Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 196: Project Z

Chapter 692 Project Z

"What did you say?"

Miranda, who had just rested from the rotation, leaned on a sword, knelt on one knee, and asked Kongmuto who came to pass the order in disbelief:

"Retreat? Now?"

She tried to adjust her breathing and looked around: the royal guards conveyed orders with gestures or whispers, and many people showed the same surprise on their faces, but the expressions of most of them were fleeting, obeying orders retreat in sequence.

"What about the enemy?"

Miranda looked at the center of the field: Under Toledo's order, the four masters who besieged Lausanne retreated at the same time.

Lausanne II had a little respite, but Toledo gave another order, and I saw (being ordered to stand by for too long) an angry Nate Nexi jumped into the field with a roar, and his sword came out. Ruhong!

"Clang!"

Lausang tried to parry this sword again and again, but Nexi's second sword immediately chased after him without stopping!

"Interesting, young man." Lausanne's eyes lit up, but his movements were not slow, "You are better than that girl from Tianma Movement."

But after he finished speaking, Nexi's expression changed drastically, filled with embarrassment and anger, he roared angrily, and the attack became more urgent!

Although there was only one person, Nexi's sword flashed with astonishing momentum. The sword light covered every angle of the opponent's body, no less than the previous four-person siege. For a while, he suppressed Lausanne II so that he could only defend but not attack , unable to move an inch.

Miranda frowned again and again.

Strange.

This Lengtouqing, when he played against her before, he was not so strong in two-on-one.

"Ouch, the mad dog is out of the cage... Ahem, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I mean," Kongmuto on the sidelines hastily changed his words. He returned to the conversation with Miranda with a confused expression on his face, "This is an order from the prince. : Put a long line and catch big fish.”

"Isn't this fish big enough?"

Miranda couldn't understand: "This guy's strength is close to the extreme, and we are only close to..."

"He's at the extreme, even stronger." A familiar voice came from behind them, unhurried and confident.

The two turned their heads, and Mallos stood behind them, staring intently at the one-on-one duel in the arena.

Kong Mutuo immediately greeted him solemnly, and the watchman nodded to him, motioning him to continue delivering orders.

"Stronger?"

Miranda stood up and flicked the long sword: "But he—"

At this moment, Mallos moved his arm and snatched away the Yingxiang from the female swordsman's hand!

Miranda turned around in surprise: "You—"

Damn it, she was caught off guard by him just now...

"Shuh!"

In the arena, Nexi seized the opportunity and made a dangerous ultimate move of the sword wind, but was dodged by Lausanne II in a matter of seconds.

Mallos frowned imperceptibly, he flicked the long sword in his hand, and thrust it into the ground.

"In order to be flexible and changeable in posture, in the mainstream swordsmanship of the Tianma series, one-handed swords are used more than two-handed." Mallos looked at Miranda, "But you have been fighting with two-handed swords for more than five minutes. Already."

"What does this tell us—"

But in the next second, the watchman grabbed Miranda's right wrist!

Miranda was shocked and angry: "What are you doing—"

"Because I can no longer hold on with one hand." Mallos said lightly.

Miranda hesitated when she heard the words.

Mallos remained expressionless, and gently pulled off the female swordsman's black gloves:

I saw that the female swordsman's right hand, which was covered with thick calluses and even somewhat deformed, was trembling uncontrollably at this moment.

And her fingers were severely congested, red and swollen, and there were even blood stains on the joints such as the tiger's mouth, and there was even a scratch on the back of the hand, which continued to ooze blood.

Miranda's breathing accelerated, her eyes focused.

Looking at the injury far beyond estimate, Mallos frowned and said:

"I know his sword is hard to handle, and I know you are strong-willed, but don't you feel the pain?"

Miranda's complexion changed, and she withdrew her palm!

"It's just a small injury."

She gritted her teeth and put back her black gloves with a full face of resentment, but her fingers couldn't stop shaking: "The key now is that we have already gained the upper hand. Retreat..."

"I don't want to offend," Mallos interrupted her, his words were cold, "but Star Lake Castle, everyone around the prince, must obey my orders."

Miranda gave a big meal.

Mallos narrowed his eyes: "Of course, according to tradition, the prince's mistress is excluded."

Miranda's jaw clenched.

