Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 197: Understanding
Chapter 693
"The inverse!"
In the study, my father's roar shook the world.
The last time Tormund saw his father so angry was when he was six years old.
At that time, he was running wild in the fields with the daughter of the farm manager's daughter in the countryside, laughing, throwing mud, rolling dirty clothes, and having a lot of fun, but his father and cousin who came back ran into him.
He still remembered his father's livid face, and the faint sneer between his great-uncle's brows.
And now, many years later, my father is shaking all over, pointing at him and gnashing his teeth:
"Razor Mallos, a thousand-year-old heritage, you will destroy your hand now!"
A thousand years of inheritance, destroy my hand?
Ha.
Tormund wanted to laugh.
Laughing.
"If the Mallos family was destroyed so easily," he said blankly, "then maybe it's already exhausted?"
The father became more and more angry, got up and drew his sword, but was held on the shoulder by someone.
"Don't panic."
Cousin sits on the left of his father, as calm as ever. He has advised his father and family for many years, resourceful and dedicated.
But is that why he entered the penalty wing? Calm enough when skinning prisoners?
Or is it because my great-uncle is also good at giving advice on how to torture people?
"We still have one last chance." My cousin's expression was calm.
"You don't have a chance," Tormund said coldly, "the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason - the Black Prophet and his kingdom secret department will track it down sooner or later."
"I'll kill you before that!" the father roared.
Why, why do they all like to use this to intimidate others?
Even if it doesn't work?
"Why, Xiao Tuo?" The voice of the uncle came, and there was exhaustion trying to hide in the words.
"Why do this? Why betray us?"
Tormund was silent.
Why?
He parted his lips: "Because..."
Because of...
Because it's all predestined.
He looked at his angry father and his calm cousin, and said softly:
"Because none of this is true."
Exactly.
The watchman of the guards, Tormund Mallos stood in the study, looking at the red fire behind his father and his great-uncle, his eyes were as deep as water, and his heart was as clear as a mirror:
This is not reality.
Because it's so beautiful here.
Too soft.
Because my father's study was colorful and magnificent.
And the world, the real world, the current world, his world should be...
Dead and desolate.
"Father, uncle, you and here, everything here is fake, it's just the killer's ability." Mallos said softly.
"Rebel!" The father roared, causing the fire behind him to shake.
Cousin took a deep breath.
"Since this is the case, there's nothing we can do," the old uncle said sharply, as if he didn't hear his answer, "I'm going to see Big Barney: I'll do it tonight."
"Uncle?" Father turned his head, shocked.
As in memory.
The great-uncle ignored his father.
"And you, Xiao Tuo," the uncle looked at him with a smile on his lips, "You think this is the end?"
At that moment, everything in front of Mallos' eyes was on fire!
The flames burned through the study, corridors, and halls, and burned through the fields of the Mallos family's manor.
The way the world should be.
In this desolation, a deadly cold light - the blade of Lausanne II slashed the air and roared!
After regaining consciousness, Mallos tried his best.
Bang!
The metal collided and the sound was harsh.
The timing of the opponent's force was all the best, and Mallos, who hurriedly blocked, couldn't bear it, and took a few steps back.
"You think I don't know?"
Lausanne's words were hurried, but his feet were steady, approaching step by step.
"I don't know what kind of person Joaquin is? I don't know what Joaquin has done for me and his student servants?"
Looking at Lausanne's appearance, Mallos stepped back.
Looks like I've only been distracted for a moment, Mallos thought.
And this Lausanne II, he didn't even realize that he activated the ability.
Strange, a master of the extreme realm like him who has experienced hundreds of battles can't use his own abilities proficiently?
"But what did he get!"
Lausanne's voice was cold and stern, and the long sword came out sharply!
Damn it!
The watchman cursed in his heart, but after all, there was no way to retreat, so he was forced to attack.
Ding!
Mallos parried this stab, but Lausanne flicked his wrist, and the sword light flashed again!
Is this... stabbing swordsmanship?
The watchman recognized it: The opponent used the stabbing sword technique that was widely spread in the southwest and was carried forward by Kuradel, the "Thorn Sword" of the Tower of the End.
This guy knows a lot!
"Nine squires, nine riders—no, eight knights," Lausanne's eyes exposed outside the mask were dark and silent, like the eyes of a dead man, but they kept catching Majoros' flaws. He shoulders hope and is taught by him to become a good person, but everyone has different personalities and holds ideas."
