Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 61: Unexpectedly

This is the second corridor from the lounge to the Hall of Heroes. It is very narrow but very transparent.

From the blade guard to the king's officialdom, his decades of career have made him very familiar with this palace.

However, for Byrne Melk, from the time King Nunn roared and exiled him, from the time he hugged his daughter's body, and left the Hall of Heroes in a daze, the once-familiar Palace of the Spirits changed. It became a painful place that he could hardly face in his life.

As an unforgivable and irreparable sinner, returning to the Palace of Valor is like a long dream for him, out of reach.

So when Mike stood here again a few hours later, he just felt that everything was like a dream.

But what does it matter?

Milk clasped the hilt of the knife around his waist and told himself that part of his heart had died twelve years ago, and another part of it has died today twelve years later.

And what he is doing now is nothing more than habit and instinct—that's how he convinced himself when he received the order to summon Nicolai.

Although I have made preparations a long time ago, I ask myself that he can accept whatever the situation is...

But when the enemy's figure actually appeared from the shadows, Mike still couldn't help but shake his whole body.

It wasn't until this second that Mike knew that his heart hadn't completely died, but the last part was still alive.

It just seems that this part is going to die too.

Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar enemy ahead, Mike sighed.

There was a vague fighting sound in my ears.

Melke knew that in other parts of the court, their scattered hands had already encountered the enemy.

Sure enough, as the deputy envoy of the stars had expected--Melke secretly sighed in his heart: the enemy will not go to war, but can send an elite team to intercept their invaders in every corner of the palace without seeking annihilation. The enemy aims to stop.

Exhaust their energy, trap their hands, and curtail their actions.

So...

Milk raised his head and looked at the silent figure ahead.

The former official smiled wryly.

I hope that Star Man’s plan will work.

Melke takes a step forward.

"You know," Mike rubbed his dry lips, his voice filled with pain and sadness. "When the Blade Guard passed the word that Chaman Rumba of the Black Sands was rebelling, I kept persuading myself: this It should have nothing to do with you."

"You will not participate..."

"It can't be you..."

Melke looked sadly at the motionless enemy in front of him, and even a trace of begging in his incredible eyes: "Why..."

On the other side of the corridor, the silent enemy slowly raised his steps and walked towards him, but did not answer.

It seems that Byrne Mike is just a stranger.

At that moment, Mike's expression became more painful.

When they were only a few steps away, the enemy raised his eyes and stared at him coldly.

Milk just looked back at him quietly, as if he was expecting something and hesitating.

Finally, the enemy spoke slowly.

"So, you have become an official of the king," the enemy's words seemed to contain sarcasm and sarcasm, and there was also a bit of unnoticeable hatred and disgust: "Congratulations, from a civilian to a blade guard, Promoted to the king's court..."

"Lord Byrne Melk."

"How glorious, how dazzling."

Melke shook as if struck by lightning.

He lowered his head and gently closed his eyes.

The sound of fighting from elsewhere came again in my ear, which became more intense.

"I once sent someone to find you in the black sand collar," Mike's voice was full of complex emotions, and his tone trembled: "They all said back then, you don't want to come back..."

The enemy sneered: "But I'm back."

"Take my sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, the enemy's weapon came out without warning!

"Qiang!"

The blade pierced through the air, the chill was pressing, and it collided with another blade in the air!

"Clang!"

The harsh metal sound echoed in their ears.

Lord Mike holds his war knife horizontally, pressing the hilt and the back of the knife, blocking the enemy's hands from the bottom up, and his face is painful: "Yes, you are back."

"Huh!"

The enemy's weapon was taken away in an instant, and he was about to retreat, but at the moment when Mike tried to slash in the opposite direction, a sword struck his wrist!

Melke's heart was shocked.

Years of instinct will allow him to turn his wrist in time and step back!

With an unpleasant, harsh metal rubbing sound, his hilt guard blocked the blade, and Mike was able to avoid the bad luck of losing his wrist.

"You have also become different," Mike glanced solemnly at the almost unsafe swordsman, then looked at the murderous enemy in front of him, his eyes were complicated and subtle: "It is indeed the Tower of End ."

"You are not bad either," the enemy flicked his sword, and his eyebrows were cold. "It is not common to interrupt my moves."

Melke frowned, his heart becoming more bitter.

This is...

Your own destiny?

As His Majesty said, the mistakes made for him, eternal atonement?

"Just you? What about the others?" the enemy asked coldly.

Melke sighed slightly and shook his head:

"They are where they should be."

The enemy didn't answer, just snorted, and immediately stepped forward and attacked again!

Milk gritted his teeth and relied on his combat experience and instinct to advance instead of retreating.

"Clang!" The sword matched.

This time, before the opponent changed his move again, Mike hit the opponent's blade, interrupting the opponent's continuous moves and attacking rhythm.

Amidst the enemy’s suspicion, Mike kept under his feet, pushing the blade forward with the enemy, while asking painfully: "Why?"

