Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 192: Different descent (below)

Chapter 688

Huh?

At that moment, Thales was stunned.

She's this, this... ran away?

Lausanne, who was full of murderous intent, also froze.

The two of them couldn't react to this scene.

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Tales was in a hurry, but as soon as he said the words, Xi Lai disappeared into the darkness and was no longer to be seen.

After a while, even the sound of her footsteps was lost in the gurgling water.

So...

Tales twitched the corners of his mouth.

Is it so rude?

I'm your face anyway, um, a nominal blind date—although your brother pays for the meal.

Several seconds later, Thales turned back stiffly, looked at the black-clothed killer in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth with embarrassment.

Oops, crappy.

Seconds later, both of them came to their senses at the same time.

"Tsk tsk tsk, oh," Lausanne sighed, looking in the direction in which Sheila disappeared, "Wow."

Hey, what does he mean?

Tales was embarrassed by him staring at him, and became angry with shame.

What does he mean by 'wow'?

Ah! What's the meaning!

What the **** is Lausanne II, isn't he a killer?

Damn, why so much nonsense!

Do you still want to fight!

Come on, let's fight three hundred rounds!

The next second, looking at Thales with an awkward expression, Lausanne II seemed to know what he was thinking, and his figure instantly bullied him!

The battle resumes.

Tales was startled, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and he also bullied him forward, with a sharp edge!

Wyana is ruthless, Hilla is ruthless.

Now, he can only hope that Rolf and Glover wake up soon.

Tales is like a mad dog, trying his best to cause the most trouble for the other party.

If it doesn't work...

At this moment, Thales' ears moved.

"Sagu Mo Rada...Ima La Haye..."

It was Shirai's voice, coming from the depths of the tunnel behind him, caught in his ears by the **** senses.

"I La Faoso..."

It was a shallow murmur, resembling sleepy murmurs and folk minor tunes, but all of them were incoherent, illogical, as if different syllables that didn't fit into each other were forcibly grouped together without knowing what it meant.

During the battle, Thales frowned.

Huh?

What is this?

What is she doing?

But the battle should not be a distraction.

With two swipes, with Lausanne's clever step forward, the boy's dagger was emptied without any surprise.

But the experienced Thales was not afraid, and the dagger shot out!

As expected, Luosang's figure moved sharply again, completely dodging the strange dagger.

The corners of Thales' mouth curled up, he looked at the direction where the dagger disappeared, held it with his left hand, waited for Jc to return to his hand obediently, and then let it avoid interception in the air and go straight to the target...

But at this moment, the long sword in Lausanne's hand also flew out, and the hilt slammed into Thales' left hand!

"Ugh!"

Tales groaned in pain, his left hand trembled!

Damn!

He couldn't hold the dagger, so he couldn't apply its initial kinetic energy...

With a bang, the jc dagger miraculously appeared in front of Lausanne again, but this time, it fell limply to the enemy's feet.

No threat.

Oops!

Tales paled in shock, but Lausanne II in front of him smiled slightly, and he had already deceived him, turning his fingers into knives!

Go straight to Thales' side chin.

Bang!

"Beep-"

The moment he was hit on the chin by his opponent, Thales only felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

At the same time, all the sounds turned to humming and tinnitus.

Including Hillary's murmur.

"Madua Ka Yehara...Imael Jacques Ro...beep-"

However...

"Beep-beep-beep-"

While losing consciousness, in the senses of hell, the strange syllables that Shirai chanted in the depths of the tunnel were miraculously altered in the humming tinnitus, inflected...

[...Your mother groaned endlessly, the birth and death were in a twilight, the beginning and the end...]

They turned into another language that Thales couldn't hear, but somehow understood the meaning:

[...The veins of yours stretches endlessly, traversing the layers of realms, ending and beginning...]

Bewilderment, pain, regret, discomfort, expectation, sadness... a hundred feelings intersect in an instant.

[...I see the indissoluble way in ancient times, the bright bridge is unobstructed and unobstructed, and all aspects are one...]

