Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 20: More than the power of ending

"My dear Leo Piroga, Lord Duke."

A guard soldier who came out of the queue seemed to be more than 40 years old, with a beard on his chin. It was quite funny. I saw him salute Thales respectfully:

"In your guard, I am a humble and ordinary logistics officer."

"I am honored to serve you as a sparring partner."

Thyls did not answer immediately.

He still stared at Mallos suspiciously.

Piloga didn’t care too much. He carefully picked a moderate practice sword from the sword stand, tried it on his gloves, and poked the sand to make sure it was not blunt. sword.

"Sure enough, the prince is the prince. In order to find out the power of the end, he can pull out such a big battle..."

Doyle looked at his fellow guards standing around, confused or solemn, and let out an envy and jealous look at the dazed prince in the field:

"When I awakened the power of the end, the old knight I served knew nothing about it. That day, he continued to **** me exhausted, humming profusely..."

"It wasn't until a year later that he realized that his attendant martial arts had soared and he was able to compete with him..."

The Glover next to him remained silent, just watching the court.

Doyle got used to the other party's indifference, but sighed silently:

"But fortunately, at least Mallos knows that the prince is still young, and only the logistics-wing players are on the court--Piloga is average."

Glover stared at Piloga who had finished a simple warm-up in the field, frowning slightly.

Tyles took a deep breath and turned to Mallos with a relaxed look, while trying to ignore the gaze of the Star Lake Guard in the audience:

"We...what shall I do?"

Malos smiled as usual:

"Offensive, your lord, exert all your strength--especially the power of ending that you don't understand, whether it starts on its own or when it happens."

"That way, we will have the opportunity to understand its type and general situation."

"Let us also see your strength-to facilitate future arrangements for defense."

Do your best?

Thyls let out a breath, reluctantly.

Can he refuse?

But the royal guards watching the battle had different eyes, all focused on him.

A long time ago, Black Sword told him that he had better not use the crime of Hell River again. They could not bear the cost of death every time.

In the camp of Bladeya, Ricky told him to raise the crime of Hell River, and expected him to reach the height, to "push open the door."

Who is right and who is wrong?

What's the secret behind the crime of Hell River?

The most important thing is...

Will this secret, the secret branch of the Kingdom, and even the one in the Fuxing Palace be interested?

How does it compare to mana and disaster?

Thales couldn't help swallowing when thinking of the scene of Thacker chasing him down.

No.

Thyls made up his mind.

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head and looked directly at his opponent.

They cannot know.

"Your Majesty, don't be restrained," Piloga stood in the training ground early, with the tip of his sword facing the ground, respectfully:

"Don't worry about me--this is my job."

Thyls nodded blankly.

Can’t know.

Under all eyes, the prince grabbed a shield from the weapon rack and fastened it to his left arm with a belt.

No.

Thyls walked slowly to the center of the field.

He glanced at Mallius one last time, who was still calm, but his eyes were piercing.

"Please strike first." Piloga nodded slightly.

The young man looked solemn.

The surrounding guards also became solemn, all eyes were on the prince alone.

Besides the glamorous appearance and eloquence, this is more of concern to many people.

The next second, Thales strode forward, using his most familiar posture, and slashed his first sword towards Piloga.

Piloga didn't rush, just stepped back, the blade turned, and lightly opened Thales' attack.

But the boy kept walking, and the shield in his left hand swept away.

Hit Piloga hard!

"At a glance, it is the style of the Northlanders."

Doyle who was watching the game snorted slightly, slightly disdainful:

"More radical than the'offensive and defensive faction'..."

But Glover spoke up unexpectedly.

"No."

The burly vanguard watched Thales' movements intently:

"This is military swordsmanship in the ancient north."

"Exter now...is not in this style for a long time."

The interrupted Doyleton froze.

He smiled awkwardly and reluctantly.

Cut, to put it right.

Northland military swordsmanship...

Doyle cocked his mouth and stared at the two people in the court unanimously:

Don’t I see it?

