Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 58: 8 pulses
Malles slowly raised his gaze, but he seemed to be looking at everyone present.
The air seems to be pulled tight invisibly, leaving no gaps.
"You will only choose to sacrifice if you believe that through sacrifice, you can get more precious things—the reputation behind you, actual benefits, the safety of others, or pure self-satisfaction."
Malós’ words became more solemn:
"In other words, only after you know what you believe in, what you cherish more, and what you want to trade, you have the right to choose, right to sacrifice something, such as your life."
Thyls was silent, he seemed to have an illusion that Mallos kept staring at him.
The next second, Mallos quickly turned around, Patterson also raised his arm, and the two of them were all a whip—
Slap!
This time, Toledo's response was too late, and the number of reports could only catch up.
"Otherwise, your so-called glorious sacrifice," Mallos stared blankly at the two men lying on the ground and panting:
"It's just a momentary urge to be hot-headed, a folly that is instigated by manipulation, and even the self-conceit of the blind faithful."
Slap!
It's another whip.
Glover dragged his chest from the ground, gritted his teeth, and Doyle simply knelt back on his calf.
"I punish you, Doyle, not because you made the wrong choice."
Malles said coldly:
"When your father was kidnapped and the situation was tense and unclear, you seemed so brave. You left everything behind, rammed with your sword in your hand, and committed a duel to save your father."
Doyle was in a daze and looked at the watchman.
"But what do you want to sacrifice and what can you gain? Father? Your Highness? Yourself? Justice? Loyalty?"
"Do you know, are you clear?"
Marius no longer looks at Doyle, who is confused.
"And you, Glover!"
The zombie straightened up hard and listened solemnly.
"Whether you sympathize with Doyle, secretly let go of him to save your father, or you want to stop him from going to a duel, so you propose to attack behind... I feel very kind, noble, and considerate of fellowship ."
"But what are you going to sacrifice, what do you want in exchange for? Colleagues? Friendship? Conscience? Responsibility? Mission?"
"Do you know again! Have you thought about it?"
Marius showed his rare seriousness:
"What do you believe? Why fight? What is sacrificed? What is saved?"
Doyle and Glover Qi are confused, not knowing what is right.
But they don’t need to answer, because they are greeted by--
Slap!
Amid the screams, their thoughts were once again interrupted by pain.
"No, you can't even tell me, you can't tell me sincerely, because you two don't know it."
Malós's voice calmed down, but it didn't feel loose at all. It was the tension of the bowstring.
Everyone in the guard was lost in thought.
"No, I punish you not because you made the wrong choice, but because you can't see the choice!"
"You just resort to animal instincts when you are unclear and muddled, move forward blindly, act impulsively, regret it after that, and then pretend to be stiff, wipe your tears and say, "Necessary price" ', continue to be stupid next time."
"And you call that sacrifice?"
Malles chuckled, shaking the blood from his whip.
"Like two sad chess pieces, subconsciously taking their own steps."
"Until His Royal Highness mercifully picked you up from the mortal chessboard-together with the enemy's chess pieces."
Thyls, who hadn't spoken for a long time, shook sharply.
He felt that many people turned their attention to him.
dd and the zombies breathed in a trance, as if at this moment, the pain of caning can no longer affect them.
"The result is that your unexplained behavior both negatively impacts yourself and endangers your mission, harms your colleagues, and threatens the overall situation."
"If you can't get it right on either side, nothing will happen anywhere."
Malles' eyes showed a deep pain:
"It's so stupid."
The wind howled and the whip shadow flashed quickly.
Slap!
With the hissing, the shadows of the two tortured persons pulled out uncertain shapes on the ground.
"If you are the soldiers of the charge, the cannon fodder in the battle, and the death squad on the battlefield, then I may give you promotion and awards to inspire the part to continue to die at all costs, whether you want it or not, all Promote the "sacrifice"," Mallos's voice dimmed with his eyes:
"But you are not."
Malios looked at everyone, his voice was harsh:
"You are the Royal Guard."
