Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 192: Different descent (below)

Chapter 688 Different descent (Part 2)

Huh?

At that moment, Thales was stunned.

She just, just... ran away?

Lausang, who was full of murderous intent, also froze.

Looking at this scene, the two couldn't react.

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Thales was in a hurry, but as soon as he spoke, Xi Lai's figure disappeared into the darkness and was no longer seen.

After a while, even the sound of her footsteps was lost in the gurgling water.

So...

Thales twitched the corner of his mouth.

Are you so disrespectful?

I am also your blind date anyway, um, the blind date in name—although the meal money is paid by your brother.

Several seconds later, Thales turned his head stiffly, looked at the black-clothed killer in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Oops, Oops.

A few seconds later, both of them came back to their senses at the same time.

"Tsk tsk tsk, oh," Lausanne looked at the direction where Hilley disappeared, and sighed, with a strange tone, "Wow."

Hey, what does he mean?

Thales was embarrassed by his stare, and became angry from embarrassment.

What does he mean by 'whoa'?

Ah! What's the meaning!

What kind of **** is Lausanne II, isn't he a killer?

Damn, why so much nonsense!

Do you still want to fight?

Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!

The next second, looking at Thales with an awkward expression, Lausanne II seemed to know what he was thinking, and his figure instantly bullied him!

The battle will start again.

Thales was shocked, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and also bullied him with a sharp blade!

Wyana is ruthless and Shirai is ruthless.

Now, he can only hope that Rolf and Glover will wake up quickly.

Thales is like a mad dog, trying his best to cause the opponent the greatest trouble.

If it doesn’t work...

At this moment, Thales' ears moved.

"Sagu Mo Radha...Ima La Hay..."

It was Shire's voice, which came from the depths of the tunnel behind him, and was caught in his ears by the senses of hell.

"Ila Faoso..."

It was a shallow crooning, like a murmur in a dream, or a folk tune, but none of it was in language, without logic, like different syllables that were incompatible were forced together, without knowing what it meant.

During the battle, Thales frowned.

Huh?

What is this?

What is she doing?

But the battle cannot be a distraction.

Swipe twice, following Luosang's ingenious step, the boy's dagger was emptied without any accident.

But Thales, who has long been experienced, is not afraid, and the dagger shoots out!

Sure enough, Luosang's body moved again, dodging the strange dagger completely.

The corner of Thales's mouth curled up. He looked at the direction where the dagger disappeared, held it with his left hand, and waited for JC to obediently return to his hand, then let it avoid interception in the air and go straight to the target...

But at this moment, the long sword in Luosang's hand also flew out, and the hilt hit Thales' left hand fiercely!

"Ah!"

Thales groaned in pain, his left hand trembled!

Damn it!

He couldn't hold the dagger, so he couldn't apply its initial kinetic energy...

With a bang, the JC dagger miraculously appeared in front of Lausanne again, but this time, it fell limply to the enemy's feet.

No threat.

Oops!

Thales turned pale with fright, but Lausanne II in front of him smiled slightly, and he had already bullied him, pinching his fingers into knives!

He went straight to Thales' side jaw.

Bang!

"Beep——"

The moment Thales was hit on the chin by his opponent, Thales only felt a buzzing in his ears.

At the same moment, all the sounds turned into buzzing and tinnitus.

Including Hilley's low murmur.

"Madua Ka Yehara...Imaeu Jacques Ro...beep-"

However...

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Before losing consciousness, in the senses of hell, those strange syllables that Xi Lai chanted in the depths of the tunnel magically changed their voices and pitches in the buzzing tinnitus...

[...your mother moans endlessly, life and death are in a state of confusion, and the beginning and end end...]

They turned into another language that Thales couldn't tell what it was, but somehow understood the meaning:

【...Your veins extend endlessly, running through the layers of realms, ending and beginning...】

Confusion, pain, regret, discomfort, expectation, sadness... all kinds of feelings are mixed in an instant.

【...I see the indistinguishable way from ancient times, the bright bridge is unobstructed and unobstructed, and everything is one...】

Thales raised a question in a daze:

What is this?

