Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 39: The Fury of the Kingdom

An Exeter's light infantry clasped the mace in his hand, with a steady breath, rhythmically tapped the thick wooden shield in his left hand, closely following the footsteps of his teammates in front.

As one of more than a dozen combat captains under Li Rok's brigade, he was in his early thirties, and this was not his first time on the battlefield.

Men in the North, whether they are farmers, hunters, craftsmen, or woodcutters, are born to fight with swords—sometimes even women.

It’s so delightful and glorious to splatter your blood on the battlefield and fight the most powerful enemy. The survivors drink the wine of victory.

Every time he swings the mace and feels the sound of bone cracking in the enemy's body, it makes him more excited and excited.

For example, now, this thirty-year-old combat captain screamed happily, stepped forward to follow his companions, and slammed the mace into the head of an unprepared star man.

He yelled and pulled out the mace, and blood sprayed on his face.

The next moment, the combat captain rushed to the newly made star man in front without hesitation.

But they—this group of stars are really hard-hearted, he thought so, swinging his shield and knocking his opponent crooked.

With this level of casualties, after changing to a general army, the morale would have collapsed long ago, and they would have dispersed and fled.

Unless they are elite.

Unless they have a competent commander who is equally tough.

The combat captain quickly and ably drew away a dangerous stab from his opponent, and the blade passed his right forehead.

"Hey, you are a veteran."

The combat captain laughed loudly and knocked the enemy back with a hammer.

"Chuck—Boom—Chuck!"

A sound of horseshoes and collisions, as well as the sound of the sword cutting off the armor, came from the side.

A strong and fierce male voice came from the war horse: "...Let's go find Rumba!"

The star people who had formed a defensive enthusiasm rallied, shouted, took a step forward, followed the knight on the war horse, and rushed back towards the Exter.

The combat captain's expression moved: They are about to break through.

Just, why is it facing north?

Although the encirclement on the north side is indeed weaker than the side of Broken Dragon Fortress... However, even if it breaks through, it will face the Grand Duke’s barracks and other more elite troops, right?

And... the knight who broke out of the battle?

It was a murderous man, wielding a big sword vigorously, a head was brought up in the flash of the sword light, and the flesh and blood was scattered, and the horse under the crotch drove the two.

There is a child tied behind his back, a big silver-black bow...

Wait!

The pupils of the combat captain shrank.

That's... the bow?

Next second.

"He!"

"It's him!"

Exter’s infantry combat captain yelled frantically, as if he had found the richest spoils, no matter the panting star veteran in front of him.

He gritted his teeth excitedly and rushed towards the horse without hesitation.

The combat captain yelled frantically:

"The Fury of the Kingdom!"

Many Exeters were shocked and turned to the man on the horse.

The combat captain raised his shield over his head, defending the man's great sword, and the mace in his hand hurled toward the horse's belly.

But the big sword didn't slash as expected, and then it was opened by his shield.

Instead, he shuddered in the man's hand, pierced and pumped downward.

The combat captain only felt a chill on his right collarbone, and the pain came.

The war horse flicked his side, his knees softened, blood pouring from his shoulders.

But he still struggled to send out the weapon in his hand.

The mace slashed through the horse's belly and opened another wound on the already scarred war horse.

The war horse wailed and fell in front of him with the man.

Hey, at least... I stopped the mount of Kingdom Wrath.

The combat captain thought hard.

The shield was removed, and the combat captain was clutching the bleeding wound on his shoulder, feeling the pain deep in his lungs, and tried his best to lift the mace, trying to hit the man who got up from the ground and the boy behind him.

Then, my final blow...killed Kingdom Fury...he thought.

But the idea just came when a petite figure in a cloak came from behind, and the scimitar rushed, cutting off his right hand holding the mace.

"Ah!"

The combat captain wailed unwillingly.

The next second, Gernard, who came from behind, cut off his head with a sword.

"Yes," Jenard gasped and said to the corpse: "I'm a veteran."

The soldiers of the Fury Guard rushed forward one by one, giving up their lives, pushing away the enemies that were blocking the road, and fighting to get to Arak Mu's side.

Putila and the others were just able to keep up with Araka.

The battlefield became chaotic because of the breakout of the stars.

"Kingdom's Fury! He is here!" Many Exeter soldiers shouted excitedly, and the news spread quickly on the battlefield.

Front, side, and rear, countless Exeters, like sharks smelling blood, roared towards here.

"Really?" Huaiya behind was dissatisfied: "He is like a target! He is still carrying His Highness!"

"Don't doubt your commander!" Putila also fell from his horse, and he hurriedly marched in the triangle formation used by the soldiers assault: "At least believe in the prestige of Kingdom Wrath—His Royal Highness is beside him. It’s the safest!"

Thyls lay nervously on Araka’s back, resisting the dizziness he had just fallen from the horse: "What should I do now?"

Araka coldly held the sword in both hands and split the light armor of an enemy on the left, leaving the opponent to lie on the ground and howl.

