Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 232: The caster

After listening to Li's secret, Thales overcame the initial surprise and calmed down.

"According to what you say, you can't be blamed for today's misfortune," the prince said suspiciously, "you have to blame Canxing's royal family for not taking good care of that original blood, which made Lausanne II a blood clan, causing endless disasters?"

"I have absolutely no such intention," Li Gongjin replied, but his scrutinizing gaze never left Thales. "But with this clue, His Highness must be closer to the truth behind the killer than us."

Thales frowned.

That's cunning.

The old fellow threw the riddle back to me, along with the thread to solve it, and explicitly and secretly dismissed Corleone's responsibility.

But this trick really worked, Thales couldn't help wondering:

Lausanne II, this relentless killer returned to the Star Kingdom after many years, not just to avenge the blood bottle gang's old grievances.

How did he get the blood that should have belonged to Crown Prince Midil?

What is the relationship between him and the royal family of Canxing?

At this moment, Li suddenly turned his head and looked down the tower very naturally:

"The juniors of the Houllier family have fought against each other."

Thales took a deep breath, cleared more doubts from his mind, and forced himself to return to the present moment.

"Thank God," he raised his binoculars, and finally found the target, "they are fighting on the roof anyway, at least I can see it."

Although at the pace of Yannick and Lausanne II's fight, Thales couldn't see anything except Mohu's flickering figure.

"However, Your Highness should be careful."

"Because Yannick might not be his match?"

Li shook his head.

"As far as we know, this Yannick Houllier is the head of the family at a young age, and he is good at provoking power and taking advantage of the situation. He is deeply trusted by the'ghost girl'."

As for the "Ghost Mother" Visanlia Houllier herself, she is an old member of "Night Unyielding" and the leader of the rebels who rebelled against the Kingdom of the Night. Tough character with a love-hate relationship.

Li thought so, and kept talking:

"In your opinion, why did the Houllier family, who have lived in the feast for a long time, choose to visit the Emerald City at this time?"

Thales thought for a moment.

For the Emerald Celebration?

To see the prince?

In order to deliver a letter to the ugly woman?

Thales remembered his encounter with Yannick at the Brawl Banquet.

"For 'balance'." He said calmly.

Li slightly nodded:

"Since it is for balance, will he really do what you wish and do his best?"

Thales frowned.

Of course, you know.

A voice in the prince's heart told him:

In fact, Yannick already knew the truth.

This personable vampire saw the filth under the water of the Emerald City early on, and guessed that a fellow clan was secretly hunting in the city. That's why he left those meaningful words at the Banquet:

【... Emerald City is currently undercurrents, and there are many dirty things here. 】

But he, the acting master of the Huanxin family, the young blood of the Houlier family was indifferent and even happy to see the success.

He sat and waited for the day when the ruler of the Emerald City—whether it was Thales or Jann—would suffer and be overwhelmed.

In exchange for greater rewards.

The problem is, Thales...

The voice in his heart whispered:

How can you take advantage of this?

————

Ding!

Metal clashes, the two swords on the roof rotated back and forth, the attack and defense were so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, and it was only an indistinct phantom.

"Don't you find it strange, child? You have always refused to accept the identity of the blood race, refused to join them, and used it..."

But during the fierce battle, Yannick's voice was always gentle and calm:

"Then why did the Corleone family keep you instead of killing you—"

An exquisite sword move suddenly appeared in the dazzle, and immediately interrupted Yannick!

Caught off guard, the blood councilor let out a muffled snort, then quickly backed away, appearing on another roof and settling down.

"They tried."

Lausanne II raised his head, his face was as white as a corpse, lifeless:

"They can't."

After speaking, he showed his badly damaged long sword:

The blade of the sword is covered with black blood, dripping down.

Yannik frowned tightly, and he slightly let go of his left hand that was covering his abdomen: the wound was deeply wounded, and black blood was gushing out continuously.

Damn it, how did he stab this sword?

If I were still an ordinary human...

However, Lausanne II frowned slightly after seeing this scene:

It's off.

That sword should have gone straight to the heart.

"Can't do it? Oh, Prince Philip, who was once invincible, thought so too," Yannick quickly raised his head, and put on the standard smile of a diplomat and a member of parliament again, "until he was killed by Lanli. Corleone overturned the throne and became an old story in the history books."

Lausanne II did not answer, or he responded with actions:

The killer leaps forward, and the sword shines again!

Can't he wait any longer?

Yannik was so angry that he couldn't wait for the wound to heal, so he was forced to fight again:

What's wrong with the world today? Shouldn't masters fight each other with mutual respect, at least let the opponent finish talking?

Clang!

The sword was shining freely, Lausanne II charged forward and pursued without stopping, while Yannick retreated and dodged without hesitation.

The movement of the blood killer is slightly inferior to that of Yannick, but he is superior in his swordsmanship. Every blow falls on the key point that the opponent has to defend. After a few rounds, Yannick was hit by the sword again and retreated to the ground Ten meters away!

This time, Yannick did not have such a good posture, he knelt on one knee while his body was shaking:

A horrific wound that was ripped open and slashed diagonally from the right shoulder, even split the collarbone.

