Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 143: Battle of the Sword of Disaster

Tyles has experienced the **** and heavy confrontation between the two armies in the Broken Dragon Fortress, felt the generosity and fierceness of the death battle between the Blade Guard and the Black Sand in Longxiao City, and also experienced the horror of the heavy orc and cavalry in the desert. Strength, but this sudden encounter in the dark prison is definitely the strangest battle scene he has ever seen.

Because this is a battle in the dark, without vision.

"Call—"

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, Thales just entered the **** senses when he heard the wind whistling!

"Head down!"

I don’t know where it came from, and then, in the black and white sense of hell, Thales saw a catastrophe sword falling down painfully on his side three steps away, and a sudden appearance appeared in his chest. A short arrow.

The mercenaries around him were wary of raising their swords, but they opened their eyes to discredit them, but they couldn't see where the threat was.

The sense of **** gave Thales a lot of advantages, but it also made him more frightened than the mercenaries who could not see.

It's like a person driving along a steep cliff during the day and night.

"Three o'clock! Crossbow!"

Sony the mercenary shouted in my ears.

Thyls saw Sonny's figure quickly turn around, and an axe came out of his palm.

"Peripheral suppression!"

Several throwing axes and throwing knives flew out of the Sword of Disaster at the same time, following Sonny's order to the darkness on the right!

"Boom!"

A low muffled hum suddenly came, heralding the results of this wave of counterattacks.

However, the counterattack of the Sword of Disaster is only temporary, everything has just begun, and the sound of melee is heard from the dark surroundings.

"Above!"

Thyls only heard a burst of robes in the upper left. He turned his head and was shocked to see a strange black shadow falling on the ceiling, rushing to a mercenary outside on the left!

"Plop!"

The two fell to the ground. The mercenary struggled a few times and couldn't see anymore, while the assassin rolled backwards flexibly, avoiding the surrounding enemies.

"Watch the hostage!" During the melee, Ricky's voice came from afar.

Tyles, who was too surprised, immediately weighed his shoulders and was overwhelmed by Marina in the dark!

"Stay honestly! If you dare to make small moves..." The female swordsman in red gritted her teeth unceremoniously, and unceremoniously pressed her weight on Thales.

Public revenge.

Thyls was still coughing amidst the agitated dust, thought painfully.

He finally managed to straighten out his breath, and suddenly inexplicably remembered the scene against the elite of the blood in the birch forest in the Northland six years ago.

The scene at that time is also like this...

"Clang!"

The sound of sword fighting broke his thoughts.

"No!"

A mercenary not far away swung his sword with his consciousness and opened a stabbing attack from the dark, but he immediately exclaimed, his feet slipped, seeming to be a rope entangled in unknown time. After being dragged down, he was dragged into the boundless darkness, leaving only a scream.

"Damn it!"

Farther away, an experienced swordsman cursed and cut down an assassin who wanted to sneak around behind him, but he was immediately greeted by seven or eight hidden weapons, and he fell down with a snort Die from the ground.

Thyls Khan, who has a layer of vision more than others, looked at all this with a nervous look.

The brazier is right.

Darkness is the home of the Assassins.

Moreover, they came prepared and didn't leave their hands. In the first round of raids, the Swords of Disaster, who could not adapt to the darkness, had only passive defense. They were caught off guard by the endless assassination methods of the Shield of Shadow!

"Come!"

"Use a shield!"

"One is going to your right!"

"Ah! Go up, I'm hit!"

Crossbow arrows, flying knives, piercing the air, screaming, the sound echoed in the ear.

The figures of the assassins flexibly skimmed the periphery of the formation, looking for opportunities to attack, or probing with noise, which made people nervous.

Even Thales, who was barely able to see, felt terrified.

However, the Swords of Disaster are worthy of the notorious "Blood Whistle". Faced with the terrible situation of tension and difficulty, these mercenaries can't look at things, but they have demonstrated outstanding qualities no less than the military:

No one panicked, no one ran away, no one even backed away.

Everyone in the dark stands as the most qualified soldier.