He looked at the Iron Fist banner that he couldn't get close to, and looked at the countless enemies surging around in the fan-shaped area ahead, and said coldly: "The mount can only take us here."

"Strike the formation!" Araka yelled and shook his whole body. Thales, who was close to him, clearly felt that Araka's heart beats faster, his body began to heat up, his muscles swelled, and the rhythm was regular. The ground trembled.

It was like a predatory beast ready to hunt.

He immediately realized...This is Araka's final power-in his vision, Araka is like a turbulent volcano, with dull and terrifying explosions constantly emanating from within.

Araka gritted his teeth, held the sword in his right hand, and the holster on the spine of the sword in his left hand, dragging the weapon behind him, and rushing towards the multiple enemies in front of him.

The only remaining soldiers of the Fury Guard generally reflexively followed his sides, followed their commander, and ran towards the opponent without hesitation.

Araka is at the forefront, like the tip of a wedge.

The five weapons in the front row whizzed at him at the same time, three came toward the head and chest, and two attacked left and right.

The next moment, Araka burst into an angry roar from his throat, kicked his hind legs on the ground, lowered his body, and rushed into the double-team range of the weapon!

Tyles, who was tied tightly, shrank his head as much as possible and pressed against Araka's shoulders. For that matter, he still felt at least three weapon blades rushing over his head.

Araka yelled violently, and the blood vessels in both arms opened, delivering the force of an explosion, the huge two-handed sword fiercely drawn out, bringing out a **** arc in the air!

"Puff..."

Three weapons, with three small arms, broke away from the master's control, and fell feebly from mid-air.

Blood splashed on Thales' forehead, making him gritted his teeth and frowned.

Does it always go so bloody?

Arakali ignored the weapons coming from the left and right, and snarled into the arms of the infantryman who was holding his right hand in front of him, and knocked him down with a fierce elbow.

The anger guards on both sides were only one position slower than Araka, and also roared forward, stopping the enemy before the two blades that Araka had missed attacked his left and right critical points.

The guard soldier on the left successfully pierced the opponent's lower abdomen with a sword and pushed away the opponent who was screaming in pain, ignoring the result, and continued to follow Araka to the second row of enemies.

The guard soldier on the right was unfortunately chopped into the shoulder blade, but he still rushed forward and threw the enemy to the ground. Another soldier stepped over the two scuffled on the ground without looking at it, making up the cone. The shock formation, forward again.

For more than a second, as the forefront of the formation, the fierce Araka stepped forward and broke through the first row of enemies.

He continues to push forward without reducing his speed.

But within his close range, oncoming is a team of five experienced veterans, three of them holding shields and knives, two holding axes, and staring at Araka vigilantly.

"Kingdom's Fury," the person in the middle said solemnly: "You can't get through... uh!"

Before he finished speaking, Araka slammed his sword out fiercely, thrusting straight into his shield, and under the terrible strength and impact, the blade protruded from the other side and sank into the enemy's chest.

But the sword edge got stuck in the shield and breastbone.

The enemy hummed painfully, still struggling to secure Araka's great sword, trying to get the three people around him to take his life before he died.

An axe blade came first!

Araka didn't hesitate at all, his face frantically threw out his left fist, and with terrifying force, he hit the center of the sword with terrible force!

With a loud sound, the sword broke!

Araka roared forward, kicked the second shield-wielding veteran, then swiped his left wrist, rubbed the side of the axe blade, and pushed the axe blade away from his head.

Under the shocked eyes of the enemy, the axe slid across Araka's left forearm, taking away a piece of flesh.

The broken blade in Araka's hand pierced his neck before the axe holder could react.

The last two enemies roared and attacked Araka, but the latter didn't look at them, but just continued to charge forward!

Same as before, the anger guards on both sides who were one position behind gave up their lives to take away the threat of the remaining two for the kingdom's fury. This time, the people on both sides were unlucky, and both lost their lives, but later The soldiers of the guards still fought recklessly, maintaining the integrity of the formation and the safety of Araka's side.

Thyls suddenly understood something.

They, the sword and shield soldiers of the Fury Guard, are using their lives to cover the flanks of Araka, allowing the latter to break through the front and center enemies undisturbed, and to maximize his unstoppable horror impact.

In two seconds or so, Araka broke through the second row.

The next batch of enemies once again ushered in front of him.

The current two enemies are holding spears with the tip of the spear pointed firmly at Araka's heart. They are determined that no matter how forward Araka is, they will rely on the movement of the tip of the spear to drive him back.

The other three covered their sides tightly.

But Araka did not give them this opportunity.

Just listen to him shouting, the end force of the explosive wave surges to his right arm, like a volcanic eruption, violently throwing the extremely broken blade in his hand!

The whistle of death lasted for a few tenths of a second, and the blade of the flesh and blood was piercing the face of the first spearman.

He shuddered suddenly, and pointed at Araka's spear, which fell feebly.

"No! Brother!" The other spearman beside him screamed bitterly.

Araka's face is grim, he leaned on the front of the falling spear with both hands, took advantage of the flow, and then pushed out the spear fiercely!

