Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 106: Extinction

Under the night sky, in the ruins of the deserted shield area, the blood magician turned slightly and stroked the dark Kilika. Ｍ

In the next moment, Kirika, like a black spider, began to tear, deform, and swell on his dense carapace. The black appearance began to turn red, and dozens of blood-red tentacles composed of human stumps protruded from the body. ,getting bigger!

Kilika's figure grew bigger and bigger, until he changed back to the blood-red hyrax that Thales had seen, shaking his tentacles like a giant squid tens of meters high, making a weird whistling sound.

"Find that child."

The madness and paranoia that Giza had just now disappeared as the purple-red markings on her face faded.

At this moment, she was quiet and peaceful, just like an ordinary innocent girl. She saw the magician gently caress Kilika, with a light and gentle tone: "You know his taste, understand his breath, familiar His blood..."

Giza sighed lightly with a strange expression: "It belongs to that guy's blood."

"The guy you want to devour in your dreams."

The dozen or so giant tentacles of the Hydra shook at the same time, and the "sizzling" sound of flesh and blood rubbing and squeezing inside.

"Boom!"

The tentacles fell violently, and dozens of deep gullies were shaken in the ruins, and smoke rose.

Giza laughed. She looked at the terrifying Kilika with a petting look, just as she looked at her own puppy with an angry wagging tail.

"Go, find him."

Giza, who is like a girl next door, paused for a second before opening her lips slightly and exhaling softly: "Before he became a magician..."

"Kill him."

Even if you want to destroy the entire Longxiao City for this.

Even if you would expose yourself.

Even if...

Kilika’s huge body once again heard a disturbing weird "sizzle".

The next second, its dozens of scarlet tentacles plunged into the ground from different directions one after another!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Its flesh and blood seem to proliferate indefinitely, continuously extending the length of its tentacles, digging into the ground!

Suddenly, Giza narrowed his eyes and turned his head dignifiedly.

In the smoke and dust stirred up by Kilika, a figure suddenly appeared, slowly walking towards the magician.

Giza let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, too much time was wasted.

The figure in the smoke and dust slowly approached one after another.

The blood magician closed his eyes and shook his head gently: "Well, I actually evacuated the people in the surrounding areas..."

"Nicaru's descendants are not useless."

Just now.

Boom!

On the ground next to that figure, a medium-sized tentacle suddenly sprang out.

In the smoke and dust, the tentacles burst out of the ground, attacking the uninvited guests!

However, the figure in the smoke and dust just moved slightly.

"Shit!"

The sound of weapons entering the flesh came.

Next moment.

Giza changed color suddenly and fell on her knees!

"Ah—ah—ah—"

The blood magician screamed in pain!

————

"Boom!"

In the several districts adjacent to the shield area, dozens of huge blood-red tentacles burst out again!

For example, in the sword area closest to the upper aristocratic areas, there is such a huge tentacle. After destroying a stone house on top, it breaks through the earth and rocks and rushes toward the sky.

At the moment they were unearthed, the heads of these terrifying tentacles made up of **** human bodies burst open and dispersed into countless smaller tentacles.

The little tentacles first stopped in the air, and slowly turned around, shaking occasionally.

It’s like...

Sniffing.

Not long after, these small tentacles trembled together, and once again they grew, proliferated, and spread rapidly, and went in all directions.

At this moment, a thin figure with a white cloak suddenly turned out from a corner, and instantly fell before the roots of all tentacles!

The tentacles sensed the approaching flesh and blood.

At that moment, countless tentacles split like wild animals exploding their hairs, overwhelmingly attacking the cloak figure that appeared.

The figure turned slightly, and swung a special white knife from his hand.

The blade flashes.

"Huh!"

In the countless tentacles besieged, the figure flashed in an instant, even leaving behind an afterimage!

Looking at it from a distance, it seemed that he was handing out the blade in several different directions.

The blade wiped almost every tentacle, bringing out a wound.

But it's much more than that.