【... I have a chaotic boat on the other side, and I can cross the vast and vast soup, and the worlds are hard to separate...】

The next second, Thales' eyes went dark, and he completely lost control of his body.

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In the Emerald City, the sun sets.

Tormund Mallos stood expressionlessly in this grassy clearing, dressed like an ordinary traveler.

He listened silently to the noise in the streets of the Emerald City in the distance, feeling uncertain.

Until the second guard, Gianluca Commuto, appeared behind him, out of breath.

"No, sir, His Highness's traces will be cut off near here. There are few people here, and there are no witnesses. We...we can't search for it."

Then why not continue searching?

Mallos turned around and exchanged glances with Hugo Forby, the flag bearer on the other side.

Why are you stupid enough to come back and waste time and energy?

"Thank you," Mallos replied calmly, "Try other methods, such as local connections?"

Kong Mutuo nodded, turned and left.

"Lord!"

Second-class vanguard officer, Ollie Oskarsen rushed over and passed Kongmutuo.

"This is the last sign of the Vanguard Wing that the Glover Vanguard drew all the way," he was a little annoyed, "We couldn't find the next one—damn, he should be nearby!"

Then you should dig three feet into the ground.

Mallos nodded.

Even if you dig to the prison river or the kingdom of heaven, you should dig them out.

Why are you still complaining here?

Also looked exasperated, as if this could help.

Waiting for someone to comfort him?

"Don't worry," Mallos said in a calm and reassuring tone, "There is a reason for this, look for secret doors and secret passages in the streets, maybe he escaped into some path that we don't know about."

Oscarsen took a deep breath and had to leave:

"Yes, sir."

Mallos watched their backs leave without moving an inch, letting the shadow cast by the setting sun cover half of their faces.

A black raven flew overhead, circling twice, until Hugo Forbe beside him held a directional stone, raised his arm, let it land, and removed the letter from the raven's legs.

"Duke Jann's parade has ended, he is on his way back to the palace, he should have received the news," the flag officer Fubi read the letter with a serious expression, "Secretary Officer Kaguile repeatedly urged, Butler Ashford is also here, True Wyer, um, I mean Wyer's attendant is trying to delay it, but I'm afraid we can't keep it a secret.”

Grass.

Mallos said silently.

"Let the attendant tell them that Miss Hilley invited His Highness to spend a good night together," Mallos said calmly, "Although they can find out by themselves."

His Highness, who is troublesome and does not listen to persuasion, prefers to make his own way, along the way, whether it is the dumb who used to be a gangster, the son of the foreign minister, or even the troublesome Arend girl, that always Just by looking at the black lion cub with malicious intentions behind him, he accepted all dubious people in, making the whole team mixed and impure.

So there is today's embarrassment.

He is still obsessed with sex, mixing with Kevin Dill's daughter, even D.D can see that the girl has a lot of secrets, not a fuel-efficient lamp...

Fubby nodded, sketched a message, and released the ravens again.

A few minutes later, Majoros's old subordinate, the special herald Xerle Toledo, came to report back. He shook his head with a shameful expression.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but we still haven't found it...we, we have let you down."

Mallos sighed softly.

No, no, exactly, you have let the kingdom down.

"Thanks for your hard work," Mallos turned his head and said consolingly, "It's not your fault that something happened unexpectedly and the situation was sudden."

As for me, well, I had no hope for you.

This bunch of rubbish.

Wine bag rice bag.

For such a long time, being raised by that soft-faced master who has no majesty and no majesty, he has been raised as a fool and lost all vigor.

Including him, Tormund Mallos himself.

It's a shame for the royal guard.

Mallos smiled and patted Toledo on the shoulder encouragingly:

"Keep searching, tell the brothers, just do your best."

After returning to Star Lake Fort, he will increase the training cost of these people by 30%, and reduce the vacation by half...

More than three times the amount of training.

Until the drill dies.

If they were still alive to return to Star Lake Fort, they would not have been imprisoned in the Bones Prison by the long-awaited Vice Captain Vogel for dereliction of duty until they died of old age.

"Grass."

Fubby interrupted them by speaking suddenly.

