Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 162: Evil flower and evil fruit

The penalty knight's offense was launched without warning, his figure and the sword wind pressed together!

Tyles instinctively raised his sword to block, holding the enemy's saber amidst the sound of steel clashing.

"Clang!"

Sac'el's slashing angle was tricky and extremely old, and Thales was struggling, only to feel slippery in his hands.

Fortunately, the silver-edged long sword collected from Ricky has done a great job. Its excellent feel and balance prevent Thales from getting rid of the weapon at the first blow.

But the other party did not give the prince a chance to breathe, and Thacker immediately let go of his saber and bullied him forward.

He pointed his right palm into a knife and pierced Thales in the throat!

Tyles raised his leg and retreated, trying to force the opponent back with his sword.

But he soon realized that he was wrong—the penalty knight's offense was much more than that.

"Boom!"

Thyls, who was retreating, only felt his forefoot shook. He was already tripped by the opponent, and the trajectory of the sword was crooked!

Damn it!

Thyls, who lost his balance, tried his best and turned his head in the palm of the opponent!

Sackel’s nails rubbed the prince’s neck, causing a tingling of shock.

But it's not over yet.

"Huh!"

The penalty knight took a saber in his left hand, and shook off Thales' crooked blade with his backhand, dragging a string of sparks to the prince's forehead!

Thyls, who was falling to the ground, had no time to dodge, watching the blade attack!

The blade wind was piercing, and the crimes of the river of prison rushed to his arm.

The next moment, the prince in midair gritted his teeth and raised his elbow, pulling out a non-standard weird "iron body style", with his left elbow resting on the opponent's right arm, and pushing himself away with the strength of the opponent!

"Shit!"

The blade made a strong wind, wiped Thales's scalp, and took away a small piece of skin.

Plop!

Thyls fell to the ground in pain.

He didn't have time to think about it, and turned his arms sideways, welcoming each other's legs heavily on the ground!

"Boom!"

The beating experience in the age of beggars and the private vengeance of the meteorites in Longxiao City saved his life: Thales shook his elbow before his chest and abdomen, and rolled out.

Until he hits the wall.

The first round of the match ended here.

Sac'el frowned and threw away the nicked saber, and turned to look for a new weapon.

Tyles stood up tremblingly with the sword.

The young man was panting, cold sweat and pale.

Damn it!

He grinned, his left arm was numb and trembling from the pain, indicating that the prince had just been injured.

More than that.

Tyles touched the blood on his neck and the missing scalp on his forehead, painful.

The throat, forehead, waist and abdomen.

Just now, three times, he almost...

Thyls looked at each other, gritted his teeth bitterly, and was terrified.

In just over a second, the opponent made a forward cut, straight jab, tripped leg, back cut, and kick.

Saber, palm, leg.

Front, back, up, down.

At that moment, Thales even felt that he had been attacked by several people.

This is not the sudden change of Nicolai, nor the unstoppable unstoppable impact of Kingdom Wrath, or the hard-to-force collision of the Fire Knights, and it is not Yodel’s deadly silence. A shocking blow.

It's a deadly siege between lightning and flint, launching at the same time, killing every opportunity and leaving no dead ends.

Tyles took a breath, but shivered again and again. He only felt pain in his lungs. He didn't know if it was the internal injury just now or the sequelae of magic.

The prince twisted his face and looked at the penalty knight in disbelief.

In such an attack, let alone counterattack with the twist of fate, he couldn't even defend a round!

If it hadn’t been for years that I had developed an excellent resistance to pressure under the oppressive attack of the Meteorite...

If it hadn’t been in the desert, I had experienced the unrivaled power and desperate attacks of the orcs...

If it hadn’t been for him to watch countless battles in the extreme realm that were quickly won...

"Northland military swordsmanship, right?"

Thyls was slightly startled.

Sackel picked up a fighting axe from the ground and turned his head and grinned:

"I remember that there is a set in the royal treasury, which is the'seven three' version handed down from the empire-seven sets of offensive and three defensive styles."

Instead of in the Tower of End, the version of "Nine One" inherited from the Knights' Temple.

