Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 229: Undead in the Extreme Realm
"It's too exaggerated, even for a newborn, his blood thirst is too intense, he looks like an uncivilized beast."
On the abandoned guard tower, Yannick looked down calmly, as if watching a stage play in the front seat.
In contrast, Thales had to hold up the binoculars, relying on the double blessing of the lens barrel and the crime of prison river, plus the fireworks in the night sky that exploded from time to time, to barely see the battle ahead:
Laursanne II roared repeatedly, looking crazy, and jumped up to the roof after Catherine, but was dragged down by the sudden net bag and disappeared in the alley.
"Newborn, hum."
Thales disdain to slander:
Does your newborn look like this?
"I guess it's because he has been blindly suppressing blood thirst. However, desire is like a flood. It is better to block it than to slow it down. The more you sit idly by and roughly suppress it, the more terrifying the power and damage will be when it rebounds."
The feast leader squinted his eyes, staring at the movement below:
"So when he was overwhelmed by blood thirst, he couldn't even maintain his basic sanity, and he became completely another person, or another animal."
Yannik's eyes flickered, and he expressed his feelings:
"As a blood race, if you can't coexist with your desires and reach a compromise, then you will completely break up-when one party takes power, the other party will be expelled and go their own way."
No wonder, no wonder Lausanne II committed so many murders and had to cover so many.
"It's like Jekyll and Hyde." Thales said in a daze.
"What?"
Thales came back to his senses and shook his head very naturally:
"It doesn't matter, not many people know about the legend of the double-faced demon man around Xihuang."
Yannik nodded thoughtfully.
As the siege trap was triggered, this simple residential area in the new suburb seemed to wake up suddenly.
But the dwellings outside the encirclement are still quiet and dark.
It seems that there is an indescribable tacit understanding between him and the battlefield.
Thales couldn't find the target, so he had to put down the telescope.
"Catherine—the boss of the Blood Bottle Gang who has a grudge against him—insisted on presiding over the ambush by herself, so she should be sure of this."
The Phantom Blade project aroused Lausanne II's blood-sucking desire, forcing him to lose his mind and turn into a wild beast, unable to respond to the enemy with clear and methodical superb swordsmanship, which is convenient for him to catch the turtle.
So far, it seems to have some effect.
Just, how many connections and manpower did she use, including those from the Brotherhood of the Black Street?
How effective is it?
If her plan fails...
"Now you've seen it with your own eyes, Jan, that's how it is," Thales said with his eyes burning, and went straight to the point, "What do you think?"
The blood member was silent for a while, but the reply was tight:
"In my opinion, Your Highness, the elders of this blood killer's clan have either neglected their duties in discipline, or their restraint is not effective, or they have no intention of teaching him to soothe his blood thirst."
He narrowed his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally:
"I don't know, do I have to, or do I have sinister intentions?"
Thales' eyebrows moved slightly.
"According to the traditions and laws of our family, all the damage and crimes caused by the reckless newborn will be borne by his elders and even the clan they belong to, and only they are the most suitable to restrain him..."
"Well said," Thales interrupted his diplomatic rhetoric in time, "that's why I found the parents and invited people from Corleone's house, but it's a pity..."
Thales sighed, and gestured to the position of Li just now.
The parents are irresponsible and run away as soon as they slap their ass.
Leave the bear kid to continue making trouble.
Yannick smiled understandingly.
However, Thales changed the subject:
"However, Earl Li left so quickly, I couldn't help but start to doubt: What if the Corleone family really didn't do this?"
Yannick's eyes moved.
"Your Highness?"
Thales raised his head, implying something:
"If Li ignores the mess left by Lausanne II, it's because he really doesn't need to be responsible, because there is indeed no elder relative of this blood clan in the Kingdom of the Night, and Lausanne II is neither a blood clan transformed by Corleone, Nature is not bound by them?"
"Even if the killer is not a descendant of the Corleone family, they cannot be cleared of their suspicion," Yannick first affirmed Thales' suspicion, and then changed the direction of the suspicion calmly, "Or the opposite: Corleone Deliberately taking advantage of such an outlier newborn who has nothing to do with blood affiliation and therefore does not have to be responsible, so as to leave it clean at a critical moment?"