Mallos' expression remained unchanged, staring at her indifferently.

"Yes, Lord Mallos." A few seconds later, the female swordsman took a deep breath, regained her composure, stepped back and bowed, "obey the order, sir."

That's right, she knows that although the prince himself is gentle and agrees with his words, he still makes many people uncomfortable when he joins the Star Lake Guard halfway.

Some things are so deeply rooted that they cannot be resolved with just a few words or an order from above.

It's like I just arrived at Broken Dragon Fortress - those big soldiers, they not only respect Chief Sonia, but also support her, and regard her as one of their own, they will bloom with the fortress to make everyone Dirty jokes for laughing together.

But they never joked with themselves like that, even if they did, it was behind the scenes, the kind that would make her feel uncomfortable.

But...

Miranda looked around at the Xinghu guards who retreated one after another and slowly disappeared from sight.

But Paul also joined halfway, including Wyah and Dumb, but they were able to integrate very well.

Why?

Miranda took a deep breath and turned away.

Forget it, compared to Ashe, she was much luckier.

Right now.

"I have a plan."

Mallos' voice sounded and explained:

"The code name is Z, and I can kill this guy with the least cost."

Plan Z?

Miranda raised her brows and said back:

"Really? How?"

During the speech, Nexi's offensive ushered in the second wave of climax, I saw that his offensive sword was faster than the sword, and his moves were chained one after another, step by step forcing Lausanne II to be irresistible.

But Mallos frowned more and more.

"Go and join the others, Hugo, I mean the Forbes flag officer will explain it to you."

Miranda wanted to ask again, but stopped at the last moment. She bit her lower lip tightly:

"I see."

In the next second, the situation in the field changed suddenly, and one second before Nexi attacked with a sure-kill sword, Luosang sent a sword from the most impossible angle, hitting the former's wrist!

Nesi snorted in pain, and everyone's nerves tensed up.

However, the herald Toledo entered the battle from one side at the right time, and the mediocre three swords were able to parry Lausanne's counterattack, giving the injured Nexi a chance to be replaced and withdraw from the battle.

It's faster than expected.

Mallos pondered.

"Do me a favor, ma'am, go and persuade the young master of the Bozdorf family, I can see that he also has objections to the order," Mallos snorted softly, "Besides these guards, there are noble and Young masters and ladies who are difficult to be disciplined are a headache."

"I'm not—I understand," Miranda was upset at first, but then controlled his emotions, "Yes, I will ensure that Paul obeys orders."

Or obey her sword.

Mallos looked at her reaction with delicate eyes.

Miranda wanted to reach for her weapon, but Mallos reached out before her and pulled out Eagle Fly.

"Ancient Empire Sword?"

"It's been recast, its predecessor has been destroyed, and it lacks a lot of alleged magical power," Miranda shook his head, "It's not as good as the Falkenhauser's 'Warner' handed down by His Royal Highness, or the other family's ..."

Mallos shook his head and denied:

"Wrong, it's definitely better than Prince's, much better."

Miranda was taken aback.

With a movement of Mallos' wrist, the hilt of the sword was stretched forward:

"Because he never uses it."

Miranda paused.

A few seconds later, she nodded and took Yingxiang with trembling hands.

"Remember how you feel today." Mallos said with deep meaning.

"What?"

Mallos snorted softly, and looked at the two duels in the arena:

"It's not often that you have such an opportunity. There are more than a dozen super-level masters to guarantee your absolute safety, and an extreme master who is good at swordsmanship and relentless will come to you as a free training partner, so that you can survive life and death. Let go of your hands and feet in between, and hone your ability to perform supernormally."

Free sparring, super performance?

"It's not just me." Miranda felt a little uncomfortable, she looked at her colleagues around, "they are the same."

"No, they can't, most of them can't, it's just for being beaten," Mallos shook his head, turned and left, "It's like when His Royal Highness was taking the ancient empire literature class, Doyle also stood at the door to listen, but He is just chattering in his ears, which is of no benefit, at most it helps sleep.

Mallos turned his head and gave her a profile:

"Only when the level is reached can we benefit from it."

Miranda looked at her trembling hands, thoughtful.

A few minutes later, Toledo's sword light around his body was unstable for a while, connected with the three swords of Lausanne II, and took several steps back!

