Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 164: Are you crazy?

"When I was young, when the Earl of Brisbane told me, I always thought it was just a legend."

"It will not be more real than the queen of the sky, than the statues of the gods in the temple."

Moral looked at the latter with complicated eyes that Thales had never seen before.

Thyls recognized the expression.

That's the look on Jr. Quill Barney's face after Semir's vow failed.

Lost, empty, painful, regretful.

Also with a bit of confusion and helplessness.

"However, the story passed down from generation to generation in our family is true..."

He stared at the young man, his head shook slightly, his chest rising and falling.

It's like never knowing this companion who once lived and died with him briefly, adventuring back and forth.

The different king who had the same fate with him.

Faced with Moral's crossbow bolt, Thales could only bite his lower lip.

At that moment, it seemed that even the pain in the chest was no longer important.

What can he say?

What should he say?

"...The disaster is people, or monsters that look like people."

Moral's eyes stayed true to the target, and the crossbow bolt in his hand trembled slightly.

"They breathe like us, eat the same, walk the same, and live in every corner of the world. They act like we do."

He murmured subconsciously, in a vague tone.

It seems to be retelling an old story long ago.

"But they are not us after all."

"They will eventually tear off their masks, reveal their original form, and begin to destroy and slaughter."

Tyles subconsciously tightened his chest fist.

Moral's brows slowly tightened, and he took a step back, seemingly unable to believe what he was facing.

He clenched his teeth, took a few breaths, and the scene flashed through his mind:

"That's how you are, isn't it?"

"Like just now?"

Thyls, who was leaning against the wall, was silent for a while.

His face was gray and pale, and he didn't get any better under the red flame.

They are not us after all.

They will tear off the mask eventually.

Tyles faintly remembered every time he lost control and knocked on the door, remembered the dream of Thales who seemed to know everything, and the consequences he faced every time he came back to his mind.

"I don't know."

It took a long time for Thales to use a tone like in a dream, sad and authentic:

"Even for me, this question is full of mist."

Moral was also silent for a while.

In the deep dungeon, only two people's breathing can be heard for a moment.

Until Moral sneered in the air.

"So, in the disaster that King Nekaru fought against...Which one are you?"

Thyls was slightly lost.

Just listen to Moral’s most solemn and jealous tone, biting his words:

"The King Disaster?"

"Bad disaster?"

"Blood disaster?"

"Secret Disaster?"

"First disaster?"

Moral's expression becomes grim every time he says a word.

These phrases only appeared in the legends of the Walton family, but he never took it seriously.

Disaster.

Listening to these strange and strange terms, Thales frowned slightly.

Until Moral held the crossbow in one hand and bit out the next sentence:

"Or are you simply the leader of the plagues—'God Buster'?"

God busters.

Hearing this familiar nickname, Thales' chest hurt again.

The young man stopped looking at Moral, he lowered his head, half relieved, half lonely, and said: "Neither."

"I am..."

"Newcomer."

Moral paused for a moment.

"Ha."

His shoulders swayed slightly, his laughter was sad, and even the flames and crossbows were trembling.

"So you are like the Blade Guard, and there are newcomers..."

The words are slightly ironic.

In a mood that doesn't know what it is like, Thales tried to curl his mouth.

"Yes."

"Magician, disaster."

As much as he thought about it, he was a little distracted, his tone lost:

"Everything is like a nightmare, no matter how much smile you usually squeeze, how much courage you muster..."

"But in the dead of night, when the dream returns at midnight, it will always come back to you—"

Moral's crossbow machine trembled slightly.

"Enough."

"Disaster."

He interrupted Thales and stared at him, his eyes were strange, the corners of his mouth were cold, and his hands were bulging:

"Do you know that no matter which temple it is, even the dilapidated and declining church is warning every King Exter: the disaster of extinction will finally come back, destroying us like the final empire? "

Thyls didn't look at him, just closed his eyes:

"I..."

But Moral was not going to let him answer.

The son of Nunn gritted his teeth and opened his mouth. The fingers pinched on the crossbow arm desperately suppressed the complex emotions with nowhere to put it:

"You know that every Walton has been taught since he was a child, what kind of horror and despair, sacrifice, and casualties did Nikaru and his peers in the Battle of the End miraculously reverse the cold wind. Defeat the scourge of madness and evil and build Exeter?"

Thyls didn't open his eyes, he managed to pull the corners of his mouth:

"Really."

The prince of stars felt that the blood in his nose had stopped, and the strength of his whole body slowly recovered under the slow infiltration of the sin of the prison river, and the pain in his chest was gradually relieved.

At least, he should be able to stand up by himself.

But for some reason, facing Moral who looked at him angrily, facing the seemingly shaky time crossbow...