Almost.

Lausanne II shook the black blood on the sword, not very satisfied:

It's still a little bit close to being able to take the lead.

"Just like this," the killer said softly, "They fear me."

The filthy ones in Kingdom of the Night—especially the old ones who have lived for thousands of years—are selfish, greedy, and afraid of death. They are afraid of his sword skills, his abilities, and his determination. He is even more afraid of the countless killing experience he has accumulated over the decades (How many people have those old guys killed? Who have they killed? Farmers who walked home at night? Blood food shivering in a small dark room? To them A human blood servant who respects, loves, and fears?).

In short, they were unwilling to pay a high price for killing him.

"Afraid of you?"

Yannik couldn't help laughing when he heard the words. He is trying his best to repair the serious injury on his shoulder and neck at the moment, and it is difficult to speak:

"Poor boy, you have been, you have been cheated..."

Lausanne II raised his eyes and stepped forward without hesitation.

And you are going to be killed.

Possessive dirty kind.

"You may not understand Corleone," Yannick said with a look of pain on his face, "but I can tell you that this is not jealousy, but power tactics: the Corleone family played a scene, making you think they are afraid of you .”

Cheat?

Machinery?

Interesting.

Lausanne II felt disdainful.

If it was acting, then the price they paid was too high.

In that night, in order to execute him, the filthy creatures of the kingdom of the night went forward one after another, but they just rushed to feed him one by one, until they aroused the uncontrollable ferocity and abilities in his body.

The Corleone family lost ground, and the other families in the seven branches of the Kingdom of the Night suffered heavy casualties...

Lausanne II was about to raise his sword, but suddenly stopped.

Other.

Other families.

He looks directly at Yannick again.

Forward and successive.

One after the other.

In the Kingdom of the Night, except for Corleone...

Another family?

Lausanne II unconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

"What do you know?" he asked softly.

Yannick let out a smirk.

"A terrible friend, or an opponent told me, and she is unfortunately connected with the blood of the Corleone family."

Lausanne II frowned.

"Yes, Corleone lied to you because they wanted to use you better."

Yannik stood up tremblingly, the wound on his abdomen had healed, but the heavy wound on his shoulder was still recovering, and the cut was closed in a degree visible to the naked eye.

"Because if you feel that they are 'not afraid' of you, then you will raise your guard and fight with them to the end, refusing to compromise, let alone cooperate."

Yannick sneered.

"Only if you feel that they are 'scaring' of you, then they can—at least in your eyes—be forced to let you go, keep you, and have to let you 'act freely'."

Lausanne II didn't speak, he just stared at the opponent's wound.

"As for why..."

Yannik snorted lightly: "A live chess is always more useful than a dead chess."

Chess pieces.

The sword edge of Lausanne II trembled slightly.

I saw Yannick reaching out his hand to signal him:

"Look now, aren't you running for others willingly and without complaint? You even naively think that this is all out of your own will, that everything you do is for yourself, Is it out of free will, are you acting freely?"

The blood member laughed:

"In this way, as a chess piece, you will be more lively, more motivated, and go all out in your work?"

Speaking of this, Yannick remembered something, and couldn't help but look around:

"Just like the land under our feet, the state council created by the virtuous monarchs, so that everyone who can attend the meeting, from princes and generals to traffickers and pawns, thinks that they have the power to influence the state affairs , have the capital to make the rulers afraid, have the right to speak for themselves, and have the qualifications to act freely.”

He sighed:

"So, they are negligent in doubting, forgetting their hatred, let alone resisting."

Take the seats that the Great Kingdom offers them with peace of mind, as if they were meant to be.

Lausanne II lowered his head.

"That's the problem. You've stood at the most critical point in this power struggle, and you're making every move." Yannick moved his shoulder, and his wound finally healed, "What should you do? What about the reaction?"

He smiled:

"A **** who thinks he is free?"

What responded to him was Lausanne II's increasingly cold sword light.

————

On the abandoned sentry tower, Thales was silent for a long time, and finally put down the binoculars.

"Make a deal."

Lee Corleone's eyelids moved:

"Your Highness?"

"Whether Yannick or others want to get in the way, Earl Li, you bring me Lausanne II, so that he can breathe and interrogate."

Thales turned around:

"In this way, the bad debts that you have harbored for many years in exiled dignitaries, including smuggling blood killers, harming Emerald City, and overthrowing the Duke of the Kingdom, will be written off."

Li Wenyan frowned.

"I'm grateful for Your Highness's tolerance, but this person is pregnant with the blood of Prince Philip, and his abilities are weird and terrifying. I'm afraid we can't do anything—"

"If a drop of blood is so terrible," Thales interrupted him rudely, "where is Prince Philip now? Why hasn't he ruled the world yet?"

Perhaps the question was too sensitive, the blood count kept his mouth shut and did not respond.

Thales stared at him for a few seconds before turning around and smiling.

"Did you know that when the disaster of blood broke out in Longxiao City, the instigator also told me: The disaster is too terrible, even if they want to stop it, they can't do anything."

