Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 199: Get out of prison
"Uh, no?"
The young man asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
This time, Ricky obviously didn't want Thales to answer.
"Barney's power of ending is known as the'melting of the glaciers' that is known for taking advantage of the trend, but can you feel any'homeopathic' existence from his battle?"
The melting of glaciers?
Follow the trend?
Wait.
Hearing familiar terms, Thales was dumbfounded.
The melting of glaciers, isn't this... the flower of the fortress six years ago, the end power of Sonia Suthere?
She and Barney have the same ending power?
But Barnetta...
The leader of the Sword of Disaster turned his head and looked at the tightly guarded Barney in the distance, and said Thales’ voice:
"He is such a cruel man, isn't he?"
Ricky looked at the faint figure of Barney with some emotion:
"Dragging such a body, you can still seize the opportunity to force me to be that way."
Thyls paused a little, thinking of Barney's battle.
The prince is full of doubts: He can't take the fortress flower, the heroic and heroic female soldier Sonia who is still able to survive under the endless siege of Giza, and forgot to die, carrying blood and brutality. Barney broke the enemy together.
Ricky turned his head and continued to ask: "Do you know Barney? What kind of person do you think he is?"
Barney, what kind of person is it?
Thyls suddenly remembered how the other party was desperately trying to stop himself.
The young man was about to answer, but suddenly realized that he could not give his opponent more information, so he couldn't help but silence.
Kreich didn't care, lowered his head to ask and answer:
"I will guess"
He raised his right hand and slowly tapped his finger:
"He should have had complete knight training when he was young, from his footsteps and heel habits."
"But he has become what he is now, daring to fight his own life, just to strike an effective kill at a dangerous and dangerous moment."
Ricky's eyes narrowed:
"It’s not a coincidence: He must have experienced something unforgettable when he was young, so that he decisively and resolutely gave up the orthodox swordsmanship he was used to, and finally the soldiers went dangerously and completely changed the style of play. Sacrificing everything as it is now, just for one victory."
Tyles listened to his seemingly wise analysis, while recalling Barney's unusual battle, trying hard to keep up.
Ricky raised his head again, looked at Barney, and said with emotion:
"Even the melting of his glaciers has been greatly affected, I can hardly recognize him."
Thyls raised his eyebrows:
"But you still recognize it."
Ricky shook his head, showing a mysterious smile:
"You didn't hear my point."
As Thales touched his head ignorantly, Ricky sighed, as if talking to himself:
"I think, Quilbani, his young experience is probably not very good, even withdrawn, indifferent and gloomy."
"And his tragic experience in the past ten years has shaped his extreme, fierce, and vicious fighting style, not only against the enemy, but also against himself. I think he is probably tenacious and stubborn in life. In the end, even a bit of a dead brain, not getting along is like his end power."
Thyls thought of Barney Jr. in prison, and of what happened to the royal guards in the past eighteen years, without speaking.
Ricky put away his sighing expression and smiled:
"You said, am I right?"
Tyles looked at Barney in the distance, then looked at Ricky suspiciously:
"You heard from Semir. They are old acquaintances."
Ricky laughed at the words.
But he just continued to turn his head, and pointed to Thaker who was walking beside Semir.
"Sakeel, the famous penalty knight, what kind of person do you think he is?"
Sackel.
Thyls thought of him painfully preventing Barney from committing suicide.
Ricky should be thinking back to the scene where Thaker rushed to him before, and said in a daze:
"Semir told me about his power of ending, and I have also seen it. That guy is a huge army with a complete range of arms. Everyone is at a loss and confused."
"What's rare is that he can move around freely and without stagnation between the movement and the quiet, and he still has the leisure to think about things other than battle. God knows when he put the oilcloth on me."
The Chaos Army.
Thyls whispered in his heart.
This time, he subconsciously thought: If I want to imitate the power of ending...
"To achieve such a result, he must observe the smallest details on the complex battlefield, be cautious, put everything into his eyes, know the enemy in a flash, make accurate judgments, react immediately, interact physically and mentally, and take care of the enemy and ourselves. What a genius is this coherence."