Tales raised doubts in a daze:

What is this?

[...I have a chaotic boat on the other side, across the vast vastness of soup, the world is inseparable...]

The next second, Thales' eyes went black and he completely lost control of his body.

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The Emerald City, the sun sets in the west.

Tormund Mallos stood blankly in this overgrown clearing, dressed like an ordinary traveler.

He listened silently to the noise of the Emerald City streets in the distance, and his mind was unclear.

Until the Second Guard, Gianluca Conmutto emerges breathlessly behind him.

"No, sir, the trace of His Highness will be cut off around here. There are few people here, and there are no witnesses. We...we can't search."

Then why not keep searching?

Marios turned to look at Hugo Forby's flag-bearer on the other side.

Why are you stupid enough to come back and waste time and energy?

"Thank you," Mallos replied calmly, "Try other methods, such as local connections?"

Conmutuo nodded and turned to leave.

"Lord!"

Second Vanguard, Olly Oskarsen hurried forward, crossing Conmutto.

"The Pioneer Wing code that the Glover Pioneer has drawn along the way, this is the last one," he was rather resentful, "We couldn't find the next one—damn, he should be nearby!"

Then you should dig three feet into the ground.

Marios nodded.

Even if they dig into the river of **** and the kingdom of heaven, they should be dug out.

Why are you still complaining here?

Also looking **** off, as if this could be of any help.

Waiting for someone to comfort him?

"Don't be in a hurry," Mallos said calmly and reassuringly, "There is a reason for the incident. Find the secret doors and secret passages in the streets. Maybe he escaped into some lanes that we don't know about."

Oscarson took a deep breath and was ordered to leave:

"Yes, sir."

Marios watched their backs go away, motionless, letting the shadow cast by the setting sun cover half of his face.

A black letter crow swept overhead and circled twice until Hugo Forby, who was beside him, held a directional stone, raised his arm, let it land, and removed the letter from the letter crow's leg.

"Duke Jenn's parade has ended. He is on his way back to the palace. He should have received the news." The flag-bearer, Forbey, read the letter with a serious expression. Butler Ashford is also here, True Wyah, um, I mean Wyah's attendant is trying to delay it over there, but we, I'm afraid we can't hide it."

Grass.

Marios said silently.

"Let the aide-de-camp tell them that Miss Hille has invited His Highness to spend the night together," Mallos' expression remained calm, "although they can find out by themselves."

His Royal Highness, who is troublesome and does not listen to advice, prefers to make his own decisions, along the way, whether it is the mute who used to be a gangster, or the son of the foreign secretary, even the troubled girl Aarend, the one who Just by looking at the black lion cub with malicious intentions behind him, he let in some random people, making the whole team messy and impure.

There is today's embarrassment.

He's still fascinated, hanging out with Kevin Deere's daughter, even d.d can see that the girl has a lot of secrets, not a fuel-efficient lamp...

Forbey nodded, sketched a message, and re-released the letter crow.

A few minutes later, Majors's old subordinate, Principal Herald Huerle Toledo, came to return, and he shook his head, his expression ashamed.

"Sorry, lord, still can't find it... we, we let you down."

Marios sighed softly.

No, no, exactly, you let the kingdom down.

"It's been hard work," Mallos turned back and comforted him with kind words. "It's not your fault that it happened unexpectedly."

As for me, well, I had no hope for you.

These rubbish.

Wine bags and rice bags.

For so long, I have been raised by the soft and waxy master who has no dignity and no dignity, and has lost his spirit.

Including him, Tormund Mallos himself.

A total disgrace to the Royal Guard.

Marios smiled and patted Toledo on the shoulder encouragingly:

"Keep searching, tell the brothers, and do your best."

After returning to Star Lake Castle, he will increase the training cost by 30% and reduce the vacation time by half...

Three times the training volume.

Until the drill dies.

If they still have their lives to return to Star Lake Castle, and they are not derelict in their duties, the long-awaited Deputy Guard Captain Vogel will be imprisoned in the prison of bones until they die of old age.

"Grass."