"Very good defense," Lausanne sneered, sending the long sword forward, "but not enough."

The next moment, Toledo roared, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and retreated.

But Lausanne II didn't pursue him, he turned his head with a feeling in his heart, and found Mallos standing behind him holding the hilt of his sword.

Besides, most of the surrounding guards have disappeared without knowing it, and the remaining sporadic figures have also disappeared into the distance one after another.

Lausanne II frowned.

Strange.

Why did they give up so quickly?

With more and less, shouldn't they be very confident, feel that there is a good chance, and want to capture themselves alive with a protracted battle, and then...

"Why?"

Lausanne II has a hoarse voice:

"You have already caught me."

Mario smiled, and glanced around from the corner of his eye to confirm that the guards were evacuating in an orderly manner:

"You mean, you got us?"

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

Bang!

Another firework exploded in the air, clearly illuminating the confronting two people.

"You stayed alone," Lausanne II faced Mallos, his eyes locked on the other's sword, "Why?"

"This way you don't have to go after other people."

Lausang's gaze changed.

Mallos then asked:

"His Royal Highness said that your name is Lausanne, or 'Second King', why? A **** with a nickname, there are so many powerful and famous folk thieves, why is it this notorious and despised villain? ? Just to scare people?"

Lausanne II was silent for a moment.

"Like a name, a person can't choose his own nickname." His face was hidden under the mask, only a pair of eyes shining brightly, "It's like fate."

Mallos frowned:

"Well, a bit esoteric."

Lausanne II snorted coldly and was about to draw his sword, but Mallos quickly raised his hand in front of him, motioning for him to wait.

"Okay, okay, I admit it: I have to say that you are superb in terms of swordsmanship alone. Among the fighters I have seen, you can be ranked in the top two."

Mallos' eyes moved:

"Even as good as Master Shao Yu in the Tower of Terminator."

Lausanne II did not speak.

"As for your physical fitness..."

Mallos pondered for a while.

"Being under siege and fighting fiercely for a long time, you don't feel out of breath, your movements are not deformed, your shots are as steady as before, your center of gravity is perfectly balanced, and your steps are not chaotic at all." The strength of the blows can be maintained at a very high level without attenuation."

The way Lausanne II looked at him slowly changed.

"And your injuries, although I don't know how many injuries you suffered before we arrived, but you can't feel the pain, right?"

Mallos sighed:

"In short, I have only seen such abundant physical strength and such a terrifying quality in Wrath of the Kingdom."

It doesn't match the previous information at all.

Thinking of this, Mallos changed his subject:

"Is all of this related to the alien descent just now? You used some...inhuman power?"

Lausanne II was silent for a while.

"The knowledge and eyesight are good," he said quietly, "I don't know, what is the strength?"

Mallos laughed, he shook his head:

"Well, my forte is not fighting——"

The next second, with a bang, another firework exploded in the sky, and Lausanne's sword pierced Mallos in an instant!

Damn it!

Mallos gritted his teeth and drew his sword, unbeatable for this sudden blow!

It seems that you have to fight if you don't fight.

The sword of Lausanne II trembled in the air, and with the flash of fireworks, it struck again. Mallos had no choice but to swing his sword vigorously, blocking two attacks in a row!

"You just said that you are a watchman?"

Luosan strolled in the garden, but stepped forward step by step, the long sword in his hand was fast and slow, and the attack was free and easy, matching his steps.

"Clang!"

On the contrary, Mallos struggled to block but seemed overwhelmed and kept retreating:

"Yes?"

"Outrageous."

Lausang snorted coldly:

"I have the impression that the previous watchman of the royal guard was ridiculously strong - Joaquin admired him again and again, and even someone as arrogant as Bruno would be willing to bow down."

The long sword of Lausanne II changed direction and attacked:

"How did it get to you, so ridiculously weak, worse than your subordinates?"

Mallos took another step back and fell completely passive, defending extremely hard: "Watchman, the most important thing is not martial arts..."

But before he finished speaking, Lausanne II's long sword moved like thunder and fell from the sky!

Oops!

"Shuh!"

Amid the roar of the wind, Mallos retreated three steps in a row, dodging the killing blow in a panic!