The next moment, the tentacles that were rubbed by the blade tremble suddenly!

Then, for these living tentacles, the wounds immediately began to turn black, then withered in large areas, and finally, like burning, the entire tentacles turned into flying ash!

The flesh and the ashes floated together in a moment.

The man in the cloak swung the blade again.

This time, the strange knife pierced the roots of these little tentacles--the big blood-red tentacles.

The huge tentacles shook violently, and bubbles and a lot of steam began to emerge from the place where the blade was pierced.

Then it also started to turn black and wither.

Until it turns into fly ash.

Are you free from the root? The little tentacles that fell on the ground seemed to sense something, and immediately shook frantically, snaking in all directions-fleeing the terrible man.

At this time, countless footsteps screamed.

Dozens of gray-clothed and masked figures appeared on the corner of the street!

They wore special equipment: arm shields, light crossbows, and streamlined long swords with white handles. They stepped on swift and skilled steps to stop almost every tentacled trying to escape.

Clean movements, flexible stature and calm consciousness.

Then he raised the knife and dropped it.

"Shih! Shih! Huh!"

This time, the little tentacles that were slashed by these blades did not turn into fly ash, but like normal limbs damaged, gushing bright red blood, but their lives are obviously not as strong as their roots, and they are cut. After bleeding a lot of blood, the broken tentacles fell to the ground and slowly contracted.

The man who appeared first-"Meteor" Nicolai thrown off his cloak, he looked serious, and he didn't understand the busy tentacles, and walked towards the corner.

There, more members of the Blade Guard, surrounded by an old but majestic man.

"According to Ms. Kashan's intelligence, there are at least a dozen such things in and around the shield area. Fortunately, we evacuated the residents in time, otherwise they will all become food for that thing, Your Majesty." /

The meteorite reported seriously.

King Nunn VII frowned and looked at a trembling tentacle in the distance, stepped on and cut off by a blade guard, bleeding red blood.

"We have tried. Ordinary anti-devil weapons can only ensure that they maintain the most basic mobility under the siege of these things." Nicolai noticed the king's sight, and he shook the hand. With the strange blade, slowly said: "Only a legendary anti-devil armed like Soulbreaker Blade can eradicate these disgusting things while protecting themselves."

The king nodded, with a terrifying expression: "Grivor has already set off with the Soul Slaughter Gun-that disaster will not last long."

"But these things are still expanding, trying to find more people as food," behind the king, a bureaucrat who looked like an order official said anxiously: "Now there are even here-they will extend out sooner or later. Shield district, catch up with the residents who we arranged to evacuate in other districts and even outside the city."

"It doesn't matter if it continues to grow through absorption, but if it continues like this, the whole Longxiao City..."

King Nunn raised his hand abruptly, stopping the report of his subordinates.

His eyes flashed with anger.

And firm.

The tentacles in this area were quickly cleared.

King Nunn squeezed his fist, looked up at the soldiers around him, and shouted: "Blade Guard!"

"Yes!"

Including Nicolai, all the Blade Guards turned their heads and shouted angrily.

They looked back at the king of the Northland sharply.

King Nunn took a heavy step forward, glaring, watching every one of his guards-the elite blade guards.

Dragon's Guard.

Exter's most powerful existence.

The sound of rock and soil collapsing again in the distance.

King Nunn took a deep breath, and the flames in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Tell me! Boys!"

"When Exter needs your protection..." The old king's majestic voice sounded in everyone's ears:

"When the Northland needs your hard work..."

"You need to give your life..."

"When the blood ran out..."

King Nunn turned his head, staring at the blood-red hydra in the distance, staring at the vague and huge sound shadow, and shouted ferociously:

"Will you hesitate?"

"Tell me!"

At that moment, all the Blade Guards straightened their bodies without hesitation, and their right fists slammed their left chest!

Boom!

The dull thumping sound sounded at the same time, like a person, heavy and shocking.

All the elite fighters shouted at the same time, deafening:

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Huh!"