Sacker's heart is filled with a faint nostalgia:

"When I was a penal officer, Tony occasionally used a few tricks from the inside to grind the restless rookies, very useful."

Tyles looked at the Anti-Purpose Knight solemnly, eagerly thinking about ways to escape and protect himself.

Sackel observed Thales, and he found that there was only jealousy and dignity in the boy's eyes, but no fear and cowering.

His gaze flicked over the wounds on Thales' neck and scalp, approving.

Although there was only one face to face, the penalty knight knew that he hardly kept his hands on the attack.

Four attacks, three killer moves, all deadly.

However, this child, no matter his size or strength, experience or skill, is more than a step behind him...

Sackel stared at Thales.

Although very rushed and embarrassed...

But the child still found a way, abruptly caught the attack, and miraculously survived.

Also, stood up again.

This is not as simple as luck.

The penalty knight tried the fighting axe in his hand and thought to himself.

Look at his actions and reactions, it's like...

It's like he has long been accustomed to powerful enemies, accustomed to fighting at a disadvantage.

Get used to looking for a chance in a losing duel.

Get used to fighting with swords under great pressure.

Get used to struggling against the current and desperately to survive.

On the other side, Thales had blood on his hands, and sadly discovered that his intention to enter "out of control" again would always be accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.

Magic... It seems that you can't count on it.

Have to think of another way-Thales thought, standing up with difficulty and regaining his posture.

Sacele raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's also the military swordsmanship of the Northland.

It seems that he can't do other swordsmanship...

Wait.

This reminds Sackel of something, and his eyebrows move.

He looked at Thales again.

"Your actions..."

Sachel squinted.

As the prince of the Star Kingdom, he does not have the slightest traditional fighting style of the stars.

On the contrary, the child's actions are simple and rough, with a direct and clear purpose. He is neither constrained to fine molding tricks, nor obsessed with fancy stances, nor does he have creed habits and stereotypes.

Every sword, every step, and every action he makes is more like the accumulation of experience and instinctual comprehension of fighting, or being beaten.

Plus the habit of fighting against the trend...

Thinking of this, Thaker suddenly realized.

That's it.

"Exter." The knight said lightly.

Tyls raised his eyebrows.

The penalty knight showed a complicated expression:

"Your battle is the style of the Yankees."

The group believes in actual combat, despise training and moves, and think that "good fighters are beaten out" and rude.

So, this child's excellent anti-stress and survival response in the battle originated from here.

I don't know what Saker thought of, he chuckled slightly:

"It's no wonder that it's so heavy."

Tyles' face went dark.

The Yankees...

Beat.

He thought of the meteorite.

That damn, nasty, dead face that "you owe me a girlfriend".

Beat?

Thales snorted in his heart when thinking of the endless abuse and abuse the other party had launched in the name of training.

Forget it.

On the training ground, the dead face only beats him again and again, never corrects him, and seldom explains—if ridicule and satire are also explained—not to teach.

Tyles argued for geological reasons, and when he asked him, the meteorite would always have the stink of "You weak chicken knows what a fart".

Then proceed to public revenge.

Beat harder than last time.

It's a pity.

With countless thoughts turned in just a few seconds, the penalty knight looked at the boy and shook his head slightly.

He has already started.

If he grows up a bit more, is more proficient, and has more experience, he will go a step further, reborn, and start to learn to turn the first line of life and death into victory...

Thinking of this, Thacker's face cast a shadow.

It's a pity.

He is going to stop here.

He must die here.

This is the only way.

The next moment, the penalty knight raised his weapon again!

"Is that you?" Thales hissed.

"A traitor to the Royal Guard?"

Sac'el's axe gave birth.

He looked at Thales, a cold look appeared in his eyes.

"So when you swing your knife at me, you have no regrets, no hesitation," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:

"Because the vows you made to Semir were farts?"

At that moment, Thacker's figure shook in the air!

Thyles was taken aback.

The penalty knight stepped back, covering his forehead severely, closing his eyes in pain.

"Shut up!" Sackel closed his eyes and growled.

