Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 161: Correct the error

For a moment, Thales felt like he was back in the shield area of ​​Longxiao City six years ago, in the body of Kylica the Hydra, the scene where he finally confronted Giza. Mobile phone

Same calm and rational, isolated from feelings.

The same body feeling is wonderful, thinking is illusory.

The crime of Hell River is without silence.

Another power surges up.

The star prince stared at the alchemy ball in his hand, feeling the **** at this time.

He could see the internal structure of this alchemy ball: a peculiar energy, wrapped in countless metal discs, spinning docilely and constantly, like a sleeping animal.

He even knew that as long as one of his locks was gently pulled out, the gentle energy would change into turbulent waves, rushing out of the way, releasing the ferocity, and devouring everything around him.

So clear.

So simple.

Tyles raised his head in satisfaction, his gaze slowly sweeping over the assassins in front of him.

The young prince happily stepped forward and walked forward.

As far as he can see, where the alchemy ball is heading, the enemies retreat in a hurry.

Sachel frowned and watched Thales stepping forward: "Hey, you..."

"Don't worry," Thales said flatly:

"It will end soon."

"You are responsible for picking up missing lines."

Sackel's speech stagnated.

A leak?

What do you mean?

He scratched his head ignorantly.

The new vocabulary of the kingdom these years?

"Stay back, Your Highness!"

The brazier is stressed and tense, hissing:

"If you try to threaten us with alchemy balls..."

But Thales chuckled and stuffed the alchemy ball into his arms, then raised the sword instead.

"Alchemy Ball?"

"Am I looking at someone who looks like such a dishonest?"

The drill was taken aback.

The next second, the prince stretched out his left hand, his face turned cold.

"First..."

I saw Thales' palms being opened and closed, as if they were fishing back and forth in the air.

"Be careful with your steps."

He has a cold expression, and the assassins in front of him are ready for battle!

Unexpectedly, nothing happened to the enemies in front of Thales, it was on the other side.

Plop!

With a muffled sound, an assassin holding a chain and tightly locking Yordel's right leg staggered and fell on his back!

"Be careful!" Brazier's eyes drenched, and he cried out.

"That mask!"

But it's too late.

The assassins who locked Yordle lost a corner, and their balance broke.

The mask guard did not miss this opportunity.

In one second, I saw his right leg shake!

The chain that originally tied him bounced like a snake, firmly tied the neck of the assassin to the ground, and then tightened instantly!

Thyls grinned sneer.

He stretched out his hand again and aimed it at the chain that controlled Yodel's right arm.

But the next moment, Thales frowned fiercely, with doubts on his face.

His left hand tightened twice in a row.

Nothing happened.

Yordel is still dealing with the remaining three assassins, and the brazier is still backing away.

It seems...

Thyls sighed.

This ability still needs practice.

"Sackel," the prince calmed down, waved in the direction of Yodel, and re-secured the long sword:

"Help him."

Sackel grunts dissatisfiedly:

"You seem to be talking about "picking up"?"

Thyls snorted softly:

"Exactly."

The next second, Thacker slammed into Yodel's side like a beast, hitting an assassin with his saber!

"Boom!"

One face to face, the evasive assassin clutched his neck and fell under the sword of the penalty knight.

The weapon in his hand can only leave a slight scratch on Thacker's saber.

Tyles is unwilling to be outdone, and charges his sword coldly!

Rush to the drill.

The situation suddenly became chaotic!

"Wait!"

Yanzi grabbed a step in anger and strangled the throat of the fast rope, making him groan in pain:

"They, your attendant is still in my hands, Your Highness!"

"As long as you let us--"

However, in the next second, Thales, who was a few steps away, suddenly appeared in front of Yaozi!

It seemed to have stepped several steps in an instant.

Shocked the brazier into a cold sweat!

"Whh--"

I saw Thales' face unchanged, swinging his sword with both hands, drawing an arc in the air, and taking the heads of the fast rope and the drill straight!

The leader of the assassin holding the fast rope was frightened and angry. He had no time to dodge, so he had to push the fast rope forward and send Thales' sword edge!

Quick rope suddenly burst into death!

