Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 151: Loyalty

Thyls hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Gray.

White.

He walked in a gray-white world, from the ground to the walls, from gravel waste wood to sand dust, even the air shone bright white, as if the surrounding darkness was swept away.

There are no other colors.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Ruowu shouts came from my ears, as if people under the water heard the calls from the shore.

It's like...

It's like another gray world.

The young man was a little stunned.

Not right.

His vision is a bit shaky, and there is a slight ghosting from time to time.

The dazzled Thales shook his head desperately, and squeezed the long sword on the gray ground, dispelling the faint dizziness, trying to find a sense of direction again.

He only felt a tight right arm.

The palm of a gloved hand is rippling, and it clasps Thales' arm.

"Concentrate," Yodel's voice came from his ear, leading him forward:

"The path of shadows reflects reality. They sometimes overlap but never overlap. We walk here like drifting in the sea, sometimes floating on the surface of the sea, sometimes sinking into the bottom."

"You have to distinguish between reality and illusion, not to get lost here."

Tyles staggered all the way, being dragged forward by the only thing with a normal color in the world—Yordel, trying not to look at the gray scenes of ghosts around him.

It's terrible.

He took a few breaths vigorously, only to feel that the air entering his lungs was a bit unreal.

Thyls watched in surprise as he walked out of the gray-white hall and walked to the gray-white passage, watching Yodel cautiously circumvent the swords of disaster that also turned into gray-white figures.

No one noticed them.

The boy turned around.

"We just left, don't you help him, help Sackel?"

Tyles was panting, feeling that everything he said had a shallow echo, like a dream.

"It is not my task to control the enemy." Yordel shook his head, always holding Thales tightly. The purple mask brought out a ghost in the gray background:

"For me, you are the most important."

In the gray-white world, they speeded up, walked out of the passage, and came to the stone steps.

Several mercenaries holding here seemed to have received some signal, hurried to the direction they came from, and passed by the two men of normal color.

"Don't touch them." Yodel's prompt was simple.

One of them seemed to feel something, and the gray-white turned his head vigilantly, and his gaze flicked over Thales and Yordel.

Thyls didn't dare to take a mouthful, but he followed Yodell to shift his figure, trying his best to avoid other people's sleeves.

A few tenths of a second later, the mercenary shook his head, dispelled his suspicion, and followed his companions.

Tyles was relieved.

"But Saker..."

The young man anxiously forgot the road behind him: "He has been imprisoned for more than ten years, and his spirit is not mentioned, but his physical fitness, strength, and reaction have declined..."

Yordel still shook his head, cherishing words like gold:

"This does not affect his fight."

Really?

Thyls frowned and exhaled.

"He has only one person, and he has to face them eighteen or more."

Yordel doesn't seem to care about this question at all, just moving forward:

"He can do it."

Forcibly resisting the slight dizziness, Thales was silent.

Yordel spoke suddenly.

"The front can't be avoided, we need to show the shape for a while."

Thyls was startled:

"What?"

He no longer has to wonder soon.

I saw several corpses lying down beside the narrow stone steps in front, both mercenaries and shadow shields, and gray blood was spilled on the ground.

It seems that the struggle between the Shield of Deception and the Sword of Disaster continues.

The three black-clothed and masked assassins seem to be the only ones left. They put away their weapons and are finishing their final touches.

But as soon as one of them raised his head, he shuddered!

"Hey!"

A dagger came out of his chest, and then snorted back.

Along with that, there was a purple mask that appeared out of thin air behind his shoulder.

The companions around him were very alert, and started with weapons the first time, but the sneak attacker wearing the mask was faster than him!

The assailant bullied himself up, lightly swiping the dagger in his hand.

"Whh--"

The last action of this unlucky assassin was to cover the gurgling and rustling throat like running water, and fell to the ground weakly.

The last assassin who was farther away was shocked and retreated subconsciously!

But another long sword with gleaming silver and graceful curvature has broken through the air, sinking vigorously, and rushing straight to his head!

"Huh!"

The assassin lifted up two odd-shaped blades with handguards, staggered them towards the head, and stepped down, preparing to roll aside with the power of the block.

An unexpected thing happened: the long sword with a beautiful arc suddenly changed its trajectory in the middle of the way, turning into a thorn, giving it away gently!

"Shit!"

The assassin couldn't believe it—he watched the blade pass his perfect block and pierced his throat.

Tyles steadily drew the long sword and looked at the blood on the sword in disgust.

On the other side, after solving the two, Yordel, who had just arrived, looked at the prince silently, and the gear behind the mirror hole turned slightly.

"A beautiful blow."

Yordel puts away his dagger, with deep meaning:

"So, you have awakened the power of ending."

Thyls didn't answer, but just nodded.

Northland military swordsmanship, two moves in two different offensive styles.

Thunderbolt cross style, and stab style.

The middle is connected by a fold of fate.

Just...

The young man looked at the assassin with a bleeding throat with complicated eyes, and watched him crawling on the ground tremblingly, waiting for the end of his life without a sigh.

There is no way to kill with one hit.