Thyls suddenly lost the motivation to stand up.

This is disaster.

It’s me.

And own future.

He thought gloomily.

A long-lost pleasant female voice rang from his ears.

[You are going further and further down the path of misfortune. 】

[Magician, this is not a gift or a blessing... it is a curse and bad luck. 】

Listening to Moral’s hateful and heavy breathing, at that moment, Thales suddenly felt...

So tired.

It's like having a long dream that exhausts your energy.

He is a little...don't want to stand up anymore.

[So, this is our end. 】

In the dungeon, the torch exploded another spark.

"Is that you?" Moral asked coldly.

Thyls still closed his eyes:

"What?"

Moral looked at Thales, who looked sad, and the anger and doubt in his heart burned at the same time.

"Six years ago, in Longxiao City...the legendary monsters would not appear for no reason."

I saw Moral gritted his teeth:

"Tell me."

"My father's death, including your secretive'Destroy Half of Dragon City'..."

"Are they all related to you?"

Unconsciously, he raised his tone and emphasized his tone:

"Look into my eyes and tell me!"

Tyles' eyebrows trembled and opened his eyes subconsciously.

He looked into Moral's eyes blankly.

The anger, pain, hesitation, bloodshot eyes.

Thyls' thoughts slowly drifted away.

Floating back to Longxiao City that night.

Ah, yes.

Broken eaves.

Mottled broken walls.

The dead silence everywhere.

Those... things he thought he could leave behind.

He trembled all over, but this time it was not because of pain.

It was because his heart suddenly tightened.

Because of the facts that cannot be avoided.

One second later, Thales uttered the word blankly:

"Yes."

Moral's arms are getting tighter.

"That night."

"That disaster, and Kilika the multi-headed snake," Thales said with a trembling expression against the opponent's eyes:

"They will go to Longxiao City and kill so many people..."

Thyls closed his eyes in pain:

"It's all because of me."

"Me."

Silence.

For a while, even Moral's breathing froze.

Da la!

The sound of torches falling to the ground.

The next second, Thales only felt his neckline tightened, and the whole person was lifted up by the furious Moral with one arm and pressed against the wall!

Boom!

The young man hummed and endured the stagnation in his chest. Suddenly his jaw hurts-the time crossbow has been pushed onto Thales’ chest by Moral, pointing directly at his head, and the protruding arrow tip is touching Tai Pears’s skin was tingling.

Thyls has never seen Moral like this.

The latter has a grim complexion, heavy breathing, clenched teeth, and the muscles on his arms and the veins around his neck are very obvious.

Like a furious lion.

Like... the former king of the North.

"How dare you!"

Moral growled in a low voice, and Thales felt the former's muscles tremble.

He grabbed the boy's collar with his left hand, and held the crossbow with his right hand and shoulder.

The strings on the Time Crossbow are extremely tight and ready to go.

Choose people and eat.

I saw Moral's volcano-like hatred and anger firmly pressed down:

"You damn...Do you know what kind of sin you are carrying and what kind of disaster it will bring?"

But Thales just looked silent, letting Moral threaten his life in a daze.

"Why do you dare to approach them?"

"How dare you approach Longxiao City, approach Exter, approach father, approach...Alex!"

Moral's teeth rattled and his eyes were red.

"Close to her country, her people!"

"My people!"

Molar was shaking all over, almost out of control.

"Take your own bad luck and ominousness, and bring them the misfortune of the Scarlet Year!"

"Do you know that your existence is the source of all disasters!"

There was another pain in Thales' jaw, and he felt it: The tip of the crossbow bolt was trembling and had pierced his skin.

Alex.

The name is one step faster than the crossbow arrow, and it pierced into his tranced brain.

No.

He was talking about...her.

Little slippery head.

In the imaginary memory, the Mingli girl with pin-nosed glasses turned around, covered her lips, and looked at him with a touch of surprise and indescribable eyes.

[You want to take me away? Take me back to the stars? 】

At that moment, his almost lost thoughts became clear.

Tyles took a breath from his teeth, ignoring the pain in his jaw, and said forcefully:

"I know."

Moral still tensed his nerves, glaring, as if to pull the trigger next moment and pierce Thales' head.

Just listen to the young boy bitterly and authentically: "I know better than you."

"Actually, I know better than everyone."

"From that day on, what happened around me...I know all about it."

In the shield area, every pair of eyes can't breathe.

Under the hydra, every one cried and fleeing.

In Longxiao City, every cold and dead body.

And I could only kneel in the middle of the road, holding the only warm life in my arms, tears streaming down my face, shivering.

He clenched his fists.

These belong to him...

His blood debt.

It is because of him, it is the consequence of the accumulation of every choice in his life.