"No, no, no, wait, my lord, my lord," he yelled frantically as he watched the sword wind approaching closer and closer:

"I am your loyal and dear--"

But Thales ignored it.

Just keep swinging the sword coldly!

"Huh!"

The sword wind strikes mercilessly!

The drill rolls embarrassingly, able to avoid the sword's edge.

Seeing that I can’t avoid the fast rope of the deadly sword, my heart is cold, and I subconsciously close my eyes, not forgetting to shout:

"—Wya Casso, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Huh!

The sword edge cut the neck of the fast rope!

"Shit!"

Blood shoots.

A head flies in the air.

"Thyls!"

The fast rope screamed desperately, feeling the sharp pain of the broken neck with tears on his face:

"I hate you all--"

At this time.

"Pop!"

A crisp sound.

The fast rope was blocked in his mouth, and he only felt a fiery pain in his face.

Huh?

"Wake up!" Thales said in a cold voice.

"Pop!"

With another slap in the face, Fast Rope finally opened his eyes tremblingly and looked at Thales, who raised his palm in surprise.

Quick rope froze.

"You didn't behead me..."

He twisted his head in a cold sweat, only then was he surprised to find that his head was still on his shoulders!

Gosh!

He is still alive!

Quickline's face turned from crying to ecstasy.

Awesome!

Huh? Then just...

"Pop!"

With another slap in the face, Thales frowned and said: "Wake up!"

"It's not you who turned around."

Quickline lowered his head subconsciously: beside him, another person's head was rolling in a pool of blood.

The head of the assassin who held him before.

The fast rope was stunned.

Weird?

Didn’t the sword just cut me...

On the other side, the embarrassed brazier held a subordinate's arm and looked at the beheaded assassin in disbelief.

Not possible.

What he saw with his own eyes...

The sword of that kid has been cut...

Why is the head landing another goal?

Clearly still so far away...

What the **** is this trick?

"Stay well," Thales pushed the fast rope aside impatiently and raised his sword again:

"I can't cut you down!"

I fell a dog to eat **** on the fast rope and screamed.

"Don't help loosen the tie..."

"Be gentle anyway!"

On the other side, Thaker has quickly solved the two people trapped in Yodel, and the masked guard has finally regained his freedom and is unlocking the chains.

Damn it!

The drill is irritated.

When he turned his head, Thales had already charged again!

"Stop him!"

The drill hissed and ordered.

"Shoo!"

Behind him, an assassin immediately threw an axe from his hand!

Point to Thales right in front of you.

Thyls twitched the corners of his mouth, but only uttered one word:

"Wrong."

They don't know--Thyls thought.

I don't know what I can do now.

In this state of God, he has no calmness, no reason, and never seems to be flustered or impulsive.

He can even feel: Everything around him is in his palm, as close as possible, within reach.

Like...the enemy's weapon.

Thyls watched silently at the hand axe flying towards him.

The next second, that hand axe disappeared into the sky strangely!

Being beside Thales, the hand axe appeared out of thin air again, flying into the distance.

"Danglang..."

The hand axe landed weakly, making a helpless clang.

As Thales said-it's wrong.

Baozi's pupils trembled again.

No.

The moment he shot his hand, he could see clearly that the hand axe could not go wrong.

So this time...

Seeing the strangeness in front of them, the assassins were in an uproar again!

"Nice trick."

Sackel's hand was stagnant, and he watched Thales' performance thoughtfully:

"Many years ago, there was a circus in Yongxing City, and there was a supernatural power nicknamed "Knife Clown". He could conjure flying knives out of thin air, and even fetch things from the air. Even Princess Constance I was amused by him...until the circus provoked a big man and was smashed clean by the blood bottle..."

"Clang!"

Tyles decisively turned the long sword and confronted the other assassin in front of him, blocking the weapon in his hand.

No.

Different.

He knows that this is not a ‘knife clown’.

It's not a simple transposition either.

The next second, Thales’ long sword suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared on the assassin’s chest!

"Shit!"

Under the horrified eyes of the other party, Thales didn't even use the power of termination, just a light push, killing him.

It's so convenient.

