Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 197: Mastery
Chapter 693 Integration
"Negative!"
In the study, my father's roar shook the sky.
The last time Tormund saw his father so angry was when he was six years old.
At that time, he ran wildly in the field with the daughter of the farm manager in the country, laughing, throwing mud, rolling dirty clothes, having fun, but he was bumped into by his returning father and cousin.
He still remembers his father's livid face, and the slight sneer on his cousin's brow.
Now, many years later, my father is trembling all over, pointing at him and gnashing his teeth:
"Razor Mallos, inherited for thousands of years, I will destroy your hands now!"
Thousands of years of inheritance, destroying my hands?
Ha.
Tormund wanted to laugh.
Laugh out loud.
"If the Mallos house was destroyed so easily," he said with a blank expression, "then maybe it was already doomed?"
The father became more and more angry. He stood up and drew his sword, but someone held his shoulder.
"Don't panic."
The great uncle sits on the left of his father, as calm as ever. He has been advising his father and the family for many years, resourceful and dedicated.
But is it also because of this that he entered the punishment wing? Calm enough to skin the prisoners?
Or is it because the cousin is also good at giving advice on how to torture people?
"We still have one last chance." The cousin's expression was calm.
"You have no chance," Tormund said coldly, "The great crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason - the Black Prophet and his kingdom secret department will track it down here, sooner or later."
"I'll kill you before that!" roared the father.
Why, why do they all like to use this to intimidate others?
Even if it doesn't work?
"Why, Xiaotuo?" came the uncle's voice, and there was exhaustion that was trying to hide in the words.
"Why did you do this? Why did you betray us?"
Tormund fell silent.
Why?
He opened his lips: "Because..."
Because...
Because it's all preordained.
He looked at the angry father and the calm uncle, and said softly:
"Because none of this is true."
Exactly.
The guard of the guard, Tormund Mallos stood in the study, looking at the red fire behind his father and cousin, his eyes were as deep as water, and his heart was as clear as a mirror:
This is not reality.
Because it's so beautiful here.
Too soft.
Because my father's study room is brightly colored and magnificent.
And the world, the real world, the current world, his world should be...
Deadly and desolate.
"Father, uncle, you and here, everything here is fake, it's just the killer's ability." Mallos said softly.
"Niezi!" His father roared angrily, causing the fire behind him to shake.
The great uncle took a deep breath.
"Since the matter has come to this point, there is nothing we can do." The old uncle seemed to have not heard his answer, and his voice was sharp, "I'm going to see Big Barney: I will do it tonight."
"Uncle?" The father turned his head and turned pale with shock.
As in memory.
The great uncle ignored his father.
"And you, Xiaotuo," the cousin looked at him with a smile on his lips, "do you think this is the end?"
At that moment, everything in front of Mallos' eyes was ablaze!
The flames burned through the study, corridors, and halls, and burned through the fields of the Mallos family's manor.
The way the world should be.
Amidst this barrenness, a deadly cold light—the blade of Lausanne II cut through the air and roared towards it!
After waking up, Mallos tried his best. He rolled and threw himself at the sword on the ground, turning around to block with all his strength.
Bang!
The sound of metal colliding is harsh.
The angle and timing of the opponent's force are all in an advantage, Mallos, who hastily blocked, couldn't bear the force, and retreated a few steps in a row.
"You think I don't know?"
Lausang spoke quickly, but his feet were steady, and he approached step by step.
"I don't know what kind of person Joaquin is? I don't know what Joaquin paid for me and his student attendants?"
Looking at Lausanne, Mallos stepped back.
Looks like I was only distracted for a moment, Mallos thought.
As for Lausanne II, he didn't even realize that he had activated the ability.
It's strange that a seasoned extreme master like him can't use his own abilities proficiently?
"But what did he get!"
Lausang's voice was cold and harsh, and the long sword came out abruptly!
Damn it!
The watchman cursed secretly in his heart, after all, there was no way to retreat, and he was forced to fight back.
Ding!
Mallos parried the stab, but with a flick of Lausanne's wrist, the sword flashed again!
Is this... sword stabbing?
The watchman recognized it: the opponent used the sword stabbing technique that was widely spread in the southwest and was carried forward by the "thorn sword" Kuradel of the Tower of the End.
This guy knows a lot!
"Nine attendants, nine knights—no, eight knights," said Lausanne, whose eyes were dark and silent, like the eyes of a dead man, but kept catching Mallos' flaws, "all Shouldering hope, being taught by him to become a talent, but everyone has a different personality and holds their own ideas."
