Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 59: One sword breaks the soul!

At the moment when he heard Lord Lewand yelling out the order, Thales shook subconsciously.

No.

Obviously already here...

The tremor came from behind the prince, rushing to the top of his head, and spreading throughout his body.

"Qiang!"

This is the sound of the weapon being unsheathed, front and back, left and right, noisy and chaotic, but chilling.

Thyls just felt that his breathing was about to stop, and his eyes slowly widened.

No.

The crime of the prison river does not need the user's call at all, it regenerates in his body and floods his brain.

Calm down.

Thyls said to himself.

From the chaotic shouts of the two sides to the nervous but neatly drawn swords of the soldiers, Thales slowed down as he watched everything in front of him.

The noisy scene is like being poured into a lake, and most of the sound is eliminated in a flash.

Tyles gritted his teeth as hard as he could, slowly turning his head back as time slowed down.

In his field of vision, Count Lewand had a fierce face and slowly waved his left hand, shouting something.

Beside Count Lewand, Shreis had a subtle touch of consternation on his face. He turned his head slowly, and the complicated eyes that looked at Thales were difficult to understand.

Ullad's gloomy expression concealed fierceness and pain, staring at Miranda, and slowly retreated into his own formation in the chaos.

On the ground, the black-sand-collared soldiers of the two squads were determined and grim, with weapons in their hands, stepping on the snow, and advancing step by step.

We are exposed.

Only at the city gate, it was exposed, and I couldn't even touch the gate of the Palace of Valor.

Even Rumba's...not even the shadow of the guards around him, let alone the four princes.

Thyls gasped in a daze.

Behind him, Cohen, with his sword in his hand, said anxiously to Miranda, who still looked incredible.

Raphael’s expression has never been so serious and solemn. The young man of Secret Branch decisively drew the long sword from his waist.

A dozen Blade Guards roared neatly and shockingly, showing their weapons, and standing on the front line without flinching.

What to do.

Tyles trembled, almost crushing his teeth.

The surprise of the vampire's surprise attack in Mindis Hall, the panic of the assassination in front of the Fuxing Palace, the sudden attack of the Queen of Night and the Holy Blood Corps in the birch forest, and the panic of being trapped under the Broken Dragon Fortress.

Tyles was desperately thinking about these sudden battles, thinking about every time he broke the game and escaped.

It's useless.

All the methods ever used...

Compared with the current situation...

In the timeline that has been extended several times in his mind, Thales watched nervously on the wide steps leading to the top of the city gate on both sides, and the black sand soldiers who were about to return to their posts all turned and walked down. Slow and powerful footsteps, pulling countless teams, rushed towards their team of more than twenty people.

It's chilling.

Just now.

"Beep——"

A rapid, piercing and distressing whistle sounded suddenly from above the head!

Thyls shook slightly.

The rapid whistle sound like an alarm bell broke Thales' slow state, and everything in front of him returned to the normal flow of time.

"Beep——"

The whistle hits everyone's ears.

Everyone who heard this whistle, whether it was the Black Sand Leader or the Star and the White Blade Guard, suddenly changed color!

Earl Lewand, Nicolai, Ullad, and Mike, they all raised their heads together and looked at the city gate above their heads. They couldn't help slowing down their movements.

The scene at that moment, like falling thunder suddenly exploded, disturbing everyone's morning dreams.

"Beep——"

The whistle continued, spreading far away.

Thyls also raised his head in consternation, and followed everyone's eyes to the top of the city gate.

What's wrong?

He doesn't have to wonder anymore.

With the pause of the whistle, a loud male voice came down from the sky, breaking through the noisy crowd, and exploding in the doorway:

"Urgent!"

"The enemy—the patrols are gathering!" The owner of that voice almost broke his voice with almost uncontrollable anxiety and irritability, but still roared desperately:

"They are going to attack the city!"

The news was too sudden. At that moment, Count Lewand's face became extremely pale, and Ullard's dark expression became stiff.

