Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 200: I am not a demon either

This is a small piece of sand.

It is located in the middle of several sand dunes of different sizes, sleeping quietly and silently under the bright sky.

Until all the gravel on the sandy ground began to tremble slightly.

Boom.

With a muffled sound, an irregular surface suddenly arched out of the center of the sand.

Boom.

In the muffled sound that came one after another, countless gravel fell from the gradually arched plane and plunged into the dark hole exposed under it.

The falling gravel rustles.

The plane several meters wide continues to rise, revealing its dark gray essence.

Ten seconds later, a figure covered with sand holding a torch took the lead in reaching out the dark and mysterious hole.

The figure patted the sand off her body and looked around.

He turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold the second person, and pulled the latter out of the hole.

Then the third, the fourth...More and more people crawled out of this hole.

Dozens of people.

Until a thin figure appeared from a hole in the ground, was pulled out and set foot on the sand.

"Cough cough cough..."

The gray-headed Thales took off the towel, coughed up dust and sand in pain, and patted off the gravel.

The temperature of the cold wind and the smell of sand before dawn attacked his senses at the same time.

Make him shiver for a while.

Familiar but unfamiliar.

Thyls stretched his waist subconsciously but felt for a moment. Only then did he remember that his dagger had been confiscated by Ricky.

Behind the young man, Tardin, Brie, and Cannon were escorted out one after another with their hands tied tightly.

Sacuel, Barney, and Belletti are even more miserable, even blindfolded and watched by Clay and Josh themselves.

The fast rope seemed to be regarded as an insignificant handyman. He moved a mercenary's equipment and equipment recovered from the battlefield. From time to time, he asked for help and glanced at Thales.

The brazier was also blindfolded, and was pushed out rudely under the guard of two mercenaries.

Everyone came to the ground one after another.

"Here...this is not the prison of bones?"

Stepping on the incomparably kind sand under his feet, Thales cruelly ignored the sad eyes of the fast rope behind him, and while clearing his embarrassment, he tried to observe his surroundings under the faintly bright sky:

"Not even...Janya camp?"

The yellow sand around him surprised and terrified him.

Ricky turned around under the shimmering oriental sky:

"How..."

"Do you think we will return the same way?"

Ricky threw away the torch in his hand and shook his head sarcastically:

"The entrance to the Bone Prison-I guess it was already surrounded by people from the secret department."

Thyls sighed in his heart.

The prince hugged his arms, rubbed his body suddenly caught in the cold wind, and looked around suspiciously:

"Where is this?"

"Not far from the Bladeya camp," Ricky raised his head under the gray sky and looked at the familiar small row of forts in the distance:

"But it just happens to be visible."

Tyles squinted his eyes and looked at the blade tooth camp that seemed to be in front of him, feeling depressed.

In the desert, "just to be able to see" is equivalent to "walking for a whole day."

So, what will happen to them next?

"What are you waiting for?" Thales asked, rubbing his hands.

This time, Ricky just glanced at him coldly:

"Timing."

The timing?

Thyls frowned.

Amid the howling of the cold wind, Ricky looked up at the sky, then turned and ordered:

"Everyone, check last."

"We are leaving."

Ricky walked past Thales, who was thinking hard, and walked towards Semir who was standing in a remote place.

He stared at the tightly tied guards in the distance, and lowered his voice to Semir:

"How is it?"

Semuel avoided the crowd, glanced at Thacker, and shook his head:

"They refused to join."

Ricky frowned and exhaled.

"Barney?"

Semir gave a soft snort, seeming to be particularly upset:

"Especially Barney, that guy has a tougher temper than a rock."

Ricky stared at Barney, who was blindfolded, and tweeted softly:

"But it is him who has the secret of military swordsmanship in the North."

Semir's eyes lit up:

"Then is he?"

Kreich shook his head disappointedly:

"The melting of glaciers."

The two were silent for a while.

Ricky glanced at the subordinates who were doing the final check and preparation behind him, and made a slap in the direction of Thacker:

"I have been trying to convince their chief if he agrees first..."