The power of the end exploded again with the stabbed spear, another screaming spearman, was hit by the force of a siege hammer firmly in his chest, and fell to the ground in a groan, hiss suddenly Stop.

The spear was retrieved again in Araka's hand, and then used as a stick by the latter, swiping at the bottom plate of the remaining three people in the middle of the giant swing!

Araka turned his spear without changing his face, stabbed one of the three people who fell to the ground to death, and then continued forward without looking back.

The guards on both sides followed up again, taking care of the remaining two.

"How long can you sustain such an impact?" Thales looked at the densely packed enemies in front of him, looked at the iron fist banner in the distance, calculated the time and distance in his heart, and asked in Araka's ear.

"Long enough." Araka said in a deep voice, rushing to an enemy holding a sword: "As long as my guard is still there."

In five seconds, Araka broke through the third row.

In Thales's stunned eyes, Araka steadily threw his spear and stabbed the person facing him in the thigh.

The unarmed Kingdom Fury rushed forward, flashing a sword strike, but it also left a wound on his right arm.

The soldiers of the guard surged forward again, using bravery and sacrifice to solve the enemies on both sides for him.

In the frantic roar, an axe blade broke the wind, and Kingdom Fury rushed forward two steps without looking at it, grabbed the thrown spear shaft, and dragged down the enemy holding his thigh and gritted his teeth. At the same time, he turned around quickly and blocked the axe blade with the spear.

"Pop!" The spear shaft broke, Araka seemed to have expected it, holding the broken spear shaft, a spin, and the broken spear slammed on the bridge of the axe's nose!

The axe holder snorted at the moment when he closed his eyes, and Kingdom Fury shook off the spear shaft, accurately grasped the axe handle between the axe holder's hands, and drew him toward him. Then Araka hit the opponent's injured nose with a chilling violent head, and snatched his axe when the opponent stunned to the ground.

Araka passed him, and the enemy panting with his thigh pierced by the spear, continued his assault.

In eight seconds, Araka broke through the fourth row of enemies, and one guard died.

Eleven seconds, Araka used an axe to cut the heads of the two men, breaking through the fifth row, and two guards died.

Sixteen seconds, this time two chain-armored infantry, who were obviously officers, came. Araka cut back a shield soldier with an axe. It took some time to finally grab a dagger and stabbed two officers. Unprotected eyes and throat broke through the sixth row.

Nineteen seconds, Araka easily pierced one's accustomed hand with a flying sword, then used the enemy as a shield, jammed the two axe blades, twisted their necks, and slashed the fourth with one of them's axe. The seventh row broke through his chest, and one guard died.

Thyls stared at all this in amazement, at the bare-handed Araka, using brave and violent aura and instinctive fighting skills to **** the enemy's weapons and break through countless opponents' interceptions.

Could this be... "Knights do not die with bare hands" as the second disease in the previous life said?

Under the impact of Kingdom Wrath, Exeter's light infantry line was like a thin piece of paper, quickly penetrated by him at a training speed.

"Damn it, isn't he tired?" Wiya, panting behind him, cut through the throats of the howling enemy on the ground with a sword, and looked at Araka's shock in astonishment: "We trot all the way without stopping at all. !"

"Did you hear his nickname for the first time?" Putila snorted softly.

Ada on one side just pursed her mouth: This guy's movements in the face of multiple enemies and multiple blows are smoother than five years ago.

In a few minutes, they had already broken through more than twenty rows of enemies.

But the Fury Guards on both sides continued to sacrifice.

Thyls realized with concern: Araka's teeth were clenching tighter and tighter.

His breathing is getting more and more urgent.

His physical strength...how long can he last?

Araka's face was cold, he drove the mace in his hand into the face of its original owner, pushed away the screaming enemy, roared and rushed towards the next person.

That was an officer with complete armor and a scary double-sided axe in his hand.

He is calling for something.

It seems to be a commander-Thales frowned and thought.

The Fury of the Kingdom is a legend.

The soldiers of Exeter have all heard of his name—and the legends about his battlefield.

The anger of the entire star lay inside that terrible man.

No one can stop his shock.

At least, as the commander of the Lirok Light Infantry Brigade, Mamen Lirok heard about it like this~IndoMTL.com~ until he witnessed this with his own eyes.

Li Luoke--this six-and-a-half-foot-tall man from the North frowned deeply. While watching his brigade being penetrated by the opponent like no one, he rubbed his two sides The axe, licked his teeth, eagerly looked at Araka ahead.

With Li Rok's super-level strength, he could have been a battle captain of a heavy armored swordsman, but those **** heavy armors are too expensive, and... he prefers to be a commander.

Many warriors who kill red eyes lose their minds, leaving only madness, negligence of defense, and little resourcefulness.

But he won't. Li Rok knows that the truth on the battlefield is not killing, but surviving.

Li Luoke took a deep breath of cold air. He looked at Araka who had broken through, looked at Thales behind him, and looked at the guard soldiers on either side of him, with a chuckle.

I have found your weakness.

The Fury of the Kingdom.