Thyls was also shocked by the news.

This is...

"Everyone!" The roaring voice sounded from the top of the head again:

"Return to combat position!"

As soon as the voice fell, the city gate above my head sounded the footsteps of hundreds of people rushing together, chaotic and shocking.

Whether it was on the steps or on the ground, the soldiers in the black sand collar were suddenly surprised.

But only a few tenths of a second later, as the commander, the experienced Earl Lewand bit his teeth, turned his head towards Thales and the others, and shouted angrily:

"First put these people--"

But before he finished shouting a complete sentence...

"Boom!"

A shocking and terrifying thick dull sound, which sounded out of thin air!

Attracted everyone's attention.

Thyls turned his head subconsciously and looked at the sound source.

Is the meteorite.

In Thales' eyes, Nicolai saw an unprecedented ferocious look, and with a fierce stab, he slashed on an enemy's shield blocking the doorway.

Without any pause, the meteorite roared forward and twisted his hips, kicking out his left leg!

"Boom!"

Another dull sound of terror.

The enemy sprayed blood and flew two meters away.

"Break through!" The meteorite shouted, letting go.

Nikolai is like a humanoid weapon that can't help burning, with the Soulbreaker in his hand, once again slashing the next enemy.

The meteorite roared, the Soul Breaking Blade pulled out a blood line on the opponent's abdomen, and roared with blood on his face: "After the horse is broken, go in!"

The next second, almost all the White Blade Guards moved at the same time.

A dozen fierce Northland men roared, rushed towards the Hall of Valor, and joined Nicolai, rushing towards or subconsciously reacting or subconsciously reacting to enemies that were already prepared, brandishing their weapons. !

"Shit!"

"Clang!"

Blood and metal shine, temperature and collision coexist.

The Blade Guards, desperate to attack, knocked down a lot of people in one encounter.

The soldiers in the black sand collar reacted.

The soldiers on the stairs speeded up and drove down, and the two teams on the ground roared likewise, rushing towards the breaker with enthusiasm and anger.

"Up!"

"Kill them all!"

Tyles just wanted to understand the current situation, he was stopped by Cohen with a cruel face behind him, and hugged him!

What the hell----

At that moment, Thales only had time to take a look at the inexplicable Marquis Schleiss among the crowd, and his subconsciously stepping back.

The young police officer is like the most alert antelope, uprooted and running out in an instant!

He gritted his teeth, his veins burst out, his left hand hooped Thales, followed in Nicolai's footsteps, and rushed out of the doorway.

This feeling—Cohen’s heart seemed to be burning with fire—like returning to the Bladeya camp, back to the western front, back to the nightmare desert battlefield.

Break through, or be killed.

Cohen roared and unsheathed his sword.

"Clang!"

He slashed the first enemy in the chest, only to find that the opponent was wearing chain mail, with limited effect.

Regardless of the fierce Cohen, taking advantage of his stature, he clenched his teeth, stepped hard, and moved his right shoulder forward!

The next second, the guard slammed into the opponent's arms and knocked the enemy over.

Thyls was held in his left arm, only to feel that the scene in front of him was shaking, the ground he saw was receding, his brain was confused, and his head was dizzy.

Even thinking was interrupted.

A single-edged sword stretched out from the side, slitting the enemy's throat, and Wya's figure appeared beside Cohen.

Wya and Rolf came to them, Raphael and Miranda, who was nervous, rushed to them.

"Chong!" Raphael's face was cold, his words were simple and powerful.

Cohen didn't have any nonsense, he caught Thales again!

Everyone on their side started to move, following in the footsteps of the Blade Guard, trying to rush out of the doorway and rush towards the Palace of Valor!

Fortunately, most of the black-sand-collared soldiers walked on the stairs. There were only two teams left on the ground. The thin line of defense could not stop the brave assault led by the Blade Guard for a while.