Tyles looked at the assassin's desperate eyes and sighed: When the sword came out to meet the enemy, his eyes always showed the enthusiasm and enjoyment of the swords of disaster before killing the enemy.

At the moment when the crime of the prison river surged, imitating the twist of fate, the faint emotion reached its peak.

Oh.

"I hate it." Thales shook his head, gritted his teeth and raised his sword, trying to completely end the pain of the assassin.

Yordel suddenly reached out and grabbed Thales' wrists tightly.

In the prince’s puzzled eyes, the masked guard knelt down gently, stabbing and drawing the short sword in his hand, taking the life of the enemy.

Tyles put down his sword and watched the mask guard stand up in silence. With a light swipe of the blade, the supreme sword immediately cleared the blood, as bright as new.

Yordel patted him on the shoulder.

"You shouldn't like it."

The mask guard is indifferent.

Tyles suppressed the discomfort in his heart and smiled at Yodel.

The prince raised his head, picked up the torch, and looked at the way to the ground.

"I don't know if you heard it, but the Swords of Disaster probably know another way to the outside..."

Yordel shook his head. He took the long dark green stone from his arms and gave it to Thales.

"As long as the key is in your hand," the mask guard's hoarse voice carried a certain affirmation: "We can catch them all."

"Now, we just need to reach the ground safely."

But what about after that?

Thyls fixedly looked at the black prison key in his hand, and more questions appeared in his heart.

What about the fast rope?

What about Dean?

What about secret science?

Thyls, who was confused in his mind, knew that it was not the time to think about it. He tried his best to get rid of the distractions, threw away the torch, took the hand extended by Yodell, and followed him into the Path of Shadows again.

But luck does not always favor them.

They went up one floor, and when they came to a corridor, Yodel suddenly shuddered.

"Be careful."

"There is weirdness ahead."

Before the prince could react, the mask guard released Thales' arm very quickly.

Thyls, who was still in the path of shadows, tolerated discomfort, only felt that his surroundings shook, and the gray world in front of him rippled again, returning to its normal color—darkness as the tide receded.

Tyles snorted in pain, trembling and retching amidst the dizziness caused by the world transition.

How?

When he was still wondering, Yordel had long since disappeared out of sight.

Almost at the same time, at the moment Thales appeared, a familiar and frightening male voice rang from the darkness ahead.

"I knew that you always have a way to get out of trouble, Your Highness."

As the fire lit up, a white man holding a torch appeared in front of Thales with a friendly smile:

"It's not in vain that I am here to be scared, and I have waited so long."

When Thales saw this man, he had a headache to support his forehead.

"What a coincidence."

The prince twitched his mouth, and called out the name of the person in front of him with annoyance: "Boss."

The brazier shook the torch in his hand and smiled.

Thyls suddenly missed Ricky's group of mercenaries.

Swords of Disaster, shouldn't you all drive these people out.

Why is it so useless?

Thinking too much is useless, Thales tried to clear away the excess emotions, entered the **** senses vigilantly, and looked around.

Yazi looked at him with an alert look, arching his shoulders helplessly, slightly funny.

But Thales knew that "funny" was definitely not among the adjectives that fit this guy.

"Don't bother, Your Majesty," Yaozi raised his hands, his face was sincere:

"I am a businessman, and I don’t like violence if I can negotiate and settle things."

Really.

Tyles looked at him with a headache, feeling the message from the senses of hell.

I don’t like violence...

Then why are there at least a dozen breathing sounds hidden in the darkness behind you?

"That's really reassuring." Taylor said with a smile, trying to find Yordel's place.

Yordell still didn't show up~IndoMTL.com~ just didn't take him out through the shadow path.

This means that the enemy is difficult to avoid and difficult to entangle.

What would you do, Yordel?

"Fortunately, our savvy Baron Russell is not here, so I'll be honest," The drill seemed very happy:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we didn't plan to hand you over to the Northlanders at all. The cooperation with them was just relying on the intelligence channels of King Chaman... You know, our manpower in the stars is not very effective. "

Don’t plan to hand me over to the Northlanders?

Hehe.

This is the look Thales wanted to give him back.

But he can't.

"So you want to say, you are going to swallow me?" Thales maintained his face and twitched his mouth.

The drill shook his head.

"No, our goal here is to see you alone."

Baozi's eyes narrowed into a seam, and his expression became serious:

"Look at whether the legendary wise His Royal Highness can be our savior."

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Savior?"

But the next second, Yaozi's words and actions shocked Thales, who was originally full of vigilance.

I saw Yaozi lifted his cloak and knelt on one knee to the prince, very respectful.

Bjordell has never missed it.

"The honorable first heir to the Kingdom of Stars, His Royal Highness Thales Canxing."

Bongzi has a submissive voice, a respectful tone, a humble posture, and looks no hostility:

"Cause of the ‘Bronze’, here represents the shield of shadows, we are willing to offer allegiance to you, to be your forerunner, in order to redeem the heinous crimes we once committed and reverse our destiny."

"Please accept our sincerity."

"And our loyalty."

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