"Thousands of years ago, your name—the imperial guard."
The whip wind blows again.
Slap!
This time, Doyle and Glover just screamed hard, and they all trembled, but they didn't fall down.
Marillos watched Paterson quietly put away the whip and handed it to Pezzarossi, and saw Toledo winking frantically at him, indicating that there was enough.
"You are not sacrificing like this."
"You are not qualified to sacrifice."
The watchman is indifferent.
"I'm tired, keep your last whip," he turned around and passed the whip to Capone:
"Doyle Guard Officer."
As soon as the voice fell, the stiffened two let out their last breath, and fell straight.
Only the **** back remained in the air, telling the previous story.
A small commotion broke out in the guard, as if many people breathed a sigh of relief.
Logistics officer Shi Tuo sighed and waved his hand. Several people who had been prepared rushed up together, stretched, disinfected, cleaned, applied medicine, bandages, and were extremely skilled.
Hugo Forby, the banner officer, put away the small notebook that had been recording and writing during the execution.
"When you recuperate from your injury, someone will take your place."
"And those who have not been whipped," Mallos glanced at the crowd, letting the other twenty-odd people gather together:
"Take a lesson."
The watchman took his weapon from Toledo, neither light nor serious:
"Now, disband."
The next moment, the entire Star Lake Guard, like Panasonic's bowstring, dispersed.
But right now.
"Lord, I don't understand." Doyle, who was lying on the stretcher, looked pale, ignoring Piloga's stop, and squeezed up his upper body, his voice tired: "Sacrifice is wrong, not sacrifice is not right."
"The sir, what should I do?"
Many people are stuck.
Malos also gave a gentle pause.
He looked at Thales in the distance, making him feel tight.
"Since sacrifice is a transaction."
The watchman spoke quietly:
"Then when you are trading, don’t misjudge the value of both ends of the balance. There are too many things in the world-false and empty words, sinister conspiracies, unconscious habits-can confuse them and deceive them. You go to make an unfair deal."
Malles turned his head and looked at everyone.
"So, when you decide to trade," the watchman's voice is calm, but there is emotion that Thales can't recognize in his tone:
"Make sure that is your own balance."
He said slowly:
"The ones left on it must not be weights and scales that you can't even understand, so you blindly believe in them."
As soon as this statement came out, many people fell into contemplation.
Thyls was silent.
A few seconds later, members of the guards on the training ground performed their duties and left one after another.
Thyls came back to his senses, moved forward, and walked towards the two victims.
On the stretcher, Doyle raised his head with difficulty, perceiving something, and when he saw Thales, he showed a dying smile:
"Your Highness."
Thyls is very heavy and doesn't know what to say, so he can only say:
"How is your father?"
dd on the stretcher showed a bitter but aggressive smile:
"You know he was... very scared."
"Should be honest for a while."
Thyls was silent. A few seconds later, he patted Doyle's arm and nodded to Glover on the other side:
"Recover well."
Doyle and Glover were carried away.
Many people in the Star Lake Guard also passed by his side and saluted Thales one after another.
The old Piloga who has compared swords with him, Zoneved with the left-handed sword, the former security officer Konmuto, the tall guy Frank Zuk in the guard wing, the dazed Ferry, just followed him The strong man Bastiya and the young Nexi...
"Your Highness."
"Good day."
"Wish you success."
After spending months together, faces familiar from strangers flashed before my eyes.
I don't know if it was an illusion. After one night, the strangeness and dissonance that the Star Lake Guards gave Thales at first seemed to dissipate a lot.
At least, their salutes seem more respectful, but more natural.
Except for one person.
"You are here early, Your Highness."
Marius came to him calmly:
"The martial arts class will be a while."
Thyls sneered.
"To each other."
Malios turned around leisurely as if he didn't hear the sullenness in the words of the Duke of Xinghu:
"Just right, warm up."
Thyls took a deep breath.
"I said, every time I think my impression of you improves, Mallos..."