Hearing a few secret key words, Li's eyes moved.

Thales turned his head and looked at the brightly lit Kongming Palace in the distance.

"But I will also suspect later: as the people who plan the conspiracy and bring about the disaster, maybe they are not powerless."

He quietly said:

"Just don't want to contribute."

Thales turned to the opponent again, his gaze like a sword:

"What do you think, Earl Li?"

Li was silent for a long time, then took a step back, saluted respectfully, but did not give an inch in his words:

"His Royal Highness, before coming here, His Majesty Katerina made repeated orders, asking us to follow the rules in your country and not to make extravagant problems."

Thales sighed.

"But Katerina also said that you should have the ability to adapt."

Li Fei not only did not answer his words, but changed the subject instead.

"This killer is a **** in the game between Master Federico and his cousin." Li looked down the tower with a blank expression on his face, "Since His Highness attacked him, does it mean that you have already formed a team among them? Also made a decision for the fate of the Emerald City?"

Stand in line?

No matter which team I stand on, it will be very troublesome.

Thales thought of Jann and Federico, and kept thinking about what the other party cared about while having a headache.

"If you're worried about getting revenge on Zhan En, or Iris's revenge, then I can guarantee—"

"I'm not worried about Kevin Dill," Li didn't let him finish his sentence, "Historically, Blood Fang has feuded with the three masters of Kongming Palace successively, but no matter how big the enmity is, wait As soon as their lives were exhausted, they disappeared, and when the benefits came, they reconciled as before."

"Then why—"

Li's eyes moved:

"What I'm worried about is Your Highness: Before you made this decision, did you communicate with the Fuxing Palace?"

Thales frowned slightly.

He remembered the letter from King Kessel:

[You can figure it out. 】

But...

Thales didn't change his face, but said insincerely:

"That's natural - His Majesty has given me full authority to handle the affairs here."

"Since that's the case, Your Highness, you shouldn't ask us to help you extra," said the Counselor of the Kingdom of the Night with a calm attitude, but there was something in his words, "Because of our cooperation with the Kingdom's Secret Division, or in other words, with the Fuxing Palace It has been settled. And the bad debt you used to blackmail me to 'write it off' should not be counted on us."

Thales frowned.

"You said earlier that in the face of disasters and chaos, the instigator may not be powerless, but unwilling to contribute," Li Youyou said, "Maybe, because it is really 'too scary', there are other people?"

Thales was silent.

"After leaving the Emerald City, I'm going to go north. I will meet His Majesty Kessel as an envoy and present my credentials." Li glanced at him and bowed, "Why do you need to force others to make things difficult for you?"

Thales looked at the other party, thinking silently.

Li turned around.

"After returning to China, Katerina lost her two big arms, so life is not easy, right?"

Thales suddenly said:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to see an Emerald City with 'friendliness and mutual trust'."

Lei did not respond.

Thales took a deep breath, and his tone was firm after thinking clearly:

"But sometimes, it's because we don't want to make things difficult that they are so scary."

Li's eyes moved:

"What do you mean?"

Thales let out a breath and said resolutely:

"In fact, everything I do now may be far from the wishes of the Fuxing Palace, so let's make a deal again."

Li narrowed his eyes.

I saw Thales take a step forward:

"Katerina said that although she walked in the dark night, she opened her eyes and looked at the stars, reflecting the road ahead like day, right?"

Li raised the corner of his mouth.

Thales looked down the tower:

"Tell her I understand."

"Understand what?"

Thales stared blankly at the night scene of the new suburb.

"I stand on the ground and look up to the stars."

He looked at the bright Milky Way in the night sky, and said softly:

"Just wait for the sunset to turn into night, and reach for the stars."

————

Shua!

With a flash of the sword, Yannick tumbled from the roof and fell to the ground. He took three steps back before he could barely stand still. His body was dripping with blood and he was in a panic.

Not good.

This guy who doesn't listen to people's persuasion is really a single sword, not relying on physical strength, but only relying on unparalleled swordsmanship, he can firmly suppress the speed, agility, dexterity and strength of the blood race.

Those who can do this in history are all well-known extreme masters.

For example, the well-known wolf enemy Keira, facing his seemingly mediocre blade, even the "Confessor" Parril Reha, who is known for his weird and weird body skills and once fought against the Nightwing King Te can't get any benefits.

On the other side, Lausanne II landed lightly.

"You have good sword skills, vampire." He said slowly.

There are a few tricks that still hide the shadow of advanced martial arts.

Unlike other dirty species that only take advantage of the physical advantages of vampires, such as the beasts of the Castigan clan and the Lorilloa clan.

In the next second, Lausanne II burst into stature and quickly bullied him!

Yannik, who was still recovering from his wound, had to raise his sword again and hastily fought.

Clang!

Two swords are at one place.

Lausanne II was stuck in the position where he could exert his strength most easily, and shook his head coldly:

"But it was close."

It is this unremarkable point that separates the insurmountable natural moat between masters.

Under Yannick's unbelievable gaze, the opponent's sword turned strangely, and the moment he was about to counterattack, it plunged straight into his chest.