The field returned to silence until Lausanne coldly drew the long sword from Mallos' foothold just now.

"So that's it, your skills are not very good," the black-clothed killer said with a slight tone, "but your intuitive judgment, including your evasion skills, are very good, and you are very suitable to be a commander."

The next second, Luosang's words changed, and the sword wind howled!

"Sit in the rear, protect yourself, and let others die!"

Mallos saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he had to face it head-on!

"Clang!"

With a sharp sound, the watchman knelt down on one knee, with his long sword blocked above his head, firmly resisting Luosang's vertical cut.

Lausanne took the top position, his broken blade suppressed Mallos' weapon, combined with the weight, crushed Mallos tremblingly, unable to move.

"You know, letting others die," Mallos said with difficulty while insisting, "It's much harder than sending yourself to death."

"That's right," Lausanne sneered ironically, "Those who want others to die will think so."

During the wrestling, the two swords deformed slightly and groaned.

Mallos gritted his teeth, watched Jianfeng slowly approaching, but suddenly smiled.

"You are right, my former watchman is highly skilled in martial arts, and is difficult to beat in the world."

He was panting hard:

"But no matter how powerful martial arts are, they can't save him."

Mallos stared sharply:

"Or you."

The next second, the power of ending that had been stored in his body for a long time suddenly collapsed.

I saw Mallos let go of the hilt of his sword, turned around, and dodged Lausanne's condescending slash!

"Chick!"

With a muffled sound, Luosang's sword sliced ​​into the ground.

But the black-clothed killer's eyes tightened: Mallos flashed to the side, his hands flashed silver, and wiped Lausanne II's throat.

Lossanne II's heart sank, and he tilted his head, barely avoiding Mallos' shining silver hands!

Shua!

With a muffled sound, Mallos wiped his hands, revealing a trace of blood.

Lausanne II snorted and backed away extremely quickly.

But Mallos chased him straight up, followed like a shadow, and walked close to Luosang, but he didn't let him keep a distance, the two were so close that they couldn't avoid it!

Shua! Swish! Swish!

After three consecutive muffled sounds of tearing clothes and even flesh and blood, Lausanne II roared and shook his long arms, and the two figures finally separated!

Mallos was "ripped" off his body like a sticker, and fell to the ground with a plop.

This round is over, and the field has returned to silence.

"Melee throwing skills on the grassland," Mallos coughed in pain, and stood up from the ground, "It seems that you are not only good at swordsmanship."

On the opposite side of him, Lausanne II was in a state of embarrassment - he put the sword in his left hand, raised his **** right hand, and looked in disbelief at the countless wounds from his shoulder to his forearm, one of which almost reached his chest The key.

The killer in black lowered his arms and looked at Mallos:

The watchman held two strange daggers in his hands, one with a strange curvature and a hooked blade, and the other with smooth lines and serrated edges.

At this moment, the two ominous daggers are covered with drops of blood.

"So that's it. Your nonsense just now, including your clumsy swordsmanship, is just a deceptive decoration. What you are really good at is this pair of short soldiers," Lausanne II came to his senses, "The prince's dagger, including his You taught the throwing knife trick?"

Mallos sighed, feeling the weakness in his body.

It's a pity.

Obviously very close.

"I don't have that kind of qualification and honor." The watchman flipped his palms, and the two daggers shook in the air, shaking off blood, and disappeared miraculously. It's good to learn the emperor's style of swordsmanship."

Lausanne II was silent for a while, he stared closely at Mallos' hands, his gaze moved slightly.

"These two daggers... one hook and one cut, one positive and one reverse, when the two blades meet, there will be blood immediately," Lausanne II hummed a proverb, and his tone changed, "You are Mallos family?"

Mallos frowned.

"Old Joaquin has an old acquaintance."

Luosan snorted softly, answering the question in his mind:

"During the imperial era, many knights carried daggers as secondary weapons, but only the Mariodios family, the hereditary royal interrogators—or, the Mallos family passed down to today—could use daggers to fight in close quarters. As a major skill, it is better than sword shooting, it can be called a heresy of imperial style martial arts."

Mallos' expression changed.

Sure enough, this black-clothed killer has extensive knowledge and knowledge, and he can be called a master of martial arts.

