Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 17: Dawn, blood and lights

　　 When the second, larger explosion came from the center of Red Square Street, Morris, Leyoke and others had already shot out from the blood bottle gang that was unable to condense due to the chaotic command. Seeing from a distance Go to the Cynthia who is dealing with the clown.

　　 Jincha is nearly two meters tall, but at the same time he does not appear thin, but strong and stable. Dark skin, yellow straight hair and cold face make him look a little serious, but the elders of the Brotherhood know: "Uncrowned Fist" Cencha Myron, the first of the six giants, is In addition to the three assassins, the most reliable person in the meeting-no, most of the time, he is more reliable than the three assassins.

　　"Do you call this an ability?"

　　Qincha coldly watched "Flying Knife Clown" Ks, who was constantly shooting flying knives from his bottomless space pocket, who was flying high on the roof, contemptuously.

　　 Morris, Ed Leonsa, Leyoke, a super-order, two masters in the mortal class, I don’t know how many people there are—one of the eight power fighters of the Blood Bottle Gang , "Flying Knife Clown" Kesi, who was squatting on the roof, looked solemnly at the gathering of more and more Brotherhood masters, meditated.

　　 The elites of his blood bottle gang have been slaughtered.

　　 and Jincha, who is close to the "extreme state".

　　 And the reinforcements of the Blood Bottle Gang disappeared. The two "super-orders" Song and Rubey, and Rolf, there is no news yet. Solow lost contact ten minutes ago, Tinker. The coward was hiding in the dark, mostly watching. As for Nu Mino, he was the one in charge of the inspector. Since the inspector was intact, he was probably already by the prison river and saw the ferryman.

　　 To make matters worse, with the explosion, the air wall disappeared, but the instructions of the Qi magician did not come from my ears.

　　 Kesi’s consideration did not last long.

　　 Behind Qincha, one of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood, the Northlander "Steel Cone" Ed Leonsa, gritted his teeth and killed the super-order from the East Continent that Qincha had just hunted. The head of the superb warrior, the puppet master, and the nicknamed "Shen Shenbing"--Song's head was thrown on the ground at will.

　　 The clown groaned for a while, took out two flying knives from his power space, bit an oxygen tube (to guard against Morris's power) into his mouth, and made up his mind to leave immediately.

　　 In this situation, even the Qi magician cannot accuse him of his choice.

　　 Danks was surprised to see Jincha's fist hitting his face at the next moment.

When did 　　 Jincha's speed become so fast!

　　 But he followed and saw a fat figure behind Qincha. It was Morris who was clenching his teeth and performing supernatural powers.

　　 He didn't evacuate the air around me, the clown thought in amazement and despair, but-evacuated the air around Chenchao?

　　 When the air wall disappeared for the first time, Morris knew that there was an unexpected change tonight, and when the second shocking explosion sounded in the distance, Morris reacted: The opportunity to fight back is here.

　　 Without making a sound, he decisively emptied the air in the path between Qincha and Kes.

　　Qincha felt the changes around him. This boxer who had been in harmony with him for many years immediately held his breath and attacked, ignoring the air resistance, and blasted out a punch at a speed several times faster than usual!

　　The battle didn't last long.

　　 When the cheat-chat effortlessly squeezed the two throwing knives of X, and used a terrible iron fist that didn’t stop, slow down, and didn’t miss out, blasting through the power space on which he relied for his livelihood. When the space blocked the long-range attack, and prepared oxygen and throwing knives, Morris had been unable to use him), Leyoke had silently landed behind him.

　　 Morris, who had used his powers, bent down, leaned on his knees and panted, his fat flesh shaking on his face. He did not look at the clown who had been determined to become a dead person, but turned to Qincha and said: "The second—the second explosion came from deep in Red Square Street. There must be us—we don’t know. An accident happened."

　　 "But in any case, the air wall failed, and the Qi magician must be-something has happened! And we have withdrawn far enough, and the hands are gathered-almost gathered." Morris calmed his breath, Lao La Judging seriously: "Song and Kesi are all damaged here. If it is the bait used to lure us into the bait, then the bait is sweet enough for us to fight!"