"Helson, Jason, bite them!" This is the roar of Lord Lewand.

Earl Lewanne looked at the soldiers who were still rushing down the stairs, and the frustrated urge sounded out of thin air: "Run! Bastards!"

"Surround them!"

On the side of Thales, Mike with a fierce look on his hand, with a slash, split the buckle rope of the carriage on which Thales was riding, and then stabbed it on the horse's butt!

In painful neighing, this poor Northland horse rushed madly towards Earl Lewand, involved in the soldiers hurriedly protecting the commander, and the heart-piercing anger of Earl Lewand. A lot of the troops of the black sand collar hindered the soldiers who had just run down the stairs from joining the battle.

The other blade guard flicked his whip without hesitation, and drove another carriage out of the doorway, chasing after Nicolai's figure.

"Archers, shoot in their path ahead!"

Ullad's voice sounded in the chaos, it seems that the order officer still maintains a considerable degree of calm, "Aim at the prince and stop them!"

Thyls was surprised. He raised his head on Cohen's arm and saw a handful of crossbowmen on the steps pulling their crossbows together, aiming in the direction where they broke through.

What?

He felt a chill.

"Carriage!"

Putila's voice sounded anxiously from behind.

As soon as his words fell, another carriage drove past Cohen, knocking over a black sand collared axeman blocking the way.

The next second, Cohen shouted angrily, and Thales felt a flower in front of him, his body rose into the air, and was thrown by the guard!

"Boom!"

Thyls smashed into the car window, fell into the car, and rolled several times until he hit the car wall.

When he got up dazedly, what he saw first was a little slick head with doubts and horror.

"What's going on outside?" The girl glared at him and helped him up.

He was breathing, but before Thales had time to reply, the carriage turned sharply!

The two stumbled, screamed together, and fell into the car by surprise.

Several rustling arrows came.

"Boom! Boom!"

All the arrows hit the carriage.

Thyls raised his head and felt his scalp tingling:

A long arrow pierced through the thin carriage, revealing a hideous arrow a few feet above them.

"Beautiful car skills!" In the chaos outside the car, Putila still had the energy to compliment the Blade Guard driving.

"Rewind!" Ullard's calm voice sounded again, even overshadowing Count Lewand’s roar:

"The others, go round and round to the side without enemies! Catch up first, form a line of defense and then intercept!"

Tyles hugged Xiao Slider and lay down on the ground honestly, not daring to get up.

"Is there something wrong?" Xiao Qiantou said in horror: "Where are we going now?"

"Heroes Palace," Thales gritted his teeth, feeling the pain in his legs: "If you guessed correctly."

Outside the carriage, a blade guard smashed an enemy, but he was nailed through his hind legs by a soldier behind him, and then angrily fell under the countless blades behind him.

But the rest of the White Blade Guards had already rushed out of the thin encirclement, and there were only eight of them left, protecting the carriage and rushing to the ten pillars of the Palace of Valor.

In the star people's team, the veterans brought out from the fortress also fell four people.

At the same time, Nicolai has moved from the front position of the blade to the position behind the break.

The eyes of the meteorite flashed with anger, and the power of ending surged in the body.

I saw him suddenly stop while running, and then he turned around an elbow!

I was hitting the face of a chaser who was caught off guard.

"Boom!" A scary muffled sound and bone cracking.

The chaser was like a rotating rudder. Under the heavy blow, he turned his waist as an axis, turning from standing and running to landing on the back of his head, spitting out his teeth, and stopped moving.

"Grass, still want to cross the city gate?"

"I knew it," Nicolai roared and cursed, sent a knife, missed the shield blocked by the second enemy, and pulled a fountain of blood on the opponent's neck: "Or the northern people's method works! "

He turned his head in the battle and watched his companions follow behind the carriage. They had already protruded through the doorway, and he became the last person.

Meteorists also watched more and more black sand soldiers coming down the stairs in the doorway and chasing them in rows.