Exactly.
It's really clean.
Thales glanced at Yannick intentionally or unintentionally.
"But if Lausanne II is not Corleone, or even a blood relative of the descendants of the next seven clans in the Kingdom of the Night, could it be..."
"Please rest assured."
Yannick smiled and blocked his words in time:
"For our family, the development of descendants is a serious, solemn and complicated matter in the family. Once there is a deviation, the loss will be huge. Therefore, no matter how senior and experienced the elders are, they must be cautious. Be careful.
"Not only is the number of descendants of gifted descendants strictly limited, but the process is difficult and long. From demand, reporting, public opinion, approval, to selection, training, testing, and decision of candidates, it is bound to go through many hurdles. The last step is the public The gift of longevity as we know it—that is, transformation.
"We—at least the Immortal Council, have extremely strict rules and supervision in this regard, from the speaker and elders, down to newborns and blood slaves, every blood race is recorded in the book, and their affiliation is clear. If the behavior is slightly off, there is nothing to hide from the source."
He looked at Thales, and the conclusion was beyond doubt:
"He couldn't have been brought out from the feast."
Is it so absolute?
Thales smiled playfully:
"But what if someone deceives the superior and the inferior, and creates descendants behind your parliament's back for their own selfishness?"
Yannick categorically denies:
"No, the "Convention of Human Nations and Immortal Species" ensures this, and the Immortal Parliament will never allow any newborns of the blood race to be born out of sight without consent."
His eyes sharpened:
"As for making descendants privately, this is a heinous crime that threatens the survival of the ethnic group and destroys the order of our ethnic group. Violators, regardless of their status or blood relationship, will be punished by the sun. The whole family can learn from each other."
Yannik has a serious expression and cold eyes.
Thales looked at him for a while, then laughed.
"Don't be so nervous, I didn't say you did it. Maybe Lausanne II was bitten by any wandering blood outside when he fled, and turned into..."
"Impossible."
Yannick interrupted him with a half-smile
"Transformation is far from easy, it requires source blood."
Thales raised his eyebrows:
"What blood?"
Yannik said seriously:
"Original blood - the most precious blood essence in our race, is also an important medium for creating descendants and passing on 'gifts'. However, pure original blood is often only condensed by the blood clan in the extreme state."
If the source blood absorbed during transformation is not pure enough, excessively diluted and mixed...
Then it may cause the tragedy of flesh and blood collapse - this is not uncommon in the early history of the blood clan, the most famous one is the eldest son of the ancestor of the blood clan.
Or worse, the newborn is completely crazy during the transformation, and degenerates into a blood slave who has no reason, only desire, and is almost a beast.
Attract the next wolf enemy disaster.
Thinking about it, Yannick continued:
"Furthermore, the original blood is extremely sensitive. Once it coagulates outside the blood race's body, it will evaporate completely in less than an hour. Even if it is injected into the human body, it will not last for more than a day."
Thales wakes up:
"That means..."
"This is not something that 'any wandering blood' can do," Yannick said solemnly, "The person who gave Lausanne II the gift of transforming him into a descendant must be a senior elder, famous and famous. surname, a blood family with extraordinary status."
He added a sentence intentionally or unintentionally:
"For example, like the Queen of Night and Earl Li, who were directly gifted by King Nightwing and transformed into second-generation blood clans."
Thales frowned:
"Or Serena Corleone on the run?"
Yannick said nothing, just smiled.
————
For a moment, Robert suspected that it was just a nightmare.
In the nightmare, that fatal blow from an ax broke open her chest, causing unspeakable pain!
The pain in memory made Robert gasp.
But now...
In the alley, Robert sat on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at his chest:
Cracked leather armor, blood-soaked shirt, slightly itchy skin, and an... extremely ugly ax scar.
What's going on?
The weak body, the pool of blood all over the ground, and the faint echoes of shouts and killings in the distance all showed that it was not just a dream.
"You feel hungry..." came a dangerous voice.
At that moment, Robert's hair stood on end!
She entered a fighting state, struggled to get up from the ground, but fell to the ground again because of the stars in her eyes.
