Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 25: Game in the Dark (Part 1)

Thyls kneaded his forehead painfully. (Look at the mobile version again)

He just felt that he was caught up in an unreasonable mess in a moment of his clear trip to the North.

The embarrassing thing is that it is the "owner" of the star that brought him to this point.

He really doesn't know how to react.

Are you yelling "You guys are really bad" to Secret Branch?

"As mentioned above," Raphael's voice steadily heard: "We have scheduled the candidate, and successfully activated the Blood Disaster, and it also found Ramon according to the plan."

Thyls frowned.

Predetermined candidates.

Did Heijian know that he was a **** himself?

"But the Disaster of Blood behaved strangely: it released its power without regard to the consequences. We had pre-evaluated the strength of it and that person—it didn’t have to be that way."

"That's weird," Morat's hoarse voice came from the disgusting black hole in Raphael's hand, and he sounded a little moved: "That murderer has always been very shrewd... What makes it risky at all?"

Listening to these words, Xiao Slick glanced at Thales curiously, but the latter frowned and stared back.

Damn it.

Thyls swears that he has tried his best to restrain his movements and expressions so that he will not be exposed in front of everyone.

Me.

He secretly said in his heart: The reason why Giza Trelman was gaffe...

It's me.

And Ashida.

So bad...

Thyls felt his heart beating faster and faster, maintaining his stiff expression without saying a word.

"Maybe that person's strength has exceeded our expectations, enough to match the disaster head-on," Raphael whispered: "You know, he grows very fast."

Tyles' heart sank: The cold figure with a sword in one hand appeared before his eyes.

Finally, after a few seconds of silence, the Black Prophet spoke.

"This matter is postponed for the time being," the Black Prophet said in a slow but thoughtful tone: "I have a hunch, the truth is more than that, and it must be very interesting-the blood disaster, hehe." /

Hearing this, Thales took a deep breath while trying to disguise.

Their tone is really like...

As if the magician is a chess piece that is kneaded at will.

Thyls' mind came up with the scene of Ashida sitting in the chess room quietly moving chess pieces that night on Red Square Street.

The magician of Qi, and the magician of blood...

Sometimes crazy and sometimes wise, they possess almost instantaneous power.

The countless lives in the shield zone, just like this... Thales thought of the flesh and blood monsters of Giza and the strange air currents of Ashida.

Some people actually treat them as—pawns?

And—Tyles couldn't help lowering his head and glanced at the palm of his hand.

There is a wound he cut out with a dagger. It has closed and is scarring.

"What do you mean?" Cohen touched his head and blinked bewilderedly: "Why is the magician's release of power to commit a risk?"

"Don't ask," Raphael hid his expression in the darkness where the light could not be illuminated, and said indifferently: "How to deal with disasters, this is the matter of Secret Science."

"Oh, come on," Cohen frowned and said uncomfortably: "In the past few hundred years, someone in our family has also worked in the secret department. The secret department at that time was..."

"Master Karabyan!" Raphael suddenly said, interrupting the guard.

"Because of this, because of your family's connection with the secret department," Raphael took a deep look at Cohen, his red eyes flashed in the dark, forcing the second half of the police officer's sentence back. : "You should keep a distance from the secret department."

"This is advice."

The black hole in his hand trembled slightly.

Cohen was stunned for a moment, and his speech was immediately lost.

Miranda looked at Raphael thoughtfully.

"Then what?" For fear that they were entangled in this topic for too long, Thales quickly interrupted: "What is the unexpected consequence?"

The windy Wiya glanced at the crack of the door by the door, turned his head and made a reassuring gesture to Rolf.

Raphael sighed: "Under the madness of the disaster, not only the shield area was destroyed, but the Blade Guards who went to stop it were also devastated, so that King Nunn commanded the available army of Dragon City The clearance is too thorough, even the defense around me is insufficient."