Nicolai frowned.

His arm suddenly tightened.

"What are you stupefied!" Putilai grabbed the arm of the meteorite, his face hesitating: "Do you still want to be broken by yourself?"

Nicolai shook Putlai's hand relentlessly and turned around and ran.

"You keep running!" The meteorite said dissatisfiedly: "Get at least ten meters away from them!"

Nicolai followed Putila, as the last two of them, ran a little longer.

"Pull the distance? Then?" Putila shouted back anxiously: "They will catch up sooner or later, the number of people is too great!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just run!" Nicolai said with a ferocious expression:

"I am behind!"

Putila was slightly taken aback while running.

Nikolai's palm pressed Putlai's back, pushing him one position.

In the next second, Nicolai's footsteps swerved, his right foot was on the axis, his left foot braked to the ground, and he turned around instantly to face the menacing pursuits behind him.

"Watch carefully," the meteorite gritted his teeth:

"How did the Northlanders solve the problem!"

Putila frowned, but he hesitated for only a few tenths of a second, and then decisively continued to run forward.

Nicolai looked at the chasing soldiers approaching, and let out a deep breath—the two chasing after him were only five meters away.

Looking from the sky above, the black sand-collared chasers are like an endless colony of ants, pressing in rows on the horizon toward the lonely spot of Nicolai.

Behind this little dot is the carriage.

Damn it.

These messy empires.

You deserve your luck.

He slandered.

"Shooter!"

While pursuing soldiers, Ullad’s order came again: "The second round of shooting!"

The sound of crossbow twisting came from the crowd.

The pursuit of the black sand collar is getting closer, and Nicolai can even see the pores on their faces.

But the meteorite still doesn't retreat.

He faced these people alone, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

There is no plan to look back.

The next second, this man with a firm face and fierce eyes raised the Soulbreaker Blade in his hand gently.

The meteorite's hand stroked the blade.

"Ding!"

There was a sharp metallic sound.

Nicolai broke off a blade from his weapon without any hindrance, and then threw it forward indifferently.

"Division," Nicolai sighed and murmured, "Done."

He stared at the chasing soldiers getting closer and closer, with a sneer on his pale face.

The carriage of the carriage finally stabilized.

Thyls got up in the carriage, frightened, stood on his seat, and opened the window.

Little Slick also leaned close to him, and the two little heads looked at the scene behind the car in panic.

Nicolai was alone, blocking him before hundreds of pursuers.

Leave only one back.

The sound of bows and crossbows rang from the enemy.

Thyls' mouth grew in surprise.

But this is not the thing that surprised him the most.

I saw the meteorite with an indifferent face, gently swinging his knife in the air.

The next second, a dazzling yellow light suddenly lit up from Nicolai's blade!

Even under the sun, it is very conspicuous.

"Clang! Clang!"

A crisp metal crash sounded.

Tyles opened his eyes wide: I saw a dozen long arrows that stopped in front of Nicolai.

It's like being stopped by an invisible hand.

Weird yellow glow radiated from the arrowhead---the same as the Blade of Soulbreaker. After a few seconds, the arrows fell one after another.

But the arrow is not the only weird thing.

The rows of black-sand-collared soldiers roared fiercely and flocked to Nicolai like a black wave.

They rushed three meters in front of Nicolai.

The next second, there was a sudden yellow glow in the air.

The black sand soldiers in the first row have a meal!

They seemed to hit a transparent wall, and "lie down" on the air in a awkward manner!

"Boom!"

The soldiers in the second row ran into the soldiers in the first row, and there was another yellow glow in the air.

But the soldiers in the black sand collar remained in the air, looking at each other in amazement.

The invisible barrier still works.

The third row, the fourth row...more and more soldiers crashed into the front row.

Screaming, scolding, moaning back and forth.

Some soldiers took their weapons and slammed them into the air fiercely. Several people joined forces and smashed with shields. There were even crossbowmen who tightened the string to the tightest point and shot an arrow.