Shua!
In the metal friction, Mallos parried the second blow, but his body was in a mess and he was on the verge of falling.
"So in the **** year, four of them served the royal family, two of them stood on the side of the rebels, and two of them followed different princes... And Joaquin, Joaquin could only watch the knights he cultivated They turned against each other and killed each other with the various martial arts he carefully taught," Luosang's voice continued, "One student chopped off the head of another student, and then his throat was cut by the third, and then the fourth went to take revenge... The cycle goes on and on, until eight knights..."
"No life left."
The third stab strikes again.
Mallos took a step back with difficulty, and put on the best defensive posture against sword rapping—huh?
At that moment, I saw Lausanne II turn around, put his hands together, and the original stab turned into a sharp downward strike in an instant!
The watchman was surprised:
This is the main attack method of "Blade Forging Art" - the most basic and ordinary martial art in all "Emperor Style" schools, but it has been practiced into a unique skill in the hands of Thousand Blade Knights, Iron Cross?
But...
Being too late to react, he could only change his moves hastily and forcefully swallowed this "Iron Cross"!
Clang!
With a loud noise, Mallos shook his hands, dropped his long sword, lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The battle ended in a flash, and the field returned to silence.
"And poor Joaquin can't do anything about it - this time, he has no hands to smash." Luosang said quietly.
Mallos held the blood oozing from his chest, coughed in pain, and there was a bloodstain on his face.
The victory has been decided.
He looked at the weapon flying ten feet away, and sighed inwardly.
No, or it should be said that the outcome is decided early.
Lausanne II wiped the blood off his sword with his arm sleeve and walked towards Mallos.
"He died not because of me, not because he lost his swordsman, nor because he was poor."
The black-clothed killer stared coldly at his defeated general, wary of the short weapon in his arms:
"And all because of himself."
There was a second of silence.
Mallos struggled to sit up, lamenting the opponent's skill in his heart.
In one move, Lausanne just used two kinds of swordsmanship, the thorn stabbing sword and the sword forging sword, or a part of each of the two.
Well, the other party may have learned both, even if their styles are diametrically opposed, it's okay, but...
"How did you do that trick just now?"
Mallos stared fixedly at his opponent.
This guy, he dismantled the complete and complete swordsmanship inch by inch, stripped them from their respective systems, and then reformed and reorganized these disparate fragments, and perfectly integrated them into one move in actual combat. Achievement of a new move that is most suitable for the current battle situation... It seems that after the elegant and smooth stabbing sword in the first half of the move, the second half of the move should have been connected with the solemn and strong Iron Cross, completely natural, without stagnation?
This requires unparalleled proficiency in the existing swordsmanship, a deep understanding of their sword theory and kendo, and a thorough grasp of the essence of different swordsmanship...
No, the difficulty of this matter is no less than that of creating a new martial art from scratch after learning from others' strengths.
What's more, in the tense and fierce battle that can't happen at any time?
Such skills have never been heard of or seen by even a well-informed watchman.
"Thank you."
But Lausanne II seems to know what he is wondering:
"If I changed to the me who was a long time ago, I can't do it, at least not so smoothly."
Mallos was startled when he heard this.
Losang watched the watchman silently.
"You have seventeen masters, many of whom can even perform extreme-level skills, with different styles and specialties: treacherous and changeable, violent, neutral, and endless They are well-coordinated, tacitly coordinated, and well-paced...and you divide them into teams, make use of their strengths and avoid weaknesses, learn from the strong to complement the weak, and add bows and crossbows to form a high-pressure formation and complex battlefield that can suppress or even kill extreme masters.”
It’s not surprising——Luosang thought to himself, the origin of the imperial style swordsmanship, the legion knights of the ancient empire, didn’t they come all the way, relying on numbers and coordination, discipline and formation, they will display their personal bravery The disciples of the temple who have reached the limit are firmly suppressed. Under the emperor's decree thousands of years ago, they besieged and killed the top masters one by one, and demolished the knight temple over and over again?
"And do you know how many years I have not had the opportunity to fight against an opponent of this weight head-on, do my best, hone my sword skills between life and death, and prove my skills under extreme pressure?"
Lausan raised the long sword full of gaps and sighed deeply:
"So, thanks to you for giving me this opportunity, this occasion."
Maybe also thanks to "it".
Let him go one step further.
It's so refreshing.