Losang tutted:

"But I heard from Turnbull that this family colluded with the rebels and was taken over in one pot in the **** year-what, did you slip through the net?"

At that moment, Mallos remained motionless.

Lausanne II didn't rush him either, he didn't even care about the terrible wound on his hand, but stared at Mallos wholeheartedly.

"I lied."

After a while, Mallos spoke softly.

"About your details, Banqiyi didn't find out much," the watchman slowly raised his head, his eyes hard to discern, "Not as many records as the watchman."

Lausanne II's gaze changed slightly.

"That's right, Master Joaquin took in nine attendants—but on the eighth time, he took in two attendants at once, including Joao Aknet," Mallos said with a flat expression. I don't care, "But another servant from a humble background, for some reason, his name and deeds have long been taboo."

Lausanne II gripped the sword tightly, his blood flowing over the hilt and down the blade.

"Joe Boyle."

Mallos spoke softly:

"Or should I say, Servant Boyle?"

Crack!

Another firework exploded.

Joe Boyle.

Lausanne II froze on the spot.

That name has been forgotten for a long time.

"My name is, Lausanne." He subconsciously said.

Mallos smiled.

"Thirty years ago, at the 'Selection' of the Emerald Festival, you sneaked through the armor of Aknet's attendant and made it to the finals. ——Prince Horace who swept all the powers all the way and finally won the championship."

Choose will.

The Sword of Light Tracing.

Lausanne II trembled slightly.

"Although it's an imposter, but you have made great achievements in your first appearance, and you are also a student of Master Joaquin. You should have become famous when you were young," Mallos continued, with a calm voice, "However, soon after, you He made a huge mistake, causing the eldest son of the king, Midil, to fall off a horse and seriously injured."

The eldest son of the king.

Lausanne II was in a trance for a moment.

But after only a few seconds, he sneered lightly.

"Fall from the horse, seriously injured?"

The face of the killer in black is hidden behind the mask:

"What else do you know?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

"The prince's eldest son is in a deep coma, bedridden and dying," the watchman's tone darkened, "while the pregnant Queen Natalie was eager to love her son, and unfortunately gave birth prematurely amidst the fear, and died of illness."

"The former king lost his wife and children, full of grief and anger," Mallos observed Lausanne's reaction, "then a group of people were severely punished, and you, you were destroyed with your sword and armor, your name was removed from your branding hand, and everything was taken away. Honor, imprisoned in the prison of bones, and even the name of the runner-up left in the election will be erased, and no one dared to mention it for many years."

Destroy the sword, seize the armor, brand the hand, remove the name...

Losang slowly lowered his head, looking at his sword hand.

Mallos sighed.

"It wasn't until the holy tree kingdom sent the elixir that the eldest son of the king woke up and recovered. It is frail and sickly, unable to move an inch."

Lausanne II sneered.

"Forgiveness, forgiveness, ha, Midil, how noble." He gritted his teeth and said every word full of hatred.

Mallos took a deep breath and moved his hands:

"The rest of the story is probably that you met the members of the Blood Bottle Gang in prison, and after you got out of prison, you had nowhere to go, so you let yourself down, and did the dirty work of killing people."

"Then, one night many years later, you ran into a fellow student who was far inferior to you back then, but now he has made a fortune, serving the royal guard before the imperial court, Lord Acknett."

"Haha!"

Without warning, Lausanne II suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "There is nowhere to go, hahaha, I am willing to fall, hahahaha!"

Mallos frowned slightly.

Lausang smiled for more than ten seconds, then gradually stopped, and looked at Mallos again.

Mallos let out a breath.

"Perhaps you don't know, Master Joaquin was finally dragged by you, resigned with guilt, and returned to his hometown to live in seclusion," the watchman shook his head, "He barely survived by teaching basic swordsmanship to children, got drunk all day long, and his evening scene is bleak , and died in depression."

"He deserves it."

Lausanne II interrupted him without hesitation, and his words were full of complex hatred: "He deserves to die, drowning in the fantasy dream he wove for himself."

Mallos frowned tightly.

A few seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"Do you know why people who have been tortured can still swing their swords normally?"

Lausang's eyes moved.

"Back then, my cousin was in the punishment wing of the guards. He was in charge of torture and interrogation. As you said, he and Master Joaquin are old acquaintances."