Ricky said with emotion:
"If he is not a fighter, he will definitely become the best chess player, multitasking, quick thinking, far-reaching consideration, and the overall situation."
"And our conversation proved it."
Thyls frowned.
He listened to Ricky's evaluation of Thackerel, and he seemed to slowly catch the other party's meaning.
Ricky took a sip of the water bag, and then tossed it to Thales indifferently:
"So I guess, in his daily life, he is a cautious, comprehensive, sensitive and considerate person, a person who can commit his life."
But Ricky sighed immediately:
"This is probably also unfortunate: Compared with Barney, who sacrificed everything for one victory, he worried about too many things and cared about too many factors. His omnipotence and genius became his curse and burden. "
"But he obviously doesn't like complaining and venting. He just acts silently and shoulders his strength. People who are burdened with too much will always stagger. Over time, they will either become steadfast and hard to extricate themselves, or become crazy and violent, unpredictable. "
Listening to his narration, Thales was secretly surprised.
Before Ricky... knew Thacker?
Ricky finished speaking and smiled:
"Look, through the power of ending, I can understand a lot of their things but why?"
Thyls frowned and shook his head:
"This must also be what Semir told you that you collected the target's intelligence in advance."
Ricky chuckled.
In Ricky's laughter, Thales pursed his mouth.
"All right."
The young man turned his thoughts, and dug out a long-lost figure from his mind:
"If... I mean if, if there is a powerful warrior in the extreme realm, he has a rare end power..."
Ricky listened to Thales with interest.
"...it can allow him to change the momentum and posture he has exhausted, retract this sword, stab the next sword, make multiple feints or fake moves, and deceive the enemy between unpredictable and unpredictable Through this, what can you recognize?"
After Thales finished speaking, he remembered the man who beat him to the ground countless times in the past six years.
I also remembered...
Longxiao City.
"Fake? Oh, that's unusual."
Ricky was taken aback after listening to the narration, and he rarely thought about it:
"Almost every fighter has been taught: to attack decisively, to defend firmly, to be steady, to be focused, to act out in one style, never to be intent. If you are on the battlefield, you must swing a sword and expect to take it back. Move, find a better posture. People like this are usually recruits and die the fastest."
Ricky raised his eyebrows, not sure:
"But your friend, maybe he is a very special person, maybe he is another kind of genius, he turned his disadvantage into an advantage, and one more chance to repent than the enemy."
Tyles drives away the memories and looks at Ricky seriously:
"Then do you think he is...what kind of person?"
This time, Ricky pondered for a long time.
"I am confused if I want to guess."
Huh?
Thyls was taken aback again.
Confused?
Ricky nodded and speculated:
"Retract this sword and stab the next one. I guess such a person may always want to do things better. To some extent, he is a person who pursues perfection."
"So this kind of person... I'm afraid he will not live too comfortably. I can hardly imagine that when he faces himself alone, he will not feel lost and confused."
Thyls blinked in disbelief.
No way.
That dead face...confused?
Thyls couldn't help but automatically evolve into a scene where Nicolai stood in a big city, facing the busy traffic, staring at the map blankly, holding his head dumbfounded.
Confused?
Or, the meteorite stood in front of the neon lights in the night, looked up at the sky, and took a melancholy puff of smoke in the breeze and whistle.
Thyls slapped and hurriedly covered up with a cough.
"Impossible." He subconsciously said.
No way...
The picture is too beautiful.
The painting style is clear and strange.
Don't dare to look, don't dare to look.
Ricky looked at Thales and laughed.
But he smiled for a few seconds, then suddenly put away his expression:
"Do you think this is funny?"
Talston froze.
Ricky’s tone was quite formal. For a moment, Thales thought he was back in the classroom, whether it was the classroom in broken memories or the classroom in reality.
This made Thales subconsciously put away his smile, and sat up in a precarious manner.
"The power of ending in each person is unique. It is formed in the long-term life and battle of the user, and gradually becomes one. It is closely related to their personality, experience and habits, inseparable even if the same kind of ending The power of power, in different people, will become very different."
Unique.
The same kind of ending power will be far apart...
Tyles listened carefully, and immediately remembered the melting of the glaciers on Sonya and Barney.