"You dirty vampire—"
No, no!
Where is her weapon?
Get moving!
"...dizziness, nausea, emotional ups and downs, oversensitivity, itchy wounds and repeated low-grade fever," the voice ignored, but continued, "You need to rest and eat."
The sound of the human body turning over came - it seemed that the monster was searching the body of Old Bu.
What did he say?
Hungry? eat?
Robel came back to his senses and tried his best to think.
No, it's not possible.
She stared blankly at the scar on her chest:
Her injury is fatal, it is impossible to survive, even if she survives, it is impossible to recover so quickly...
Unless...
Eat.
Robel thought of something, his face turned pale.
No.
She raised her arms tremblingly, and gritted her teeth as she looked at the monster in front of her—his armor was torn, his body was filthy, and he was so embarrassed that he even lost his goggles.
But there is no doubt that at this moment, his eyes are sharp, his movements are calm, and he is no longer weak and weak as before.
Almost in full bloom.
As for the reason, the skinny giant corpse on the ground explained everything.
"You, you..."
With vigilance and fear, Robert said in a trembling voice:
"With such a serious injury, I can't live, unless..."
"Yes," the monster found only a hatchet and a few daggers from the giant man's body, and a money bag sewn into the lining of his clothes, looking very dissatisfied, "I gave you a drop Source blood."
And it is the one with the highest purity that he can give.
"You survived."
It's over.
Robert trembled all over and fell limply to the ground.
No...
Huge shock and despair ruthlessly impacted her spirit.
Original blood.
Vampires create offspring and transform the blood used in newborns.
Impossible.
Pressing her chest, feeling the vague phantom pain, she was dumbstruck.
Impossible.
The shouts and kills are still around, and the flames are flickering.
A few seconds later, the same great anger and shame replaced the previous emotions, flooding Robert's heart.
"How dare you, how dare you..." She gritted her teeth and trembled violently, "I will become, become..."
At this moment, a swordsman carrying an eternity lamp rushed into the alley sullenly, saw the corpses of Robert and the giant man on the ground for the first time, and asked in surprise: "What happened——"
Boom!
The monster flashed in front of the swordsman in an instant, and the latter fell down without even seeing the shadow clearly.
"What does it matter?"
The monster put down the limp swordsman and picked up his lamp and long sword:
"You survived."
Stop decaying from now on, live forever, maybe get stronger and faster, isn't that bad?
Looking at the fallen swordsman, Robert was stunned.
Lausanne II skillfully lifted the steel ax left by Denver, and threw it effortlessly in the other direction above his head.
The steel ax swept across countless roofs, and landed in the distance outside the countless walls, making a piercing sound.
The shouting and killing sounds from all around immediately gathered there.
"Fuck you, monster!"
The sound of killing brought Robert back to his senses, and she picked up the alloy silver knife and pointed it at Lausanne II.
"No, I'm human, human, just human..."
She gritted her teeth and her eyes were red.
You can't...
Don't do this to me!
I still want to inherit my mother's business, hunt vampires, hunt...
Thinking of this, Robert's eyes gradually dimmed, and the tip of the knife kept trembling.
Hunting myself?
Food on blood, hunt for life to survive, hide in the dark, cannot see the light, trapped by blood forever...
Wherever it goes, it brings death, fear and destruction to people...
Robert felt a chill in his heart.
No.
All the stories and training she had heard since childhood became the last straw that crushed her at this moment.
Robert took a deep breath, and turned the scimitar tremblingly and decisively.
The tip of the knife is aimed at her heart.
"No."
Her eyes were determined.
"I will never become a monster who harms others and benefits myself."
Never.
Robert closed her eyes and gripped the handle of the knife tightly.
Farewell, Mom, to the nineteen cats in the house—especially the picky eater.
Lausanne II stroked the long sword in his hand, narrowing his eyes.
"Didn't your mother teach you?"
Robel paused:
"How do vampires transform?"
What?
Robert opened her eyes suddenly, anger welling up.
How could he still have the face to mention her mother?
"Of course I know!"