Thyls grinned.

This kind of attack will never fail the battle...

It's so convenient.

"Hhoo! Hhoo!" The sound of breaking through the air came.

Thyls waved his hand gently, and the three darts pointed at him disappeared in front of him and hit the wall on the other side.

He raised his left hand again, and the two daggers shot out crookedly, "returning" the assassin who shot the darts.

The prince kept walking under his feet, rushing to Tampa in two steps.

An assassin behind the tavernkeeper was still surprised to find the dagger that he had disappeared out of thin air, and Thales easily pierced his throat with a sword—and that assassin swears before his death that he should have avoided the trail of that sword. That's right.

Unexpectedly, when Thales hadn't expected it, Tampa, who had been languishing, suddenly gave a sharp look. Taking advantage of the moment when another assassin was in a hurry, he slammed the back of his head and hit his nose!

Tampa gritted his teeth and fell back, hitting the assassin's chest with his back firmly!

"It was an orc who did this to me once..."

"Its skull is still hanging in my bedroom now!"

Tampa, who was still hostage the moment before, stood up cursingly, with a fierce look, and a kick as the assassin's neck bone!

Kara!

There was a thrilling sound of breaking and breaking, and Thales frowned.

Tampa spit out a mouthful of blood and shook his head at him: "Don't froze, do what you should do."

Tyles raised his eyebrows and turned around.

On the other side, Thackerel broke through head-on. No matter how many people stopped in front of him, he was not his enemy. After unlocking the chains, Yordel disappeared into the air. Only the assassin's body that fell from time to time was confirmed. The mask guard in the shadow exists.

Seeing that the situation is completely reversed, Yaozi feels that his heart is getting colder.

Thyls is moving forward steadily, seemingly alone, but like a broken bamboo.

The hidden weapon that was shot at him was nothing, and the blade that slashed at him would bend strangely, and the blade that pierced into his body was empty.

An assassin even came to Thales, only to find that the weapon in his hand disappeared strangely.

In contrast, Thales’ long sword is like an unstoppable destiny. Every time it is swung, it will inevitably break through the block, ignore dodge, and aim.

The weird appearance of his body made the assassins frightened.

In a moment, fewer than ten assassins were left.

The drill struggled to bite his teeth.

He knew that he had to make a decision.

Thyls didn't see the increasingly ugly face of Brazier, nor did he care about Sackel's complicated eyes, but felt his new abilities wholeheartedly.

He can easily remove the dagger from the enemy's hand in front of him, like a teacup holding up a desk.

It seems that distance no longer exists for him.

He can even change the position of himself and the sword.

Let it appear where it should be.

He can also transfer hidden weapons shot from a distance, such as the hand axe just now.

Like a fishing line pulling a fishing rod.

As his movements became more and more proficient, Thales slowly gained enlightenment.

Fetching objects from the air, changing shapes and shadows, these are all things to him.

However, there are some restrictions.

The still dagger and the empty throwing ax...

The long sword in the hand looks like my whole person...

The smaller and lighter the target, the closer and shorter the distance, the slower and slower the speed... his ability, the easier it will be.

Good.

"Withdraw!"

The sudden violent drink interrupted Thales’ thoughts.

Yanzi with a grim face strangled Marina, who was struggling, holding her in front of her, retreating again and again.

The gaze he looked at Thales was full of fear.

If this prince has this power...

Then his performance in the pub...

Is it to get us hooked?

"Retreat!" The drill roared.

Tyles squinted and watched the assassins walk back in relief.

Seeing to hide into darkness.

"This is why I hate the game of fox hunting." On the other side, Sackel almost became a humanoid forbidden zone. Wherever he went, the assassins escaped by taking their way:

"They will run."

But they can't run away.

Thyls said in his heart.

Wherever they flee, they are in my palm.

The next second, the brazier holding Marina was surprised to find that Thales, who was five steps away, appeared in front of him in an instant!

Why is he...

It’s too late to think too much, so I repeat the old tricks, pushing Marina as a shield!

"Huh!"

Thyls still had sharp eyes, and the long sword slashed through the marina, who looked at home like death!

