Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 116: Tender kiss
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Thyls slowly clenched his posterior molars.
He can't give up.
Not over yet.
There is still a chance.
Didn’t Black Sword say...a strong...
Take all factors into consideration and bet on all chips!
Only for the final victory.
The chips.
What chips do I have?
Thyls gritted his teeth lightly and forced himself to calm down in just a few seconds.
I only practiced for a month, the Northland military swordsmanship is almost useless.
The crime of Hell River, which is far beyond the body's burden and can hardly be used anymore...
The world-cleansing front lost in countless flesh and blood...
I just turned him into a sharp and non-invasive phantom, an inexplicable magic power...
The title of the star prince, the identity of the candidate for the magician...
No.
Wait.
Also.
There is another bargaining chip.
Lastly.
Thyls stared at the first monster that ran towards him, clenching his fists.
Giza's smile became more and more relaxed.
The next moment, Thales gritted his teeth and stretched out his trembling right hand toward his back.
When he withdrew his hand again, there was already an additional weapon on it.
That is a trivial dagger.
The side of the dagger was stained with blood inside the tentacles.
Two letters are reflected on the blade.
j.c.
Looking at his behavior, Giza was slightly taken aback.
Tyles panted heavily, and tremblingly raised his dagger at the monster close at hand.
"The dagger?" The magician snorted, "That's not a legendary anti-magic armament-will you use that to stab me?"
The dagger.
Giza quietly watched the boy holding the dagger, surrounded by monsters and pounced.
This scene.
Really familiar, isn't it?
Tyles lay on the ground, trembling lips, weakly pulling away the iron pose to fend off the first monster.
"Clang!"
"No." Thales rolled to the side in pain, avoiding the monster's sharp sting, only feeling that his muscles were getting sore.
He panted, raised his head stubbornly, ignoring the other monsters that continued to run towards him, looking straight back at the blood magician.
"Not to stab you..."
The next moment, Giza couldn't help but was taken aback, and then watched suspiciously as the boy put the dagger in his left palm.
Just listen to Thales quietly and authentically:
"I stabbed myself."
Two monsters rushed into his arms and stretched out sharp spikes towards him.
The boy with a gray face just pulled the dagger in his palm fiercely.
Pain and warmth come from the palm of the hand at the same time.
Tyles, who had reached the limit of his physical strength, lost his eyes, allowing a few monsters to pounce on his body.
Throw him down.
The familiar scorching sensation came from the body and slowly turned into a burning sensation.
There were scenes before Thales.
He raised his dagger and rushed towards the fierce Quaid.
He was lying on Yala's back, and the two of them ran across the streets.
He was in the dungeon of the creeper manor, reaching for the lock on Rolf's body.
He stood in the Hall of Stars, gritted his teeth, and spoke to the princes of the kingdom.
He was **** with his hands, facing Serena, who was holding the victory, and got up with difficulty.
He hugged Araka's neck tightly in the **** encirclement of the black sand collar.
He struggled to pick up the heavy sword in front of the five princes of Exter.
Under the compelling gaze of Ashida and Black Sword, his scalp numb and raise his hand to make a sound.
[Just another game. 】
A familiar and gentle voice rang in his ears.
The piping and burning sensation is getting stronger.
He needs to win.
All this needs to be ended.
Need the best means.
Need...
Giza squinted his eyes, looked at countless little monsters, and pounced on Thales on the ground one after another, covering him tightly.
"Hiss..."
She is satisfied.
She knew that her little cuties would mercilessly kill this boy who was not a magician but knocked on the door inexplicably.
But at this moment.
The blood magician seemed to feel something, shaking his whole body!
What?
I saw a red light leaking from the direction of the boy from the dense pile of monsters.
Then the second, third, fourth...
The light is getting stronger and stronger, illuminating this cave of flesh and blood.
Giza looked at the sight in surprise.
Until those dark monsters trembled together!
Several clouds of fly ash floated from the gaps in the dense monster pile.
There is more and more ashes.
The dark monsters fell feebly, shrinking, dissolving, and scorching.
Then it turned into ashes.
Finally, most of the dark monsters disappeared, and only a few fled dying by avoiding and hiding.
The blood magician stared in disbelief at the boy who had risen from the countless piles of flesh and ashes.