Swoosh!
As the metal rubbed against each other, Mallos scored a second strike, but his body was shaky and shaky.
"So in the Scarlet Year, four people served for the royal family, two of them stood on the side of the rebels, and two also followed different princes... And Joaquin, Joaquin could only watch the knights he cultivated. They turned against each other and slaughtered each other with the various martial arts he carefully taught." Lausanne's voice continued, "One student chopped off another student's head, and the third one cut his throat, and then the fourth one went to take revenge... The cycle goes on and on, until the eight knights..."
"None survived."
The third stab strikes again.
Mallos struggled to take a step back, posing for the best defensive posture against stabbing swordsmanship—huh?
At that moment, I saw Lausanne II turn around, his hands clasped together, and the original stabbing attack turned into a sharp downward slash in an instant!
The watchman was taken aback:
This is the main attack style of "Blade Forging"—a martial art that is even more basic in all "Emperor Wind" genres, but has been honed to a stunt in the hands of the Thousand Blade Knights—Iron Cross?
But...
Before he could react in time, he could only change his moves in a hurry and ate this "Iron Cross" abruptly!
Clang!
With a loud bang, Mallos shook his hands, his sword dropped, and he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The battle ended between lightning and flint, and the field returned to silence.
"And poor Joaquin can't do anything about it - this time, he has no hands to smash." Luosang said quietly.
Mallos clutched the blood oozing from his chest, coughed in pain, and there was a bloodstain on his face.
It's been decided.
He looked at the weapon flying ten feet away and sighed inwardly.
No, or should I say, the victory and defeat are divided early.
Lausanne II wiped the blood from the sword with his arm sleeve and walked to Mallos.
"He was depressed and ended not because of me, not because he lost his swordsman, and not because of poverty."
The killer in black stared coldly at his defeated general, alert to the short weapon in the opponent's arms:
"It's all because of himself."
The arena was quiet for a second.
Mallos struggled to sit up, sighing inwardly at the opponent's skill.
In one move, Lausanne just used two types of swordsmanship, thorns rapier and forged blade, or rather, parts of both.
Well, the other party may have learned both, even if their styles are diametrically opposed, that's fine, but...
"How did you do that trick just now?"
Mallos stared intently at his opponent.
This guy, he broke apart the complete swordsmanship that was integrated into one inch by inch, stripped them from their respective systems, and then remodeled and reorganized these disparate fragments, perfectly integrated into one move in actual combat, Achieve a new move that is most suitable for the current battle situation... It seems that after the elegant and smooth jab in the first half of the move, the second half of the move should have been connected to the solemn and sturdy steel cross, which is natural, without any stagnation?
This requires unparalleled proficiency in the existing swordsmanship, a deep understanding of their swordsmanship and kendo, and a thorough grasp of the essence of different swordsmanship...
No, the difficulty of this matter is no less than that of creating a new martial art from scratch after learning from others' strengths.
What's more, in the middle of a tense and fierce battle?
These skills, even the well-informed watchmen, have never heard of them, and they have never seen them before.
"Thanks to you."
But Lausanne II seemed to know what he was wondering:
"I changed a long time ago, I can't do it, at least it won't be so smooth."
Mallos was startled.
Lausanne looked at the watchman silently.
"Of the seventeen good players under your command, many of them can even perform extreme-level skills, with different styles and specialties: eerie and changeable, swift in style, moderate and peaceful, and endless. The tacit understanding, the rhythm, and the rhythm... and you divide them into teams, take advantage of their strengths and circumvent their weaknesses, complement their weaknesses, and add bows and crossbows to form a high-pressure formation and a complex battlefield that can suppress and even kill the extreme masters."
It's not surprising - Lausanne thought to himself, the origin of the imperial wind swordsmanship, the legion knights of the ancient empire, it's not just like this, relying on quantity and cooperation, discipline and formation, will give full play to their personal martial arts The temple disciples who have reached the limit are firmly suppressed. Under the emperor's order a thousand years ago, they besieged the peak masters one by one and demolished the Knights Temple again and again?
"And you know how many years I haven't had the chance to fight head-to-head with an opponent of this weight, do my best, hone my swordsmanship between life and death, and prove my skills under extreme pressure?"
Lausanne raised the long sword with gaps and sighed deeply:
"So, thanks to you for this opportunity, this occasion."
Perhaps thanks to "it".
