Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 23: Code: Dragon Blood

The others stared blankly at the horrible black hole on Raphael's arm, and listened to the black prophet's voice as if it were ringing in his ears, completely unable to react. This article is from 　wwww. lwχs520. com　 first release

Thyls’ thoughts stopped on the burn mark on Raphael’s hand and the thing underneath that I don’t know what it was. Little Slick head clung to his arm, shaking slightly, she didn’t dare to look. Take a look at that black hole.

Wiyah's face was ugly in front of Thales, and he unconsciously held down the single-edged sword at his waist. Rolf's expression was covered by half of the mask, but his constantly twitching brows explained all.

Cohen opened his eyes wide and looked at the weird appearance of his old friend in shock, while Miranda stared at Raphael's arm, breathing disorderly.

"Communication type: flying squirrel," Raphael seemed weak. He straightened up with a pale face, while using his eyes to beckon other people to stay calm, while talking to the weird black hole in his arm that other people did not understand Words:

"The white gloves are bloody, and the double-edged gun is broken."

Thyls frowned slightly: Is this a secret sign?

Raphael's voice fell, and the cell suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, the sharp teeth around the black hole squirmed.

Almost everyone breathed tightly, and Wiya was so nervous that the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

At the next moment, the ethereal but clear voice came from Raphael’s arm again as the black hole moved:

"Who is there?" The black prophet said coldly.

Raphael raised his head.

"The second prince, his entourage," Raphael's red eyes swept across the prince and the people behind him, then across Cohen and Miranda, his eyes were complicated: "and the two I mentioned earlier People."

The black hole is quiet again.

"His Royal Highness," Raphael's breathing calmed down, and the weakness when he just opened the black hole from his arm seemed to fade away: "Request to know the'Dragon Blood'."

Thyls endured his nausea towards that disgusting, toothy black hole. Since he knew the blood magician, his tolerance for nausea has been greatly enhanced. The prince took a breath , Frowned and raised his head to ask:

"What the **** is this?"

Nothing can be seen inside the black hole, only a bottomless darkness, but Thales knew that it was definitely not Raphael’s arm or flesh and blood.

Under the dim light, the prince looked at the black hole in disbelief, and asked everyone's doubts: "Is that... Morat's voice?"

Raphael looked at him deeply, without speaking.

The answer to him was the black hole that wriggled again.

"Your Royal Highness Thales," came the hoarse voice, but changed the conversation partner: "Do you know who I am?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the second prince.

Raphael nodded at him and pointed the black hole in his arm at Thales.

Thyls didn't look at the black hole, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He puts away any distractions in his mind and forgets the unpleasant encounter in Mindis Hall.

"Of course, Lord Hanson," Thales opened his eyes and calmly said to the black hole: "I am impressed, I dare not forget it."

The others watched this scene with different expressions.

The black hole was squirming again, and Morat's hoarse, old sneer came from inside.

"Don’t be nervous, your lord, I’m not by your side," the black prophet’s voice was like a viper vomiting, making people feel uneasy: "Of course, you can also treat me as I’m by your side-if this allows you Peace of mind."

Tyles gave an awkward and ugly smile.

Although he doesn't know if the Black Prophet can see it.

"So, what do you want to know?" The Black Prophet said slowly.

"Fifteen minutes," Raphael reminded silently from the side: "Don't forget, their next tour."

What I want to know—Thyls squeezed his fist slightly, his brain quickly turned, scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Everything," he raised his head and said without hesitation: "About this Rumba's action, about the death of King Nunn-I want to know everything that Secret Science has."

There was a laughter from the black hole.

Cohen and Miranda looked at each other, their expressions very uncomfortable.

"Well," finally, the black prophet's voice became brighter, although still unpleasant: "Where should I start."

Thyls didn't speak, he was waiting for Morat.

"Well, there is a good time," the black prophet on the other end said softly: "The Year of Blood."

Hearing the term again, Thales just felt his heart pounding again.

Miranda and Raphael raised their heads, glanced at each other silently, and read emotions that only each other can understand.

"In the most difficult time of the stars, a black sand-collared earl brought Exeter's letter of credence, or declaration of war," the black prophet's voice was hoarse and ugly as always, but surprisingly calm: "The earl has just gained fame in the Northland-he followed the traditional and cruel ancient Northland customs, stepped over his brother's corpse, and seized the inheritance rights of Duke Black Sand."

Thyls felt Xiao Slick grasp his hand tightly.

"When he told the entire court of Nunn's request, when the war between the dragon and the stars was unavoidable," Morat's words continued: "The king seized that Exeter's As the heir of the black sand collar, it must be very suitable as a bargaining chip in war."