Vampires forcefully pour their blood into innocent people, turning them into like themselves, crazy and out of control, eternally cursed sun-avoiding monsters...
At least that's what grandma told mom...
Grandma's uncle said the same thing to grandma before he died...
And grandma's uncle got the true biography of his aunt!
This aunt is even more powerful. You must know that her stepfather is the protector of human beings, the special secretary and bard of the first generation of long-lived hunters—the grand-nephew!
The setting sun testified that the clerk once marched side by side with Keira and his comrades in arms, fearless in the face of danger on the **** battlefield, sang battle songs for them, and recorded glory!
However, such a long, great, and glorious inheritance has been revealed tonight by this——
"That's right, a rookie like you who will be murdered, of course thinks that you can become a vampire by doing this." Lausanne II was indifferent.
Wait.
Robert calmed down and widened her eyes.
What did he just say - the transformation of a vampire?
Unconsciously, she put down the scimitar and said in surprise:
"You mean, say me, I won't, I won't become a vampire?"
But Lausanne II snorted coldly:
"You will."
Robert's smile froze.
"It will take at least 20 hours from the time when the original blood enters the body to when it is metabolized out of the body and becomes completely useless," Lausanne II said coldly, "If you die during this period—"
Death in battle, falling to death, disease, old age or even stupid death, no matter what the method of death is...
"You will convert."
Lausanne II's quiet way:
"Resurrected by source blood, become a vampire."
Of course, the premise is to survive the painful torture during transformation and the mental blow after transformation.
No.
Robert thought blankly: He said that I will transform.
I will die and then resurrect as a vampire with fangs...
Hoping to gain but lose again, Robert, who couldn't bear the blow, slumped on the ground, and his mood fell back to the bottom.
It's over, there's no hope.
"Why," she said in despair, "why fate, why the setting sun and the sun, including the bright moon, are all so unfair to me!"
She was determined when she was young, she studied hard and practiced hard, and finally met the first vampire in her life...
From hunter to prey.
Is there a more tragic fate than this?
"Yes, this is the essence of the gods," Lausanne II said coldly, "creating injustice."
He's coming to add insult to injury at this time!
Robel wept bitterly, the pain piercing her heart.
"No."
I saw her crying and holding up the scimitar:
"I do not accept!"
She would rather die than...
"I'm going to commit suicide right now." Robert sobbed again and again.
She would rather die than become a vampire! Become a disgusting and dirty monster!
"Are you sure?"
Lausanne II said coldly:
"Twenty hours have not passed yet."
Robert thought of something and trembled all over.
Yeah, I can't kill myself.
He said, if I die within twenty hours, then I will become a vampire!
Ah ah ah ah!
The scimitar fell to the ground, and Robert hugged his head, extremely disappointed.
After just a few seconds, she cleared her mind and her eyes were firm.
"It doesn't matter, patience is the most reliable aim of a hunter—then I will wait for twenty hours!"
For twenty hours, I locked myself in the room, not going anywhere!
When I die, I won't become a vampire...
I'm going to commit suicide again!
Finding the solution, Robert picked up the weapon, eyes filled with hope:
In that case, I will definitely not become a vampire——
Huh?
Robert's smile froze.
Wait.
Holding the scimitar, she mechanically turned her head:
"What if, what if I didn't die in these twenty hours?"
"In that way, the original blood will be discharged by your body, purified, and never seen again." Lausanne II did not lift his head.
Robert was stunned.
Exhaust, purify?
"Then, if I'm still alive, will I still become a vampire?"
Lausanne II ignored this stupid question and just glanced at her with disdain.
Robert's eye sockets became wider and wider.
Wait, according to this, as long as I don't die within twenty hours...
"Ah!"
After having figured it out, tears filled Robert's eyes, and he lay on the ground and wept with joy!
Great!
Gods, thank you for favoring me so much!
I will swear to the death to save the cat!
"Remember, the next time you encounter a mercenary who deliberately avoids the crowd, acts alone, or even changes his appearance..."
Lausanne II glanced at the dead Denver on the ground:
"There must be a reason."
Not bad.
Lausanne II turned around and stopped looking at the vampire hunter behind him.
Just stupid.
"Wait!"