Ricky’s tone dropped:
"In this way, the style of the end power and the characteristics of the users match each other and echo each other, reflecting their understanding of fighting, themselves, and the enemy. It is a unique emblem imprinted on each fighter. ."
Imprinted on every soldier...
Unique coat of arms?
Thyls immediately remembered the subject of their conversation, and doubts arose from the bottom of his heart:
But the crime of Hell River, the so-called omnipotent ending power...
Ricky looked at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, and his tone was sharp and determined:
"And you, with a few minutes or even a few seconds of observation and contact, you can perfectly present every battle, every life and death, every experience accumulated by countless masters in their lives. The great power that their character, experience, body and even enemies and opponents have shaped together?"
Thyls was stunned.
Character, experience, body...
Even enemies and opponents...
Ricky squinted his eyes:
"When you are fascinated by imitation, the biggest mistake you make, Thales, is to use the power of end as a tool that is disconnected from the warrior himself. You think of the power of end as a few A platter made up of pieces of lifeless parts. You think you can take away this part at any time and ignore the other part. You think you can just choose their advantages and ignore their shortcomings."
"You think you can only imitate the strong benefits of the soldiers at this moment, and easily throw away the sweat and the price they have paid in the past decades; you think you can only remember what you want to imitate now State, regardless of how they changed from the past to the present."
Tyles frowned heavily and began to think about Ricky's words.
Ricky leaned forward and stared at Thales, his tone even sharper:
"Do you know that even the most desperate death squad in the Western Wilderness battlefield needs Chakajiu's help in a suicide charge?"
"But Querbani, this noble-born guy, did it so easily. This meant that he had to skim under the sharp edge of the sword countless times, and hone his skills between winning and failing. Spirit, abandon the hesitation of pros and cons, seize the momentary opportunity, and turn it into a normal state, to achieve him today."
"So his melting of glaciers, his kind of power and fighting, I can imagine, but I can never learn: because I can't feel the horror of the moment, I can't practice that kind of determination. The way he plays, he can’t reproduce his fighting with distinctive features."
Ricky's eyes flashed, and he was determined:
"So, no, Thales, the power of ending is not a force, nor a weapon, nor a state."
"It is the soldier himself."
Thyls shook slightly!
From Yongxing City to Longxiao City, and then to the Western Wilderness, although Thales himself awakened the crimes of Hell River and practiced swordsmanship, in fact, he always had the power of ending in his heart. A disapproving attitude.
It's very simple. What Ashida once said affected his judgment: The power of ending is nothing but a subsidiary product created by the wizards for the knights. In this world, forbidden magic represents the supreme knowledge.
What's more, after experiencing the magical energy, even after experiencing the "knocking" and entering the "thing" stage that Toros called...
But until now, Thales suddenly understood, and he forgot.
Forgot the teachings of the old crow and his own experience:
Humility.
Yes, magic may be all-encompassing, all-encompassing, seemingly vast and intoxicating.
But the power of ending...
According to Ricky, it is much more focused and simpler than magic.
Because it is the soldier himself.
Thyls meditated.
Ricky's words continue, one sentence is more severe.
"In other words, Thales, your current Hell River sin is a true portrayal of yourself."
"I only know how to imitate according to circumstances, and I cannot find an unshakable self."
However, Ricky’s next sentence is like a long sword, piercing his heart:
"This is the power of your end, but also the current you: being forced to move forward, being dragged forward, with no goal, no direction, swaying left and right, drifting with the flow, and even..."
At that moment, Ricky's anger was wide, as if to see through Thales' soul:
"No self."
Thyls was stunned.
It was quite interesting when he watched Ricky rely on his observation of the power of ending to speculate on the characteristics of Barney, Thacker, and even Nicolai.
But when it's his turn...
Thyls took a deep breath.
If his crime of Hell River is him.
The young man bowed his head blankly.
No goal, no direction?
Swing left and right, go with the flow?
No...self.
Ricky didn't notice Thales' abnormality, but the young man was in a daze, and he could only hear his own breathing.
He has always been...this way.
Until Ricky spoke again, his stern tone brought Thales back to reality, which seemed to have blown through the cold wind:
"The omnipotent ending power? Imitation? No, it is far from being as beautiful as you think."