It is something he must face up to.

It's not just a simple sentence "I didn't mean this" or "I have no choice," or even "it's not my fault" to blame others, or the more disgusting sentence "a pity but a necessary sacrifice" that can be forgotten. The responsibilities and burdens that can be avoided with peace of mind.

At least, he can't.

"I'm sorry," Thales closed his eyes tightly and spoke softly with a heart full of loneliness and sorrow:

"Sorry."

Moral's breathing got worse.

Tyles' neckline was pulled tighter, and he could even feel a drop of blood flowing from his neck under the threat of a crossbow bolt.

A long time ago, Thales thought about a similar scene.

But in those assumptions, he faced a large group of people, a whole world, no matter whether they knew it or not, they all blurred their faces, facing being a monster, facing countless disasters He pointed.

Now, he thought--he was very lucky.

Isn't it?

Thinking of this, Thales felt relieved.

He opened his eyes lightly and looked calmly at Moral before him, watching the anger and sadness accumulated in his eyes.

Moral...

He thought lightly.

I don’t know...

When this brave prince who uses a smile to cover up the weight and humor to cover his sorrow, when he walks alone step by step on the edge of the world, floating on the edge of the cape...

When he looked at the direction of the north, where he felt complicated, and at the hometown left behind...

When he got news of the disaster in Longxiao City and his father died suddenly...

How do you feel?

"Go ahead," Thales calmed down completely, and smiled from the corner of his mouth: "I'm ready."

The opponent still has red eyes and stares at Thales.

The anger in his eyes is unabated.

This reminded Thales of the moment he opened his eyes in the desert.

At that time, it was this red-haired fast rope, blinking curious and excited eyes...

Thinking of this, Thales sighed slightly:

"End this and leave."

"Go back to your life."

"Quick rope."

He spoke softly.

At that moment, Moral trembled slightly.

His left arm tightened, and with greater force, Thales was pressed to death on the wall, while his right hand was shaking and pulling the trigger of the black crossbow.

Tyles closed his eyes.

Waiting for his ending.

Next moment.

"Boom!"

Thyls just felt a shock on his right cheek!

Before he could figure it out, the whole person flew out against the wall after a while!

Fall to the ground.

"Ahem..."

Thyls hummed painfully, his head humming.

He first felt a numbness spreading over half of his face. After a few seconds, it turned into a fiery pain, making him grin.

Tyles climbed up tremblingly, trying to see clearly in front of the stars.

How...

The next second, a hard object was inserted into his left hand.

Thyls was surprised at first, and then realized that this was the hilt.

Soon, his right arm tightened and he was torn up!

Take a thick and broad shoulder.

An arm was put on his waist, supporting him abruptly.

In astonishment, Thales shook his head desperately, shaking away the sky of Venus.

He was surprised to see:

I was leaning on the shoulders of the fast rope, high and low at the time, being supported by the latter.

From the perspective of a teenager, I can only see the side face of the fast rope, without real expressions.

The crossbow arrow in the latter's hand was long gone, replaced by the torch that fell to the ground.

"You..." He only had time to utter a word, and the cheek that was punched by the quick rope hurt.

"Shut up," the fast rope interrupted him mercilessly, gritting his teeth, vaguely revealing his instability and hesitation:

"The enemy is still there."

He held the torch and shivered all over his body, shining ahead:

"Go to a safe place."

Thyls was stunned.

"But..."

"Shut up!"

Quickrope turned his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at him viciously, his tone was full of the roughness and rudeness characteristic of Northlanders:

"Don't force me to beat you again! I still remember those two slaps!"

After speaking, he didn't even look at Thales, turned his head to himself, and he could still recognize the complex feelings in his breath.

Thyls looked at his profile blankly.

The flames flickered and the air was quiet.

An unspeakable taste came to my heart.

The prince lowered his head, gritted his teeth, dragged his weak body, leaned on the shoulder of the fast rope, and kept pace.

The two left Marina behind, who was unconscious, breathing quickly and slowly, and then quickly and slowly.

They are not fast, but very calm.

The two walked a distance in silence, stepped over a few corpses, and finally came to the rotating stone steps and began to climb.

The scene was immersed in this peculiar atmosphere for a while~IndoMTL.com~why. "

In the silence, Thales couldn't help it anymore, and said silently in the ear of the fast rope.

"You clearly know..."

The fast rope raises the torch, turns a corner, and clenches the teeth.

He knows what the other person wants to ask.

"Why are you—"

"How do I know why!"

Quickrope replied rudely. The heavy tone and the evil attitude gave Thales the illusion of returning to the Northland.

He paused, struggling with all his heart:

"Just treat you like me... crazy."

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