Robert woke up with a start, gnashing her teeth:
"You are a vampire, you will not help me for nothing! But I tell you, no matter what conspiracy you have—"
But her words stopped abruptly——at some point, that nasty vampire had disappeared.
Robert was left alone, sitting in a pool of blood blankly.
————
Thales looked at the other party for a long time before nodding slightly.
"Well, anyway, Li has already run away," the prince said helplessly, "As the only remaining blood expert by my side, you have the final say."
Yannik first looked flattered, and then humbly stepped back to salute.
"Your Highness is too good," Yang changed the subject, "I just don't understand one thing..."
"Which point?"
"The Corleone family is cunning and cunning, and their intentions are sinister. It is contemptible, but why did they choose this killer as their descendant?"
Thales was taken aback, not quite understanding the question:
"Well, maybe it's because, because Lausanne II was a powerful extreme killer before? After transforming into a vampire, it has higher use value?"
"That's why it's all the more strange."
"What do you mean?"
Yannick explained patiently:
"From the point of view of our blood race, we would rather choose an ignorant young man with limited experience as a descendant than an established extreme fighter with rich experience and profound knowledge, and grant the original blood."
"Why is this—oh, for example, the elderly are more stubborn than the young, and it is difficult to change?" Thales guessed.
Yannick nodded approvingly:
"Your Highness is keen. When a person becomes an extreme master, it means that his life has been finalized and his cognition has been stabilized. His body, mind, spirit, memory, including the character and habits shaped by this life experience It is hard to shake."
He sighed:
"Therefore, the risk of transforming an extreme master into a descendant is extremely high: whether it is the possibility of failure in reincarnation, the rejection and pain of flesh and blood in the body, or re-adapting to the body as a newborn after successful reincarnation, changing the mind, and accepting the identity of the blood family The obstacles are much greater than transforming ordinary people, unimaginable."
More often, it is even a waste of origin blood, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Thales frowned upon hearing this.
"Let's not say that Bloodfang Corleone, who rules the kingdom of the night, is the most common low-level vampire, and he should know this." Yannick said.
So this is the principle for the development of descendants of the blood race - the less experience the better, the less burden the better.
Thales was deep in thought.
But they still chose to transform Lausanne II.
Yannik thought for a while, and said very naturally:
"So I wonder: Could it be that the identity of this Lausanne II is different? It is related to the old case of Kongming Palace?"
Thales nodded.
"Makes sense."
Of course there is something wrong.
After all, Mallos said in private that Lausanne II was a former student of Master Joaquin.
"Since this is the case, why should your Highness look far away?"
"What do you mean?"
Yannick bowed again:
"It should be noted that no matter how strong the killer is, no matter how many kills, it is just a sword. In the final analysis, it is just a matter of bounty."
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"You and I both know that compared with this sword," Yannick smiled slyly at the encirclement under the tower, "The key to the Emerald City game should be in the Kongming Palace."
Game of the Emerald City.
Thales smiled helplessly upon hearing this.
"I think so too."
It's a pity that Zhan En doesn't like oil and salt, and Federico is not slippery.
It's just that their identities are sensitive, so he has to be polite, and he can't be as tough as Xihuang's little boy.
And the hidden secret department is sneaky and sneaky, and the royal power behind it is like a shadow.
Only he was caught in the middle, unable to advance or retreat.
I'm not looking for distance, I'm obviously bullying the weak and fearing the hard!
Thinking of this, Thales sighed and looked down the tower:
"However, I just talked to those two brothers not long ago. Guess what they are most concerned about at the moment?"
Yannick's eyes lit up.
"I see."
"Yes, I don't know whether it's a coincidence or a strange thing, the game between the two of them has always revolved around Lausanne—"
In the middle of Thales's speech, he was suddenly shocked and stopped abruptly.
"Around?" Yannick asked strangely.
Thales was silent for a while.
He frowned and stared at Yannick who was still smiling, feeling an indescribable weirdness.
"Yannick," Thales changed the subject stiffly, "As a vampire, what is your ability?"
Yannick's eyes moved slightly.
"Your Highness?" He looked puzzled.
"Is it spiritual?"