The brazier let out a painful cry and rolled out a meter away with blood.

Marina, who was sure she was going to die, opened her eyes trembling, but found that she was intact, and even the rope of her hand was cut open unknowingly.

"You are all right, ma'am."

Tyles reached out to her and sneered: "Look, do you need help?"

Marina opened his arm, got up by herself, gritted her teeth and grunted:

"I don't need you to save me!"

Okay.

I have a bad temper.

Thyls raised his eyebrows:

"By the way, about what happened in the tavern just now..."

However, Marina’s first reaction after hearing this sentence—

"Pop!"

Tyles' face hurts!

"Pervert!"

Marina gritted her teeth and retracted her slap, knocked him away with an elbow, and rushed to find her weapon:

"Asshole!"

Looking at her back, Thales turned around with an ugly face and laughed at himself: "Ah..."

"...No thanks."

He resisted, pretending that he didn't see the "wow" mouth of the fast rope behind him.

Sachel and Yordel were effectively harvesting the lives of the assassins. During the seconds that Thales was delayed, the assassins were almost eliminated, leaving only the brazier that was covered in blood and ran away. .

He can't escape.

Thyls thought so, intending to vent all his grievances just now on the culprit.

He appeared in front of Yaozi instantly!

"Clang!"

The long sword of Thales caught the short knife that the drill had taken out from nowhere, and forced the blood-stained and embarrassed drill to take a step back!

"You can let me go...you know!" The brazier's arm trembled and said grimly.

"Eighteen years ago," Thales replied coldly: "You can also let Hyman Canxing go."

The brazier was taken aback for a moment, then his face became more fierce.

Thyls chuckled and continued to feel the "out of control" magic power, ready to give him the final blow.

Just move the position of the sword to...

At this moment, Thales shuddered suddenly!

Pain.

A pain deep into the bone marrow came from inside the ribs!

Ah!

Tyles deformed with pain, trembling all over, knelt on one knee.

He took a sharp breath!

No, no, no!

He is familiar with this pain.

The assassination in Yongxing City, the resistance to the magic spear under Broken Dragon Fortress, and the blood magician in Longxiao City... have all encountered them.

Although it's not that serious this time.

But there is no doubt that this is...the price of using magic.

At that moment, Thales woke up from a dream, out of that state of God.

This is...

Feeling the throbbing pain in his chest, Thales leaned against the **** sword and looked under his body in disbelief.

This is...I just really...

In a breath, panic, fear, and hesitation, these sensual emotions returned to his brain.

At the same time, being calm, fearless, and resolute, these rational states are no longer taken for granted.

Along with the pain, the dust, the smell of blood, the sound of fighting, the noise, and the dim passage, all kinds of scenes instantly entered his eyes, ears, throat and nose, reminding him of his own situation.

He wiped a handful of blood from his face, only to realize that his whole body was covered in blood, slimy and wet.

Not far away, the heads that were cut off by him, the enemies that were cut down, and the broken limbs were everywhere.

Nearly eight or nine people.

Thyls shuddered suddenly.

This is... I did it?

Yes.

His memory is still clear.

It's just...Looking at those fighting experiences just now, it's like looking at another person.

Another cool version of Thales.

"Thyls!"

An anxious cry came from my ear.

Thyls came back to his senses.

"Huh!"

The wind is coming!

Tyles subconsciously wanted to use magic power, but the deepening pain in his chest made his expression shrink for a while, and he fell weakly.

Oops.

Oops!

"Boom!"

At the very moment, the fast rope rammed from the other side, knocking Thales away from the blade of the drill!

Quick rope hugged him and rolled away a few steps, got up and slapped Thales!

"What's wrong with you?"

Quickrope looked at Thales who was in a daze, gritted his teeth and said: "I was facial paralyzed just now, now I am in a daze..."

"Are you taking drugs?"

At the painful reminder, Thales looked at the fast rope sitting on him in shock, recalling the experience from entering "out of control" to the present.

Magic energy.

Knock on the door.

Toros.

Girl.

Anchor point.

Select.

As in a dream.

"I...I don't know." Thales said in a daze.

Maybe.