　　 Leyyoke, in spite of X’s begging for mercy, coldly cut open his oil-filled neck, and nodded: "After the road is clear, there is a return ahead, and he found the'Ghost of the Wind' Rolf. In the rear, Lord Lancer sent information about the deaths of Spean and Dorno, and with the addition of X, the opponent’s available combat power in Everstar City has been mostly lost."

　　 In response, Qincha put down his smoking fist, and his reply was brief:

　　 "Then call back!"

　　 So, the dawn of Red Square Street was greeted with blood.

　　 When Nal Rick, as the logistics commander designated by Lancer, saw Morris and Chencha return **** at the junction of Xiacheng District and Red Square Street, the sky was almost bright.

　　 Morris patted him on the shoulder, exhaled, and smiled: "Although the process is a bit ups and downs, but—"

　　"——Hongfang Street is ours."

　　 "Predicted it a long time ago, as it should be." Rick replied with a smile, thinking about how to report the escape of the beggar in the abandoned house and the death of Qued.

　　 At least the ghost will not come again.

　　 Rick thought, looking over the crowd, looking at the figure in a mysterious cloak in the distance.

　　 And, with Master Lancer's promise, I won't be degraded too badly.

　　 "Quiet Killer" Leyoke didn't even look at Rick. He crossed him, regardless of the blood stain on his face, and hugged the oncoming "Flower Heart" Belicia behind Rick.

　　 "You are not dead yet?" Belicia didn't look worried at all, coughing and smiling.

　　 "Who can make me die except you?" Leyoke grinned and kissed the woman's mouth hard.

　　"Who saw Edmund!" Qincha's voice came from the crowd, "Without him, I can't take down the ‘chaotic soldiers’ so easily!"

　　 "Dead cook," Qin Cha saw that no one responded, so he cursed fiercely, "Run as soon as you drink!"

　　Erol World, Ending Calendar On the early morning of November 16, 672, the second largest kingdom of the Western Continent, the two underworld overlords of the Star Kingdom, broke out in the **** and cruel "One Night War" on Red Square Street.

　　 This is an asymmetrical battle. From the very beginning, the Brotherhood of Black Street entered the ambush and trap of the Blood Bottle Gang, but the result of the **** battle surprised many people.

　　 was in service, the Black Street Brotherhood killed 214 people and injured 367 others. Among the thirteen generals, 9 participated in the battle and 7 lost. The two giants Morris and Cenza fought to the end and survived.

　　 The "Yakuza Nobles" blood bottle gang suffered the biggest defeat in history, with 445 dead, 290 injured, 10 of the Twelve Strongest, 8 killed, and 5 of the eight powerful fighters. All died in battle. There are even rumors that the whereabouts of the Qi magician who directed the action is also unknown.

　　 This night, the explosion in the center of Red Square Street awakened almost every resident of the royal capital of Ever Star City. Innocent civilians on Red Square Street were affected by 1,229, of which 275 were killed in the explosion, 438 were injured, and 516 were left homeless.

　　 Red Square Street, especially the central block, was also badly damaged. This incident was even mentioned by the Chief Defender of the Royal Capital at the imperial meeting the next day. The agenda was second only to the discussion of the "Bian County Development Tax Exemption Case" And how to receive the envoys of the Kingdom of Exeter. In the end, the Royal Council ordered the Xicheng Security Department to act quickly to "quell civil conflicts and stop private conflicts."

　　 Hongfang Street has since changed hands, marking that the Brotherhood’s forces have invaded the Western Ring District. The power balance of the Star Underground World has begun to completely fall to the Black Street Brotherhood.

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　　 However, what many people don't know is that at the same time as this night, there is another major event that will reverse the future fate of the Star Kingdom.

　　 Thales was embarrassed by Yordel--Mask weird, mask weird, mask weird, Thales always recites three times in my heart---holding in his arms, passing him at the limit of speed Unknown city.

　　 Thales felt that he could no longer be silent.

　　 "Say it again, why are you here for me?" Seeing the bright sky in the distance, the traveler asked painfully.