Except for the yellow awns flourishing in the air again and again, it has almost no effect.

There were also soldiers who tried to bypass this inexplicable barrier to the left and right, but until they touched the palace wall, they were surprised to find that the weird barrier still exists.

They are still tightly sealed in front of Nicolai, stopping three meters away.

You can’t move forward.

Watching the carriage go further and further away.

The meteorite stared at all this coldly and hummed softly.

The figures of Count Lewand and Ullard appeared in the crowd. They looked at the shadow barrier, both shocked.

"What's the matter?" Ullard frowned, uncertain.

Earl Lewand even reached out his hand to stroke the barrier.

The next moment, Earl Lewand looked at the knife in Nicolai's hand, remembering something, and his face paled: "This is—"

Nicolai, holding the Soulbreaker Blade, sneered and showed them a thumb, then the gesture slowly flipped, and the thumb fell to the ground.

And Thales' carriage has stopped unknowingly.

Except for the indifferent Blade Guards, almost everyone, Cohen, Miranda, Putila, and Raphael, were all looking at the scene behind them in surprise.

"No way," Putila was shocked and dumbfounded: "Could it be that..."

They were just like that, surprised, stunned, or confused, looking at Nicolai blankly.

Looking at him alone, he sealed countless black sand-collared soldiers behind him.

"That was..." Thales stared at Nicolai's feat of turning the situation alone, "What is it?"

Little Slick answered him.

"Blade of Broken Soul," Little Slick murmured, his face full of astonishment: "So the legend is true..."

Thyls was stunned.

Legend?

I saw Xiao Slick turned his head, and the excitement on his face could not be suppressed: "Three hundred years ago, King Nightwing was unstoppable. He captured Longxiao City in one fell swoop, but met the guards in front of the Palace of Heroes and the First City Gate. Most of the city’s "Smasher", he should have run out of soldiers, unable to return to the sky, but still tried to protect the gate of the palace and guard the last Walton blood!"

Little Slick took a deep breath: "So, the soldiers who crushed the army alone won the battle and rejected the army alone. That's how it is!"

Thyls was shocked.

He raised his eyebrows: "Single-handed town...what?"

Sliding head looked at Nicolae’s back, his expression slowly changed from a longing to a memory, and then to amazement: "In the legend, at the most dangerous moment, the Shattered Army awakened the strategic legendary anti-magic armed— —Blade of Broken Soul!"

Thyls was slightly startled: "Strategic?"

"Broken Soul," Xiao Huatou nodded excitedly. At that moment, she could no longer find any panic on her face, as if she had found the most beautiful dessert: "It can obey the user's will and block everything!"

Thyls blinked.

Blocked?

Everything?

Little Slick's excited words continue: "It is said that as long as the Blade of Soulbreaker resonates strongly enough with the user..."

"It is said that as long as the user of Soulbreaker Blade does nothing at all costs..."

"It is said that as long as his life is tough enough, his will is firm enough, and his strength is strong enough..."

"It is said ~IndoMTL.com~Just do this..."

The girl turned her head, her eyes gleaming with excitement: "Even the long and endless border between Exeter and the Star Kingdom-the Blade of Soul Breaker can be sealed and sealed!"

"The dripping water can't come out, but Katahane is nothing!"

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Tyles opened his mouth wide in surprise, his eyes kept going back and forth between the little slippery face and Nicolai's back.

What?

Block...

Between Exeter and the stars...

The national border?

When Thales was in a daze, Xiao Slick lowered his head.

"That's it, that's it..."

She took a deep breath, and whispered a few ancient Northland poems:

"Yejun spread his wings, the deceased knocked on the door."

"The angry king has died, and the dragon veins are cold."

"Hope is broken, no blood is left."

After the miserable verse, the girl looked at the chasers who were stopped in front of Nicolai and said the last sentence in a daze:

"Smashers are..."

"Break the soul!"