At this moment, Thales didn't know whether he was talking to himself or someone in the "other world".

I saw Thacker trembling:

"Everything will end soon."

"End..."

"No more...nightmares."

He gasped in pain.

A few seconds later, Thacker replied calmly.

He slowly let go of his hand and looked at Thales coldly.

"Please be relieved, Your Highness."

The knight moved forward again, making Thales nervous again:

"After your misfortune, I will take full responsibility for the crime to comfort you for the injustice you have encountered here."

His dull voice became sad and sullen:

"And your secret will be buried here, without damaging your reputation."

Comfort my injustice?

My reputation?

"So it's really you, isn't it?"

Looking at the other person’s sad and generous expression of ‘good for you’, Thales sneered:

"The famous knight and nobleman from the age of empire, Saker?"

But Thaker stopped answering, he took a step forward.

Thyls, who failed to communicate, let out an annoyed breath, and pulled back his iron pose.

"Hey, you, stay away from that boy!"

The sudden shout broke the confrontation between the two.

Sackel and Thales turned their heads.

I saw the owner of my tavern, Tampa stood on the other side of the corridor, clutching his newly bandaged arm, and said viciously:

"Didn't you see it, if it wasn't him just now, we'd all be here!"

The three rescued hostages noticed here.

Not far away, Marina retrieved her double swords and looked suspiciously at the confrontation.

Quickline blinked his eyes for unknown reasons, pointed at Thacker, lip-synched, and silently asked Thales: I thought... he was on your side?

Thyls smiled hard.

He used to be.

Now, he is probably more willing to kill me.

Sachel snorted and turned to the tavernkeeper.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

Wait.

Thyls moved in his heart.

He remembered what the other party had just said.

[And your secret will be buried here, without damaging your reputation. 】

Buried here...

That means...

"In the desert, you better respect the savior..."

Tampa is still going on. He gritted his teeth and said to the restless Zackel:

"So you leave the kid alone..."

But before he finished speaking, Sackel gave a sharp look and shook his axe!

"No!"

Thyls stretched out his hand subconsciously and yelled:

"Be careful--"

At that moment, Tampa only saw the man with the branded head stretch his arms!

In the whistling of the wind, the fighting axe shot out sharply!

"Call—"

The wind is violent, go straight to Tampa!

No, no, no!

Thyls stared at the axe, almost crushing his teeth.

The tavernkeeper was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't react at all.

Until the axe wind hits his face, he will crack his forehead by sight.

But the next second.

"Call—"

The axe echoed.

The fighting axe is strange...

disappeared.

Leaving the axe wind in confusion, sweeping across Tampa's forehead, blowing his forehead.

The tavernkeeper shook his whole body before subconsciously raising his hand to block him.

"Boom!"

The sound of the axe hitting the wall was heard, bringing with it the sound of countless stone chips falling.

Sachel frowned fiercely and looked to the other side.

There, Thales clutched his chest tightly, panting in pain.

And the fighting axe was stuck on the wall beside the prince at the moment, the handle of the axe trembling slightly.

"Run..."

Tyles stared at Tampa in shock, feeling the sharp pain in his chest that almost cracked after subconsciously using magic power.

He lay down on the ground, painfully squeezing out a few words to the hostages:

"Quick, run!"

"Separate..."

"Run..."

On the other side, Fastrope stared blankly at the vibrating axe, then at the murderous Sackel, and stared at each other with Marina.

One second later, Tampa recovered.

"Crazy..."

He looked at Thacker in anger.

Tampa glanced at Thales, then turned around without hesitation, and ran towards the darkness: "Hold on, Wya-or some other name-I will go to the ground to find a helper!"

"And you die here, madman!"

The curse in Tampa is getting less and less.

Sackel watched the back of Tampa go away, stagnating for several seconds.

He frowned and asked Thales: "Why."

"As long as I kill him here..."

He didn't continue.

But Thales knew what he was going to say.

Just kill him here...

You will have less trouble.

If you can escape.

Tyles climbed up the long sword in a daze, just as if someone was cutting his chest.