King Nunn turned around and drew his sword abruptly!

His face is majestic, and he nods at his guard: "Very good!"

"Nicolai! You are responsible for the scheduling!"

The meteorite knelt down on one knee and punched his chest with a solemn expression.

"The Blade Guard is fully equipped with anti-magic weapons and walks around the edge of the shield area," King Nunn calmly said to his guard captain: "Whether it is delaying, intercepting or strangling-block this thing for me Die in the shield zone!"

"It won't even want to move even a northerner!"

Nicolai nodded fiercely and got up to give orders.

"Everyone is divided into eight teams, with at least 30 people in each team. Check the anti-magic weapons, bring signal crossbow arrows, and send letters according to wartime standards," the meteorite stared at his subordinates and said coldly: "Five A group of people form a circle, and the main thing is to deal with these small things. Cutting and cutting are the most effective. Pay attention to your footsteps and don't get caught by multiple enemies."

"Meeting such a big guy," Nicolai kicked his big tentacles, which had withered into black dry limbs, and shook his Soulbreaker Blade: "Send a letter to notify me!"

King Nunn sighed.

"Kashan said, the more people that disaster faces, the stronger—so you won’t have back-ups," the king stretched out his right hand, firmly pressed Nicolae’s right shoulder, his eyes Look straight ahead: "Whether it's a patrol or a conscript-they don't have anti-magic weapons, so they can only die for nothing."

"Our hope is on Grivo and you, on the Soul Slaughter Gun and Soul Breaker."

"Grivor has gone to find that disaster--the Soul Slaughter Gun could not deal with it better, and what you are going to do now..."

King Nunn's eyes flashed: "It is the trapped rat in the cage-completely cut off the power and retreat of that thing!"

Nicolae and the king looked at each other deeply, then nodded firmly and respectfully: "We have no problem, Your Majesty."

"Please wait for the news of our triumph in the palace."

But King Nunn shook his head: "I will go with you."

In that second, Nicolai opened his eyes wide.

"Your Majesty, it's not safe ahead..."

King Nunn raised his hand solemnly and stopped his words.

"Most of the members of the White Blade Guard are here, and the Palace of Valor may not be safe here."

"And I never doubted—where the Blade Guard is," King Nunn’s eyes were full of unquestionable majesty: "It's the safest place in the world."

"Do you have any objections to this sentence?"

Nicolai gave a sudden shock.

At that moment, Nicolai said nothing, just gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.

King Nunn released his shoulders and smiled bravely:

"Come on, my warriors."

"Today, we will step on our homeland and rush to a war between humans and inhumans."

The old king raised his head, looked at the cliff in the sky, at the heroic statue with a spear.

"Today, we are going to follow Nekaru's steps."

"Go hunt for the legendary disaster."

The White Blade Guards are all color.

Nicolai's pupils gradually shrank, and he slowly squeezed the weapon in his hand.

King Nunn VII turned to the hyrax in the distance, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly:

"Those crazy criminals who committed heinous blood debts in our Northland, whether they were six hundred years ago or now."

"Take those unreasonable freaks that have caused thousands of years of harm, endless disasters."

"Treat those evil who take pleasure in killing and blood."

"Think of us as the scum of ants."

King Nunn squeezed his fist, his eyes revealed a fierce look:

"Destroyed!"

————

Giza slumped to the ground abruptly, and his ruddy and healthy complexion suddenly became gray and dry.

Furthermore, this gloomy color continued to intensify on her face!

Kilika the Hydra behind Giza felt the state of the master, and trembled frantically.

Following Kilika's movements, several tentacles appeared around the figure again, attacking the uninvited guest.

"Huh!" "Huh!"

Two sharp sounds of flesh coming from the smoke and dust.

"Ah--ah, no--Kilika, that's..." Giza snarled in pain, shaking all over, his face darkened, and seemed to be suffering.

Kilika wriggled like a sudden madness.

"Hit!"

From the magician to the ground between the figure, it cracks!