"King Nunn died too fast, and the black sand collar won too easily," the young man from Secret Branch continued just now: "Up to now, the entire Dragon City is in chaos, and we have lost control of the situation."

"Isn't this your plan?" Cohen, who had just suffered a lot of trouble, said with disgust, "paralyzed the defense mechanism around King Nunn VII."

"This is indeed our purpose to seduce disasters," Raphael said calmly: "But the process shouldn't be like this."

Miranda raised an eyebrow: "Process?"

Raphael nodded: "In the original plan, from the start to the end, the power of both Dragon City and the Black Sands should be balanced. King Nunn and Chaman Rumba should stand in balance. Both ends of the balance."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"What do you mean?" The prince raised his head, and doubts crawled into his mind: "Your original intention was to help Rumba kill King Nunn?"

Raphael gave Thales a deep look with a solemn expression.

The black hole in his arm squirmed slightly, and the sharp teeth around him rubbed twice as if they were alive.

Miranda couldn't help frowning.

"Of course not—not all," Raphael said solemnly: "As just said, the goal of Dragon Blood is not revenge, not killing, but chaos—exter’s overwhelming self-care. "

"Mi Ke cooperates with Rumba, but it is not to help him; Mi Ke plans to assassinate King Nunn, but he does not have to die."

At that moment, there seemed to be a spark flashing in Thales's mind.

"But Nunn fell prematurely," he murmured, replaying the scene of King Nunn's head falling in his head over and over again: "So, it's too easy for the black sand collar to win, isn't it."

He figured it out.

Raphael looked at Thales with solemn eyes, and nodded slowly after a few seconds.

"You mean," Miranda's eyes moved when everyone else looked suspicious, and she subconsciously asked, "Should Rumba and Nunn decide the winner so early?"

"Damn it, can you say something that I understand in lingua franca," Cohen punched his right shoulder fiercely. "You just said that the accident happened to Calamity and Rumba? The one that was not accidental. What is the plan?"

Raphael stared at the same period in the past, thinking of Cohen roaring and swinging his sword in the tower.

It seems that this guy has also improved.

I don’t know if it is the Western Front, the Vigilance Department, or both.

Raphael sighed and said:

"If Exter is a vicious pack of wolves, what we have to do last night is to let one of the wolves challenge the wolf king, and let the others in the pack clearly see the two fighting to death. Process."

"In order to achieve this goal, we have to make the two wolves fight fiercely, long enough, and evenly matched, instead of creating a new wolf king."

Morat at the other end of the black hole made no sound, but waited quietly for his students.

Raphael's pupils wince, and at this moment, Thales also raised his head and looked into the eyes of the person from the secret department.

"According to our plan, in the duel between Nunn and Rumba, once the balance of both sides tilts to one side, we will properly support the other," Raphael nodded slightly to the second prince: "Make sure this The battle will not end too soon."

"For example, once Rumba’s conspiracy is discovered in advance~IndoMTL.com~, we will provide convenience and intelligence for his next move, and vice versa. If King Nunn is at a disadvantage in this coup, we will We must help him by special means-adapt to the circumstances, until the two sides who kill the red eye will decide the winner."

Cohen sighed and said with a terrible headache: "After all that...Walton and Rumba, Dragon Spear and Iron Fist, who do you want to win?"

Raphael looked at the police officer with sharp eyes and solemn expression, which shocked Cohen.

"It doesn't matter who wins."

"The important thing is that in the death match between the two, as the third party's secret department, holding small weights that are not noticeable but can affect the balance of the balance, until the last drop of blood is drained by the two sides, and finally we achieve what we want "The desired result," Raphael said earnestly: "According to the situation of the struggle, Secret Science will decide who is the survivor of this death fight, and deciding whose victory is more in the interest of the stars."

"Decision?" Thales's face moved: "Who will decide?"

Raphael turned his head towards him, with firm eyes in a pair of red eyes:

"Me."