But Semir shook his head decisively.

"It's not Thacker," Ricky was a little surprised by the determination in Semir's tone:

"The key is not in Saker."

Semuel looked at the thin, thin figure behind him with a complicated expression.

"They are only loyal to him."

Ricky followed his vision and saw that the young man with a broken body, a tired face and a bruise on his chin staring down at the sand on the soles of his feet, muttering something.

"He?"

Ricky was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on Thales for several seconds.

"You told me that you could make them fight each other," Ricky turned around, his expression serious:

"What happened afterwards? The kid appeared and you all kneel down together?"

What happened.

Semil was silent for a while.

Naki and Nai, who could not sleep, appeared before his eyes.

And the smile of that boy.

My already, the side of Emperor Anxi...

"Nothing."

Semir raised his head, throwing away his memory, trying not to look at Thales:

"He is just... very convincing."

Feeling the alienation in the other's tone, Ricky raised his brows.

"Ho."

Very convincing.

Really.

He gave Semir a deep look.

"I'm very curious about one thing, Semir," Ricky's words made Semir tense, and this Krasu narrowed his eyes:

"Before we arrived, did you ask: Why did the penalty knight kill that child?"

Semir's breathing is slightly stagnant.

Why?

He was silent for several seconds.

Ricky approached him slowly:

"Is there something you haven't told me yet?"

"Maybe...about the royal family?"

Looking at Semir's expression, Ricky laughed slightly:

"Well, I know you may still be unable to let go of the vows back then, I fully understand this..."

But Semir took a deep breath and interrupted him.

"Sackel did that--"

Semil looked at Ricky seriously:

"It may be because...he is really crazy."

Really crazy?

Ricky frowned and looked suspicious.

Semir lowered his head unnaturally:

"You have seen that too, Sackel yelled and killed him a moment ago, but he came back to help them a moment later-I think he should be crazy."

This time, under the dark but bright sky, Ricky stared at Semir for a long, long time.

And Semir did not look up.

"Oh, crazy," Ricky's eyes stayed away from each other, but his tone was strange:

"No wonder it's so difficult... to communicate?"

He still observes Semir's expression.

Semir coughed and suddenly spoke:

"Listen, you want the secret of Barney's swordsmanship, yes, if we can take the kid away..."

At this moment.

"Hey, Ricky! Uncle Ricky? Ricky is stupid?"

Ricky and Semir turned their heads and were surprised to see Prince Thales raising his hand high in the crowd and shook them.

Little... dumb?

"Um, can we take a step to speak?"

Thyls' shaking hands and shouting loudly attracted the attention of many people. Marina behind him even put her hand on the hilt of her waist.

"You said...take him away?" Ricky glanced at Semir, sighed and walked back:

"I think so."

Ricky came in front of Thales and resumed his calm and slightly humorous look: "Your Highness, don't tell me you want to find a quiet place to pee."

"Because you can solve it on the spot-we don't mind."

Unexpectedly, Thales smiled, showing a row of teeth:

"I suddenly thought of a question about the disaster of qi—he went to the Tower of End with you, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, the mercenaries who had been busy with each other were quiet.

Many people look to this side.

Ricky's face changed.

He turned his head and said to Semir with a gloomy expression:

"Watch them well."

After saying that, Ricky grabbed Thales's shoulders and was extremely rough, dragging Thales to a quiet corner away from the crowd.

"Ah, oops, light, light...I'm still young...you can't..."

"Okay, okay, I just don’t resist, don’t try harder..."

In the sound of Thales stumbling all the way to protest, Ricky threw him away.

"Give me a reason not to stun you." Ricky said coldly.

But Thales just patted the sand on his body, panted and shrugged.

"The dragonbreaker is still something, that is what the disaster of qi wants, right?"

Thyls smiled and said:

"Your performance in jail makes me feel...you don't have that desire for this matter."

Ricky's expression has a subtle change.