Yannick froze.
But Thales narrowed his eyes and continued to ask:
"For example, unknowingly induce, to set out the other party's true secret?"
The air on the abandoned watchtower became quiet.
"Your Highness really knows how to joke." A second later, Yannick was embarrassed at first, and then smiled wryly, "People's hearts are complicated and hard to fathom, how can I have such abilities?"
Thales looked at him suspiciously for a while.
"Oh, it's fine if you don't," the prince narrowed his eyes, "otherwise, I thought you were trying to find out the secrets of the old Kongming Palace case."
"I'm so sorry."
Yannik reacted and apologized sincerely:
"My words must have misunderstood His Highness."
Yannik turned his head naturally, avoiding Thales' sight: "Let's think about how to deal with this killer—they can't stop him."
Oops.
Surprised, Thales raised the binoculars again.
In the lens barrel, lights and shadows flickered on the walls of the alley, and there was even a faint cry of pain from the senses of hell.
Well, if Catherine can't handle it, then he will—
"So, as the crux of the matter, just catch the murderer, right?"
Thales frowned and turned around:
"Yannick?"
I saw Yannick bowing lightly:
"In that case, I would like to help your highness."
"But before you--"
"An uncontrolled outlier blood clan, killing innocent people indiscriminately in Emerald City, no matter how you look at it, it is not good for our family's reputation." The handsome blood clan councilor shook his head decisively, with awe-inspiring eyes: "Of course we are obliged."
Thales was taken aback for a second.
Fart!
Thales felt disdainful.
That's not what you just said.
What you said was clearly "spicy, go find your parents"!
"Really? There are no other conditions?" Thales asked suspiciously.
"It's a righteous act," Yannick stared at the encirclement below, admiringly, "What are the conditions."
Bah!
Thales was disdainful in his heart, but smiled on his face.
"This makes me a little nervous," he joked, "after all, the free ones are the most expensive."
"It's not free either."
Yannick smiled at him:
"You gave me a chance to make friends with the future Star King, and it is considered paid."
He smiled slyly:
"After all, not all cold-blooded species are rigid and stubborn."
I knew it.
Thales snorted coldly in his heart:
"Then I paid too much, and I didn't give change?"
Yannick laughed.
"Make people do extra things..."
He blinked:
"There's got to be some tip."
Thales squinted and observed him for a while.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Thales looked down at the battlefield: "Before he was reincarnated as a blood race, that guy was the killer of the extreme realm. And after his reincarnation, his body will only be stronger... Oh, or, you are also the extreme realm Master?"
Facing the prince's probing eyes, Yannick smiled.
"His Royal Highness is so young, but he puts himself in the shoes of others, which really touches me."
"But maybe you don't know something," he continued, "After human beings are transformed into blood races, the body mechanism and organization are completely changed, and even the power of termination has disappeared without a trace. It is almost impossible to preserve the original strength and fighting style. "
To completely change...
Thales recalled the words and deeds of Lausanne II, and couldn't help thinking deeply.
At the next moment, the blood member's eyes turned cold:
"Secondly, it doesn't matter whether it's the extreme level or the super-ordinary level, it's just a saying-an old-fashioned saying that was passed down by human knights hundreds of thousands of years ago."
Thales was startled when he heard this.
"It may be used to identify strengths and weaknesses, refer to superiority and inferiority, and deceive laymen and beginners," Yannick put his hands behind his back, "but it can never predict victory or defeat, let alone life and death."
The realm level is just a saying...
You can know the strengths and weaknesses, but you can't predict the outcome.
Thales was thoughtful.
Sounds surprisingly familiar?
"Not to mention ~IndoMTL.com~In the recorded history, the extreme fighters who really died by the same opponent..."
Yannik restrained his killing intent and smiled at Thales:
"Not far from half."
Thales's heart fluttered.
That is to say, more than half of the extreme masters who were defeated in history died from...
"After all, the old speaker said: If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come."
Thales felt something in the night wind.
But in a blink of an eye, there was no one around him.
"Undead in the Extreme Realm..."
Yannik's faint sigh came from the darkness:
"What's the benefit of super-order?"
(End of this chapter)