Lausanne II clenched the sword in his hand.

But Mallos' words turned cold.

"But my cousin is not a person who perverts the law, and the guards are also illegal. Do you think he is really brave, and he can really let you go under the eyes of so many colleagues?"

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"The fact is that on the night when you will be branded for crimes, you have been a model knight all your life, master Joaquin who has studied swordsmanship and is a master of martial arts. He violated the prohibition and broke into the palace gate..."

Mallos spoke in a calm tone:

"In front of the late king and the entire court, Master Joaquin took off his helmet—the helmet given to him by the late king..."

He whispered:

"I smashed my own swordsman."

————

It was not Black Sword who defeated Lausanne II, but someone else?

Thales was walking on the road, thinking about this sentence carefully.

Right now.

[Xi Gu Karana——]

Huh?

What sound?

Thales looked back with a glance:

Hilley still looked distressed and full of worries, Slimani seemed distraught and tripped from time to time, and Glover supported Rolf and Catherine with a depressed face...

Everything is fine.

Strange.

So he got it wrong?

Thales shook his head, turned around and continued walking.

Then the next step is to go to Kongming Palace, in this direction...

Huh?

Thales was taken aback again.

Kongming Palace... Kongming Palace is here, in which direction?

At that moment, he stared blankly at the soles of his feet, and felt again:

"Never get lost" is not working.

He lost his way again.

Thales looked around subconsciously:

From left to right, front to back, all around... Faint ominous white smoke rose again from all around.

【Mi Tara Naka...】

Here we go again.

Strange and blunt syllables murmured from a distance, vague, illogical, and unknown.

In a hurry, Thales turned to greet the others:

Did you see it? Everyone? This strange white smoke, like in the tunnel, and... what's going on?

Huh?

Thales was taken aback.

It feels weird.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he just continued to call everyone anxiously:

Let me ask you something! say something? Do you see this white smoke? Why——

The next second, Thales was shocked.

The boy took a deep breath and realized instantly: No, he wasn't talking.

He didn't even open his mouth.

He didn't even move his tongue or teeth.

He didn't even see everyone behind him.

All he saw was mysterious white smoke that was slowly transpiring.

He just felt, felt as if he had said those words.

It’s like when you’re half asleep and half awake, you always want to do something, and you always think you’ve done something: you bought the thing you wanted the most, achieved the best dream, and did the hardest homework...

But in fact, you are in the dream, doing nothing.

Nothing can be done.

Thinking of this, Thales panicked, turned around and shouted:

Did you see it? Hilley! Glover! Rolf! How is this going! What's wrong with us? answer me!

The surrounding white smoke is getting thicker and higher.

Thales roared with all his might.

But he realized again: he hadn't done anything, hadn't looked back, hadn't yelled, hadn't yelled.

He just walked forward step by step in a daze.

Half asleep.

Wait, this feeling... Thales is extremely nervous: Is Lausanne II chasing after him? Is it his ability?

When was he recruited?

How do I wake up?

However.

No.

Thales shook his head—or rather, he thought he shook his head.

But he instinctively felt: this time is different.

It's different from the real dream illusion that Lausanne gave them.

Like...

It's like a ghost pressing a bed, with clear consciousness but powerless.

It's like he has turned into a walking dead, only the soul is trapped in the body, and there is nothing he can do about it.

He couldn't blink, he couldn't speak, he couldn't even move a finger.

I can only maintain the previous action, move forward quietly, and let others slaughter me...

What to do?

【Xi Gu Karana Mosa Formia...】

Strange syllables pierced through the white smoke again and came from afar, still incomprehensible.

Thales was taken aback.

Wait, he has heard these syllables before, he has just heard them, these are not sleep talkers!

Instead...

The next second, Thales was shocked!

Beep——

There was a tinnitus, but this time, Thales couldn't do anything, he could only endure it painfully.

Beep beep——

But the tinnitus soon disappeared.

Gulong——he only felt his ears were blocked and cleared, as if they were coming out of the water.

At the same time, those strange syllables seemed to jump in the ears, and they automatically became recognizable language:

【Please, not now. 】

It was a familiar voice speaking words he could understand.

From...by yourself?

Thales was startled and wanted to turn around, but no matter how he turned his head, he couldn't see the people around him. Only then did the boy realize that he couldn't move.