Lausanne II sent out the blade without hesitation, allowing it to penetrate deeper until it pierced the opponent's heart.

This is the point that will determine the ultimate life and death—huh?

Lausanne II's hands trembled, and he immediately felt that something was wrong!

This is not the feel and direction of piercing the heart!

Hey!

Amidst Yannick's groaning in extreme pain, he tried his best to block Lausanne II's sword with his narrow sword, and the blade was slightly deflected, rubbing against his ribs and piercing his upper abdomen.

Lausanne II flinched.

For the blood race, this was considered a serious injury, but it was not fatal.

The next second, Yannick's eyes turned fierce, he roared and raised his head, the narrow sword in his right hand counterattacked, and his left hand turned into a sharp claw.

It's worse.

Lausanne II reacted very quickly, and immediately drew his sword back to defend!

Shua!

In the phantom that was approaching Mohu, the two of them were separated at the touch of a touch!

Clang.

Both weapons fell to the ground.

Chick.

A large amount of black blood shot out, splashing all over the sky.

Yannik took a few steps back, knelt on one knee trembling, black blood surged from the wound between his chest and abdomen, and merged into a stream under his body.

Lausanne II leaned against the wall weakly: his chest was ripped open by vicious and ferocious claws, and a large piece of flesh and blood was dug away, and the white ribs were faintly visible, which was shocking.

Both sides were seriously injured.

The blood physique took effect instantly, and the flesh and blood at the wounds of the two people trembled and bulged out, trying their best to heal themselves.

But obviously, Yannick's recovery speed was extremely fast, and the bleeding stopped in a short time.

As for Lausanne II, he groaned in pain——his wounds healed extremely slowly, unable to do what he wanted.

[Blood. 】

The longing in the body wells up in time.

After fighting fiercely for a long time, his vitality was seriously low.

Benefits are urgently needed.

【Blood...】

But compared to this, what he cares more about is...

Holding back the severe pain, Lausanne II tried his best to raise his head.

"It seems that your swordsmanship may not be as superb as they said, lost child." Yannick smiled coldly, with a hint of jokes in his words.

Lausanne II is unbelievable.

The decisive blow that he had an absolute advantage in was blocked by the opponent at the moment of life and death?

To be able to fight sword against sword, escape and counterattack under such a disadvantage, both sides will suffer...

No.

Unless...

He looked solemnly at Yannick in front of him.

Unless the other party uses...

It is a more sublime and exquisite swordsmanship.

But...

Yannik stood up with difficulty, took out a small bottle the size of a finger, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down.

The moment the other party unscrewed the bottle cap, Lausanne II moved his nose, and he clenched his teeth in pain.

[Blood, blood! Need blood! 】

In the next second, Yannick trembled all over, and the wound on his chest and abdomen healed quickly!

Yannik let out a breath of relief and returned to his smile.

"This is the essence of blood refined by the 'scholar' Mershid's family. It is highly concentrated and easy to carry. Ah, their family likes to invent and create," he shook the empty bottle in his hand, and took out another A small bottle with a friendly smile, "Don't you want a bottle? I treat you, I promise it's non-toxic and harmless."

After saying that, he really threw the small bottle at Lausanne II!

[Blood! 】

The killer's face tightened, and he dragged his seriously injured body to avoid it.

With a bang, the bottle smashed to the ground, and a small pool of blood flowed out.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you are untrained and can't eat rationally," Yannick seemed to have just remembered this, with an apologetic face, "It's a pity."

After all...

A bottle is very expensive.

Yannick sighed.

Losanne II clenched his teeth and forced himself not to look at the pool of blood essence on the ground.

No.

No!

Soon, with the same serious injury, Yannick recovered as before, while the wound on Lausanne II's body only stopped bleeding, and the self-healing almost stagnated.

The balance of victory and defeat changes instantly.

"This is not your real strength."

Lausanne II tore off his clothes with difficulty, and bandaged his wounds strangely and skillfully as before:

"It's your ability."

Yannick frowned:

"Why do you say that?"

Lausanne II snorted coldly, endured the severe pain and said:

"I always gain the upper hand, but my sword is always useless. It's not your swordsmanship, but my sword..."

"No, no, no," Yannick interrupted him with sharp eyes, "What I'm asking is, why do you think that those mysterious and complicated mechanisms will cost a lot of money to understand, get familiar with, exercise and use? Can't it be counted as real 'strength'?"

The face of Lausanne II changed.

Yannick smiled.

"In other words, if you die in my hands tonight, Lausanne II, no matter how good your sword skills are, no matter how strong your real 'strength' is..."

Speaking of which, the blood member is no longer humorous and disrespectful, but solemnly picked up the weapon, with a serious face:

"What's the point?"

Before the words finished, Yannick's figure disappeared instantly!

Lausanne II's eyelids twitched, he struggled to pounce on his sword!

The next second, Yannick flashed in front of Lausanne II, and the two swords were exchanged again.

Clang!

As the metal collided, the two of them broke apart at the same touch.

But this time, Yannick took three steps back in an orderly manner, with ease in his posture.