In the field, Thales’ shield slammed into Piloga, making a muffled noise.

But the boy's face changed.

No hits.

The next second, Piloga held up Thales' shield with one hand, and turned to the opposite side of Thales.

Slap!

Thyls shook his left leg!

The prince swung his sword to fight back, but the sword wind rang out, and Piloga had already retreated.

The royal guards made low comments.

Tyles gritted his teeth and turned around, staggering his left leg.

Although the practice sword of Mindis Hall has not opened up, its balance, center of gravity, material and weight are not inferior to real swords.

Even though he just wiped it off, the touch Piloga gave him on his left leg still caused him a fiery pain.

Thyls looked at Piloga, who nodded politely, in amazement.

No.

"The sword light flashed, well, the prince fell to the ground."

"The outcome is divided."

Glover and several guards nearby turned their heads strangely.

I saw Doyle on the sidelines lower the volume, earnestly and selflessly:

"The prince in the pool of blood was pale, shaking while holding his injured leg and groaning, ‘No, I can’t lose, the Star Kingdom can’t live without me’..."

More and more people are turning around, including the secondary penalty officer Gray Parson.

The expression is dark and dissatisfied.

Under their gaze, Doyle's expression stagnated.

"That...a little essay, literary processing."

D.D stopped his mouth with an awkward and pleasing smile, and waved unnaturally:

"Hey, let's not take this as an example, let's not take this as an example..."

Everyone turned around now.

Tyles was breathing quickly.

He stared at the royal guard logistics officer with respectful expression in front of him, and his opponent, Piloga.

The other party is obviously experienced and exquisite in strength. The pain only appears outside the skin and disappears in a short while.

But...

Thyls pressed his left leg with annoyance.

"It seems that you don't know the meaning of this class, right, Your Highness?"

Malós' words sounded just right, his voice as usual, and his tone was flat:

"Although we are not as superstitious as the Yankees about force..."

"But a prince who is rumored to be poor in martial arts and unable to touch the sword, is the future of the Star Kingdom?"

Tyles couldn't help but clenched his sword hilt.

Damn it.

"This is not good, my lord."

Malles is slightly cold.

"Not good."

As soon as this statement came out, the eyes of the royal guards staring at Thales changed.

"Either go all out," Mallos said in his ear:

"Or, don't touch that sword at all from the beginning."

"Be a prince who hides in a carriage safely."

Damn it!

The prince's brows tightened.

Damn Mallos.

Does this guy have a grudge against me?

And he happened to be the captain of my guard—for the sake of the sunset, what an international joke!

With dozens of eyes, Thales adjusted his breathing and stepped on his left leg.

He stared at Piloga, knowing that in front of the full Star Lake Guard, under Mallos' words, he had to bring out something.

Otherwise it's not just Fuxing Palace...

Even Mindis Hall...

Thyls shook his head, removed distractions, and turned his attention to the opponent in front of him.

Piloga moves quickly, swings his sword very sensitively, and has his own set of dealing with frontal assaults.

Then...

Following the call of the master, the crime of the prison river rose from his body.

Thyls stared at Piloga closely, feeling the power slowly filling his body.

Use a fate to feint to lure him to lose his position, and then win a decisive blow?

Or use the terminating power of the fire knight to strengthen physical contact and the hardness of attack?

It really doesn't work...just try to use Thacker's style, use his Chaos Army, try to observe Piloga's movements, and turn that into his own advantage?

Thyls thought hard.

No, Thales.

The prince shook his head to himself in his heart.

Not too obvious.

Otherwise, the twist of fate, the chaotic army, and the sparking end power of the fiery knight... what should be explained?

I was infected by them?

Not to mention the crime of Hell River sometimes...

Thyls remembered the training class in the Palace of Valor.

Sometimes, it can't be controlled.

Tyles took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He only needs the most common, preferably physical boost without any enduring power color.