"Why are you..."

The enemy could not help retreating under the unprepared impact of Mike, but when he retreated to the sixth step, he stepped on the ground calmly.

The power of the end surged in the body, and the enemy held the sword in both hands, and instantly slid past the center of gravity on Mike's blade!

Clang!

The blade buckled the knife grid severely, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.

"For more than ten years..."

"You have only come to ask me why until now." At that moment, the enemy gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Byrne Meyer in front of him, his expression full of anger and disdain: "Isn't it too late?"

The former official's opponent, the female terminator swordsman, Kroaishi Melk pressed the hilt tightly with both hands, his eyes were red, and he bit out the strange and subtle vocabulary from his mouth:

"Father!"

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At the same time, Raphael, who was around the armory, heard the faint sound of fighting from around him-in this rough palace, the sound spread quickly.

But he has no intention of stopping to think about countermeasures, or rushing to the fighting area to help.

Because at this moment Raphael only felt a deep chill and fear.

No matter how Raphael suppresses, his arms are still trembling, and there is even a weird noise under his skin.

Like animals that feel dangerous.

Raphael squinted his eyes and stared at the corner ahead: He heard the sound of footsteps gradually coming.

His arms trembled more and more fiercely, and the temperature of the flesh and blood under his skin rose, and the activity rapidly increased, like a volcano surging back and forth.

Since reshaping his arm in endless pain and torture, Raphael has hardly encountered such a situation.

Oh, only once.

Raphael's eyes moved, and he remembered a scene two years ago.

At that time, he respectfully stood behind the black prophet, waiting for his majesty's call.

A short and murderous man walked out of His Majesty's audience room and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally as he passed by Raphael.

At that time, his arms began to tremble for the first time.

After that, Raphael learned who the man with a vicious look was.

Araka Mu.

From then on, Raphael knew it was the instinct of the arm, urging him to escape.

Escape from the unstoppable danger even if they both work together.

But he can't go.

Raphael frowned.

Putilla's strategy is very simple.

They have one advantage over the enemy, and the only advantage: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know their purpose.

So...

Keep this advantage until they succeed.

Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath in a complicated mood and looked at the corner ahead.

His arm trembling has reached the extreme, so that it is starting to get out of control, Raphael even had to urge the power of termination to suppress the increasingly violent arm.

Finally, the enemy came out from the corner.

Raphael's eyes narrowed.

He recognized the visitor—his portrait has been pasted in the top twenty people on the wall of the important person in the secret "Exter Intelligence Room".

Raphael sighed.

It seems that I am the most unlucky one.

And...

Raphael looked at the weapon in the opponent's hand, frowning more tightly.

Unstoppable powerful lethality.

The will and reaction are both top-notch.

Proficient in the use of most weapons.

A rare battlefield judgment.

And the most terrifying... almost unparalleled experience.

This kind of opponent...

The enemy stopped, his tall body extremely oppressive.

"Strange," the visitor looked at him, speaking in a lingua franca with a strong Northland accent: "In this case, you still dare to spread your forces."

"Are you hiding something?"

Raphael was startled slightly.

He immediately spread his hands.

That being the case.

No way.

"Yes, we are planning..." Raphael smiled lightly and shrugged:

"Guess?"

The enemy paused briefly, and it seemed that he was not used to Raphael's attitude.

The enemy groaned and said: "I suggest you..."

But before he finished speaking, Raphael unexpectedly turned around, turned his back to him, and rushed behind him!

The sound of footsteps is loud.

This...

The enemy was just slightly stunned, but the fighting instinct immediately prevailed.

He grabbed his weapon and stepped on heavy but not clumsy steps, chasing after Raphael who was trying to escape!

Raphael was surprised at the sound of footsteps behind him.

This speed will be caught up...

But before he had time to think completely, a chill came from the back of his head!

Huh.

The wind is raging.

Raphael tilts his head instinctively.

A black sharp blade passed by his left ear!

The moment the Secret Science young man turned his head, his enemy nodded approvingly.

Good crisis response.

Is a potential...

But the moment the enemy hadn't reacted, Raphael, who was hiding in a panic, suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The young man’s legs hit the ground, his right hand hit the enemy’s long weapon, turned around and faced the enemy!

The enemy who was still rushing saw Raphael's eyes clearly: that was a murderous look.

The enemy instantly understood: He is the prey being targeted.

I underestimated him.

I thought it was just a young man with good potential.

But...

The enemy thought silently: I haven't been on the battlefield for so long that I made the most deadly mistake-arrogance.

But he has no time to reflect on himself.

Next moment.

Raphael's expression became extremely terrifying, as if suffering from pain and madness.

His right arm erupted with a harsh and scary rustling sound, and under the torn sleeves, the bare skin began to swell, emitting endless red light along the blood vessels!

Like the color of lava.

Raphael's right hand clasped the enemy's weapon, followed the enemy's momentum, and suddenly pulled!