Lausanne II let go of the long sword, groaned in pain and fell to his knees, with another wound on his body.

No.

Has been traumatized, his body is weak, his vision is erratic, his sword is out of aim, and his footwork is messy.

[Blood!

! Blood!

! 】

Shut up.

Kneeling on the ground, the killer thought darkly:

No matter how many excellent and subtle sword moves are enough to turn defeat into victory at this moment, they cannot be used.

As expected... the general trend is over.

Just don't know...

What kind of ability did the opponent use, starting from an absolute disadvantage, and reversed step by step?

"Ah, it's already so far, you can still bite me back," Yannick looked at the extra scratch on his elbow, and couldn't help admiring, "It's really a good sword skill."

I'm afraid that even the "Jiwei" Baplan family, who is in the six branches of the Shengyan leader and studies peerless martial arts, can't compare with him in swordsmanship.

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

"It's really a pity."

Yannik did not pursue, but condescended and sincerely sighed:

"If you are not so stubborn, but accept the identity of the blood clan, make good use of our clan's ability, get used to our clan's physique, and even become a 'true shape', coupled with this rare and extraordinary swordsmanship in the world, tsk Tsk tsk..."

He looked into the distance, his eyes were far-reaching, and his words were bewitching:

"How high will you reach?"

Lausanne II dismissed the words.

"Crap."

These words, didn't those filthy people from Kingdom of the Night, and even that kid from Kevin Dill, ever nag him?

Thinking as he was dying, Lausanne II tightened the bandage on the wound.

His posture was ugly, trembling, and he finally touched the long sword that fell to the ground.

Like...

Just like the hundred-step ranger just now.

The thought flashed by, and Lausanne II forced himself to forget it.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his sword to the ground:

"If I hadn't refused to become a dirty species, and hadn't refused to spend my time and energy sucking blood and grinding my teeth..."

If he hadn't practiced the sword frantically day and night, reminding himself of the feeling of being a human being all the time, and suppressing the blood thirst trembling from the depths of his soul...

No, it should be said that if he was not born with such an obsessive, stubborn, and annoying personality, if he was like Aknett, flexible, flexible, and loved by everyone... ...

Holding the resentment and anger that no one can understand, Lausanne II said coldly:

"Then do you think I can still practice this kind of swordsmanship?"

Yannick was startled when he heard that.

"Because... just because I am stubborn enough, focused enough, and never turn back, to abandon this tyrannical body like a shoe..."

Disdain for the strange ability that keeps him awake at night...

Don't listen to the bewitching of those dirty species night after night...

Sneak at the temptation of eternal life and eternal youth...

Lausanne II dragged his body that was about to collapse, and stood up with difficulty:

"Because of this, I can practice and be worthy of this hand... a decent swordsmanship."

Man is not a boundless pocket that cannot hold everything.

Even if you have an endless lifespan.

No.

Right, old Joaquin?

"Well said."

Yannik was shocked by the other party's words, and sighed again and again:

"Tsk tsk, I really listened to what you said..."

He paused for a while, realized something, and shook his head suddenly.

Well, it seems to be useless.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Damn it.

If he hadn't hesitated just now, if he didn't listen to the nonsense of "Corleone is lying to you" from the opponent, but instead chased after the opponent's shoulder and neck, and went straight to the point, then it wouldn't be...

"Are you thinking, if you didn't hesitate at the time, it would be fine if you didn't give me time to recover?"

Yannik spoke suddenly, surprising the killer.

"That's useless," the blood councilor smiled gently, "You still have to lose."

Lausanne II was taken aback.

"Because the question is not 'if you didn't hesitate at the time'," Yannick said with burning eyes, "but 'why did you hesitate at the time'?"

Why, why did I hesitate then?

Lausanne II's child hole shrinks.

Yes.

Why did I go against the instinct of killing and killing for many years...

To hesitate for his words?

At that moment, he looked at Yannick and suddenly understood something.

"I see." The killer murmured.

Affected by the opponent's ability...

Not his sword.

Yannik snorted softly, and stepped forward with his sword in hand.

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

Acknowledge your fate.

But in the next second, Yannick, who was still smiling, changed his expression!

I saw the young head of the Houllier family stumbled for a while, then closed his eyes and fell forward.

At that moment, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes, roared and drew out his sword, slashing at Yannick!

It's not over yet!

This filthy guy is right.

Ability is also strength!

Hey!

The next second, the blade cut through Yannick's neck.

Can't go any further.

Lausanne II stared in disbelief:

I don't know when, Yannick's eyes widened with anger, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he clasped the blade tightly, avoiding the bad luck of being beheaded.

What's going on?

Shaking, Lausanne II watched as his opponent parted his sword inch by inch.

"This is your ability?"

Yannik gritted his teeth, his neck was covered with blood:

"The so-called evil whisper?"

At this moment, Yannick's expression was bitter and complicated, and his words were angry and humiliated.

Looking at his appearance, Lausanne II couldn't help laughing.

"So, what did you see in 'Whisper'?"

He could no longer resist Yannick's strength, and was pushed away by his opponent.