Thyls squeezed a fist slightly, and the story that Rumba told in the carriage was cut off on the day he went to the stars, but what the prince did not expect was that he could actually hear the follow-up in the mouth of the black prophet.

Just listen to the Black Prophet continuing: "However, a wise His Royal Highness concluded after combining the investigation of the Secret Section: The purpose of Longxiao City is to use our hands to execute Chaman Rumba-King Nunn is probably very I hate him, his brother-killing nephew."

Thyls' eyebrows moved: Wise Your Highness?

"So, after some secret talk, Charman Rumba succeeded in'getting out of trouble' under his subordinate's'rescue'," the black prophet uttered grumpy laughter, as if enjoying the memory: "Midil His Royal Highness told me that he saw something unusual in the eyes of the young Earl of Lombard."

Midil Canxing.

Thyls extracted this name from his memories: the eldest son of the first king and the crown-prince, his uncle.

"Unusual?" Thales frowned: "You mean Rumba's hatred of Nunn VII, Walton and Dragon City?"

Morat's indistinct snort came from the black hole, which seemed to be mocking, but also sarcasm.

" Throughout the ages, every archduke of Exter hated the person sitting on the throne of the joint election, not necessarily Walton or Rumba," the black prophet said hoarsely: "but why alone Is it Charman? I think His Highness Midil has his own reasons."

"A seed was planted in this way and grown in the dark for twelve years," Morat seemed to sigh with emotion: "Even though Midiel can no longer see it."

Tyles' nerves tightened.

"Wait, the contact between Secret Branch and Rumba started twelve years ago?" The second prince raised his head in astonishment: "At the beginning, why didn't you stop his plot to assassinate Moral? China’s war crisis? And Broken Dragon Fortress..."

His reaction was interrupted by the Black Prophet.

"Contact? You misunderstood," the hoarse voice in the black hole hummed: "Rumba has always been independent and free, and Secret has neither bought nor controlled him: that is the least effective method."

"This is a tacit understanding."

"We did not communicate with each other for twelve years, and turned a blind eye to each other."

"But when the time came, we opened our eyes from dormant, seeing each other in the boundless darkness."

The words of the black prophet became colder and colder. At that moment, Thales even felt that the end of the black hole was a ferocious beast that preyed on him.

No, it's a poisonous snake.

In the dim cell, Thales stared at the black hole in Raphael's hand without saying a word.

Across from him, Cohen let out a long sigh, his face showing indecision.

"Damn conspiracy," the guard muttered in a low voice.

No one paid attention to him, everyone was listening to the words of the black prophet:

"Since your highness was established, especially after you were assassinated under Broken Dragon Fortress..."

"Rumba and Peffert's plot to try to break the Wo throne monopoly was exposed," Morat laughed coldly at the end of the black hole:

"Secret Section knows: the time has come."

Thyls bit his lower lip lightly and exhaled: "You have known from that time that Puffett did it? Do you also know Rumba's plan?"

The Black Prophet sneered, but did not answer.

It was Raphael who answered him.

"No, we don’t care about the truth and details." The young man from Secret Science held his right arm and looked at the hideous black hole on his arm quietly. "What we care about is very simple and very pure, that is 'Exter is unstable' such a cast iron fact.

"Yes, we are not only working with Rumba," Raphael lowered his head and said softly with an unclear expression: "We also provided him with the only help, which was also the most crucial part of his plan. "

Miranda looked at him steadily, her face unpredictable.

Tyles closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and then spit out the word with difficulty: "Cause."

Raphael nodded.

"Just before your highness, your envoy," Raphael raised his head, all emotions on his face disappeared without a trace: "A veteran gangster related to the magician was almost wiped out in Wangdu. Fiasco."

"Because of this fiasco, the blood disaster that had disappeared for many years was forced to reappear."

The laughter of the black prophet came again.

"Perfect time, perfect pawn," Morat sighed deeply, as if admiring a piece of art: "There is also a perfect executor—for Charman Rumba, there is no It's better'help' than this."

Tyles felt cold.

The laughter of the Black Prophet came again.

"We forged some small news," the owner of Secret Branch said interestingly on the other side of the black hole: "He threw a half-truth and half-false bait, enough to lure the blood magician to go north."

"Ramon, I remember that the person the Blood Bottle Gang was looking for was him," Thales returned to his senses and suddenly realized: "So, he didn't come into my team by accident, did he?"

Raphael smiled at him almost nothing.

"In this way, the blood magician was introduced to Longxiao City by us," the black prophet said lightly: "This chess piece has completed the layout, only waiting for qualified people to start it."

Xiao Hua's hair whimpered in fear—Tyles knew what she thought of.

Eligible people...start...