The enemy holds his weapon with both hands, ready to wrestle with the opponent.

But as soon as the enemy used his force, his face suddenly changed.

No, this strength...

It can never be a normal person...

With a sharp rubbing sound, the enemy could not hold the weapon, and was taken away by Raphael's weird right hand abruptly and empty-handed!

In the brief consternation that the enemy lost his balance and fell to Raphael, the latter stepped coldly on the ground and rushed towards the opponent.

The same rustling noise from his left hand.

Like thousands of small insects continuously biting.

In the next second, Raphael calmly crossed his elbow with his left hand, and the power of termination exploded, hitting the enemy's chest!

The enemy knew it was bad, but couldn't avoid it for a while, so he could only hold the opponent's dangerous elbow with his palms in his hands.

"Boom!"

Heavy muffled noise.

Raphael roared with the enemy's falling direction and his own strength, and the continuous strength on his arm increased like a wave!

"Boom!"

The enemy met this elbow head-on, and was blasted to the ground abruptly.

The enemy felt the numbness and pain from the arm to the back, and exclaimed: This kind of ending power is...

But it's not over yet.

I saw Raphael's right hand turning around in the air.

The enemy's long weapon has been turned upside down by him, and the sharp blade is aimed at the enemy on the ground!

The enemy's eyes condensed, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Oops.

His arm is still numb.

No way to resist and react.

And that weapon...

It's terrible.

Are these young people so scary?

The enemy lost his thoughts.

At that moment, Raphael looked at the enemy on the ground with extremely cold eyes.

Stab the sharp blade!

At the very moment, the enemy mobilized his legs and abdomen and turned up from the ground!

He turned his body while turning up, avoiding the deadly weapon.

"Hey!"

The sharp blade plunged into the ground fiercely, bringing countless rubble.

"Boom!"

The enemy in the air hits Raphael in the head with a head hammer!

It was obviously a head hammer turned from the ground, but the angle and strength seemed to shake the sky and the earth.

At that moment, Raphael only felt dizzy and trembling even spread throughout his body, unable to help taking a step back.

He squeezed the weapon tightly so that he wouldn't fall down to the ground.

But the next moment, the enemy stood firm.

The enemy's right punch hit Raphael's side face, and the latter gritted his teeth, his arms tightened again, trying to grasp the enemy's hand.

But the enemy's left hand was faster than his right fist, and he instantly rubbed his fingers into a knife. In the gap where Raphael raised his hand to resist, he bypassed his strange arms and stamped Raphael's chest abruptly!

"Boom!"

Raphael felt a cold heart, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The next second, he could no longer grasp the enemy's weapon, and he flew out and fell to the ground.

The battle between the rabbits and the flocks ended in an instant.

The winner is determined.

"Really... almost dead," the enemy took a rough breath after finishing the combo, and pulled his long weapon from the ground. "More dangerous than last time."

The enemy looked at Raphael on the ground and murmured:

"Such a young extreme is really rare-what you lack is just training and familiarity."

A few seconds later, Raphael twitched and turned over, spat out a bit of blood in pain, his arms trembling constantly in severe pain.

With his movements, Raphael's muscles and bones are like rusty bellows, making unpleasant and sour rubbing noises.

But Raphael doesn't care, just staring at the enemy in front of him.

Not really.

Such a killer move...

None of it worked?

"You have a lot of ideas, not just trying hard."

The enemy pounded his chest and exhaled with difficulty. It seemed tired: "You are observing very accurately, and the timing is very good. The most rare thing is that the load is overtaken in an instant and the full power bursts out. Kind of decisiveness and determination."

"Even if you know, maybe after this blow, you will no longer have the power to fight back."

Raphael sighed, then coughed up a mouthful of blood in the pain of chest and abdomen.

"Croaig said that this time, several of her classmates in the End Tower have all come—all seeds~IndoMTL.com~The enemy is indifferent and dull.

I really miss it.

The enemy took a deep breath.

Raphael couldn't help but startled slightly.

The enemy got well, raised his head, and looked at Raphael's eyes with certainty and determination: "I recognize this style."

"This cruel and decisive extreme fighting style seeks vitality in desperate situations."

"And your sword-washing-although it is the set of the sword of disaster,"

In front of Raphael, the legendary commander of the Blade Guard, "The Earth Shake" Caslan Rumba exhaled, his eyes lonely:

"You are Shao's student—the seed of Tali's "Sorrow" series."

His tone is very positive.

Raphael stared at the old man blankly, not knowing how to react.

But Caslan just grabbed his soul-killing gun, looked at Raphael with pity and pity, and sighed faintly: "So, after the crime of Hell River, that compassionate and cruel fellow, Watching this again?"

I saw Caslan smile bitterly, with sarcasm and sigh.

He looked at Raphael’s trembling hands, and what he said made Raphael shocked:

"Underground demons..."

"The weird flesh and blood that multiplies indefinitely?"