But the killer didn't care, and smiled sarcasticly:

"Is it what you are most afraid of in this life? What is the most frightening? What is the most regretful? The happiest? The most exciting? Is it an unforgettable memory even when you are dying?"

Yannik's eyes trembled, and his figure moved instantly!

Shua.

At that moment, Lausanne II only felt a pain in his right hand.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

Clang.

Lausanne II's eyes widened: his right arm, together with the weapon, left his body and landed at his feet.

The fingers holding the sword are still twitching.

"Child, you are barbaric and rude. You have no respect for time and the past, and wantonly fiddle with other people's memories."

Yannik shook his arm, and the narrow sword shot out, piercing the right arm of Lausanne II who was eager to find his body.

His eyes flashed with disgust and anger, and the neck injury slowly recovered:

"It's really rude."

The right arm that lost its nutrients twitched, and finally shriveled and shriveled on the ground, like a dry corpse.

Lausanne II didn't care about the lost arm, but looked at him solemnly.

This vampire...

Facing his own ability, he got rid of it in less than a second?

Even the different prince took several seconds to wake up?

Because of my serious injury, my control ability has declined?

Or is the other party too powerful?

"It's so pitiful. After reincarnation, no one from the same race, especially the elders, has ever taught you this, right?"

As if knowing what he was wondering about, Yannick sneered.

"So you don't know, the reason why the ability to affect the mind is so rare is because most of these abilities are complicated and difficult to understand, and because the first thing it affects is always ourselves."

Lausanne II was shocked when he heard this.

Yannick nodded his forehead.

"If you want to be convincing, you must treat people with sincerity.

"If you want people to love you deeply, you must first send your heart.

"If you want to scare people, you have to experience horror.

"If you want to turn someone into a lunatic, you have to experience the feeling of being completely crazy first."

And it is ten times a hundred times, thousands of times.

And even more.

Lausanne II was stunned.

"That's why King Nightwing doesn't like those of his kind with rare spiritual abilities, and will always be full of prejudice against them."

And the same prejudice eventually led to a big split between the Eastern and Western blood races.

Yannick shook his head:

"But the most ironic, ridiculous and ridiculous thing is: he himself is a master of this."

Open a pair of night wings, descending endless darkness.

Speaking of which, Yannick Houllier sneered:

"So in the end, Langley himself went crazy."

Crazy to the core.

Crazy enough to be the enemy of the world.

The tragic fate represented by his surname is repeated over and over again.

"That's why, when every vampire starts to practice psychic powers, they will be strictly guarded by experienced seniors and warned in every possible way," Yannick twisted his neck, feeling the newly healed wound, with complicated eyes , "Be careful and exercise restraint, be vigilant at all times, protect yourself, avoid endangering yourself, and get lost."

Lausanne II understood and raised his head in relief.

"So, it's the same as me," the killer said softly, "Your ability, it affects the human...spirit."

A manipulator of psychic powers.

This is the reason why the other party can quickly get rid of "Evil Whisper".

Lausanne II frowned:

"Its operating mechanism is probably to make my spirit and will unknowingly relax at the most critical moment and fall short."

Ingenious, mysterious, almost invisible.

Yannick smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

He looked at the 'clan' on the ground who had lost his sword hand and was gone.

"My ability," he said softly, "is called Disharmony."

Disharmony...

As his death approached, Lausanne II fell into deep thought.

I don't know, what kind of swordsmanship can defeat this ability?

And Yannick looked at his opponent, thinking about something else:

It's a pity, this killer is highly skilled in martial arts, he can be called the best in the world, but he is not as vigilant as that boy mentally.

When he saw through the strangeness and reacted, it was too late and he was powerless to resist.

It's a pity.

It's a pity for this superb swordsmanship.

"Now, are you still refusing my help?" Yannick raised his eyebrows.

Lausanne II remained silent, but turned his head away.

"It doesn't matter, you have no right to refuse anyway," Yannick smiled slightly and didn't care, "We will have a lot of fun."

He held out his hand to the other party.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth, ready to make a final fight for his dignity.

At this time.

"He's not your toy, junior."

Yannick's arm froze.

But his expression remained unchanged, he turned around with a smile, and had time to tidy up his blood-stained and torn collar.

"Glad to see you are back, Count Li."

The nearly desperate Lausanne II widened his eyes:

I saw Le Corleone with a face from the Far East walking in the middle of the road, walking towards them slowly.

The steps are silent.

It's him.

It's the dirty kind.

Lausanne II turned his head in disdain.

Li ignored Yannick, but looked at the inhuman Lausanne II, frowning: "Even so, you are unwilling to eat when you are about to die?"

What responded to him was Lausanne II's disgusted "Bah".

When Yannick saw this, he laughed loudly:

"Oh, I knew Earl that you would come back shyly, why did you just break up and walk away?"

Li turned his head slightly, looking at Yannick with sly eyes.

"In other words, you have made up your mind to bow your head and give in, but you have to wait until you get the most benefit before you come back, so as to reap the benefits..."

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

"It must be as smart as the North Star,?