[Then when can it be? Cecilia, the good girl I miss...]

A chilling hoarse voice came from behind - when it sounded, Thales felt trembling all over and had goosebumps.

Cecilia?

The name is...

【Well, who are you this time? ] Familiar voice.

Thales frowned—or, he thought he frowned.

【Ha, how do I know? A cruel and cruel prince who killed his own brother? There are so many in history, if there are too many, go... Your family is also quite experienced...] This is the voice that makes people feel flustered and frightened.

Thales slowly realized: This is a conversation between two people.

Although he began to understand these words, these words seemed to be separated by a water curtain... He had to work very hard to hear them clearly.

As for him, Thales' thinking seems to have slowed down at the moment, and it took a few seconds before he could barely understand the meaning.

【Okay, what did you do to Lausanne II, that killer in black? ] This is the familiar voice, with disgust and impatience.

And... the fear of being suppressed?

Wait, Lausanne II, the killer in black...

He seems to have an impression?

【So, he's a killer, interesting. ] That chilling voice that made people tremble uncontrollably came again.

It seems... close to my ear.

Thales swallowed his throat - if he really had this action.

【Don't do this with me! 】

【I didn't do anything, I just helped him. ] That chilling voice was perfunctory and indifferent.

【Help? ] The familiar voice suppressed the anger.

What are they talking about?

It seems very familiar, but it also seems... strange?

Thales frowned.

No.

No, it can't go on like this.

He has to understand, he has to understand, he has to react!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah --

Thales tried his best—although he didn't know how to work hard, but the next second...

Boom!

There was a loud noise in his eardrums, and Thales' whole life trembled.

It is the crime of prison river.

The familiar ending power surprised and delighted Thales.

It's an old friend!

Come on!

Help me!

Thales roared angrily.

[A little psychological enlightenment, a heart-to-heart chat, so that he no longer hates himself, no longer hides himself, and becomes more... open and true? ] Outside, the flustered voice seemed quite comfortable.

【He went crazy! You almost killed us! 】

【But aren't you fine? 】

The Sin of Hell River expands slowly and with difficulty, like lava that has been instantly cooled, rekindling its temperature from inside, trying to roll forward, trying to overflow the high wall.

Inch by inch, bit by bit.

Finally.

Wow!

The crime of prison river overflowed the wall, and there was a loud bang!

It flows again, rises up, burns up,

It seemed to be an animal that had been missing for a long time and had finally returned to its territory, rushing back and forth violently in Thales' body.

Boom!

Thales' eardrum seemed to be broken by the crime of prison river, it was painful and numb, and there was an indescribable burning sensation.

But...

"Yes, I'm fine! You're so paralyzed! You're so good!" The familiar voice was much clearer, full of irony that he was not unfamiliar with.

It's a girl.

Girl?

Thales, whose thinking gradually became normal, suddenly reacted.

It's Hilley!

Is it her, is she talking to... and someone else?

"But according to this transaction, you walked out of the sewer."

The chilling voice came, clear and accurate, long and passionate, but for some reason, Thales couldn't stop shaking when he heard it.

Who is this...?

At this moment, who is walking behind him, talking to Xi Lai?

He still couldn't turn his head, but the sense of **** that came back allowed him to capture the situation behind him very clearly:

Golofo walked steadily, but kept silent, turned a deaf ear to everything around him, and moved forward all the way, as if the most important thing in his life was to walk with his head down.

No, it's not just him, Rolf, Catherine, Slimani... They all move forward like walking dead, not paying attention to the things around them.

Even though the white smoke in front of my eyes has been upgraded to a thick fog, covering the sky and the sun, I can't see where I'm going.

"Yes," Xi Lai said coldly, "now the transaction is complete, you can get out."

"Hey, don't learn the way of the temple," the voice was lazy and shrewd, "It's hard to meet up, catch up and chat, isn't it good?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"That's it?"

"That's it!" Xi Lai refused with a firm attitude.

"Really?" The voice dropped suddenly, and even Thales shuddered, "My lovely six-fingered girl, don't you think about it anymore?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, my dear," said the terrible voice, "according to the deal, you walked out of the sewer safely, your body and soul are intact... But where is my reward?"