A huge blood-red tentacle extending from Kilika, twisting frantically, broke free from the ground.

It keeps shaking.

As if experiencing the most terrible torture.

I saw this bright red tentacles made up of residual limbs, starting from the figure in the smoke and dust from the front, turning black and withered at the extreme speed!

Like a fine cloth tainted with ink, the black withered force on the tentacles has been spreading towards the roots.

Extend to Kilika.

And Giza.

The blood magician raised his black and withered face, gritted his teeth, and roared: "Don't think about it!"

The next moment, the tentacles that are constantly turning black and withered, before that terrible momentum extends to Kilika...

It swells from the root, then breaks suddenly!

"Boom!"

A lot of blood burst out.

At that moment, Giza Trellman described as embarrassed and nervous.

Like a gecko docking its tail, fighting for life.

A moment later, it will be overwhelming.

The black withered force extended to the place where it was broken, and finally became unsustainable, turning this huge tentacles into dry branches.

In the air, there is only the gasping sound of Giza lying on the ground.

Her face finally started to return to its ruddy color.

The magician raised his head, gritted his teeth and stared forward.

Staring at the figure walking all the way through the smoke.

The figure in the smoke and dust approached slowly.

A nasty rubbing noise followed.

"Wow!"

Giza stood up from the ground, frowning slightly.

The visitor is tall, but he has a strange pace—every step, he drags his right leg.

It's like...a cripple.

"Wow!"

The unpleasant sound continued, and it sounded like a beautiful instrument rubbing against a rough rock surface.

Finally, a rude voice came from the smoke.

"The shield area is a sad place," the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing a strong man: "Under the bold, optimistic and positive appearance of the northern people, it conceals the darkest and darkest part of Longxiao City. Color."

"Wow!"

The noise continues.

This lame man is about thirty or forty years old. His face is flat, except for the high nose and chin stubble that makes him look rather rough.

"Some people were born in this unfortunate place. The only things their parents left for them were poverty and hardship, and they only learned tenacity and tenacity."

The man limped forward, his tone full of sadness.

"Wow!"

Giza's brows became more frowning-she found the source of the noise: behind the man was dragging a metal spear that was two meters long.

The pitch-black gun tip fell down on the ground, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

The eyes of the blood magician stared at the spear, his eyes were full of strange colors.

"Some people came here just to get ahead, and exchange the most precious moment for the most unpredictable future, to save some memorable things for themselves, for their families, and for future generations."

The cripple's right hand was dragging the heavy spear vigorously, and as the figure turned, his left face was exposed.

Giza saw his most conspicuous feature-this man had no left ear.

He was supposed to be an ear, but there was only a round hole left—as if he had been cut off by Qigen.

"But no matter who it is, it is compelling. In this ruined place called the shield area, which is not covered by a complete thick wall covering the wind and snow, take shelter and eat."

"Here, some people are eager and stingy, some are illiterate, trembling, some are lonely and desperate, disabled, and some are impulsive and irritable."

"Wow!"

The man limped forward with a sad expression and a low voice.

"They are just ordinary people, but they are all poor people."

"But they are still under the feet of the most powerful people in Exeter, with the most contented attitude, the strongest smile, and the most humble livelihood of the Northlanders, and the most meagre Income, embrace the poorest hope, and live the most miserable life."

"They have no unmatched power, no great achievements, no honorable honor, no noble title, no glorious bloodline-but they still gritted their teeth, swallowed blood, tears, and Tighten every muscle and struggle to live."

The man stopped limping and stood in front of Giza.

He turned his head and glanced at a ruin.

There is a child's severed hand lying quietly.

The man turned his head abruptly, and this time, his eyes looked directly at the magician without wavering.

It is full of indifference, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred-and death.

"This is the shield area--even the snow and water is a dark and dirty place." The lame said flatly.

"In the great Exeter, in the majestic Palace of Valor, under the splendid Northland glory," the man's eyes scanned the surrounding ruins, revealing a trace of pain:

"We are struggling and lingering."