? I was taken aback by you, and thought he was begging for your help? "

Lei did not respond.

"As my mother said, you look dull and restrained, but you are actually cunning and cunning," Yannick said, looking at Lausanne II intentionally or unintentionally, "you have to guard against it, right."

At this moment, Li Que suddenly said:

"Junior, you look like your mother."

Yannik's eyelids twitched: "Oh, then I am Yourong..."

"But do you think that as long as this is the case, Visanglia will forget her grievances, treat you like a parent and child, and trust you like a deputy," Li interrupted him, "as if she has never experienced the pain of losing a child?"

The earl's voice was calm, without any ups and downs.

But Yannick's expression changed slightly.

The eyes of the head of the Huanxin Court turned cold in an instant, and they were no longer relaxed and freehand.

Li didn't say much anymore, but walked towards Lausanne II expressionlessly.

But Yannick flashed and stood in front of him!

"Junior, you have exceeded the rules." Li was neither surprised nor impatient, as if he knew this earlier.

But Yannick's expression is indifferent:

"I just remembered, Lord Counselor of the Corleone family, it seems that this guy was transported to Emerald City by you on your boat?"

Li did not answer.

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

"Then do you want to help him escape, so that he can continue to stir up the conspiracy, or simply kill him, so that he can't admit the fact that you are a gangster?"

Lausanne II lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky.

Li didn't even bother to respond:

"Get out of the way."

"Forgive me, but I was ordered by His Highness to eliminate harm for the people, how can I let you..."

"There are only us here, junior, so don't hide it anymore," Li Leng said coldly, "Even if you fan the flames here and add fuel to the flames, what will you get?"

Yannick's smile also disappeared:

"Very good, it seems that you also know that at this moment, the key to the Emerald City's struggle lies in this pawn. Whoever captures this **** will take the initiative."

Chess pieces.

So, I'm just a **** after all.

Pieces that follow the path.

Laurus II, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, subconsciously clenched his right hand—no, his right hand was no longer there.

Strange, is this phantom limb and phantom pain?

So he squeezed even tighter.

Just like before, the kid who called himself a ranger.

"So, he is not just a pawn, but a bargaining chip."

Yannik sneered:

"So, in order to get this bargaining chip smoothly, in exchange for the help of Star Kingdom, Li, what are you willing to pay?"

"It's not your turn to ask me, junior."

"The diplomacy of the Kingdom of the Night—"

At this moment, Li and Yannick's expressions changed at the same time!

The next second, both of them flashed together!

Li knelt on one knee, his eyes closed tightly, and his face showed bitterness.

"Please, master, master, brother... I can't, I can't..."

He murmured, but what he spoke was not the common language, but another strange language:

"Let me out, get out... let me out... for a while, for a while..."

Yannick's condition was slightly better. He put his hand on his forehead and stepped back a few meters, barely maintaining his balance.

Damn it, this ability is...

As soon as he was in shock, he turned his head in shock and anger, and looked to the other side:

At some point, Lausanne II stood up and held the sword with his left hand.

"You bastards..."

Despite the horrific wounds on his body and his shaky figure, the blood killer still kept his eyes open, full of resentment, and insisted on taking steps forward.

Step by step, he walked towards the unconscious Far Eastern vampire kneeling on the ground with difficulty.

"You guys, you always have your own reasons, for all kinds of reasons, all kinds of interests, all kinds of ideals. , I have the qualifications to be able to control the fate of others without any burden, and I am proud of it, with a selfless look on my face, you, you make me sick, sick..."

Yannick frowned:

At this moment, Lausanne II's eyes were blurred and he was in a daze. He was holding the sword with his left hand, pointing at Li's head.

And Li still closed his eyes tightly, indulging in dreams, and suddenly didn't know: "No, it shouldn't be me, it shouldn't be me, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, forgive me, forgive me..."

Yannik was about to step forward, but when he saw Li's appearance, he couldn't help turning his eyes, and took back his steps.

Why would he stop it?

Lausanne II's eyes were out of focus, his face full of desolation:

"But in fact, you guys are not shit."

Shit is not!

Just another **** in this sad chess game.

"You are all part of the destiny of this world, and you should all end with it!"

I saw Lausanne II grit his teeth fiercely, and cut out his long sword!

Yannick behind him quietly raised the corners of his mouth.

Hey!

The blade cuts into the flesh.

In the next second, Lausanne II only felt that the light in front of his eyes was shining brightly, which was so dazzling that he instinctively turned his head and closed his eyes!

Yannik, who was watching from the sidelines, was equally startled, and stepped back while reaching out to block the light.

What's wrong?

But Lausanne II, who had his eyes closed, felt a burning pain in his left hand, and the long sword immediately dropped from his hand!

"Ahhh——"

He groaned in pain, only feeling an indescribable scorching wave coming from ahead, which made him want to hug his head and hide.

Under the heat wave, Lausanne II, who was already weak, fell to the ground, but his mind recovered for a moment, and the killer opened his eyes with difficulty.

He froze immediately.

It is flame.

At some point, Li disappeared, replaced by a figure covered in flames.