Thales remembered the scene of Black Sword rushing towards the blood magician without hesitation.

But.

"Introducing Longxiao City...start?" Thales muttered to himself.

Thyls clenched his fists.

His eyes flashed past countless people in the shield zone struggling, wailing, crying, and then dying feebly from suffocation or falling into touch.

He thought of his desperate flight with Xiao Slick.

In every corner where they ran behind, there were countless dead bodies.

"Pawn?" Thales gritted his teeth and raised his head.

"Do you treat that kind of... treat disasters as chess pieces?" The second prince resisted the unhappiness in his heart: "What gives you such confidence that you can control the legendary disasters and the ruined heavens. The power to destroy the earth?"

Raphael turned his head and glanced at him.

"Confident?"

Raphael snorted coldly:

"In all recorded history, no matter how powerful the power, no matter how terrifying existence, even those monsters that can crush the mainland in a single thought, they are nothing but the noise of a moment of hustle and bustle.

"No one has ever conquered everything with power," Raphael raised his hand and nodded his head: "So you don't have to be superstitious about power."

"This is the confidence of Secret Science."

"In front of the real strong, even if it is a disaster, it is just a pawn."

Thyls gave a sudden shock.

The real strong...

"This sentence," Thales raised his head, his eyes full of suspiciousness: "Who told you?"

Raphael's eyelids twitched and he stared at Thales.

But the young man still said silently: "My teacher."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"Go on," Miranda said. In the cell, her cold voice appeared particularly prominent: "How do you use it, the disaster?"

The black prophet let out a deep, hoarse laugh.

"Last night, we started the Blood Disaster according to plan," Raphael took over the words of the Black Prophet at this time: "King Nunn soon learned of the news-there is a The legendary monsters are raging."

"This is all our work," Rafael glanced around at the people around him, his tone replied to the previous indifferent: "Just to achieve two goals."

"First, distract and transfer two powerful legendary anti-devil weapons." He said coldly.

Cohen frowned slightly: "Retract? From the disaster?"

Raphael looked at his old friend with a mysterious smile.

"No," the young man from Secret Science whispered, "Leave him away from King Nunn."

Thyls was a spirit, he remembered the man with the gun and Nicolae when the Black Sword led him into the battlefield.

They are all deliberately led away...

"The soul-killing gun that can kill people with a single blow, and the soul-breaking blade that can build an absolute barrier," Raphael explained softly: "They will all be a great obstacle for the assassin to solve Nunn."

"What about the second goal?" Miranda said coldly.

Raphael turned his head and looked at the female swordsman beside him.

This time, there was something more inexplicable in his eyes.

"Second, use the same disaster to completely strip Nunn from the heavy encirclement of the army and guards." He looked into Miranda's eyes and continued.

"The more enemies there are, the stronger the blood magician-in order to deal with it, you must give up your own number advantage," Raphael moved his gaze away from Miranda, his eyes slowly focused: "Sure enough , King Nunn, as we expected, before we reminded him, ordered the martial law city to evacuate the people, patrol the patrol, and strictly forbid the recruitment of militias."

The black prophet sighed faintly on the other side of the black hole, Thales could hear it: it was a sincere sigh.

"In the past thirty years of rule, King Nunn has never been as vulnerable as last night, far away from the protection of the army and armed forces," Raphael whispered: "Leave the rest to Rumba. ."

His voice fell.

The silence returned to the cell.

Until Cohen, who couldn't help it anymore, spoke in disbelief.

"This is the truth about the disaster that has come to Longxiao City?" The guard gritted his teeth, remembering the hearty big leather belt, and said in hatred, "So many people died? Paying such a high price...just For..."

Raphael interrupted him.

"It's hard to bring disasters to Longxiao City. Of course, it can't be so naive to make it troublesome," the young man of Secret Science snorted coldly, "Our goal was clear from the beginning-- The death of Nunn."

Cohen lowered his head~IndoMTL.com~ his fist was squeezed, his expression unrecognizable.

The words of the Black Prophet appear again at this time:

"With the help of a Grand Duke Exeter, we overturned the throne of the king."

"For the first time in history, a Northland Grand Duke killed the incumbent king."

"Nicaru's co-governance vow has never been trampled so severely."

Thyls felt the little slippery head behind him shrink slightly, whether it was fear or pain.

"Exter will fall into endless chaos from now on."

"The majestic dragon sprinkled blood in the north, dying, and the dragon's wings in the sky fell to the ground, no longer able to rise," Morat sighed softly, as if recalling those tragic years:

"This is the top-secret plan that Secret Science has been preparing for twelve years since the **** year, originated from the vision of His Royal Highness."

"Code name:'Dragon Blood'."