The crime of Hell River methodically spread to his legs, arms, and fingers.

Tyles closed his eyes and let the force slowly cover his whole body.

Piloga narrowed his eyes and stared at the prince suspiciously.

Amidst the whispers of the royal guards, the face of Mallos, who has been watching Thales, changes slightly.

This is...

In Thales's body, the crime of the prison river is like a beast that hasn't left the gate for a long time, stepping forward in the low roar.

Just some power, some speed, some precision, some control...

The prince tried his best to suppress the fighting spirit and impulse that followed, while stabilizing his mind and body.

As long as there are some things that don’t make people suspicious.

The crime of the prison river hit his body fiercely and dissatisfiedly, just like a beast scratching a cage, but the owner of the cage was so determined that the beast could only follow Thales’ call to where it should go.

Be more even, balanced, and comprehensive.

Just let him...

Thyls opened his eyes lightly.

Let him...

The next moment, the gravel behind Thales' boots trembled and exploded!

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, the young man, like an arrow from a string, bursts out a few feet away in an instant.

Appear in front of the shocked Piloga!

Malles' eyes lit up.

Yes, this is what I want.

The little prince.

Tyles gritted his teeth, the crime of Hell River was raging in his body, roaring frantically.

Steps, shoulders, arms, sword tips.

The four points of his body are connected in a line, focusing on the most surging strength.

Finally turned into a flash of sword light.

Go straight to the other side's chest and abdomen!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

"I--" Doyle stretched out his hand against the splashing gravel, opened his mouth in shock, but could only call out a lonely syllable in this stunning momentary sword.

Glover's eyebrows were only half-wrinkled in time.

The expressions of the royal guards were like frozen, surprised, suspicious, and solemn at that moment.

But the experienced Thales knew that this was just an illusion after he got faster.

And next.

Tyles' eyes converged with the tip of his sword.

Point to the opponent.

In front of his eyes, while slowing down, Piloga opened his mouth wide in surprise, slowly raising his arms and swinging the sword as fast as he could.

Trying to resist the prince's attack.

Resist this terrifying blow that takes speed, burst, power, and precision to the next level.

But Thales knew it was too late.

Piloga couldn't dodge, and even the blocking position was too late to complete.

Even the meteorite has suffered from the loss of his sword without precaution, leaving scars on his face.

As for Piloga...

He can't get away.

It's even more unstoppable.

In the longing and roar of Hell River’s sin, Thales’ sword and Piloga’s sword touched in the air, wiping sparks on the rough surface of the practice sword.

The majestic strength came out even more.

Tyles' eyes cooled down and watched his blade slide past Piloga's block and take his chest straight.

Sorry, logistics officer.

Thyls thought coldly: You have to take a few days off.

One hit.

Control the enemy.

Boom!

The loud noise of weapon collision spread, shaking the entire courtyard!

It seems that even the air has been affected.

Many royal guards trembled and instinctively backed away.

Time finally returned to normal.

Plop!

A muffled sound.

Thyls flew out to the side and back.

His back fell heavily to the ground, and he rolled back several times.

"---slot!" Doyle finally finished his poor second syllable, still with a shocked expression on his face.

He lowered his arm, blinked, and looked into the field.

Beside Doyle, Glover remained motionless, just staring at Thales' shield.

Amid the numbness and soreness of the muscles, the prince took a hard breath and tremblingly raised the shield of his left hand.

I don’t know when, the shield surface has cracked:

With a pit the size of a sword tip as the center, the periphery is full of cracks.

At this moment, Thales' brain is blank.

How...

He looked up blankly.

Piloga stood on the opposite side unscathed, retracting his sword in a smooth and smooth posture.

In mid-air, the prince's weapon, the practice sword that had made a terrible offensive, spun several times in the air.

Finally fell feebly.

Drop into the sand at his feet diagonally.

Not moving.

Return to silence.

"Wow..."

The royal guards burst into an uproar, and there was a wave of noise.