　　 "Take you to reunite with your father." Yordel respectfully said, lowered himself, a little on the surface of a river, and brought a circle of ripples through a bridge hole.

　　 Thales rolled his eyes.

　　"So who are you?"

　　 "Your father's secret guard." Yodel respectfully passed over a high guard tower. A man of this age passed by with a child, and the guard in the tower did not even blink his eyes.

　　 Thales sighed.

　　 "Did you make a mistake? I'm just a beggar running away!"

　　 "Absolutely not, this is God's will." Yodel respectfully said, stepping on a gold shop sign, and the sign hanging on a chain did not even shake.

　　 Thales felt like he was going crazy.

　　 "Who is my father!"

　　 "An adult whom I highly respect." Yodel respectfully said, passing by a white eagle that was preying on the flying swallow, and the speed shocked both the flying swallow and the white eagle.

　　 Thales is completely desperate.

　　 This kind of rhetoric that doesn't reveal a little key information at all and makes people feel like "Wow, it's so polite, I'm sorry to be hard for him".

　　 Thales gave up.

　　Wait until they found out that they had made a mistake, Thales said silently--should not kill me?

　　The traverser turned his head, waiting to see the sunrise, while asking boredly:

　　 "Yordel."

　　 "Yes."

　　"You don’t have a diplomatic background, right."

　　 "No."

　　 "That's a pity, the way you speak is really suitable."

　　 "Thank you for your approval."

　　Yordel can't seem to hear Thales' sarcasm, but he is still respectful and authentic.

　　 He climbed over a high wall and landed silently like a spider in front of a avenue lined with exquisite flower beds.

　　 Then, out of Thales's expectation, Yordel stopped.

　　 In front of their eyes, a simple but heavy carriage parked.

　　 In front of the carriage, a middle-aged man with gray hair carried a lamp and walked towards them slowly.

　　Yordel gently put Thales down.

　　 The traverser fell to the ground, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yordel, feeling that he was a bit--well, not opening the forest?

　　The middle-aged man approached, and through the light of the lamp in his hand, Thales couldn't help but notice that his body was all pure and plain, but simple and heavy.

　　 The middle-aged man has a broad chin, which makes him look kind, and his lips are neatly and neatly short beards, showing respect, but the two cheeks are high, looking a little harsh, and the bridge of the nose is slightly soft, and it seems very mild.

　　 This is about a very complicated person, Thales said silently.

　　 He lifted his right hand-with black gloves on it-and lifted his cylinder top hat and bowed slightly.

　　 "Morning." Unlike Yodel's hoarseness and silence, this voice sounded solid and reassuring.

　　 This is a nobleman, the great nobleman—Tyles came to a conclusion.

　　 Is he?

　　 But a word from Yordel behind him made him withdraw the idea.

　　 only listen to the man with the mask in a calm tone, but in an inferior meaning:

　　 "Why are you here."

　　The middle-aged nobleman nodded slightly, smiled, and replied indifferently: "In order to be foolproof."

　　 "He doesn't believe me?" Even Thales could hear Yodel's dissatisfaction.

　　 "He believes in you very much and is even willing to entrust his wealth and life to you," the middle-aged nobleman slowly said the next sentence:

　　 "But I don't believe you, and you know why!"

　　 Thales seemed to feel a flash of lightning flowing between Yordel and the middle-aged nobleman!

　　 Yodel was silent for a moment, and unexpectedly did not answer.

　　 The middle-aged nobleman did not look at Yodel again, but slowly squatted down, with a moderate smile on his face.

　　 "Child," he said to Thales, "I know you have worked hard along the way."

　　 The middle-aged nobleman looked at the scars and bleeding on Thales, took out the glove of his right hand, and stretched out his hand to caress his wound. Every time he touched it, his brow furrowed slightly.

　　 "I'm sorry, but please believe me, boy, after another program, your misfortune will end here."

　　 Thales, who was somewhat unaccustomed to say something, saw the middle-aged nobleman put down the lamp in his hand and grabbed the right hand of the traverser.

　　 Then, he took out an exquisite sheathed dagger from his arms!