He looked at the two stretchers going away and said coldly:
"You have to destroy it, don't you?"
"The captain of the guard I hate most?"
Behind him, Bastia and Nexi looked at each other and retreated a long way in a tacit understanding.
Malles indifferently picked out a practice sword and tossed it to Thales.
"So, how many captains have you had?"
Thyls snorted coldly, came to the training ground, brandished his long sword, and began to warm up:
"Just you."
"Hmm—" Mallos hummed an upswing from his nose:
"Then I can rest assured."
Thyls laughed ironically.
"By the way," he looked at the watchman unhappy:
"Why do I always feel that when you said the phrase ‘those who were not beaten’ just now, you meant something?"
Malles smiled, as relaxed as ever:
"Maybe you have misunderstood?"
Thyls pulled out a few sword poses, breathing accelerated, and stretched out his body:
"Or not?"
Malles shrugged and smiled:
"Then there is nothing."
His unsalty, not indifferent, warm and cold look made Thales choked.
"Speaking of which..."
Thyls is honest and malicious:
"How do I feel that you are admonishing them not to sacrifice impulsively? Don't be blindly loyal to the royal family?"
Malos motioned to Thales to be bigger, and said lightly:
"I said, you misunderstood."
Thyls sneered:
"Or not?"
Malios did not answer this question.
"Warm up may be more serious," the watchman seemed to be a dedicated martial arts teacher, he said seriously: "After all, it is your own health."
"You have to take care of yourself."
Thyls snorted coldly.
But he immediately remembered something not so pleasant.
"There is no one from the Fuxing Palace yet?"
"Last night after all..." Thales said nothing.
This topic seems to lower the temperature.
Malles was silent for a while:
"No."
"But I assure you that they will come sooner or later."
In a complex mood, Thales finished warming up, feeling hot and sweating all over.
"Well, what is it today? Targeting? Sword stand? Or getting beaten?"
Malós smiled and waved to the distance:
"Nexi?"
In the distance, the trainee vanguard Nexi accidentally pointed at himself, and after receiving confirmation, he came forward flattered.
Tyles rolled his eyes, resigned to his fate, went to find his shield, ready to meet—cough, fight.
This time, Mallos surprised him.
"No, your lord, you don't need to go off the court," the watchman said with a smile, and pointed his hand to the seat: "Come, sit down."
"Today is a demonstration teaching, a theory class."
Huh?
Demonstration teaching?
Theory class?
Thyls was stunned.
He looked at the heavy practice sword in his hand, stupidly authentic:
"Then why did I warm up just now?"
Malos smiled more and more:
"To... keep good habits?"
Thyls looked at him blankly.
"Toledo," Mallos was unaware of the murderous look of His Royal Highness the Duke, and happily invited his messenger:
"Go up and practice with Neshi."
Tyles threw down the practice sword in a dull manner, and sat down on the chair, and raised his legs indecently.
In the field, Nehy and Toledo looked at each other, then glanced at Thales, and both walked to the weapon rack.
"Wait," Mallos said lightly:
"Use your own weapons, real swords."
"I said, we don't want to be caught by Ms. Ji Ni again, right?"
The watchman said, looking at Thales intentionally or unconsciously.
Getting along for so long, knowing that he was taking the opportunity to ridicule and protest, Thales didn't catch up, and sneered a few times.
A few seconds later, Nehy and Toledo both stood on the training ground.
"Your qualifications and level are higher than mine, would you please first?"
Young Nexi couldn't help glancing at Thales and Mallos, eager to try.
The long sword in his hand is light and dexterous, and of extraordinary quality.
"No, I'm not used to ranking first."
As one of Mallos’ most trusted old men, Toledo just smiled modestly:
"It's better for you first."
Toledo's weapon is a machete. Strangely, his knife is wrapped in a sheath, but it is tied sideways behind his waist, looking awkward.
Nexi also smiled, no longer being modest:
"Good--"
But at the moment his voice fell, Nexi's sword came out of its sheath.
The sword light flashes like lightning!