"Don't panic, hold the front row, don't let them infiltrate! Cut all the moving steps!"

Cray’s impatient command sounded:

"Cover, lighting!"

Soon, a torch was rekindled and lit in the center of the formation of dozens of Disaster Swords!

Light up a small area.

When everyone closes their eyes subconsciously, they can't help but feel excited.

There is light.

However, at that moment, the light of the torch was like the blood that attracted sea sharks, attracting countless attacks from assassins!

From crossbow arrows, throwing knives, daggers to unknown weapons.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thyls only heard a chaotic sound in his ears: The swords of disaster that had been prepared for a long time raised three shields to block hidden weapons flying in all directions, and many people even used their bodies to protect the fire.

Sony held his shield and bared his teeth: "Don't think about it! Hurry up—pass the fire!"

With the lighting of the fire, the swords of disaster can see everything in front of them.

I saw the figures of assassins passing by one after another in the dark surroundings, or flying by, or waiting on the ground, and what's more, they were strangely hanging on the wall.

Each of them was black clothed and masked, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.

Many assassins slightly tilt their heads subconsciously, and seem to be quite uncomfortable with the sudden light.

"Light up, fight back!" Kray shouted angrily.

Immediately after igniting the second source of fire, the torch from the first fulcrum was thrown out without hesitation, and hit an assassin in a corner!

The assassin was caught off guard, and the sparks all over his body were very bright.

This is his last figure-Sonny's second hand axe came back and plunged into his chest.

The torch that was thrown burned, illuminating another assassin in that direction, and the two mercenaries caught up.

"Ah!"

Two Disaster Swords roared assault, and one cut the assassin into a crooked figure.

"Go to hell!"

Later, one person swung a two-handed axe and cut out a sharp arc without any effort!

"Boom!"

While the axe blade pierced the assassin's neck, it shed a rain of blood, which was quite shocking.

The axe roared to himself, as if venting his anger just now.

"Donglong."

The head hit the wall and bounced back. A few drops of blood splattered into Thales's mouth, causing the prince to turn his head and **** blood in disgust.

Damn it.

He hates the smell of blood.

No matter which one.

The frantic roar is still in my ears, and the scuffle is more frequent.

The reversal of the situation seemed to occur at this moment-after the first wave of panic, the counterattack of the Sword of Disaster came soon.

"Nine o'clock, back!"

"Ahead, a wave of suppression!"

The orderly sound of the command sounded, and more and more torches were thrown out, or hit the assassins hiding in the dark, or showed their shadowy figures.

Swords of disaster catch up with tacit cooperation, or unite to suppress, or kill with one blow.

Most of them have angry eyes and enthusiastic attitudes, and they cut down the previously flexible night assassins one by one!

Obviously, the Shield of Deception is better at unexpected sniping and sneak attacks, but when they fight head-on, these assassins who are used to living in the dark immediately show weaknesses that cannot be ignored.

"Boom!"

"Come on, cockroaches!" Josh grinned angrily, ignoring the flame on his body, hitting an assassin accidentally hit by a torch, and smashing his opponent to the wall.

The moment he touched Josh, the assassin was trembling and unable to move.

In the latter's horrified eyes, Josh thrust a sword into the opponent's abdomen, then laughed and dragged the hilt.

Jianfeng pulled out a string of bright red fluid, which was scattered to the ground amidst the painful screams of the assassin.

It is terrible and disgusting.

More than that.

Thyls frowned, watching an assassin who wanted to hide in the dark side by a rope like a horse rope around his neck and dragged him back into the formation of a mercenary.

A tall swordsman indifferently turned the hilt upside down, and pointed the tip of the sword to the assassin's mouth deliberately and cruelly. After letting out a pleasant sigh, he roared and stabbed it!

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Shit!"

The poor assassin whose tongue was pierced through the back of his head, uttered a groan that couldn't help but slapped his limbs on the ground violently, but he could only accompany the sound of the blade into the flesh, drawing out the melody of death.

Thyls frowned again.