"And what you want is a black sword with the sins of Hell River," Thales's tone was formalized:

"Yes, I know, that weapon was brought back by the black sword."

Ricky's eyes widened a little.

He stared at Thales for three seconds.

"My dear, I found out," Ricky's tone probably matched the temperature of the desert night:

"You are more cute when you listen carefully."

Thyls showed his teeth helplessly.

The teenager looked back at the crowd and scratched his hair:

"Those names."

"The names you mentioned, they took me some time to think back and forth, but..."

Ricky narrowed his eyes.

Tyles turned around, took a deep breath, and said solemnly:

"The Jagged King was the king of the north who died in a heroic battle against the ancient orcs before the kings;"

"There is an empire-era drama about how the black knight was judged for committing the killing of the lord;"

"Solon Tann is the name of the Tann family in the Northland. They were deprived of the Willan collar for their intent to murder the king and removed from the ten grand dukes of Exeter;"

Every time Thales said, Ricky's expression sank a little.

"As for Qiu Krasu, he is the one who rebelled against the Tower of End and built the Sword of Disaster over a hundred years ago."

Thyls finished the last sentence.

Ricky looked at him and snorted softly.

This kid, maybe Semir is right.

Thinking of this, Ricky said:

"Correction, we do not call it a disaster..."

Tyles interrupted him again with a voice:

"According to you, they are all people who have awakened the sin of Hell River, right?"

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

"You once said that the power of ending is me," Thales took a few deep breaths:

"But it seems that every master of Hell River’s crimes is not very good."

"Including the black sword."

This time, Ricky stared at him deeply, as if he had found something extraordinary in Thales.

"I have a few friends who once practiced in the Tower of End, they told me," Thales tentatively said:

"The biggest difference between the Sword of Disaster's ending power and theirs is to surrender to the worst things in power-madness, violence, pain, even the opponent can feel it."

"Is it because I think too much?"

Thyls paid attention to the other's expression:

"Or should I abandon the crime of Hell River?"

Crazy, violent, painful.

I don't know whether the "Tower of End" or the "Sword of Disaster" stimulated his nerves, but Ricky's expression became difficult to look at anyway.

"Your friend must be extraordinary," Ricky was silent for a while before speaking:

"It is important to know that our group of people is the secret scar that the Tower of End will not want to uncover."

"Also, correction, we are not called the Sword of Disaster."

Thyls could not help sighing when he heard that the other party was changing the subject:

"I have seen how you fight, and you can't deny it: you fight like beasts."

Ricky sneered and shook his head:

"Then you should know that our power is stronger than the average end swordsman, and there are fewer constraints."

But Thales did not buy it:

"What you taught me today, as well as what you said, look forward to my arrival in the ‘true world’ one day."

"Will it eventually turn me into that beast?"

Ricky hummed uncomfortably, waiting to answer, but he suddenly remembered something.

"Strange."

Ricky raised his eyebrows:

"Why do you talk so much suddenly?"

Tyles was slightly stiff, he looked behind him sneakily, as if afraid of being seen, and then embarrassedly raised the thing on his right hand:

"Because...this?"

Ricky saw what was on Thales' right hand.

It's a cold-blooded dagger.

It seems to have been confiscated by him before...

Ricky's face changed drastically!

He subconsciously lowered his head and touched his arms:

"When did you steal—"

Ricky couldn't finish this sentence.

"Shit!"

In the next second, a grey blade that he was so familiar with protruded from the air, like a battleship breaking through the wave, piercing Ricky's left forehead, and piercing his head!

Huh!

The gray blade pulled out his head, bringing out endless blood!

The sand splashed scarlet.

"Ricky!"

Tyles gritted his teeth and ran a few meters to the side. Before he had time to say hello to the dark purple mask that appeared again, he heard the mercenaries watching here in an uproar and exclaimed.

"Enemy Attack!"

Under the bitterness of gritted teeth, Josh roared and drew his sword, and brought several mercenaries to the black figure that suddenly appeared!

"It's him again!"

Kray smiled furiously, and also came with a few people:

"How the **** is this..."