The cost of forcibly using magic power seems to be...

Very serious?

"Not why."

He gasped in pain, every breath seemed torment.

"I just...From the drill to Ricky, to you, I just...I'm just fed up with you guys, and I will kill with a knife at every turn..."

Thyls raised his head and said with difficulty:

"Scum..."

Sachel frowned.

Tyles turned his head and looked at the blood everywhere he had left behind in a state of loss of control, remembering the enjoyment of the killing by the Swords of Disaster, remembering the indifference of the Shield of Shadows to the killing, and resisting the discomfort in his heart.

"If you don't agree, kill."

Thyls stood up shaking, shaking his hand, motioning for the fast rope to escape quickly.

"Slightly offends, kills, defeats the goal, kills, conflicts of interest, kills, for the sake of confidentiality, kills," Thales sneered sarcastically:

"Including you, Saker, in order to correct the mistake and kill."

The penalty knight's complexion became a little sullen, and the guilt brand on his forehead reappeared.

"Kill, kill, kill, it seems that only killing people is the solution to the problem."

Tyles hissed in pain, rubbing his chest desperately to relieve the pain.

He only felt that he was about to collapse under the dual effects of pain and resentment:

"It seems that all your life is an absurd drama staged for vampires. Only by resorting to violence, decisive killing, showing blood, can you win applause and cheers and prove that you are the damned and handsome Only the protagonist who is decisive and decisive can win a longer and more popular stage career in the adoration of vampires."

Sackel didn't speak, he just clenched his fists.

Thyls tried his best to endure the pain, and said intermittently:

"Don't you know that depriving lives and killing the same kind is the most pressing choice, the most difficult burden, the final choice..."

"Are you encountering the ultimate problem that you think you can't solve. Is it the most cowardly, the most evasive, and the most irresponsible answer after you completely surrender to all the possibilities of this world?"

The fast rope didn't leave, his eyes were full of depth as he looked at the star prince.

Marina originally seemed to want to escape, but she eventually stopped and looked at Thales in a daze.

She suddenly remembered that day.

That day, she shivered and hid in the distant crowd, looking at the stage, her grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, grandmother...

And her brother looked desperately at the thick rope around his neck...

Until the messenger orders...

Marina closed her eyes.

Tyles took a deep breath and felt the pain in his chest healed a bit. Then he wiped his sweat lightly and said with a sad smile:

"Even people who live in the desert know that bloodstab lizards devouring their kind is the most creepy thing..."

At that moment, Sackel seemed to think of something, his face pained.

Thyls sneered.

"It's not ashamed to take the initiative to choose this path. If it's not forced by circumstances, you will probably be a failed coward."

"Because you are helpless in this society, and the relationship between people is stretched, because in the chess game of life, you have failed to the point where you have no choice but to overturn the chessboard. ."

Thyls took a difficult step forward.

"Are you a coward," he raised his sword and pointed at his opponent:

"Sacker?"

Sackel took a deep breath, his face struggling.

But after a few seconds, he regained his calm.

This makes Thales terrified.

"I'm sorry, my lord," the penalty knight's voice trembled slightly:

"But you, you must die here."

The voice just fell.

"Boom!"

Thyls's heart shuddered, and he saw Thacker kicking a half-sword in an instant, grabbing it in his hand, and rushing towards him at high speed!

The prince roared and forced himself to shake off the iron pose with pain.

Seeing that he will meet again with Thacker.

If no one intervenes.

"Clang!"

The sound of the steel clash!

Tyles only felt a flash of light, and the figure of the fast rope appeared beside him, hammering the penalty knight with a hammer!

Sac'el was only slightly stagnant, his right hand holding the hammer flipped quickly, and at the same time he felt contemptuous.

The strength is good, and it seems to be trained.

He looked coldly at his sullen face, as if trying to stop his fast rope.

Just too stupid.

Rushing recklessly from this angle...

He just needs to make a few adjustments and he can—huh?

The next second, Thales was surprised to see that the fast rope, who looked at home like death, suddenly changed his expression and raised his left hand!

A lot of sprinkles—dust?