The appearance of the assassins are not the opponents of the old mercenaries at all. Coupled with the weird ending power that Thales has learned before, many assassins are often beaten up and down at the same time. Unable to move, then fell into the cruel fate of tragic death in the second or third shot.

But this is not what Thales cares most about.

"Haha!" Sonny had a shield in front of him, knocking an assassin into a state of weakness. After running out of hand axes, he threw away the shield, held the assassin's body, licked the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a hand from his arms. dagger.

"Do you like killing people like this?"

Sony yelled happily and took three steps in front of the assassin, but the dagger in his right hand stabbed the assassin's chest a dozen times like a piling!

Every time, in the assassin's sluggish eyes, countless warm blood was brought out and splashed on Sonny's face.

Complemented him more ferociously.

"Do you like it? The rat in the gutter!"

Until the blood-red Sonny pushed the unconsciously twitching assassin away, smiling and turning back.

Then he licked the corner of his mouth again.

It's like having just finished dinner.

"Huh," Marina sneered: "The mouth is not clean."

Thyls saw a chill surge.

Not right.

The prince looked at the sword of disaster in disbelief.

Looking at these experienced, but ruthless people, opened their mouths mercilessly and gave their opponents the most tragic death.

Looking at almost every swordsman who fought with the enemy, they came back with blood or wear and tear, and they also had expressions of pleasure or satisfaction.

No!

Thyls looked at these murderous swordsmen, and suddenly had a long-lost panic in his heart.

Not so.

For more than six years, the prince must have been knowledgeable.

Whether it’s the unmatched power of the vampire sisters when they turn their eyes on the enemy, the kingdom’s fury’s unparalleled charge to break through the army, or Edda’s precise shots through the siege, or even Nicolai and Monti’s in the wilderness In the **** battle, every confrontation is extremely exciting, and it is difficult for ordinary people to watch one of them throughout their lives.

But...

Thyls stared blankly at the group of mercenaries bathed in blood.

But those people, no matter the blood race, Arak, elves, meteorites and dead crows, besides their skills, they are the best, most efficient, and purest warriors. If they do not move, they will Only for victory, only for progress, only for goal.

Whether it’s killing or bloody, it’s just the most partial and marginal side product in this process.

But...

These people...

Thyls stared at the battle in a daze, at Josh who laughed wildly, Sonny who licked blood, and countless swordsmen who were cruel and memorable.

It's not the personal style of a certain fighter, it's not a special action of a certain martial art, it's not a person, it's not two people...

Almost all of them are immersed in enthusiasm in the battle, enjoying the howls and screams of the enemy, pain and bloodshed.

I seem to have forgotten myself.

Tyles looked more and more alarmed.

No, there must be something wrong with this group of people...

Fighting, ordinary fighting, definitely not like this!

He suddenly noticed that only a few leaders, such as Ricky and Clay, remained unmoved in the sword of disaster, with the same expressions.

Like a bystander.

Just now.

"Beep——"

A erratic and long strange whistle suddenly sounded.

Swords of Disaster, all stern!

But it was not them who responded.

But the enemy.

The assassins who saw the shield of deception gave up fighting under this whistle and stopped attacking. They turned around, or dragged their companions' bodies, or ran away alone, and fleeed.

Hidden into the further darkness again.

The battle came in a hurry and went fast. In a short time, the assassins disappeared from the sight of everyone, leaving only a few corpses that were too late to take away.

"They retreated." Clay grabbed a torch and frowned as he watched the last assassin disappear into the blurred vision in the distance: "Going into the corner, the stairs, the fork in the road... Someone can hide cockroaches. Place."

Ricky nodded, but his expression was not relieved.

"Inventory and return!"

After this terrible encounter, although the Sword of Disaster repelled its opponents, it was far less relaxed than it seemed: Many people fell in the first round of raids, and more people were injured by ribbons. , Sit on the ground and bandage, even some people who have been poisoned, receive treatment in place, or bite their teeth.

Tyles was roughly dragged from the ground, rubbing his dusty jaw in pain, trying his best not to see the **** mess on the floor.