Thyls was still yawning in the palm of his hand for an instant—the crime of the river in his body was suddenly awakened!
Clang!
With a muffled noise, the metal collided.
At that moment, Toledo was worthy of a sword, and with a awkward posture, he fended off the lightning-fast sword.
Thyls looked at Nexi in amazement, calming the power of ending in his body.
He recalled his first sword just now.
This is too fast.
At such a distance, the crime of Hell River felt threatened by sight alone, and was forced to arouse an instinctive reaction.
But Nehi's offensive did not end.
His sword blade reflects a strange light, and he is on the shortest route to win the chase and go straight to the middle!
Clang!
Forcing Toledo to be embarrassed and difficult to defend.
"His Royal Highness, remember that I told you that there are different schools of martial arts in the kingdom?"
Mallos leisurely carried his hands on his back, watching the two subordinates fight with real swords.
"Of course, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial art faction in the southeast, and the new trend faction that is practical first."
"You are more than just ‘said’."
Thyls replied and looked at Nexi’s fast sword offensive in amazement. He found that it was not only the opponent’s sword speed, but also his body skills and pace, which made him phantom flying in the battle. Can appear in the most uncomfortable place in Toledo.
Malos nodded:
"And I also said that after your sword target practice is qualified, I will introduce you to the other two mainstream schools."
"Now is the time."
The watchman squinted his eyes.
"Seriously put out some strength, you two!"
Malles cried out:
"His Royal Highness is not here to see you juggling."
The voice fell, and Nexi's sword light flashed again!
His steps and speed are as if he was raised several times in an instant, and the last sword even brushed Toledo's shoulder armor!
Toledo's defense became harder and harder, and he had to retreat and dodge, so the battle gradually turned into a chasing one, and one fleeing in embarrassment.
Thyls frowned as he looked at Toledo, who was absolutely disadvantaged.
If it's yourself...
Thyls shook his head secretly: No, he can't hide, and the loss will only be uglier than Toledo.
But, how old is Nehy looking?
"In the kingdom, there is a special kind of fighter."
Malos’ voice came from one side:
"They learned martial arts from the same source, but their styles are very different."
The watchman looks serious:
"In history, scholars specializing in martial arts schools referred to them collectively as the temple disciples."
Thyls was taken aback.
"Temple?"
Temple disciple?
Malós nodded, watching the sword shadow flying in the field, the blades flickering, but he was still not in a hurry:
"But today, because the name is too verbose and too old, no one calls it anymore."
But his tone is extremely serious:
"But in reality, they are not only all over the stars, but also all over the West, prospering for thousands of years, and still not declining."
"Nate Nech, is one of the best."
Thyls stared at Nexi, who was about to visually transform into a clone.
His sword is swift, high-speed, and direct.
With one blow, the effect is amazing.
Malles took out the storytelling shelf and continued:
"The place where they are taught martial arts is ancient and special. It has gathered the most diverse inheritance and ending power of martial arts in thousands of years, and it has continued to improve in different times, preaching and teaching industry, and is famous—"
But at this moment, Thales suddenly interrupted him:
"The Knights' Temple."
Malles was startled.
The prince sits in a correct posture, and said seriously:
"That's why they were called'temple disciples' in history, right?"
Malios frowned and looked at the teenager, unhappy that he was interrupted with a few stories:
"You, you know?"
Thyls looked back at him and smiled slightly:
"Know a little bit."
A little...
Malles took a deep breath, looked at the inexhaustible Nexi, and tried to return to his previous tone:
"Well, then you may not know, these people, they were the first to be--"
But Thales' words came in again:
"They were the first knights who originated in the north before the age of the empire, and they were the first to awaken their extraordinary power."
The young prince carefully watched the fierce fight between the two in the court, as if inadvertently, it was quite aftertaste.
Malles was speechless again.
The watchman had to cough:
"Speaking of extraordinary power--"
"Extraordinary power spreads among human beings through them." Thales took his words quietly:
"In the battle of the sacred battle and even the battle of survival and other wars with foreign races, they shine, gain victory, expand the extraordinary power of the immature fashion, and explore the boundaries and future of human potential."
