracks.
The black mask is also damaged.
Lord Lausanne snorted coldly, he took off the broken eyepiece, and at the same time tore off the mask, revealing a delicate and fair face.
Impossible.
Lobsang looked at the broken eyepiece in his hand, turned his head to look at the JC dagger on the ground, and couldn't believe it.
The dagger just now, he blocked.
Yes, the experience of wielding swords for decades, killing hundreds of people, and beheading hundreds of people tells him:
He's obviously blocked.
But why?
Why is he still hitting my eyepiece?
Tales gasped and looked at the man in black who took off the goggles and mask:
"Yo, it's not very handsome, why cover up?"
Unfortunately, no more damage was done.
Looking at the dagger that was no longer vibrating on the ground, Thales coughed twice in pain, wiping off the nosebleed that he unknowingly shed, feeling helpless and emotional.
Sorry, Mr. Sackon.
I'm... juggling again.
But don't worry, if the two emperors caught me because of this, I would never--won't confess to you too soon!
However...
Tales' expression froze, and his attention returned to the present.
If you guessed correctly, whenever the man in black starts to fight, gets into battle, pays attention to distraction, his abilities will show signs of loosening, making his movements smooth.
If Mallos is right, psychics have their limitations...
That is to say, even if he is as strong as the Lausanne II in front of him, he can't have both powers and swordsmanship.
For some reason, Thales remembered Ashida's irony:
[It can be seen from this that you can't touch the crown with your left hand, and you can't use magic energy with your right hand... Both hands are not mixed. ]
Humph.
Thiers thought unhappily, flipping his wrist:
A familiar dagger appeared magically out of thin air in his palm.
Lausanne II was startled, he turned his head:
The dagger on the ground that broke through his defenses and shattered his eyepiece was gone.
Sure enough, something is wrong.
Perhaps some magical weapon.
Looks like the monsters are right: the history and heritage of the Jadestar royal family is unfathomable.
You can't be careless in the face of this teenage boy.
What cards does he have? Alchemy ball?
Thinking of this, the black-clothed killer is engrossed and vigilant.
Tales evenly mixed his breathing, recalled the "trick" just now, and tried to distribute the finishing power as reasonably as possible.
So what I have to do is to use various methods to distract the other party, so that they are too busy to take care of him, and it is best to be overwhelmed.
So that Glover and Rolf behind them wake up as soon as possible!
As for how long this process will take and how much it will cost...
Tales swung the dagger vigorously, trying his best to forget the pain and grief on his body.
Lausanne started pacing around Thales, carefully looking for the position of the shot, no longer the leisurely look that he had with the victory in hand.
"Okay, Your Highness, you have already fought."
The black-clothed killer who showed his true face spoke coldly, with more fear in his tone:
"You have proved your attitude, shown your benevolence, and established your image of the master. This guy will die without regrets."
Lausanne II looked at Slimani on the ground, and his words were cold:
"But if it goes on like this, I won't be able to meet my employer's demands - there's a good chance I'll miss and hurt you."
"In this case, it can be seen that your employer is not that important," Thales smiled softly and quickly replied: "It's not like you can't be flexible with his request, right?"
Lausanne II frowned.
"Then why can't you just work it out and report back to Jen that 'that defenseman ran away' or 'the prince saved him'?"
Tales' eyes sharpened:
"Be aware, no matter what price he gives you, I, the heir to the throne of the Star Kingdom, can give you double."
Well, at least in the king's name.
But Lausanne just twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.
Seeing that the other party was indifferent, Thales continued tentatively:
"Well, if what you're afraid of is the free high seas ticket he gives you..."
At this moment, he heard the sound of turning over from among the fainted people behind him.
Tales is refreshed.
Excellent.
They're starting to wake up!
He only needs to hold on for a while longer to attract attention, and keep the other party busy and focused, so that he has no time to use his abilities...
"...then I, I mean the royal family can provide you with enough shelter..."
But the next second, Lausanne II interrupted his thoughts with a cold voice:
"What I ask, Your Highness, can't be given to you now."
"Then wait for me to be crowned king!" Thales said loudly.
Lausanne II remained silent, his eyes focused on the dagger in his hand.
"Of course, if you can't wait, you can't wait," Thales took a deep breath, raised his dagger, smiled, and tried to attract the other party's attention, "Then why don't you come and help me, speed up the throne Handover process?"
Lausanne closed his eyes, he was silent for a long time before opening his eyes.
"Interesting, Polaris," the black-clothed killer stared at him in the faint firelight, "you and your peers—whether they are shrewd and self-serving, pretending to 'play big chess', or pedantic and conservative , or pretentious and rebellious—it’s a little bit different.”
“And you, Lausanne II, you are not the same,” Thales replied, “You are not a leek, you are not doing this job for glory and wealth, and you are not foolish and loyal—then Why are you so serious, isn't it bad to go out and try to fish occasionally? Why are you willing to be exploited and used, and why do you risk offending the future king to wipe the **** of the tricolor iris——"
Before the prince's shouting was over, Lausanne suddenly approached!
But Thales was already prepared, the crime of the prison river surged, and the JC dagger shot out!
Ha, he has learned now, this level of sneak attack...
The long sword of Lausanne II went straight to the dagger in the air.
But in the next second, the black-clothed killer's figure shifted sideways one meter strangely, causing the dagger to fail completely!
Tales stunned: The opponent's figure suddenly accelerated so much?
Come on!
JC's dagger falls to the ground, clinking.
And Lausanne continues to attack at high speed!
Damn.
Tales took a deep breath, took a step forward, and waved his left hand—JC's dagger magically appeared in his palm again, and flew towards Lausanne, who changed direction!
This time, Lausanne II turned sharply and sideways again, the dagger swept past him and shot into the darkness.
The killer in black turns around:
Tales raised his right hand vigilantly, and the dagger appeared in his hand for the third time out of thin air.
Lausanne narrowed his eyes.
Not copying daggers, not changing orbits, not visual illusions, but...
Very well, next time, he knows what to do with the troublesome prince.
At this moment, Thales finally heard the person behind him wake up, gasping for breath.
But unexpectedly, there was a crisp female voice.
"No, Kehame, I'm not interested in this... hey, how did I get here..."
Is it Hilla?
Tales frowned slightly.
Glover and Rolfe have yet to wake up, and the female boss...
You so-called battle-hardened fellows can't compare to a pampered eldest lady?
Sheila struggled to sit up from the ground, her tone changed from confused to shocked:
"Ah! What happened? Who is he?"
Tales sighed, but he had no choice.
"Don't panic, Wyana, listen to me," he held up his dagger, alerting Lausanne in front of him, while reminding Hillary behind him, "Go and wake them both up—whatever method you use."
Hilay stared at Thales, then at Lausanne II, in disbelief.
"You are killing them, Your Highness," Lausanne said lightly, "I only promised not to hurt you."
Tales gritted his teeth hard.
Grass.
Of course he knows that!
But...
Tales snorted lightly and clenched his chin back:
"Hurt? Do you know who she is?"
Lausanne didn't speak ~IndoMTL.com~ I see. "
Seeing the current situation quickly, Sheila took a deep breath and stood up.
Tales was relieved:
"Yes, you wake up Rolf first, I mean the mute, and then let him hurry up and beg..."
But the next second, Miss Kevin Deere ignored Rolf, who was unconscious on the ground, but jumped up, turned her head and ran!
"Good luck!"
In the faint firelight, Xi Lai trotted and walked towards the dark tunnel, not forgetting to wave behind him on the way:
"Come on!"
(End of this chapter)