"How come..."
Tyles knelt on the ground, pressing his right hand on his knee, bending over and panting.
He almost broke his tooth.
I don't know when.
The front of the world, the lost magical little red sword, has reappeared in his trembling left hand.
The sword's edge is red, and the light is bright.
"It's your ability again?" Giza stared at Thales with an ugly face, as if to stare out a hole in his palm: "No, you are going further and further on the unfortunate road... "
Thyls frowned.
Unfortunate?
"Magician...this is not a gift or a blessing..." The sorcerer slowly said, his eyes full of sternness and hatred: "It is a curse and doom..."
Tyles stood on the ground, listening to her, holding the Jingshifeng who suddenly appeared on his left hand, and took a sip.
"Enough!"
The second prince roared irritably.
Giza stopped talking and looked at him in surprise.
"A lunatic who doesn't listen to people," Thales tried his best to get up from the ground, "Listen to me!"
He took a step forward and chopped an intercepting tentacle to ashes with a sword.
"Aishida wants to force me to become a magician," Thales only felt that his feet were floating and his body was uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step: "And you, want to prevent me from becoming a magician. Master?"
"Fuck you," Thales gasped hard, "Fuck you."
The blood magician looked at him quietly.
"When I came to this world, what I did was always the same."
Tyles exhaled, another sword, and pierced the monster that was trying to sneak on his left leg in two opposite directions, watching it turn into flying ash under the sword's edge.
"Struggle, survive, nothing more," Thales took a difficult step forward, "whether it is a beggar or a prince."
Giza squinted his eyes, complex and deep.
"But I don't like this world, I want to choose freely, choose the life I want," Thales once again took a breath of smelly and acidic air, hoarse and authentic:
"Choose who I want to be-no need to be pushed, forced, or pulled by anyone else!"
"I struggled for this."
Tyles walked up to Giza with determination and determination in his eyes.
"This is me."
"Tyles Canxing."
The blood magician stared at him, without saying a word.
But the next moment, the sudden change occurs!
"Boom!"
Like a torrent, rushing from blood vessels all over Thales!
In an instant, Thales only felt a sense of tearing, which was transmitted from the front of the world to his hands.
It's like someone is cutting his palm.
Tyles lowered his head abruptly and looked at the World-Clearing Front in his hand—the red light on it was getting stronger and stronger.
What's the matter?
In the next moment, this cutting-like pain escalated into severe pain!
Spread all over the body.
"Ahhhhh!"
Tyles couldn't bear it anymore, his face was twisted and he couldn't help screaming.
Jingshi Zhifeng is...rejecting him?
The pain was transmitted all the way from the arm to the body, causing Thales to kneel on the ground shaking.
Oops...
Oops!
It feels more and more painful—as if this weapon is destroying everything about him!
He remembered:
The legendary anti-magic armament...is the magician's-nemesis?
Tyers shook the world-cleaning front on his hand in the pain and tremor... but he couldn't get rid of it at all!
It's like it's already stuck to your hand.
He regretted not thinking of Serena's words.
He also remembered the tingling sensation he felt when he was on Araka's back without moving the bow.
But the stinging pain at that time is completely incomparable with the sharp pain now!
Just then, Giza laughed.
"You are still younger," Thales looked at the blood magician's expression in disbelief, and listened to her softly and quietly: "I want to deal with me, so I must get the legendary anti-magic weapon, yes Huh? You did succeed too-using your unformed magic power."
"But ah... you almost forgot," Giza sighed, "Is half a magician?"
"Ah!" Thales cried out in pain.
The panic struck again.
Giza...
Is she even good at this?
He remembered Giza’s words: [That’s not a legendary anti-devil armament--are you going to stab me with that thing? 】
So... Thales thought regretfully: At that time, she had the upper hand, already hinting at herself, and making arrangements for her possible counterattack in the future?
Just to limit his vision back to the front of the world?
"Hahaha," the blood magician shook his head and said, "Look, this is one of the sorrows of the magician-this kind of little thing can suppress us to death."
"Even if you are not a real magician, the magic power you have used before is enough to make it work."
"And if you truly become a magician..."
Giza looked at Thales who was screaming, put away his smile, sadness appeared in his eyes:
"As soon as you touch it, you will lose consciousness and strength forever and enter the eternal seal."