"You people, every battle is so crazy and...enjoy it?"

The prince looked at the assassin's wounded, lying on the ground painfully equivalent to the companion bandaging the sword of disaster, and intentionally said: "Just like, just like a beast."

"Why, did the **** scene frighten our highness?" Marina sarcastically satirized him, while dragging the prince to her side, she said unkindly:

"Don't worry, you will see more."

Thyls sighed secretly in his heart and turned his attention to the leader.

"They retreated, but didn't give up," Semir put away the sword, with a solemn expression: "The environment here is too dark and too mixed, it is suitable for them to hide, or sniper harassment, or sporadic orders."

"We must do something."

But Ricky looked at the messy scene, but shook his head.

"No, you can never kill the cockroaches."

"Only take care of ourselves."

At the moment when Semir was thoughtful, Ricky looked at Kray who had just finished counting and stepped forward.

"How about the casualties? Who was the first to fall?" Ricky was calm, but the question asked strangely.

"At the end of the round, we fell eight people and injured a dozen," Clay couldn't restrain his anger:

"The opposite is almost the same number, a little more or less, it's hard to tell."

"And the baron from Exter disappeared, I suspect he might be with the assassins."

Ricky groaned and nodded.

But he immediately raised his eyes and scanned the audience.

"Something is wrong." Ricky said lightly.

Semir frowned:

"What's wrong?"

Ricky turned around and looked carefully at the place where the assassin disappeared:

"The brazier is not to be trusted, but he is not stupid."

"For the heir of the Star Kingdom, it is normal for him to threaten us in this situation, but it is not in his interest to overturn the chessboard and break it up."

This sentence made Clay and Semir together startled.

Kreich didn't give them more time to think, Krasu of Sword of Disaster turned around and ordered.

"For the implementation of wartime garrison, the standard is based on the elimination of the battle."

Compared with before, Ricky’s words brought with it the cruel and majesty of marching combat: "Clay, Josh, Sonny, you follow me, guard the rear, and start dispatching from here Manpower, regular contact, and the upper and lower five floors must be guarded strictly, especially in the corners and overhead. Those assassins will not only walk on the ground-I don’t need absolute security, and it’s impossible to encircle them in this situation, but I do Make sure that when there is an attack, the news can be delivered as soon as possible."

The Swords of Disaster, under the command of the leader, moved one after another, efficiently and neatly.

"Watch out, everyone, this time, our opponent is not the Tower of End," Ricky said coldly:

"They are the terrifying assassins who are famous in Xilu, they will never attack head-on, only secretly attack."

"Semir, you come with me, this time we go straight to the goal and make a quick fight."

Semir followed without a word and came to Ricky's side.

The wolves who have experienced the **** Sword of Disaster are like wolves that have woken up. Their undisguised iron and blood atmosphere is now full of frost and cold. These mercenaries who have seen blood follow Ricky and continue to Next, he vigilantly looked at the surrounding darkness, and sent out guards at every corner and fork to guard the back road to ensure that their Krasu had no worries.

Soon, under the lighting of torches, they came to a special stone hall.

"It should be here, the last floor, the stone steps end here."

The empty hall in front of them is still dark and cold, which makes people feel apprehensive, but it is strange that this stone hall is not as clear and clear as the previous floors. Instead, it divides into three branches and leads to three. A deep passage.

"The structure here is much more complicated." Semir frowned.

"According to the information I got from the oracle," Ricky raised the torch and carefully observed the three passages. "This is the place where the Institute of Imprisonment developed anti-devil weapons, although the later Star Secret Division It was transformed into a prison, but the general structure cannot be changed too much."

Krasu quickly found an eye emblem.

"Here," Ricky pointed to one of the passages: "To the original storage room, I guess..."

His face suddenly changed.

"What sound is that..."

This sentence made everyone nervous. Although they had done a lot of precautions before, many people still turned around and watched the way they came.

But Thales also frowned: He heard what Ricky said.

It seems to be coming from the other side of the aisle...

Buzzing?