"We are more like the northerners than the strongest northerners."

The lame man with only one ear looked cold, raised the spear in his hand and looked at Giza.

"And you..."

"But even this tragic and unfortunate opportunity, this chance of gritting teeth and grabbing hope, comes from our already empty hands."

"Deprived of all."

"We are in your eyes," the man gently closed his eyes, the gun in his hand was pinched tighter and tighter, and the words were full of pain:

"Like a bug, trample at will, let it knead."

"Really."

"Disaster?"

The blood magician exhaled deeply, his eyes were extremely solemn.

She didn't answer the man's words.

As if not wanting to waste time.

She just cast her eyes on the gun.

A few seconds later, Giza finally said slowly.

"More than six hundred years later..."

"The master of the Soul Slaughter Spear."

Giza comforted Kilika behind him, panting, and said plainly: "You are such a lame man?"

The man snorted coldly.

The blood magician raised his head and cast his eyes on the cliff in the sky.

She glanced at the human hero, the majestic statue of Necaru Acres, then looked down at the lame one-eared man, frowning.

As if doing comparison.

After a while, Giza let out a long sigh:

"It's too far, right?"

The man stared at her closely, without saying a word.

"Why, in this era..."

"As long as it is an extreme state," Giza said disdainfully: "Can you master the legendary anti-devil armed?"

"Huh!"

The one-eared man turned his hands, the spear made a violent wind, and the black spear pointed directly at Giza.

The tip of the gun vibrated slightly.

"Buzzing..."

Like a spear has its own life.

"Drew Greve, an ordinary epee infantry in Longxiao City, conscripted." He said solemnly.

"By the way," the lame man named Grivor holding the Soul Killer said coldly: "The entire shield area..."

"Be covered by me."

"Oh?" Giza's face turned cold. She grinds her teeth but rarely smiles, "Then you have to thank me."

She looked around the ruins of the surrounding streets and shook her head.

"Bring your home."

"It's so clean."

Grivor was not irritated by her words.

The man just dragged his lame leg and stepped forward gently.

"It was just a greeting."

"You should also know the origin of this weapon," Greve knocked on the fierce spear in his hand, and said silently: "When I took it ten years ago, Mike was about to take mine. The other ear is nagging."

The man's eyes began to become pure.

"The Gun of Soul Slaughter, the great weapon of His Majesty Nekaru."

"All life in this world, from dragons to ants, from demons to flowers and plants."

"Once stabbed by this gun," Grivo stared at the head of his gun, his eyes sparkling, "All the vitality in his body will be lost."

At that moment, the one-eared lame man began to change his aura.

As if coming to the most tragic battlefield.

"All lives."

"Full body up and down."

Giza did not speak.

"The touch of death," Griveau raised his head and coldly emphasized: "It only needs a light touch."

The girl who always smiles gently, staring at the gun without emotion at this moment.

His eyes remain unmoved for a long time.

As if remembering something.

"This is the incomparable ability of the legendary anti-devil weapon, the Soul Slaughter Spear," the wounded and disabled infantry epee said:

"'Killing'."

Grivor retracted the spear and carefully observed his opponent.

"Every legendary anti-magic weapon was born for one or a certain magician."

"And this legendary spear is designed to deal with you..."

"The legendary anti-devil armed for you who cannot be normally sealed."

Grivor let out a sigh of relief at the gun head:

"The Disaster of Blood~IndoMTL.com~The Enemy of Life."

The next moment, Grievous shot a cold light in his eyes.

"Boom!"

His intact left leg slammed on the ground, and his strong but crippled body burst into shock!

Rush to Giza, who is looking ugly.

The ferocious soul-slaughtering spear, with the invincible aura of a battlefield charge, pierced forward indefinitely.

"Buzzing..."

In the air, the pitch-black gun head releases pleasant vibrations.

The vibration is getting worse.

As if longing.

Desired to release the touch of death.