Thyls was not in the mood to listen to her at all, he only felt that he was about to be swallowed by the power emanating from the blade!
"Don't worry, I will help you out."
Giza sighed.
"If becoming a magician is your inevitable destiny," just listen to the magician saying indifferently: "Then let me save you."
"As I promised."
Save?
Save the fart!
Tyles closed his eyes tightly, bearing the rejection of him by the front of the world.
He wants to let go.
But in the extreme pain, his face was distorted, but he almost couldn't feel his hands.
Giza took a deep breath, and following the magician's consciousness, another batch of tentacles grew out of Thales's flesh and blood.
Slowly aimed at the boy who was repelled by the legendary anti-magic armed and unable to move.
Once again, Giza gave a lovely smile.
The flesh and blood under Thales's feet turned into a trap, trapping him firmly.
The tentacles draw sharp spikes, preparing for the next round of attack.
No.
Tyles closed his eyes tightly, shaking all over.
No!
At this time.
A hot sensation similar to the first time I held Jingshi Zhifeng suddenly came from my hand!
The red light on the blade converged as if it were substantial, and it was transmitted along the blade to Thales's left hand.
Thyls is an exciting spirit!
At that moment, he seemed to be touched by a hand.
It seems that even the pain is relieved?
I saw that red light continued to follow the veins of the blood vessels on the back of Thales's left hand, slowly climbing up.
It looked like glowing blood flowing through a blood vessel, extremely strange.
For some reason, after the red light that made him feel hot gushing from the front of the clean world, and entered his body, Thales suddenly felt that the sense of cutting and rejection had begun to fade!
Tyles took a sharp breath—he held his breath for too long in the extreme pain, and even forgot to breathe—feeling his hand again.
The sharp pain of cutting and destruction slowly reduced to a slightly tolerable tingling.
What is the principle?
Can it... alleviate the rejection of the legendary anti-devil armed forces?
Thyls was trembling, and his doubts about the sword deepened a lot.
But he was saved after all.
Thyls stood up slowly
He raised his head and looked at Giza with a strange look in his eyes.
Giza's expression moved and he noticed his abnormality: "You..."
Tyles looked at her, looked at the flesh traps under his feet and the tentacles around him, feeling the tingling and burning sensation from the blades in his hands.
"Maybe one day I will become a magician," only listened to Thales forbearing the feeling in his hands, and slowly said: "but it is definitely not because of an inevitable fate or a forced choice."
The pupils of Giza on the "Wall" shrank.
"It's because I want to be a magician."
Thyls bit his lower lip and bowed his head.
"I will use my eyes to see clearly what a magician is, and judge and understand what a magician is."
"What kind of power will you gain and what risks will you face."
"Then, I will decide whether to become a magician or not," Thales raised his head, with unquestionable determination in his eyes: "And, what kind of magician to become."
"It doesn't matter how far I can climb or what kind of scenery I look at. The important thing is-it must be my own choice."
"This is what I came to this world and have been struggling with and working hard for."
Thyls let out a final breath.
Then he raised his sword and ran through the trap under his feet and the tentacles around him.
In the ashes, Thales stood up again, propping up his trembling legs,
Giza's eyes moved.
"Don't think about it!"
The girl grinned her lips and her eyes were cold.
Soon, Thales felt his feet shake!
Before letting him fall to the ground, the continuous cascading vibrations of the sword's edge letting go, appeared at Thales' feet again!
Tyles shook and faltered.
But he had an experience once. Thales knelt down extremely quickly, lowered his upper body, and at the same time thrust Jingshi Zhifeng into the flesh and blood under his feet.
Prevent him from falling down again.
The flesh and blood makes a scorched "sizzling" sound, slowly dissolving, evaporating and blackening.
Return to ashes.
The ground composed of flesh and blood shrank in the shaking, seeming to groan in pain.
Giza let out a low, unwilling anger.
Fortunately... Thales secretly thought: Facing the same shock, he stopped.
The next thing to do is...
"Don't think about it."
A dozen steps in front of him, Giza said coldly: "You can't stand up, let alone get close to me, let alone sealed me with that weapon."
Thyls frowned.
"Let us take a look..."
The flesh and blood around Thales rose again, and the outlines of monsters were born from it.