The voice from the **** senses became clearer and clearer, but it also made Thales more and more confused.

Ricky listened for a while, and asked: "It sounds like...someone is praying?"

The Swords of Disaster listened with bated breath, and sure enough, a faint human voice came from the side of the dark passage.

"No."

Semir spoke, he moved slightly and stared at the other end of the passage: "Not a prayer, but..."

"There is no doubt," Semir gritted his teeth, and the torch illuminates the first half of the passage where the mysterious voice is heard:

"Our goal is here, on the other end."

Swords of Disaster were all refreshed.

"You take someone to make sure the exit first. If I remember correctly, it's the other two roads," Ricky nodded to Clay, "Don't let the cockroaches and mice block it."

"Once we are done..."

Clay smiled slightly, and led people to the other passage.

"Others stay outside, pay special attention to the rear," Ricky solemnly said to Sonny and Josh: "Semuel just follow us in."

Just when Thales thought that Ricky was going to find his "target", to his surprise, Ricky walked over and looked at the prince's eyes brightly.

"You can rest, Marina."

"From now on, our guests will be personally supervised by me."

While Thales was still surprised, Ricky stepped forward and involuntarily pulled Thales away from the puzzled Marina.

The prince stumbled and followed Ricky through the crowd. Samuel followed them, and the three of them walked forward into the deep passage.

"Why me?" Thales finally stood firm, following Ricky's torch, groping forward in this two-person high passage.

Ricky gave a chuckle.

"Our friends lurking in the dark are too worrying, I would rather look at you myself... listen carefully."

Ricky's face moved.

Sure enough, the moment Thales entered the senses of hell, he heard an unusual voice.

It was a dull and cold male voice, with a slight sense of procrastination, muttering words.

"I know...I know...I know...something is coming..."

This voice feels like a dusty antique, echoing through the narrow stone wall, spreading faintly.

It seems to be mumbling.

The three people in the tunnel were moved at the same time.

"It's him," Semir couldn't hide his excitement and looked at the other side of the deep, "Yes, it was him!"

"He is still alive!"

Ricky is still calm: "Go on."

But compared to the two, Thales had the help of the **** senses, but he heard more.

Just listen to the voice at the end of the channel and continue silently:

"I know that your appearance is not for no reason. You must indicate something and want to remind me..."

Thyls frowned deeply:

It sounds like that boring male voice is talking to someone...?

But he didn't have time to ask his questions, so he was forced to move forward by the pace of the two disaster swords.

Get closer to the source of the sound.

"But what do you want me to do? Give it again? Save it again? Regret again?"

This voice is suspicious and longing~IndoMTL.com~ seems to be asking for advice and begging for forgiveness, but the emotions that are about to overflow in it make Thales faintly uneasy.

The person at the end of the tunnel.

What is he doing...?

Soon, with the slight tremor of the torch, they walked out of this disturbing passage.

The fire flickered, illuminating this small stone hall.

The scene in front of me is still a gray ruin. The difference is that there is only one cell in this stone hall, wrapped by a thick iron curtain, located on the other side of the hall.

And the dull male voice that has been lingering for a long time came from behind the iron curtain.

"No, I know you are testing me... but please believe, I have never hesitated for sacrifice, I know this is what I have to pay, whether it brings merit or sin, good deeds or evil results, And I will accept it calmly and will never escape..."

The sound is high and low, fluctuating, but the rhythm is orderly.

Ricky and Semir looked at each other, one frowned and the other nodded.

They slowly approached the cell.

"Yes, I foresee my mission, my salvation, but when will it come?"

The voice continues.

Tyles looked at the iron curtain with an ominous premonition in his heart.

So, what is locked in that cell is...

"Pattern."

Without waiting for his thoughts to finish, Ricky had already walked to the wall and put the long dark green "key" in his hand into the center of an alchemy tower emblem.

Soon, the iron curtain slowly lowered amidst the rumble of the machine.

The shelter was opened and the cell was exposed to light.

Show the ultimate goal of this trip with Sword of Disaster.

The lowest prisoner in the prison of bones.