"I'm very sorry, my lord," Piloga put away his sword, tried to suppress his panic, and hurried up to help him while apologizing anxiously:

"I made a mistake."

"Did you hurt anything..."

Just now.

"Logistics officer, Leo Piloga."

The flat and indifferent voice sounded, but it was flat with a bit of chill.

Pilogar was going to help Thales to freeze in place.

The watchman of the royal guard, Mallos' voice sounded clearly in the crowd.

"As the royal guard, even if it lasts for a long time, even if it's just a sparring..."

Malios still held his arms and glanced at Piloga.

"Your skill..."

Marius didn't look at Thales, who was lying on the ground, panting in confusion, he just stared coldly at the ashamed Piloga:

"Regressed too much."

The words are harsh and the tone is cold.

The royal guards all calmed down.

Piloga was taken aback for a moment, her expression ashamed.

He looked nervously at the prince and then at the chief, hesitated and stopped, at a loss.

Thyls was still lying on the ground, breathing in a trance.

How come...

How...

The crime of Hell River...

I have already been, already...

How to return...

He felt his left arm gradually recovering from the numbness, and he felt the quiet gaze from all around him, and his heart was full of flavors.

The entire training ground fell silent.

The royal guards exchanged glances, and from time to time there were low discussions.

Doyle pulled Lagolovo's sleeve, but the latter seemed to be lost in thought and did not respond.

"As for you, Your Highness Thales."

Malles spoke again.

The royal guards calmed down, and Piloga stopped trying to help the prince.

The watchman slowly turned around and looked at Thales on the ground lightly.

"After seeing your performance, I believe you already know what the power of ending is."

Malles gave a chuckle, contempt in his eyes: "But fighting?"

"It's far more than just ending power."

The next second, the watchman turned around without looking at the noble prince.

"Well, everyone, the performance is over."

Malós takes a step forward, light and authentic:

"Disbanded."

Looking at the back of Mallos, the royal guards, look at me, and I look at you.

A few seconds later, dozens of people dispersed.

"Do you see what the prince's final power is?"

Doyle secretly glanced at Thales, who had a dark expression on the ground and panted in a trance. He sympathized with the poor prince for a second, then turned around and said: "I didn't see it anyway, I felt too weak... "

"No," Glover frowned:

"Not weak..."

"Hey, zombie, the first few times, you can't agree with me once..."

At this moment, an unusually different, weak but hoarse voice sounded.

"Wait a minute."

The scattered royal guards all turned around~IndoMTL.com~ In the center of the training ground, the embarrassed boy stood up on the sand, staggered but resolutely got up.

Malles stopped.

"He just... hit me..." The young man lowered his head, raised his left arm trembling, and tried to breathe to relieve chest tightness:

"Shield."

Doyle's eyes slowly enlarged, and Glover's eyes became sharper.

Piloga, who is a sparring partner, stood in the field, surprised and did not know what to do.

"It's not...the point."

Tyles took a deep breath, enduring the muscle stiffness and pain from the heavy blow, and touched the fixed strap behind the shield.

In his body, the crime of the smashed prison river surged from the silence again.

They carried a fierce beast licking their wounds, and they climbed up step by step, making a popping muffled noise.

Tyers tremblingly pulled out his right hand and loosened the strap.

Let the shattered arm shield land freely.

"I..."

The young man swallowed a salty and **** saliva and tremblingly held the practice sword at his feet.

"I..."

The crime of the prison river flooded his arms.

"I still..."

The next moment, Thales breathed steadily, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword!

The young man stared at Mallos's back:

"...didn't lose."

The royal guards were in an uproar again.

People cast incomprehensible eyes at the prince and talked a lot.

Many people also quietly looked at their chief.

Waiting for his response.

One second, two seconds.

Malles was silent, without turning around.

He just turned his neck slowly, turned his head, and glanced sideways at Thales.

The corner of the watchman's mouth curls up.

Hook out a cold and mysterious...

Smile.

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