Thyls was dumbfounded.

"Ah!"

The penalty knight was covered in dust.

He covered his eyes, yelled and backed away, the blade of his right hand slashed back and forth, obviously resentful!

But Thales just stared blankly at the successful fast rope, letting him pull himself away.

Sprinkle, lime?

You obviously have superior arm strength and use the hammer so well, but you have to...

Are you a prince...Ahhh...it hurts...

Thyls broke off his thoughts and covered his chest.

"Quickly, quickly...we..." Quickrope threw the hammer to the penalty knight, nervously unable to explain, half-supported and half pulled Thales to escape.

Until Thacker's sword crossed them again.

"Using dust..."

Sackel put down his left hand, and Thales was surprised (unfortunately?) to see that the part of his eyes was well protected by the palm of his left hand, and there was no dust.

But the penalty knight has long lost sight of the previous atmosphere and sadness, leaving only hatred and anger:

"This is what I left after playing at the age of six!"

The penalty knight stabbed with a sword, full of anger!

Tyles gritted his teeth, pushed a step away from the unarmed fast rope to support him, and held the long sword.

But at this moment, there was a sound of wind behind Thacker!

"Clang!"

The penalty knight turned around with a sword and cut off a flying torch!

Sparks splattered, causing him to frown.

Seeing the helper, Thales and the fast rope were both surprised.

It's Marina.

I saw the female swordsman in red holding her double swords and looking at Saker with hostility.

"Listen, the surname is Canxing." She gritted her teeth half hesitating and half pain:

"You saved me once."

She mentioned something and threw it far to Thales.

Thyls hugged him in a hurry, only to realize that it was his bag.

I don't know when Marina was recovered from the bodies of the assassins.

"But now."

Marina dignifiedly looked at Saker in front of her, and threw off the offensive: "I don't owe you anything!"

Tyles hasn't reacted yet, just staring blankly at the rucksack in his arms until the fast rope pushes him.

"Run for your life!"

The female swordsman left her last sentence, and she kept walking, bullying her body forward, phantoms with her two swords, and a quick sword attack!

Point to the penalty knight!

"ding, ding, clang..."

In two seconds, Sackel had to step back.

Thyles and the fast rope, who were ready to run, were afraid after a while: She is so powerful?

But the good times didn't last long. The penalty knight's next sword was like a wild horse, but it accurately stabbed Marina's left hand in the phantom of the two swords!

Marina cried out and let go of her left sword.

Thyls felt sad.

"After the death of'Heart in the Rain', double swords are no longer popular."

The next second, Sackel stretched out his left hand and clasped Marina's right hand!

Threw her last sword to the ground.

"I was once fortunate to meet her and wanted to challenge the legendary storm sword that broke through all defenses."

Marina gritted her teeth and wanted to kick her opponent, but Sackel did not move, like a okay person, using her right elbow to kick her kick!

Sac'el looked at the double swords on the ground and shook his head with a tut:

"Unfortunately, she was already sick and so weak that she couldn't even lift the cup."

Sachel clasped Marina's neck and lifted the struggling female swordsman in midair!

Thyles felt anxious:

"Now!"

The fast rope on one side is still ignorant. When it doesn't react, the air in this small world seems to be rippling slightly.

The next moment, a grey blade stabbed out of the air mercilessly!

"Should--"

Go straight to Thacker's back!

"Ah!"

Sackel's earth-shattering roar, Marina was thrown away severely by him, and she fell beside Thales.

And the penalty knight, like a violent cheetah, quickly turned around and cut out with a sword!

But only an arc can be drawn in the air.

The gray blade is gone, only the bleeding wound on Thaker's back proves its existence.

Until the other figure appeared in front of the knight, his right leg kicked straight, hitting Thaker's chest firmly!

"Boom!"

The penalty knight cried out and drew it back, embarrassed.

Falling into a **** and ruined place, stirring up countless dust.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand, and together with the fast rope, helped Marina, who was seriously injured, up, and smiled at the figure that appeared.

"Ah ah ah--"

In the dust, Thaker hummed lowly, not knowing whether he was suffering or angry.