"If you are not me, if you don’t know my character, if I am aggressive or cautious, don’t know if I like to stab or slash, you don’t know my habit when fending off enemies, don’t know that I hold a sword I don’t know which muscles I used to make the sword, I don’t know the situation and history of my past battles, I don’t know the life and past that I have experienced, and I don’t know why I formed such an end force..."
Ricky’s eyes are getting more and more terrifying, as if looking at the unbearable shame, as if Thales had committed a heinous crime:
"Then, you can't imitate the most important and most essential thing in my power of ending, the things that make it ‘the reason’ to me."
Thyls, who had just thought about a certain sentence, could only listen in silence.
"If you have not experienced the life of a penalty knight, you can’t just get the multi-tasking power of Saker and ignore the terrible burden he bears every moment. You haven’t seen Barney’s world. There is no way to only enjoy Barney’s terrifying lethality while ignoring his tragic price of breaking the boat."
Ricky snorted coldly, reprimanding mercilessly:
"No matter how exquisitely imitated the crime of Hell River, its products can only be inferior products, which are nondescript dross."
Inferior products...
Non-descript...
At that moment, Thales looked into Ricky’s eyes, and suddenly felt that his long-standing impression of the power of the end, the pride and pride of the sins of the prison river, were all blown away at this moment. .
No, maybe it's not just the end power.
And...
Tyles clenched his fists subconsciously and clenched his teeth.
He himself.
Ricky looked at Thales, who was slightly depressed, and shook his head slightly:
"More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore these, it is equivalent to the end power you have condensed with your life on others, for each of your imitation objects, against each of your opponents, and even It’s because you lack the most basic things..."
In that second, Ricky straightened his posture, his eyes were extremely serious:
"Respect."
Lack of...respect?
Thyls was taken aback by his attitude.
But at the same time, the boy couldn’t help but start thinking: Hei Jian, the imitation and copy he taught him for six years, the so-called "omnipotent ending power"...
Could it be...
Not a good thing?
Ricky’s tone can almost freeze the entire dungeon:
"You are not imitating at all, you are plagiarizing."
"For the plagiarist, the sword in his hand or in his heart will never be his own. The fake you imitate is just fur, and the most important core will always be missing."
"You can never become those great fighters who have internalized the power of end in life."
Ricky finished talking and stared at Thales motionlessly.
Waiting for his response.
Thyls didn't speak.
He doesn't know how to respond.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that the boy took a hard breath and asked:
"So, the so-called ‘omnipotent end power’ of Hell River’s crime is actually nonsense?"
Ricky snorted coldly.
"No," he leaned forward and gently raised his index finger to Thales: "This is true."
"But your path is wrong."
In Thales’ confused eyes, Ricky spoke softly:
"The meaning of imitation lies in understanding."
"Understand your opponent."
Understand?
Thyls blinked.
Ricky looked around, tilting the corner of his mouth slightly.
"I don't know Barney, I don't know Thacker, I don't know your confused friend."
"But I can understand them from another level through the feeling of their power of ending."
Another level?
Thyls thought hard.
The eyes of the leader of the Sword of Disaster flickered:
"For example, through analysis and speculation, I can know..."
"In the face of Barney, I may not be able to recklessly fight for the sword that he sacrificed his life, but must use other factors on the side to delay, disrupt, and frustrate his attack until I finally defeat him."
"In the face of Sackel, I can’t compare with him in perfect overall considerations. I can’t even hesitate or think too much, but must devote myself to my strongest point in order to break the face. , Fang has the power to fight."
While speaking, Ricky suddenly stopped.
Thyls, who is humbly obedient, has doubts on his face.
"So that's it, ha," Ricky suddenly tapped his palm. He looked at the directions of Barney and Thacker separately, as if he understood something:
"Barney vs. Saker, it will probably be a good matchup."
Ricky dissipated his excitement and turned around:
"In the face of your confused friend, my best choice is not to confront him directly, not to cooperate with him, not to procrastinate with him, not to deceive and feint to find me The opportunity of weakness is to conceal oneself, hide motives, and before he has time to react, he will kill him in the back or even secretly, breaking the enemy in an instant."