Let him go further.
It's so fun.
Mallos instantly understood and sighed inwardly.
That's right.
It wasn't just Miranda Aarend who got a promotion tonight.
The enemy in front of him, he doesn't need any ability at all, he is already a first-class master.
But Lausanne II looked at his weapon with a fascination:
"You know, integrating different schools, integrating hundreds of martial arts, and bridging the differences, such as the emperor's style and the temple, were originally Hua Jin's ideals and ambitions in martial arts."
It is also the reason why he teaches students according to their aptitude, encourages students to pursue individuality, and accepts a wide range of rivers.
But unfortunately, proficient in sword disciplines like Joaquin can never heal those who use them, even if they are his servants and students.
Because the noble way of knighthood is long gone.
Because of the rules of this world, there is another preference.
Lausanne slowly came to Mallos.
Mallos looked at the **** hands, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Damn.
I can't hold my sword for at least a month.
Maybe even the little puppet bear can't hold it.
If he still has a chance to take it.
He closed his eyes.
"Pick up your sword -- or dagger."
Mallos opened his eyes.
"The commander who broke up for his subordinates," Lausanne looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes gloomy, "you shouldn't die with your bare hands."
Mallos was slightly startled, then smiled.
"When the body of the flag officer Aknet was found, he was lying on a high platform beyond the reach of ordinary people. Funeral with gold coins."
Lausanne did not speak.
Mallos sighed, but did not take his sword:
"Master Joaquin, more or less left something for you, right?"
Lausanne's eyes moved.
"No," Lausanne's fingers stroked the gap in the sword, but his eyes never took his eyes away from Mallos' hands, "at least not as much as he thought."
"What about this?" Mallos pointed to Lausanne's feet.
Lausanne bowed his head in confusion: "What?"
The next second, Mallos jerked up from the ground, and silver light appeared in his hand!
But Lausanne, who had been vigilant, had long expected that with a move of his long sword, he parried the thrusts of the two daggers, and immediately flew back quickly, preventing Mallos from approaching to repeat the old trick.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the sky!
Lausanne's expression changed, and just as he raised his head, a huge black shadow came from his head!
Calling——
It was a caravan with bundled goods.
It fell in the air, right where Lausanne II was standing.
"Clap!"
Only a loud bang was heard, the caravan fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust stirred!
Mallos hurried back clutching his injured arm. He looked at the bridge pier above his head and shook his head slightly:
"This is it."
He picked up his saber with difficulty, and smiled as he looked at the wagon that had been thrown out of shape in the smoke.
The z plan is complete.
What a pity, what a great swordsman.
But right now.
"Your subordinates have used this trick once."
The watchman, who was about to turn and leave, froze.
Seconds later, the outline of the caravan emerges in the diffuse smoke:
It tumbled with a huge impact, twisting its stand, shattering its wheels, and twisting its signboard and streamers.
Lausanne II was half-kneeling on the top of the caravan, covered in dust and ashes.
"Can't you be a little new?"
But he's in good shape.
No broken hands or feet, no broken bones.
Mallos closed his eyes sadly.
It's hard to do.
All right.
"What did you just say, something new?"
Lausanne on the roof snorted coldly, but changed color suddenly.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, a crossbow bolt pierced deep into the roof of the caravan, a few steps away from Lausanne.
But before he had time to wonder why the arrow was deflected, he heard a sound of machine brackets, and a dozen slender shadows sprang from the top of the caravan, rushing towards Lausanne II!
Lausanne's reaction was extremely fast, and the sword light flashed repeatedly, repelling half of the shadows, but there were still several shadows flying back and forth, rushing towards the legs of Lausanne II!
Pop!
When the last shadow came to a stop, Lausanne II on the roof could see everything in front of him: these shadows were solid ropes, six in total, that wrapped his waist and legs firmly around the four corners of the caravan .
This is...
"The purpose of the refined rope traps of the guard wings is to limit and hinder the movement of the enemy." Mallos snorted softly.
It just takes a little time to set up in advance, and it has to be fired with such a force as a crossbow.
Lausanne frowned.
Mallos smiled slightly, dragged his severely injured body, and swung his sword above his head.
The principle of the trap is, well, surprisingly simple, similar to a mousetrap.
But that doesn't need to be said.
After all, the Guard Wing also has a budget to declare.
"That's it?"
The next second, Lausanne raised his sword and fell, severing one of the ropes with incredible sword speed!