"Ha."

The knight lay on the ground and said in embarrassment: "I have grown old and regressed in these years..."

"Or are you stronger?"

A hoarse voice came from the other side, deep and simple:

"Maybe both."

Sackel laughed bitterly.

"So, you can't kill people, he talks so much," Sackel let out a sigh of emotion with emotion:

"Just to give you a chance?"

"It's a tacit understanding."

He took two deep breaths, his muscles tensed, and he sat up slowly.

Staring straight at the masked figure before him.

"You shouldn't have come back so early." Thaker said coldly.

On the other side of him, Yordel, who had gone back and forth, threw off the blood on the Supreme Sword, hoarse and authentic:

"I shouldn't let you out."

The penalty knight and the mask guard looked at each other silently for three seconds.

Sackel smiled.

"Why can't you be smarter, boy," the knight sighed and stood up:

"Just leave that child's side once..."

"Wait until he finishes gracefully, then come back."

The wound on his back no longer bleeds.

Sakeel spoke, looked at Thales, who was in poor condition on the other side, and narrowed his eyes.

Thyls sneered at him, then nodded to Yodel.

Yordel also glanced at the prince in the distance, nodding slightly.

"I left him once."

The mask guard retracted his gaze, opened his left foot, and held the gray short sword in his back, making preparations for battle.

His words are extremely firm:

"That was the last time."

His figure gradually disappeared, and his voice echoed like a wave.

Sakeel watched the dark purple mask dissipate in the air, his eyes faint, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"For the sake of the past, I don't want to hurt you, Jr. Yodd."

"Don't force me."

Yordel's answer was like gold in the air:

"Same feeling."

Sacuel pursed his lips.

Tyles looked at the disappearing Yordel, smiling.

Yordel did not leave.

Like he said.

He is always there.

Sackel was silent for a few seconds.

"You didn't ask me why I did it."

Sacuel glanced at Thales, looked up to the surroundings, his face gloomy:

"So you know too, right."

"You already knew."

I knew it for a long time.

There is no answer in the air.

Quick rope winked at Thales and told them to leave quickly, but Thales just clutched his chest and shook his head decisively.

No.

Wait a little longer.

As long as...

A little while.

"But does King Kessel know?"

The penalty knight’s voice suddenly rose, and there was a sense of chill: "Does Lord Hansen know? Does Master Vitano know? Do the six guardian dukes know?"

"Does the stars know?"

Yordel still has no words.

Sackel picked up an axe and pointed at Thales angrily:

"Do they know that the evil flowers of many years ago have produced evil results?"

Thyls's heart shuddered!

Evil flower.

Bad consequences.

"What are you waiting for?" Marina pushed Thales away and stared at him fiercely: "Don't go yet~IndoMTL.com~Waiting to die?"

Thyls still shook his head, his brow furrowed deeper, and the palm of his chest tightened.

A little while...

Just fine!

"No, sir."

Yordel's hoarse and simple response came from the air:

"The only evil flower and evil fruit here..."

"Only you."

The next moment, Sackel roared again and rushed towards Thales!

Quickline and Marina are both surprised!

Almost at the same time, Yodel's figure appeared to his side!

"Go!"

This is the shortest reminder for mask guards.

Tyles clenched his teeth.

In front of his eyes, Thacker's unstoppable figure is getting closer and closer, and Yordel's gray dagger moves forward fast.

He released the hand that was pressing on his chest to relieve the pain.

He knows what to do.

The next second, Thales raised his arms without warning, and in the surprised expressions of the latter two, went around the necks of the fast rope and Marina, and put them on their shoulders!

He closed his eyes.

Come on.

Select.

"Boom!"

Sac'el's axe hit the ground fiercely!

Even cracked a floor tile!

Aroused countless stone chips.

Yordel came afterwards and pierced his left arm with a sword!

But Thaker has no time to take care of the masked guard of both an old and an enemy.

He widened his eyes and clenched his teeth.

I don't know when it will start...

In front of his eyes.

Thyls, Fastrope, Marina, three desperate people.

Already...

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