Forbey spoke suddenly, interrupting them.

Toledo was confused:

"The official pavilion, what? What grass?"

Hugo Forby doesn't speak, just looks at Mallos.

Following the eyes of the flag officer, the watchman squatted down and gently raised a bunch of weeds on the ground.

The next second, the bunch of grass in his hand visibly turned yellow, shrunken, blackened, withered, and finally drooped.

It's a dusty ash at the touch of a button.

"The grass is drying up a little faster."

Toledo looked at the powder left by the bunch of weeds and said in surprise:

"A species unique to the Emerald City?"

No.

Not "a bit fast".

It is abnormally fast.

Marios raised his head, and the weeds in front of him, far or near, fast or slow, showed signs of gradually withering.

He frowned deeply, his expression solemn.

And he's certain it's definitely not the Emerald City breed.

"Toledo, bring the brothers back, everyone."

The watchman's expression didn't change, but the speed of the order was a little faster: "Investigate the location of these withered weeds and find the origin - just like a fire, there is always a fire."

Although doubtful, Toledo did not hesitate and gestured to the distance.

Close up, gather.

Itariano, high up, retracted his telescope and responded with a chirping.

Marios picked up another bunch of weeds, watched them slowly turn black and wither, and then glanced at Forby's flag-bearer.

"Lord," Toledo couldn't help asking, "you, do you know what this is?"

Marios was silent for a while, then nodded:

"We're in trouble."

"Huh?"

Toledo remains confused.

“This phenomenon was first recorded in the ancient scriptures of the Church of Mingshen,” Mallos squeezed the weed powder in his hand and explained softly, “The abnormal signs that are obviously different from the four-season climate, such as dry rivers and swamps, fertile The ground is cracked, the summer is frosty, the winter is scorching hot, and even the dead are revived, and the remnant of the body is rehabilitated... Hugo, what's the record of the flag wing?"

Flagman Hugo Forby narrows his eyes.

"Most of the time, this means that there is an existence outside the world, ignoring the supreme taboo of Mingshen's creation of the world, and using various means to cross the insurmountable world wall," Forbe's flag official said lightly, "They come to this world, just like Oil falls into the water or a meteor falls to the ground, making the law reversed and the law out of order..."

Marios nodded lightly and took over the conversation:

“Let the ordinary be unusual, and the unusual be even more different.”

Toledo is at a loss:

"Existence outside the world? Reversal? Anomie? What do you mean? Doomsday?"

Hugo flag officer shook his head:

"From the Myojin Church to the Holy Sun Faith, and even today's Sunset Shrine, the clergy call this a holy sign or a miracle, indicating that there will be a heavenly messenger descending to the world to perform miracles, or a mortal prophet will be able to communicate with the gods. Holy, spread the will of God..."

"Angel, miracle, prophet, divine providence?"

Toledo is puzzled: "Now? In the Emerald City?"

"That's just what the church says."

Marios stood up and patted the dust on his body.

"As for the others, to be precise, the mages of the Magic Tower have called this phenomenon for thousands of years..."

The watchman looked at the withering grass around him, his tone solemn:

"Different drop."

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"Crack!"

A burning pain in the face.

"Wake up, fake Huaya!"

Wya?

Why Wyah?

Amidst the white smoke, Thales just opened his eyes in confusion when he saw a slap attacking him!

Huh?

Tales exclaimed, and instinctively grabbed the slap, only to realize that the person in front of him was Miss Shiley.

"Very good, you're awake!" Surprised and delighted, Hillary pulled him off the ground.

Yes, I'm awake.

Tales found that he was still in the tunnel, and for some reason, there was a faint strange white smoke around him, as if someone was smoking in the tunnel below.

"What's up with this smoke? Smoke bombs? Your magic?"

Shila frowned slightly:

"Well, that's right?"

In confusion, Thales shook his buzzing head:

"How long have I passed out?"

"Five seconds, ten seconds at most."

So long?

Huh?

So, what about the others?