Thyls frowned.
But Ricky immediately turned his head:
"But do you know..."
He stared at Thales deeply:
"These, you can do better than me."
Thyls's heart moved.
Ricky sighed:
"My power of ending has its own characteristics, and the style of facing the enemy has become a certainty, so that I can play my strongest point."
"But you, Thales, your Hell River’s crimes are constantly changing. Through so-called imitation, through short-term contact and observation, you can do more, understand, and master. More detailed, faster, better, and better than me to understand your opponent."
Understand my... opponent?
In contrast to Ricky's example, Thales chewed on the meaning of this sentence.
"The power of ending is one of the most magical powers of mankind. How many masters have gone through countless and painstaking efforts to achieve such an achievement?"
Ricky seems to be very moved.
"The imitation of Crimes of Hell River is not to simplify this process, on the contrary, it is to better grasp the opponent’s process, and then better adjust and gain yourself, to increase your advantage in the battle. Your response will give you a choice."
Thyls' eyes lit up:
"You mean...I am not trying to copy the opponent's advantage, but to find my chance of victory?"
Ricky smiled.
The surprised young man recalled the masters who had "seen" through the crime of prison river before:
The volcanic eruption in Arakmu's body fluctuated.
The flower of the fortress fills the body with colorless but firm strength.
Nicolai was covered with erratic silver needles.
Raphael's body is grayish.
Thyls suddenly understood.
He didn't want to become them.
Instead...
Beyond them.
"Through the imitation ability of Hell River’s crimes, you can infer his experience, characteristics, strengths and weaknesses, grasp the most essential and pure parts of their respective martial arts skills, and turn them into your advantage against the enemy. , Instead of skipping this step lazily, the delusion directly becomes themselves, copying their achievements."
Ricky imaginarily touched Thales with his finger:
"Remember, the point is how you are, not how strong your opponent is."
"It is about gain geometry, not how much to imitate."
"Mastering this, you will be able to find a way out in every situation, and find a solution when dealing with every powerful enemy."
Thyls shook slightly.
It's like, in his mind, something that has been blocked for a long time has been opened up.
Ricky squinted at Thales, whose eyes became clearer, and the sternness on his face slowly melted away:
"The ever-changing advantage of the crimes of the prison river does not allow you to become all opponents in a fake and real way."
"It is about allowing you to face all opponents calmly and fearlessly."
Ricky took a deep breath, looked at Thales, whose expression was already different, and sighed softly:
"This is the true ‘omnipotent ending power’."
Thyls stared firmly, nodding slightly with a serious expression.
"I understand."
"But..."
Thyls hesitated for a while, but still asked:
"Why tell me this?"
Ricky stared at him without speaking for a moment.
But not waiting for Ricky to answer...
Boom!
A slight shaking came from under his feet.
Everyone moved their expressions.
Including Thales.
After a few seconds, the rumbling ceased and everything fell silent.
Thyls looked at his feet in surprise.
This is...
Feeling the sudden lightness of the soles of his feet, Thales' complexion sank.
The platform...stopped.
At that moment, everyone on the platform stood up, causing a small commotion.
"Ricky,"
A few seconds later, Clay walked slowly holding the torch, and said solemnly:
"We are on the ground."
Ricky nodded and waved.
The Swords of Disaster all started to take action, ready to go.
Thyls looked around subconsciously and found helplessly that he and his companions were still prisoners.
"Why tell you?"
Ricky turned his head and stared at Thales, seemingly meaningful and authentic:
"I said, honey, you have a key..."
"Can open a door that we have been waiting for."
The key?
Thyls frowned:
"Has anyone ever told you~IndoMTL.com~The way your **** talks, looks like a temple sacrifice?"
Ricky was taken aback for a moment.
But he smiled immediately.
"Yes, yes."
While Thales was stunned, Ricky raised his head and looked at the ceiling that was already close at hand, as if he had seen the world outside.
Just listen to his loud order:
"Everyone prepares, the release day is here."
"It's time for the prison of bones..."
Under the gaze of all the mercenaries, Ricky's eyes condensed into sharpness:
"Say goodbye."