The raging flames spread over the opponent's limbs, body, and head, sending out waves of terrifying heat waves that were hard to resist!

Pyro steps forward.

A heat wave ensued.

All the earth and stone it stepped on were melted, hot and black, emitting ominous smoke.

The surrounding streets are illuminated like daytime.

In the field of vision, even the air is twisting and twisting.

The dazed Lausanne II was shocked, and the voice from the depths of his blood immediately yelled at him crazily:

[No! No! No! escape! escape! escape! Run away, run away!

! 】

Just as Lausanne II opened his mouth and wanted to crawl backwards, he felt dark in front of his eyes.

Every tissue in his body shrank the moment he touched the high temperature, stiff and hard to move.

The burning pain is endless.

Cannot move.

You can't die.

All the fighting moves and skills that this body was familiar with were suppressed by the instinctive fear at that moment, and disappeared.

No.

Lausanne II trembled, and it was only at this moment that he was really full of despair.

No.

Yannik, who retreated into the distance, was equally astonished. He stared blankly at the terrifying "Fire Man" walking slowly forward on the street, scorching everything around him.

What makes him more uncomfortable is not this scene, but his discovery:

My body was shaking uncontrollably.

In his body, every organ and every piece of flesh and blood that belonged to the blood race was frantically urging him, forcing him to turn around and run away.

Fire.

That's fire.

It's fire!

All blood races in this world, except the sun...

Second day enemy.

The next second, the dazzling fire light on "Fire Man" dimmed and then went out.

The surrounding scene became clear again.

Yannick's eyes widened:

After the flames were extinguished, what was left in the remnant was a humanoid monster wearing simple metal armor with glowing flesh and blood.

It strangled Lausanne II's neck with one hand and easily lifted him up.

The blood killer trembled, unable to resist.

"See it."

The monster has made a sound, its voice is hoarse and ugly, like a crack:

"This is what I really am, what I was before I got immortality."

The monster twisted its neck, revealing the red skin that healed from burns at first glance, the bumpy head and face had no hair, layers of tissues, distorted facial features, and no human shape.

Abominable appearance.

Ugly and hateful.

Like a demon.

The monster—the former Earl Li let out an ugly laugh:

"I was also a chess piece, and I was honed on the chessboard of fate. I have gone through muddles, doubted myself, struggled all the way, and I have just come to the present step by step."

That was the blessing and curse left for him when he was still a human being.

Haunting for eternity.

There is no escape.

Inextricable.

"Little boy," said Li, who was burnt beyond recognition, still had scattered exhaust and sparks on his body, but he didn't care, "Your grievances are far away."

The strangled Lausanne II felt the burning sensation in his neck almost suffocating him. He wanted to stretch out his hands to resist, but his whole body started from the skin, and as long as he got a little closer to Li, who was still warm, he would stiffen in pain. Loss of control, except by retreating backwards.

Not only that, every bit of smoke wafted from the opponent's body, the road he walked on, and even in the air, every smoke that was blown up, every spark that was blown up, would make him tremble violently, filled with fear.

Until Li disdainfully snorted, he threw him shivering into a ball to the ground.

It's like throwing a rag.

Escaping from the scorching hell, Lausanne II was trembling, and was finally able to move.

But after returning to his senses, the shame he felt was greater than the pain.

"For, why..."

Lausanne II raised his head in disbelief.

"Fire, fire," he endured the horror in his heart, trying to understand everything that was unreasonable in front of him: "But how could it be..."

Aren't flames the nemesis of longevity species and all evil things?

In history, isn't the way people identify and deal with vampires by burning them to death?

But this old vampire...

Why, why can he...

This is fundamentally contrary to common sense!

"Although I have heard of it, it is the first time I have seen it. It is really amazing."

The voice is Yannick.

Looking at the flames left behind by the other party, the head of the Houllier family subconsciously raised his arms to protect his body, and approached cautiously, shrinking from time to time, as if hiding from the splashing sparks.

"In history, there are blood races who can control fire, but there are blood races who can not fear flames, be clothed by fire, and even be reborn from the ashes..."

He looked at the Earl of the Kingdom of the Night with complicated emotions:

"Only one."

Li did not speak, nor did he look back.

"The end of the terrifying four wings under Yejun, or the base of the four wings."

Yannick is nervous and afraid:

"Logistics officer - this is just a good name, to be precise, the execution officer - 'Red Wing' Li Corleone."

Blood race.

Fearless fire.

Clothed by fire.

Rebirth from the ashes?

Lausanne II's eyes widened, his expression was like hearing someone say to him:

Sheep eat wolves ~IndoMTL.com~ Worms eat birds for a living.

Pikas hunt falcons.

"According to my mother, he was a blacksmith during his lifetime."

Blacksmith?

Lausanne II still can't explain his doubts.

But...

"But not an ordinary blacksmith."

Under Lausanne II's shocking eyes, the blood councilor stared at the expressionless "Red Wing" with a dignified tone:

"Legend, he is the first legendary anti-magic weapon in the battle of the end - the Rising Sun Saber..."

Yannick narrowed his eyes:

"The caster."