Tales was taken aback and instinctively turned back:

Amidst the white smoke, Glover, Rolf, Kathleen and Slimani were still lying on the ground.

Slimani is still smacking his lips in the dream, but Glover is already waking up.

They...are not dead?

Not even a single wound, okay?

Huh?

Tales was startled and instinctively turned back:

"What about him?"

Where's the enemy?

What about Lausanne?

What about the man in black?

What about the killer who knocked everyone down with his supernatural powers?

"Clang!"

The sound of metal collisions caught Thales' attention.

Only a few meters away, the figure of Lausanne II passed by, and was shocked by the white smoke.

Tales was startled, and subconsciously touched the dagger on the ground, but saw another figure passing by in the smoke, rushing towards Lausanne II in black.

Shhh!

The sword wind is overflowing, the white smoke fades away, revealing the battle situation:

The man in black's opponent had a long sword, and he was fighting with Lausanne endlessly. I saw his footsteps are steady, and the light of the sword flickered, reflecting the faint light of the fire on all sides of the tunnel.

That's...

But what surprised Thales was that the swordsman who couldn't see his face was not only not affected by the opponent's ability, but also blocked all the way, and attacked slowly and quickly.

Faced with Lausanne's superb swordsmanship, he performed with ease and did not fail in the slightest.

Obviously, a rare expert.

"Who are you!"

Lausanne spoke coldly in the white smoke, but compared to before, his tone was a little more impatient:

"Who did you learn swordsmanship from?"

But his opponent didn't answer, just blindly used his sword to force Lausanne away from Thales.

Tales came back to his senses, he flicked away the white smoke with a pungent smell, shook his head, and tried to straighten out his memory:

"Fa, what happened?"

"Uh," Hillary raised her eyebrows, her eyes flickering, "I was lucky. As soon as I went out, I met a rescuer."

"Rescue?"

Tales was surprised.

This unfortunate ghoul tunnel, an abandoned sewer that no one can find, where did the soldiers come from?

"Who? What rescue?"

He turned his head and wanted to see which chivalrous master Lu Jianbu saved them, and was able to compete with their opponents who were good at swordsmanship. Reluctantly pulled back.

"You don't want to die!"

Amid Thales' cries of pain, Shi Lai kicked hard, hitting Slimani's flat palm, causing the defender to scream in pain and wake up from a drooling dream.

"Wake them up, let's run!"

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Shout!

In the battle on the other side, at the moment when the sword lights intersected, Lausanne II stepped back three steps in a row, his left arm trembling.

Now, he has no time to worry about the prince and his goals.

Lausanne took a deep breath and raised his **** left arm: the wound left on it was extremely deep, and the blade pierced into the bone.

"This is... a triumphal strike," he said reluctantly.

That's right, it's Triumph.

And the triumphal strike was executed perfectly, accurately, and powerfully.

The timing is right, the pressure is full, and the lethality is considerable.

It couldn't be more perfect.

It's not the same as the young royal guard I met at Diop's mansion before.

If you change yourself a few years ago, you won't be able to accept it at all.

However, a triumph of this magnitude...

Lausang lowered his left arm and looked at the opponent in front of him solemnly, the long sword in his hand squeezed tighter and tighter.

This is impossible.

Impossible.

However, the other party seemed to have heard his heart and said with a chuckle:

"The world is so big that nothing is impossible."

No.

Lausanne took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:

"Who are you, who are you? Where did you learn this triumph?"

Amidst the white smoke, the visitor walked forward slowly, revealing his true face in the dim light of the fire.

"And the world is very small~IndoMTL.com~ It was a man in his forties, with a handsome face, bright eyes, bright clothes, and full armor. A touch of light in black ink.

At the moment of seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Luosang's eyes froze.

No.

It's impossible!

"How's the Legion Ten, my best student?"

The long sword swivels in the man's hand, as nimble as a finger.

Like the talented Lausanne just now.

Amidst the faint white smoke, Lausanne II's expression was unbelievable.

"Teacher?"

He spoke softly, as if seeing a ghost:

"Handro Joaquin?"