Toledo was puzzled for a while:

"Your Excellency the Flag Officer, what? What kind of grass?"

Hugo Fubi didn't speak, but just looked at Mallos.

Following the eyes of the flag officer, the watchman squatted down and gently picked up a bunch of weeds on the ground.

The next second, the bunch of weeds in his hand visibly turned yellow, shrunk, blackened, shriveled, and finally slumped.

One-touch dust.

"This grass is drying up a bit fast."

Toledo looked at the powder left by the bunch of weeds and said in surprise:

"Is it a species unique to Emerald City?"

No.

Not "kinda fast".

It is unnaturally fast.

Mallos raised his head, and the wild grass in front of him, whether far or near, fast or slow, showed signs of gradually withering.

He frowned deeply, with a dignified expression.

And he is sure, this is definitely not the variety of Emerald City.

"Toledo, call the brothers back, everyone."

The look of the watchman did not change, but the speed of ordering was a little faster: "Investigate the location of these weeds withered, and find out the source - just like a fire, there is always a point of fire."

Although he was puzzled, Toledo did not hesitate, and he gestured to the distance.

Collect the team, assemble.

Itariano put away his binoculars from a high place, and responded with a bird call.

Mallos picked up a few bunches of weeds again, watched them slowly turn black and wither, and then exchanged glances with Forby's bannerman.

"Lord," Toledo couldn't help asking, "You, do you know what this is?"

Mallos was silent for a while, then nodded:

"We're in trouble."

"Huh?"

Toledo is still puzzled.

"This phenomenon was first recorded in the classics of the ancient Myojin Church," Mallos squeezed the weed powder on his hand, and explained softly, "Anomalies that are obviously different from the four seasons of the climate, such as rivers and swamps drying up, fertile The ground is cracked, frost falls in midsummer, scorching heat in winter, even the dead come back to life, and the remnants recover... Hugo, what is the record of the flag wing?"

Hugo Forby, the standard-bearer, narrowed his eyes.

"Most of the time, this means that there are existences outside the boundary, ignoring the supreme taboo of the creation of the gods, and using various means to cross the insurmountable boundary wall," Fubi's banner official said lightly, "they come to this world, just like When the oil falls into the water or the meteor falls to the ground, the law is reversed, and the law is out of order..."

Mallos nodded lightly and took over the conversation:

"Make the usual unusual, and the different will be more different."

Toledo was confused:

"Existence outside the bounds? Reversal? Anomie? What do you mean? The end of the world?"

Hugo the flag officer shook his head:

"From the Myojin Church to the Holy Day Belief, and even today's Sunset Temple, the clergy call this a holy miracle or a miracle, which indicates that an angel from heaven will come to the mortal world to perform miracles, or that a mortal prophet will achieve divine success. Holy, spread the divine will..."

"Miracles, miracles, prophets, gods?"

Toledo was puzzled: "Now? In the Emerald City?"

"That's just what the church says."

Mallos stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"As for the others, to be precise, the mages of the Magic Tower have called this phenomenon for thousands of years..."

The watchman looked at the gradually withering weeds around him, with a dignified tone:

"Different descent."

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"Crack!"

There was a burning pain on the face.

"Wake up, fake Huaia!"

Wyah?

Why Wyah?

In the white smoke, Thales just opened his eyes in a daze when he saw a slap coming towards him!

Huh?

Thales exclaimed, and instinctively grabbed the slap, only to realize that the person in front of him was Miss Hilley.

"Very good, you're awake!" Shy Lai was surprised and happy, and pulled him up from the ground.

Yes, I'm awake.

Thales found himself still in the tunnel, and for some reason, there was a faint strange white smoke everywhere, as if someone was smoking in the tunnel below.

"What's the matter with this smoke? Smoke bombs? Your magic?"

Heilei frowned slightly:

"Well, is it?"

In a daze, Thales shook his buzzing head:

"I, how long have I passed out?"

"Five seconds, ten seconds at most."

So long?

Huh?

So, what about the others?

Thales was taken aback, instinctively turned around:

In the white smoke, Glover, Rolf, Catherine, and Slimani were still lying on the ground.