Mallos understood instantly, and sighed inwardly.
That's it.
It wasn't just Miranda Aarend who was promoted tonight.
The enemy in front of him, he doesn't need special abilities at all, he is already a first-class master.
But Lausanne II looked at his weapon with a ecstatic look:
"You know, merging different schools, mastering hundreds of martial arts, and bridging differences such as emperor style and temple into one - this is Joaquin's ideal and ambition on the way of martial arts."
It is also the reason why he teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, encourages students to pursue individuality, and accepts all kinds of rivers.
But it's a pity that being as proficient in sword principles as Joaquin can never heal those who use them, even if they are his attendants and students.
For the noble ways of chivalry are long gone.
Because of the rules of this world, there are other preferences.
Losang came slowly to Mallos.
Mallos looked at the **** hands, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Damn it.
I won't be able to hold a sword for at least a month.
Maybe he can't even lift the little puppet bear.
If he still has a chance to take it.
He closed his eyes.
"Pick up your sword—or dagger."
Mallos opened his eyes.
"The commander who died for his subordinates," Luosang looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were dark, "he shouldn't die with bare hands."
Mallos was slightly taken aback, then smiled.
"When the body of the flag officer Aknett was found, he was lying on a high platform out of reach of ordinary people. Funeral with gold coins."
Losang said nothing.
Mallos sighed, but did not take his sword:
"Master Joaquin, more or less I left something for you, right?"
Lausang's eyes moved.
"No," Lausanne stroked the notch on the sword with his fingers, but kept his eyes on Mallos' hands, "at least not as much as he thought."
"What about this one?" Mallos pointed at Lausanne's feet.
Losang lowered his head in doubt: "What?"
The next second, Mallos jumped up from the ground, and a silver light appeared in his hand!
But Lausanne, who had been vigilant all the time, had expected it. With a move of his long sword, he parried the thrusts of the two daggers, and then flew back quickly to prevent Mallos from approaching him again.
At this moment, there was a rustling wind in the sky!
Lausang's complexion changed, and as soon as he raised his head, a huge black shadow came around!
Hoo——
It was a caravan with a bundle of goods.
It fell in the air, right where Lausanne II was standing.
"Crack!"
Only hearing a loud bang, the caravan landed hard, and the smoke and dust stirred up!
Mallos clutched his injured arm and stepped back. He looked at the pier above his head and shook his head slightly:
"This is it."
He picked up his saber with difficulty, looked at the deformed caravan in the smoke and dust, and smiled.
Project Z is complete.
Unfortunately, what a powerful swordsman.
But at this moment.
"This trick, your subordinates have used it once."
The watchman, who was about to turn around and leave, froze in his footsteps.
A few seconds later, the outline of the caravan appeared in the smoke and dust:
Under the huge impact, the bracket was twisted, the wheels were shattered, and the signboard and streamers on it were crooked.
Lausanne II was half-kneeling on the roof of the caravan, his body covered with dust, and he was in a state of embarrassment.
"Can't you be a little new?"
But he is in good shape.
No broken limbs, no broken bones.
Mallos closed his eyes sadly.
It's hard to do.
OK.
"What did you just say, Xinyi?"
Luosan on the roof snorted coldly, but suddenly changed color.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, a crossbow bolt was deeply pierced on the roof of the caravan, a few steps away from Lausanne.
But before he had time to wonder why the arrow missed, he heard the sound of a machine gun, and more than a dozen slender shadows sprang out from the roof of the caravan, rushing towards Lausanne II!
Lausang's reaction was extremely fast, the sword light flashed continuously, and half of the shadows were repelled, but there were still several shadows flying back and forth, pounced on Lausanne II's legs!
Crack!
When the last black shadow stopped, Lausanne II on the roof of the car saw everything in front of him clearly: These black shadows were solid ropes, a total of six, tightly wrapping his waist and legs around the four corners of the caravan .
This is...
"The elaborate rope trap mechanism of the guard wing is designed to restrict and hinder the enemy's movement." Mallos snorted softly.
It just takes a little time to arrange it in advance, and it needs to be fired with such great force as a crossbow.
Losang frowned.
Mallos smiled slightly, dragged his seriously injured body, and swung his sword above his head.
The principle of the trap is, um, actually surprisingly simple, very similar to a mousetrap.
But this need not be said.
After all, the **** wing also has to declare a budget.
"That's it?"
The next second, Luosang raised his sword and cut one of the ropes with incredible sword speed!
Mallos frowned.