On the other side, the drill endured the pain and got up and plunged into the darkness.

When I left, I didn't forget to throw a hidden weapon and shoot them directly!

"Shoo!"

Thyls was surprised, he pushed away the fast rope, and subconsciously wanted to touch the long sword!

But half a second later, the figure wearing the mask suddenly appeared in front of him!

"Ding! Ding!"

The gray dagger danced in the air, with a few metallic sounds, stopping all hidden weapons.

Tyles breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand holding the long sword was no longer tight.

But Yaozi's figure has been submerged into the darkness, without a trace.

On the other side, as Thaker tackled the last assassin, the latter's torch fell to the ground.

The surroundings suddenly dimmed!

Tyles realized that the battle was over.

The pain in the chest caused by magical energy also slowly disappeared.

He just returned to his senses angrily.

There was silence in the corridor.

"Wow," the fast rope exhaled, leaning against the wall in pain:

"Finally..."

On the other side, Marina stared blankly at the dead body, while Tampa sat in the corner, gritted her teeth and tore her clothes, skillfully bandaging her wounds.

In the dim sight, Thales quietly looked at Yordel in front of him, and then at the blood in his body, suddenly embarrassed.

"I...I just..."

But as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

"I know," the mask guard said indifferently, lifting Thales from the ground:

"I know."

For some reason, Thales felt relieved.

He looked at the ground angrily, wiping the blood from his face, still unable to believe the memories he had just received.

Why...

Just when we were fighting...

How can he adapt?

"Happy day, isn't it."

"This is the last one...if not the one that ran away."

On the other side, Thacker picked up the torch, and while Qing Qing lit the results, he said to Yordel:

"I suggest you chase it now, and you will never suffer from future troubles... In the face of the Shield of Deception, only your ability is most suitable."

Yordel turned his head and glanced into the depths of the passage:

"Don't worry, he can't run away."

The mask guard is cold and authentic.

"Let's go," Sackel snarled at him:

"I am here."

Yordel nodded slightly, turned around, and patted Thales on the shoulder.

Thyls gave him a difficult smile:

"Go ahead and do what you should do."

Yordel nodded and disappeared into the air the next second.

The fast rope who looked at one side took a breath.

He covered his mouth with one hand, pointed at the place where Yodel disappeared with a look of horror, his eyes turned back and forth: "He, he...people...ghost..."

Thyls ignored him, just waved his hand indifferently.

"Go find something else to do, fast rope, please."

"Jokes are the least thing we need right now."

The horror of the fast rope froze in his face, turning his head in a quizzical manner.

On the other side, Tampa and Marina both looked at each other hostilely.

But Thales has no time to deal with this.

Maybe Marina's identity is embarrassing, maybe Tampa is well-informed, it's not a good thing to keep them here, but now, Thales just wants to get a good night's sleep.

The Sword of Disaster lost its leader, and suffered heavy casualties. The rest of the Shield of Shadows was destroyed here, and the lack of manpower in the Northland could not set off a big wave, let alone the secret branch still laid ambush on the ground.

The only trouble is probably the fast rope...

He leaned against the wall behind him with a long sword, and sighed heavily.

Oh my god.

Magic energy.

Today, he used magic power for the first time in a sober state.

But...

Even if the degree of vomiting blood was good before, this state was too good, and time and ability were very limited.

Heh.

Thyls snorted, suddenly feeling very tired.

Not just the body.

There is still spirit.

Sachel walked slowly, frowning in embarrassment:

"Hey, kid."

Thyls raised his head tiredly, looked at the burn on the other's forehead, and grudgingly smiled at him: "The beard is well shaved."

"Also, thank you."

But Thacker frowned.

"Your kind of power is not omnipotent, right."

The penalty knight inserted a torch into a corpse and used it as lighting, while he wiped the multi-mouthed saber with his sleeve:

"Otherwise, you used it when you were kidnapped."

Thyls frowned deeply.

Sure enough.

I have to explain to him...

Thyls sighed and pressed his forehead to the hilt.

"Let me guess, is there a time limit, or is it a huge damage to the body?" Thaker leaned against the wall beside him and said lightly.