The blood magician squinted his eyes and stared at Thales’s world-cleaning front:
"Your sword... is it to be used to maintain balance or to destroy the enemy?"
That moment.
Thyls suddenly felt a strange feeling.
The monsters around were born from flesh and blood, but Thales ignored them—he didn't even care what kind of them were or whether they were dangerous.
He seems to be in that state again.
The previous feeling that seemed to be isolated from feelings and illusory thinking came again.
It's just...not as thorough as "before", so wonderful, so...enjoy.
Thyls glanced at Giza in the distance.
A dozen steps away.
Under the endless ground tremors, I couldn't even stand firmly and seemed unable to approach.
But...
Although it looks far away from him.
But for some reason, Thales knew that his sword could pierce Giza.
Yes.
Thinking about it this way, the tingling sensation on my hands suddenly increased!
Thyls smiled slightly.
He understands somewhat.
He knows that in this state, he seems to be able to use more magic power?
Although he doesn't even know what magic power is.
But...
Since Jingshizhifeng's rejection of him has grown again--
That's right.
Tyles grinned, his smile getting bigger and bigger.
Giza's face was expressionless, her monsters marching toward Thales again.
But Thales just panted in a daze, squeezing the Jingshifeng stuck on the ground.
Then pull it out!
At the moment when countless flesh and blood monsters rushed towards him, Thales knelt on the ground, raised the world-cleaning front in his hand, and gently pushed against Giza a dozen steps away.
Boom!
The sound of turbulent blood vessels rang in his ears.
At that moment, the pain and the sense of cutting that the front of the clean world gave Thales, and the rejection of him, were unprecedentedly increased!
But Thales doesn't care.
He succeeded.
Giza lowered his head in disbelief.
"When..." the girl asked suspiciously.
I don't know when.
Thyls has crossed a dozen steps in an instant.
He knelt in front of the magician.
The red blade in his hand has deeply submerged into Giza's naked abdomen.
Tyles' expression is indifferent.
Giza stared at his wound tremblingly, then looked at Thales again.
But in the next second, relief appeared on the girl's face.
As if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"So, this is our end."
Giza, as if not caring, downplayed authenticity.
Ignoring my abdomen completely, a legendary anti-devil weapon is inserted at this time.
Tyles withdrew the front of the world.
Blood oozes from Jian Feng and the girl's abdomen.
Then slowly evaporate and dissolve.
All the tissues in the abdomen are withered and charred.
At that moment, Thales retreated from that wonderful state.
Tyles took a deep breath, as if the first breath of air came to the surface.
Many emotions returned to his mind again.
He stared at the world-cleaning front in his hand blankly.
I raised my gaze in a daze, looking at the blood magician with a soft face and a relieved expression.
"Thanks for your hard work, child."
Giza slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked Thales’ face: "Take care of yourself."
For some reason, Thales only feels that Giza at this moment is full of complex sentiments.
"Sorry, I couldn't help you." Giza said softly.
What's the matter?
Tyles' breathing gradually calmed down.
"I'm sorry." Giza's eyes see a little sparkle: "The next road, you have to go by yourself."
At that moment, Thales could not raise any hostility to such a girl.
The lovely girl slowly bent her head, the purple-red lines on her body gradually faded.
She lowered her soft lips gently~IndoMTL.com~ on Thales’ forehead...
A gentle kiss.
Thyls trembled slightly!
Looking at Thales’ reaction, Giza chuckled lightly, then exhaled slowly:
"Be careful with Ashida."
This is the last words of the blood magician, Giza Drilman.
The next moment, the young girl with a gentle smile began to chap her face.
Her face, together with her smile, slowly scattered like a broken sculpture.
Then the neck, the abdomen...the whole body.
In just a few seconds, the blood magician, along with the inside of this huge tentacle, turned into countless ashes of various sizes.
The night sky of Longxiao City reappeared in front of Thales.
The ashes flew up.
Like countless black butterflies.
The sky is scattered.
In the distance, all the creations of the blood magician, flesh and blood, monsters, tentacles, stumps-all withered, scorched, and dissolved at the same time.
To ashes.
There is only Thales alone, clinging to the front of the world in a daze, watching the flying ash around him unconsciously, and going with the wind.
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