Oops.
Can't the **** rope be stronger?
Oh, forget it.
After all, the guard wing also needs to declare a budget.
In his thoughts, Luosang swung his sword again and cut another rope.
"What's the point of doing that?"
Lausanne II said coldly, with a flash of sword light in his hand, he cut the third rope.
Mallos' brows became tighter and tighter.
Damn it.
Couldn't they have replaced the ropes with tiny steel wires, or at least sharp blades? Take some damage?
But it's best not to say that.
After all, the **** wing is also needed, so declare the budget.
The next second, Luosang's complexion changed, and he lowered his shoulders and tilted his head!
Hoo-boom!
The arrow that fell from the sky brushed past Lausanne's ear, and was firmly attached to the caravan!
Looking at the arrow, Mallos frowned again:
Could they shoot a little more wide?
Phew!
Another arrow fell.
As he wished, the arrow missed further this time: it landed straight behind Mallos, at his feet.
But what is different from before is that the arrow tail of this crossbow is tied with a long rope, hanging from the bridge above the head all the way.
Finally.
Mallos let out a sigh of relief.
Lausanne II's eyes moved, and he cut the fourth rope:
"Are you going to escape?"
Mallos grasped the rope on the arrow, twisted it back and forth on his arm, and said an inexplicable sentence: "Twenty for one shot, sixty for five."
Losang frowned.
"Ten shots, one hundred, buy more and get more free." Mallos tightened the rope in his hand and pouted his chin.
Lausan is unclear, so: "What?"
Phew!
Another arrow--a rocket--from above!
It shot accurately through the car window and plunged into the compartment, the arrows still crackling and burning.
A black lion is engraved on the precious arrow tail exposed outside the window.
This is...
Looking at the rocket in front of him, Luosang's expression changed.
He struggled to cut off the fifth rope that blocked his sight, and finally saw the banners and signs on the side of the caravan:
[Exclusively for Emerald Celebration · Suleiman's old-fashioned crystal fireworks · Ten years of word of mouth · Seiko handmade · Sufficient capacity · Strong effect】
[Switching careers to clear warehouse, big sale at a loss, the last day! 】
[Warning: It is strictly forbidden to approach this stall with open flames! 】
Looking at such a large caravan, Lausanne's pupils froze.
Mallos let out a long sigh and waved his hand vigorously above his head.
No.
Looking at Mallos' actions, Lausanne II flashed the idea.
The flames in the carriage burned more and more vigorously, making an ominous hissing sound.
In the next second, Luosang drew out his sword with all his strength, roaring and slashing at the last rope that bound him:
"No—"
Bang!
An earth-shattering bang!
The unremarkable caravan fell apart in an instant, one after another, turning into countless lights!
Bang! boom!
Amid the brilliant light erupting below him, and Lausanne II's unwilling roar, Mallos pulled the rope into the sky and flew towards the top of the bridge!
Bang! boom! boom!
The open space under the bridge was instantly enveloped by a light curtain of fire and rain, and nothing could be seen.
Only the Li crystal fireworks shooting up in all directions are colorful and very gorgeous.
Bang! boom!
Under the gift of this dazzling light, Mallos dragged the rope, leaned on the pier, and flew straight up!
"Bundled together," Mallos, covered in blood, looked at the splendid scene below him and coughed, "The effect will be better."
It's a pity.
At the moment when the rope reached the top, Mallos reached out decisively and firmly held a hand extending from above.
A black gloved hand.
Mallos raised his head and frowned, "Why are you?"
On the top of the watchman's head, with only one leg wrapped around the rope, Miranda, hanging upside down in the air, shook off her drooping braids and sneered, "Because I weigh the lightest."
Mallos frowned.
He clasped Miranda's hand, and the two of them faced each other, one upright and the other down, and they were entangled by a rope, floating under the North Gate Bridge.
Bang! bang bang bang!
Under the body—a large car—the celebration fireworks became more and more magnificent~IndoMTL.com~causing the exclamation of many citizens in the distance.
"I saw it just now, you are really good at short combat," Miranda, who was hanging upside down, tilted his head, his eyes were sharp, "Terrorist Blade."
Mallos frowned.
"Do me a favor, Ms. Miranda."
"Huh?"
"Don't use nicknames like a brat."
The two were silent for a while.
"Of course not."
Hanging upside down, Miranda blinked:
"Mr. Blade."
The rope tightened again, slowly but firmly, pulling the two of them up to the bridge deck together.