　　 Thales wanted to shrink back instinctively, but his right hand was firmly grasped by the middle-aged nobleman!

　　 "What do you want to do—" Thales asked anxiously. The middle-aged nobleman just looked at him firmly, did not let go of his hand, and slowly pulled out the dagger.

　　 "Pop!"

　　 is Yodel.

　　 He bent down, stretched out his hand and pressed the shoulder of the middle-aged nobleman!

　　 Through the mask, I can't see Yordel's face, but Thales is grateful for this "father's secret guard" for no reason.

　　 Without him, he has seen too much blood and blades tonight.

　　 "Yordel!" The middle-aged nobleman seemed very dissatisfied. He raised his head, frowned and whispered, but unquestionably said:

　　 "You know this is a must!"

　　 Thales looked up at Yodel, feeling a little panicked, although he vaguely knew that the middle-aged nobleman was not doing something harmful to him.

　　 "Then use his own dagger!" Yordel said coldly.

　　The middle-aged nobleman stared at Yodel, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be full of frost.

　　For a long time, the middle-aged nobleman compromised. He nodded and shoved the dagger in his arms.

　　Yordel then let go of the shoulders of the middle-aged nobleman.

　　 "Don't panic, kid," the middle-aged nobleman turned his attention back to Thales, his tone returned to be gentle, "Just take a blood sample."

　　 Thales looked at him.

　　The eyes of the middle-aged nobleman are gentle, but also very determined.

　　 Then the traveler nodded.

　　 waiting for my destiny.

　　 The middle-aged nobleman reached out and took off the sheathless JC dagger wrapped in cloth from Thales’ legs, took it out, and burned it on the lamp.

　　 Then, Thales didn't feel much pain, and the middle-aged nobleman used JC to pick out a drop of blood on his right middle finger.

　　What is this going to do? With the level of technology in this world, can DNA testing be done?

　　What if my body is checked out?

　　 Under Thales's curious and perturbed gaze, the drop of blood was gently dripped onto the ground by the middle-aged nobleman.

　　 In the next moment, Thales felt the familiar burning sensation, from his heart, from the blood vessels, from the muscles, from the whole body!

　　 "Ah!" he couldn't help calling out.

　　 But the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman are not on him.

　　 Thales turned his head, followed the excited eyes of the middle-aged nobleman, and looked at the lamp next to him that he had set down.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 I saw the originally calm light, burning hurriedly and burstingly at this moment! The flame grew bigger and bigger, and Yan Xin went from orange to blood red!

　　 The flames slanted in his direction.

　　 Thales suddenly understood something.

　　 blood dripping to the ground.

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　　 I saw the man wearing the mask, reaching out and taking out a glass bottle from his arms. Inside was a small cluster of flames.

　　 That is a kind of fire.

　　 At this moment, the flame heart in the glass bottle is as red as blood, and the flame heart is slightly crooked.

　　 Thales turned his head to look at the lamp on the ground, then looked at the fire in Yordel's hand, and looked at the blood on the ground, his face turned pale.

　　 It took a long time for the flame to return to normal.

　　 "Impossible..." he murmured.

　　 "Until Red Square Street, I am not sure it is you." Yordle said hoarsely.

　　The middle-aged nobleman seemed to be very excited. He carefully put away the JC dagger in his hand, and respectfully said: "Now—"

　　 But the traverser interrupted him with action.

　　 Thales gritted his teeth, slammed his right **** with his left hand, squeezed out a few drops of blood from the small wound, and fell to the ground!

　　 "噗!"

　　 The flames of the lamp on the ground grew bigger again, turning red.

　　"This is a magical technique deployed by the chief priest Li Xiya twelve years ago. As long as your blood drips on the ground of the royal capital, the lamp of blood will be ignited from the darkness." The middle-aged nobleman tremblingly said.

　　 Thales suddenly understood.

　　 The day Quaid was beaten, his blood dripped to the ground.

　　Quide slaughtered the beggar when his blood dripped to the ground.

　　 When he hit the wall in the air, his blood dripped to the ground.

　　 When Ashida was murdered with magic power, his blood also dripped to the ground.

　　 Thales sighed helplessly.

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