But the next moment, Clay noticed something was wrong.

"Boom!"

With a heavy sound, Josh only felt a pain in the back of his head, and his whole body fell back and forth!

The three mercenaries next to him turned their heads subconsciously and saw that the embarrassed prisoner who was still hanging his left arm splint had already squeezed into them!

Clay lay on the ground and turned his head tremblingly.

He desperately saw Saker, who had been free from restraint and regained his freedom, knocked down three people lightly and quickly-or only one person, because the other two stunned each other inexplicably ——Across his body.

Sacuel limped towards the place where Ricky and Thales were, leaving only one light-hearted word:

"The fourth time."

Clay took a painful breath.

No...

When did they loosen up...

Not far away, Brie, who was also out of bondage, roared and knocked a person into the air. Barney Jr. knocked over the mercenary guarding him with a head hammer. Tardin chopped off an axe and threw it to Belletti. Cannon throws a throwing knife from nowhere...

The ranks of mercenaries are suddenly chaotic!

Josh, who was rushing forward, turned his head in surprise, and found that at some point, the prisoners of the guard had all broken free. They took advantage of the shock caused by Ricky's fall and quickly broke through the siege and turned with Thales!

No.

They are...

"Shoo!" There was a sharp sound!

Josh lowered his head subconsciously, only to find an arrow shot into the sand at his feet.

"Why didn't I shoot...you are a fake..."

On the other side of him, the fast rope banged the time crossbow in his hand in desperation.

But after finding three people surrounded by him, the fast rope immediately burst into death and rushed in the direction of Thales:

"Help--"

In the crowd, Semir roared to reorganize the chaotic team and formation:

"Don't panic, they are just the end of the battle!"

"We have a number advantage!"

In just a few seconds of chaos and uproar, Thales was breathing nervously, turning his head to see Yordel throwing something towards Barney and the others who were flying over.

But before the prince could speak, he heard a chilling rustle from the neighborhood!

The cold wind blew, and Thales looked back with goose bumps.

"You guys are..."

In a pool of blood, Ricky, who was as pale as a dead man, climbed up from the ground again. He gritted his teeth and angered, reaching out and pulling out the "eternal truth" on his waist:

"Finding a dead end--"

But before he could finish speaking, Sackel, who was the first to rush to him, looked down and suddenly leaned forward and stretched out his hand.

The next second, Thales opened his eyes and mouth wide.

He was shocked to see the heroic and imposing penalty knight toward the resurrected Ricky...

I cast a full handful...

Sand.

"Ah!"

Perhaps I didn't expect that the famous penalty knight would act like this. Ricky, who had just drawn his sword, was caught off guard by a straight face.

"Damn it!"

Ricky exclaimed painfully, his left hand pressed hard against his grit-filled eyes, and his right hand subconsciously pierced forward, but he was avoided by a flexible roll of Thackerel.

"Yes!"

"That's it!"

Amidst the chaos, the fast rope, which was crawling and fleeing with hands and feet, gritted his teeth and fists, shouting:

"Give him one more time!"

Cannon, who was covering him to Thales, frowned and looked at the fast rope.

The voice of the fast rope weakened suddenly, he looked at Cannon embarrassedly:

"I, that...atmosphere, atmosphere..."

"Don't worry about Ricky, he will be able to fight back soon," Samuel gritted his teeth, trying to restore order, commanding the scene:

"Encircle them first!"

The next second, Thales saw Barney Jr. raise what he had taken from Yordle, and his heart was stunned.

"Do you think you can kill me like this?"

Ricky rubbed the gravel in his eyes painfully, while waving the blade in response to the wind in his ear.

But soon, he heard a metallic noise in his ear.

Ricky, who closed his eyes and endured the pain in his eyes, felt a huge force rolling in, squeezing him from all directions!

Squeeze him so hard!

Puff.

With a soft sound, eternal truth falls into the sand.

In the exclamation of the mercenaries, Ricky tried his best to open his eyelids and saw the scene in front of him:

Iron chain.