Thyls sneered slightly, thinking that they probably saw his appearance.

"Sure it."

But Thales was taken aback by Thales’ next question:

"Why don't you save him?"

Huh?

"What?" Thales looked up in surprise.

"In the beginning, you can save Jr. Yodd," Thacker chuckled lightly:

"But you gave up and instead asked me to help him."

The penalty knight turned his head: "Why?"

Save...Yordel?

Thyls tried to recall the experience of God that seemed to be separated by a century, and imagined what he was thinking in that state.

At that time, it seemed that I was trying to disrupt the position of the enemy who locked Yordel, and then...

The sensible, calm, and decisive self...

"Um, maybe you are more suitable? After all, they have three or four people..."

But Thacker shook his head.

"No, I can see that you value him very much and he is very loyal to you," Sackel sighed, knocking on the wall behind him:

"If you can save him, you won't give up easily."

Thyls frowned.

Wait.

"You don't want to save him," Sackel said, looking at the firelight, profoundly and authentically:

"But you can't save him."

Tyers' eyelids twitched:

"What do you mean?"

Can't save him?

Wait.

Just now, I seem to have tried to deal with the second enemy holding a chain, but...

Sackel turned his head and grinned at the prince, his embarrassed appearance and sloppy appearance looked rather ugly.

"The sword."

Sacker said lightly: "He has been holding his right hand."

Thyls moved slightly.

The sword?

His first reaction was to look at Shuri's sword.

But the next second, Thales understood.

After figuring out something, his face turned white and his hairs stood up.

The sword.

Only listen to the penalty knight sighed: "Because of the sword of nothing, the armed anti-devil..."

The sword of nothing.

At that moment, Thales's breathing trembled.

What did he say...

"So your ability has no effect on the chain of his right arm." Thacker said lightly.

Tyles opened his mouth with difficulty:

"Sacuel, you..."

The penalty knight lowered his head against the wall and chuckled: "No wonder, I've seen something like this before... Your Royal Highness Thales, did I call the wrong name?"

Thyls stubbornly turned his head like a rusty clock, and stared at him in a panic.

He knows...

I saw Sackel smile sincerely, full of apologies:

"Please understand, child."

"This is not a personal grudge."

At that moment, looking at the other person's smile, Thales suddenly felt his hair stand upright!

The crime of Hell River in his body increased instantly!

It seems like the most terrible threat.

Danger, danger—it seems a voice warns him like this.

Next second.

Tyles' expression shrank, and he reacted spontaneously without a teacher, and the muscles of his legs and waist became tense!

He leaped out of this corner!

"Huh!"

The wind blows the face, the sting hurts!

In an instant, an avalanche-like blade scraped Thales' hair, taking away a few strands of hair~IndoMTL.com~ Dang! "

The saber hit the wall.

Stone chips are everywhere!

Thyls trembled in disbelief.

He got up in embarrassment and pain, staring at the person before him in shock.

It was the murderous Sackel who stood up with the knife, looking at him with a complicated look.

The opponent's saber is slashing where he was just now.

It's only a minute.

"Hiding beautifully."

"Qiang."

The penalty knight frowned and pulled out the blade, seemingly dissatisfied with the result of the slash.

Their movements even attracted the three people who were wary of each other on the other side.

"Sacker..."

Thyls was not shocked, he was holding the long sword firmly, and his breathing was trembling:

"What are you doing?"

Maybe...

Maybe he was trying to test his skills?

Look at your martial arts?

It must be... like this?

Thyls thought so, feeling his thoughts trembling.

Until Sackel turned around and answered him blankly:

"Correct...error."

One second.

Two seconds.

"Why?"

Thyls looked at him blankly.

Sackel shook his head, his eyes were compassionate, but infinite murderous intent was hidden.

"You know why, kid."

"As I said, this is not a personal grievance."

The penalty knight silently looked at the boy in front of him, slowly raising the knife, his chest surged with excitement and melancholy.

Don't worry, Your Majesty Eddie, Your Highness Midil.

No matter how many years have passed.

Errors will be corrected.

I will defend our kingdom to the death.

The same as before.

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