Slimani was still smacking his mouth in his dream, but Glover had already started to wake up slowly.

Aren't they... all dead?

Not even a little wound, all right?

Huh?

Thales was startled, instinctively turned around:

"He, what about him?"

What about the enemy?

What about Lausanne?

Where is the man in black?

What about the killer who knocked everyone down by relying on his supernatural power?

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing caught Thales' attention.

Only a few meters away, the figure of Lausanne II passed by, and suddenly appeared in the white smoke.

Thales was startled, and subconsciously touched the dagger on the ground, only to see another figure flashing through the smoke, rushing towards the black-clothed Lausanne II.

Shua!

The sword wind is overflowing, the white smoke fades, revealing the battle situation:

The man in black's opponent was fighting with Luosang with long swords. I saw his footsteps were steady.

That's...

But to Thales' surprise, this swordsman who couldn't see his face was not only unaffected by the opponent's ability, but also blocked it all the way, slowly dismantling and fast attacking.

In the face of Lausanne's superb swordsmanship, he performed with ease and did not lose the wind in the slightest.

Obviously, he is a rare master.

"Who are you!"

Luosan spoke coldly in the white smoke, but compared to before, his tone was a bit more impatient:

"Who did you learn swordsmanship from?"

But his opponent didn't answer, he just used his sword blindly, forcing Lausanne away from Thales.

Thales came back to his senses, he waved away the white smoke with a pungent smell, shook his head, and tried to sort out his memory:

"Fa, what happened?"

"Ah," Xi Lai raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickering, "I'm lucky. As soon as I went out, I met rescuers."

"Rescue soldiers?"

Thales was surprised.

This unlucky ghoul tunnel, an abandoned sewer that no one can find, where did the rescue come from?

"Who is it? What rescue?"

He turned his head, wanting to see which chivalrous master Lu Jianbuping saved them, and was able to fight evenly against the opponent with excellent supernatural swordsmanship, but Xi Lai grabbed his collar and ears, and could not bear He resisted and pulled back.

"You don't want to die!"

Amid Thales' cries of pain, Xi Lai kicked hard and hit Slimani's flat palm, causing the defender to scream in pain and wake up from the drooling dream.

"Wake them up, let's run!"

————

Hey!

In the battle on the other side, the moment the sword lights intersected, Lausanne II retreated three steps in a row, his left arm trembling.

Now, he has no time to worry about the prince and his goals.

Lausang took a deep breath, and raised his **** left arm: the wound left on it was extremely deep, and the sharp edge penetrated into the bone.

"This is... a triumphant blow." He reluctantly opened his mouth.

That's right, a triumphant strike.

And this triumphant blow was executed perfectly, accurately and powerfully.

The timing is right, the pressure is full, and the lethality is considerable.

It couldn't be more perfect.

It is quite different from the young royal guard who met in Diop's mansion before.

If you change to the person you were a few years ago, you won't be able to continue.

However, this level of triumph...

Lausang lowered his left arm, looked at the opponent in front of him solemnly, and squeezed the long sword in his hand more and more tightly.

This is impossible.

Impossible.

However, the other party seemed to have heard his heart, and smiled slightly:

"The world is big, nothing is impossible."

No.

Lausang took a deep breath, his tone trembling slightly:

"You are, who are you? Where did you learn this triumphant strike?"

Among the white smoke, the visitor walked forward slowly, revealing his true face in the dim light of the fire.

"And the world is small."

It was a man in his forties~IndoMTL.com~ with a handsome face, bright eyes, bright clothes, and complete armor. He was incompatible with the dirty and smelly tunnels around him, like a touch of bright color in black ink.

The moment he saw the other party's appearance clearly, Luosang's eyes froze.

No.

This is impossible!

"How is the ten-style practice of the Legion, my best student?"

The long sword swivels in the man's hand, as nimbly and skillfully as an arm.

Just like Lausanne just now.

In the faint white smoke, Lausanne II had an unbelievable expression.

"Teacher?"

He spoke softly, as if seeing a ghost:

"Handro Joaquin?"