Here was silent for a moment.

"The Lausanne II just now, he is your reward," Xi Lai's voice trembling slightly, "His soul, life, flesh and blood, perception, wisdom, belief, memory, experience, knowledge, personality, or Any other hard currency you like, just take it away, you're welcome."

Thales thought for a moment.

He realized instantly: What Shiley is speaking now is not the common language.

It's not any other language, at least not one that Thales can recognize.

Instead...

"Look, my dear, you have taken it for granted again. The fairness of the contract is not only written on paper, but not only spoken..."

The voice is friendly and authentic, as if the lawyer is accepting the client's consultation in a friendly way:

"It's more in the heart."

The next second, it was patient and peaceful, speaking word by word, but it made Thales even more flustered:

"My dear Cecilia Regina Bella Kevin Dill, do you really think that you invite or urge me to come up to the mortal world, let me bear the pain of crossing barriers, bear The turbid air, and the risk of being discovered, consumes energy and stamina to help you block the knife and eliminate the disaster, and then you take that extreme enemy as a reward by the way, let me go back and forth from wherever, do you really think , is this a fair and just deal?"

"Then..." Xi Lai paused for a moment, and then said confidently, "That's right!"

At that moment, even though he couldn't turn his head back, Thales could almost see the domineering expression of "what can you do with me" that he often saw on Xi Lai's face.

Even that horrible sound fell silent for a second.

"Hahahahaha!"

It broke out into a shocking laugh, high and low, and the surrounding fog fluctuated endlessly:

"I just like the way you look like a rascal! Every time, every time, you can kill more people!"

Hilley paused.

"Shut your stinking mouth," when she spoke again, Thales could hear the gnashing of teeth, "Go back to where you came from!"

"Ah, ruthless partner," it didn't sulk, and seemed to be used to it, "it's okay, debt collection, you have to do it yourself."

"I didn't reward you, and I don't owe you anything! Because you made things worse!" Xi Lai panted heavily, and her reply was a little out of control.

"But that's not a reward, it's my due." It's slow and unhurried.

Thales listened for a while, and suddenly his heart beat: it was the sin of the prison river that was rumbling.

He reacted with a shock: What's going on?

Shirley, Shirley what did she do?

That voice...

What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on?

"What's going on!"

Thales couldn't help but said:

"What is this?"

He suddenly turned his head and yelled:

"He... what is it?"

But the moment the words came out, Thales was startled and immediately reacted: He succeeded.

He managed to move.

He turned around?

The air is quiet.

The surrounding area was shrouded in white mist, everything a few feet away was indistinct, and visibility was extremely low.

Behind Thales, Xi Lai looked at Thales who turned around in shock, his face pale with fright.

"Are...are you alright? Are you awake?" Xi Lai said blankly.

It seems that she discovered for the first time that there is another person here named Thales.

However.

Only her.

Thales stared blankly at Xi Lai: behind him, there was only her.

There is no second person - everyone else is walking intently, like the walking dead.

That was just...

"Yeah, this is interesting."

At that moment, Thales had countless goosebumps all over his body!

Because the sound is coming from behind.

His...behind his ears?

Thales subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Xi Lai held his face in his arms!

"No, don't look at it!"

Hey Lai looked terrified and shouted anxiously:

"Keep awake, don't look at it, don't think about it, treat it as a dream, it can't-"

But her voice disappeared in an instant, only her lips flicked up and down.

It seems to be suddenly silenced.

Xilai also realized this. She looked behind Thales, her eyes wide open and her mouth wide open, terrified.

"Look, dear Cecilia, I should have said earlier..." The voice sounded softly, pleasantly surprised and happy.

At that moment, Thales' nerves tensed and his whole body went limp!

He felt ~IndoMTL.com~ his neck, a cold touch.

It is.

Something gently hooked Thales' neck, just like a mother caressing her son - "it" touched, rubbed, caressed.

Xilai shook her head subconsciously with frightened eyes and anxious expression.

No, no, no!

Her eyes were sparkling, and tears even leaked from the corners of her eyes.

But there was only a deep and ominous laughter.

"Hehehehe..."

That existence spoke again, but this time, Thales felt that the words of "it" were full of unimaginable malice:

"Don't you have money to pay the bill?"