I don't know when, a vicious iron chain with countless barbs has surrounded him three or four times from top to bottom, tightly locked!

His left hand is locked on the side of his left cheek, his right hand is tightly locked to his body, and his legs are kneeling.

I saw Barney and Belletti clasping one end of the chain with cold expressions, while Brie and Tardin were holding the other end. The strength of the four people stretched the chain to the left and right, making it straight. Ricky's actions are deadlocked.

"Come on, we know we can't kill you."

Sackel, who hung his arms, panted and came to Ricky:

"Then just trap you."

The penalty knight ignored the weird eyes of his subordinates and Thales Express, and rubbed the remaining grit on his right hand as usual, picked up the eternal truth in front of the immobile Ricky, and turned to the mercenaries. :

"By the way, what a sword."

Tyles exhaled, holding on to the fast rope stumbling and rushing, and recognized the chain on Ricky's body: it was the chain that the drill used to trap Yodel before.

"Ah!"

Ricky, who was locked up to death, roared uncontrollably:

"Sacker!"

But just like Yordel just now, the more he struggled, the deeper the barbs on the chain.

The more difficult it is to break free.

Tyles took a breath and smiled and gave Yordle a thumbs up.

Good job.

It took less than ten seconds from Yordel's appearance to Ricky's trap, but he felt like he had gone through a lifetime.

Yordel turned the Supreme Sword upside down, the hilt of the sword snapped on his chest, and he bowed slightly to Thales.

The next second, the black masked guard rippled and disappeared into the air again.

A few seconds later, under the leadership of Josh and Semir, dozens of Swords of Disaster rushed forward, scattered from the front, and surrounded the guards!

But another figure is already blocking them.

The body of the penalty knight seems to have some kind of aura, as long as he stops, the mercenaries who have seen his skills will stagnate.

"Stay steady!"

Semuel stopped all the angry mercenaries angrily and stared at Thacker in front of him:

"Don't forget his abilities!"

Josh gritted his teeth:

"He was hurt badly! We only need to—"

"No!"

Semir shook his head decisively:

"I can't take risks, don't forget the mask!"

Josh yelled angrily.

Tyles managed to straighten out his breath and watched the situation of returning to balance of power and confrontation between the two sides:

Ricky closed his eyes tightly and was trapped in chains by four people. Thales stood behind him with the fast rope, while Cannon guarded him vigilantly.

And Thaker held the eternal truth alone, and stood in front of the remaining mercenaries indifferently.

The small sandy ground slowly returned to silence, only a countless wheezing could be heard.

"My old friend wearing a mask."

Ricky tried his best to open a gap in the chain in the chain, trying to search for the mysterious figure:

"Marina said you were killed—when did you come back?"

No response.

Tyles took a deep breath, smiled and said:

"Under the ground, resting and waiting for your people, when I drag you to nag the knowledge of demons and the power of ending, so that you can enjoy the pleasure of being a good teacher."

Ricky lags slightly.

The young man continued:

"Your old friend is sneaking in secret, busy untiring ropes, passing messages, and arranging plans."

What?

Good to be a teacher...pleasure?

The tightly locked Ricky's chest rises and falls violently.

He struggled again, but the four guards blushed and locked him firmly.

"And you take this to relax my vigilance, and when the time comes, you will'borrow a step to speak'?"

Although Ricky closed his eyes~IndoMTL.com~, his voice was filled with anger that seemed to burn everything.

Thyls chuckled and said he was tacitly aware.

Under the gray oriental sky, Ricky was full of anger, gritted his teeth and said to Thales behind him: "I look down on you again, Your Royal Highness."

"It's... insidious and cunning. There are so many tricks."

Insidious and cunning.

Scheming?

Thyls sighed.

He rolled his eyes and looked far away in the direction where the Bladeya camp was located.

"You are too rewarding."

Tyles turned his head, showed a friendly smile, and bared his white teeth at a group of desperate mercenaries in front of him:

"After all, I am not a devil." 8)

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