Thyls turned his head and looked at Mallos with an unhappy face, talking endlessly:
"So they gathered elites, gradually formed groups, and constructed their own creed and organization."
"It is the'Knight's Temple'."
Thyls took a deep breath, as if sucking the ink from the book:
"For thousands of years, it was the noble sacred place of human martial arts and the sacred source of chivalry."
Malles was stunned for a few seconds, somewhat caught off guard.
"Where did you hear it?"
Tels Mimi smiled:
"The North, to be precise, is the Walton Family Book Collection of Longxiao City, "Human Light-The Whole Story of the Knights' Temple"."
Malles pursed his lips.
The Yankee's book collection.
The whole story of the temple.
Well, since I only go to the temple...
The watchman who was interrupted again cleared his throat displeasedly:
"Okay, but the glory of the Knights Temple returns to glory, but time has changed, until--"
"The battle until the end."
Tyles' voice sounded out of place again:
"Seven hundred years ago, the whole army of the Knights Temple was exhausted to fight against the disaster. In the end, there were heavy casualties, and there was no one in ten."
"Even the temple itself was destroyed and it is difficult to rebuild."
Under Mallos’s incredible expression, the prince’s words were full of melancholy of nostalgia for the past and the present:
"Finally, the survivors of the Knights Temple went far away and built a legendary tower."
"In that tower, they inherited the legacy of the knights' ancestors, collected, refined, and taught extraordinary powers--after that, they were called the power of ending, spreading various martial arts and guarding the hope of mankind."
"It's under today's prestigious..."
"The Tower of End."
After saying these words, Thales sighed and smiled and looked at Mallos who had been interrupted several times in a row:
"So, Nexi should be a student of the Tower of End."
Malles did not speak.
Thyls blinked:
"What's wrong?"
Malos looked at him with a gloomy expression:
"I'm waiting."
"See what else you have to say?"
Thyls raised his eyebrows:
"Well, there should be no more."
The prince happily looked at Mallos with a shriveled expression:
"If I am wrong, please correct me?"
Malles took a deep breath, as if exhausting all his strength, he controlled himself to turn into the field.
"Didn't you eat!"
The watchman shouted coldly, showing the majesty of the captain of the guard:
"Play harder!"
The two people in the field are fighting endlessly, but they are slightly stagnant.
Malios turned his head back with a fly-eaten expression on his face.
"Cough—you were right."
"Nate Nehy just returned from the Tower of End not long ago."
Malos subconsciously paused, then gave Thales a glance.
After confirming that His Royal Highness was obediently listening and did not intend to rob him of the conversation, the watchman coughed:
"In the Star Kingdom, the ‘temple’ faction, which regards the Tower of End as its standard, is the ‘significant school’ in the eyes of many people. It has a long history and a long history."
Xin Xue.
Thyls frowned slightly, remembering many acquaintances who had learned skills from the Tower of End.
"There are many nobles in the kingdom, if they look forward to making achievements in martial arts, they will choose to send their offspring to the Tower of End, accepting inheritance, improving their skills, expanding their horizons, and studying the world."
It can also accumulate fame.
Or avoid the disaster.
Marius said in his heart.
The watchman pointed to the field:
"Different from other martial arts genres based on style, the swordsmen who stepped out of the Tower of End have different styles and skills~IndoMTL.com~ and even completely different."
"As the successor of the ancient knight temple, the Tower of End advances with the times, sums up various martial arts, sorts and categorizes the inherited skills, and then refines them, finally extracting eight schools."
Thyls was taken aback.
He has been admiring the name of the Tower of End for a long time, but there are so many branches?
"Eight?"
Malos nodded.
He spoke slowly with fear and respect, as if chanting a little poem:
"Heavenly horse sins, iron and blood gleam. Rose storm, miracles are everywhere."
He said seriously:
"Yes-to end the eight meridians."
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