Mallos frowned.
Terrible.
Can't the restraint rope be any stronger?
Alas, forget it.
After all, the Guard Wing has to declare a budget.
In his thoughts, Lausanne swung his sword again and cut another rope.
"What's the point of doing this?"
Lausanne II said coldly, with a flash of sword light in his hand, breaking the third rope.
Mallos frowned.
Damn.
Can't they just replace the rope with tiny wires, or at least sharp blades? With a bit of kill?
But it's best not to say that.
After all, the guard wing also needs to declare the budget.
The next second, Lausanne's complexion changed, and he turned his head sideways!
Boom! Boom!
The arrow that fell from the sky brushed the side of Lausanne's ear and stuck firmly to the caravan!
Looking at the arrow, Mallos frowned again:
Can they shoot a little further?
Whoa!
Another arrow fell.
As he had hoped, the arrow went even further: it fell straight behind Mallos and stuck at his feet.
But unlike before, this crossbow bolt was tied to the tail with a long rope, which was hung all the way down from the bridge overhead.
Finally.
Mallos breathed a sigh of relief.
Lausanne II moved his eyes and cut off the fourth rope:
"Is this about to run away?"
Mallos grabbed the rope on the arrow, looped back and forth around his arm, and said something inexplicable: "Twenty for one, sixty for five."
Lausanne frowned.
"Ten rounds and one hundred, buy more and give more." Mallos tightened the rope on his hand and clenched his chin.
Lausanne doesn't know why: "What?"
Whoa!
Another arrow—a rocket—shoots from above!
It shot accurately through the window and into the cabin, the arrows still crackling and burning.
A black lion is engraved on the precious arrow tail exposed outside the window.
This is...
Looking at the rocket in front of him, Lausanne's expression changed.
He struggled to cut the fifth rope blocking his vision, and finally saw the banner and sign on the side of the caravan:
[Special for the Emerald Celebration, Suleiman's old-fashioned sparkling fireworks, ten years of reputation, handcrafted, sufficient capacity, and powerful effects]
[Transfer to clearing positions, big sale at a loss, the last day! ]
[Warning: It is strictly forbidden to approach this stall with an open flame! ]
Looking at such a large caravan, Lausanne's pupils froze.
Mallos sighed and waved his hand vigorously above his head.
No.
Looking at Majoros' actions, Lausanne II flashed this thought.
The flames in the carriage grew louder and louder, making an ominous sizzling sound.
In the next second, Lausanne unleashed his sword with all his strength, roaring and slashing at the last rope that bound him:
"No—"
Bang!
An earth-shattering bang!
The unremarkable caravan fell apart in an instant, one after another, turning into countless rays of light!
Bang! boom!
In the splendid light that erupted under him and the unwilling roar of Lausanne II, Majoros pulled the rope into the air and flew towards the top of the bridge!
Bang! boom! boom!
The open space under the bridge was instantly shrouded in a curtain of fire and rain, and nothing could be seen.
Only the sparkling Lijing fireworks are colorful and very splendid.
Bang! boom!
Under the gift of this dazzling light, Mallos dragged the rope, stepped on the bridge pier, and flew straight up!
"All together," Mallos, who was covered in blood, coughed as he looked at the splendid scene below him, "the effect is even better."
It's a pity.
At the moment when the rope reached the top, Mallos decisively reached out and firmly grasped a hand stretched out from above.
A black gloved hand ~IndoMTL.com~ Mallos raised his head and frowned. "How are you?"
On the top of the watchman's head, with only one leg wrapped around a rope, Miranda, who was hanging upside down in mid-air, shook off her drooping tresses and sneered: "Because I am the lightest."
Mallos frowned.
He grabbed Miranda's hand, and the two of them were facing each other, and they were hanging under the North Gate Bridge under the implication of a rope.
Bang! bang bang bang!
The celebration fireworks under him—a large car—became more and more magnificent, causing many citizens in the distance to exclaim.
"I just saw it, you are really good at short-handedness," Miranda tilted her head upside down, her eyes sharp, "Terrorist Blade."
Mallos frowned.
"Do me a favor, Ms. Miranda."
"Huh?"
"Don't be a little kid and make up nicknames."
The two were silent for a while.
"Of course not."
The upside-down Miranda blinked:
"Mr. Blade."
The ropes tightened again, slowly but firmly, pulling them both up the deck together.
(End of this chapter)