Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 97: Monsters and monsters

"Your reaction is not quite right," Ashida leisurely pressed his slender and beautiful fingers, observing Thales' reaction, "The air pressure inside the body changes drastically..."

"Giza Trellman," the Qi magician faintly repeated, "Why, does this name evoke any memories?"

Giza. .しwχS520.

The blood magician.

Thyls, with an uncertain expression, revisited the extraordinary section in the birch forest, which combined memories of tension, horror, horror, nausea, abnormality, and madness.

Also, the words left by the unreasonable lady when she disappeared in the dark.

[I will never make you suffer]

The pale-faced Star Prince awoke from the past, he looked up at Ashida, sighed and nodded.

"Not long ago, your dear Ms. Giza and I-one of the bosses of the blood bottle gang rumors outside," Thales said listlessly: "We had a relaxed and friendly conversation."

Asida squinted slightly, the thoughts composed of magic energy slowly surging in his body.

Giza?

So, she has survived the threat of the burning wind cannon, returned from weakness and sleep, and reunited her consciousness.

Maybe the ability to eat has been restored.

Axida's thoughts fluctuate slightly.

Since returning to the physical state, I have been following the boy's peculiar breathing, following him not far away.

I haven't done anything to help with the blood bottle.

Also, compared to the value of this boy, the blood bottle helps this chess piece, which is simply dispensable rubbish.

But now that Giza has returned...

That might be the time to start a long-lost conversation.

After all, this boy appeared, the plan of the blood bottle gang may have to be slowed down...

However, Thales' next words attracted the attention of the magician again.

"Seeing the long-lost companion of the magician, Ms. Giza expressed her uncontrollable joy to me," Thales observed Ashida's face, he took a strong breath, and then heavily Sigh:

"And decided to kill me."

"To celebrate my first meeting with her."

Speaking out, Thales saw Ashida frowning infrequently.

This magician who has been calm and unmoved since just now, put his right hand on his left arm, pinched his delicate chin, and groaned slightly.

"Quoting a quote from her," Thales raised his hands, hooked with four fingers, made a quotation mark, and raised his eyebrows sarcastically: "'This is for your good'."

Ashida looked solemn.

"You mean..."

"Giza knows that you are the future magician," the Qi magician keenly caught the point: "Still trying to kill you?"

The second prince looked at Ashida's eyes and nodded slightly.

"Obviously, she doesn't welcome my status as a magician," Thales shrugged, sarcastically, intentionally or unconsciously: "I guess the competition for magician is fierce, and it's already to the point where newcomers need to be suppressed. ?"

Asida continued to ponder, Thales could feel that he was thinking carefully.

"I was lucky that day," Thales shook his head: "I can almost imagine my next meeting with her..."

For a long while, the magician of Qi raised his head solemnly.

"Well, this is a problem," Ashida's tone replied indifferently, her eyes pierced, "As a partner, I will talk to her."

"Just like the past."

Thyls looked at Ashida, thinking that the conversation should be over.

At least, the hostility between the two has gradually disappeared.

It's time to discuss with him and discuss my future plans.

In short, it is too risky to become a magician, and you must never understand it when you are limited...

"Very good."

At this moment, the Qi Demon Master got up from the void "chair", interrupted Thales' thoughts, expressionless:

"Let's go."

Tyles' face changed drastically.

"Go?" Thales rolled his eyes, breathing quickly, "Where to go?"

"Of course I will take you out of here." The Qi magician raised a hand, and the bedroom window was blown open, revealing the darkness outside the window, and the cold and cold wind constantly seeped in.

Slittle, who was sleeping beside the bed, curled up unconsciously, licked his lips, and hugged the quilt tightly.

"Now...now?" Thales shivered. He squeezed his fist and looked at Ashida in disbelief: "Is it, a little sudden?"

"At this moment, there are two complete and powerful legendary anti-devil weapons in Longxiao City," Ashida said slowly: "It's in the palace where we are."

Thyls was taken aback, he looked out the door.

"You wouldn't think that I came to you at such a risk," the Qi magician sighed: "Just to sit down and chat?"

Thyls frowned, his breathing unstoppable speeding up.

The thing he worries about most happened.

"Get ready to start your new life," Ashida nodded indifferently: "As a magician, you have a long future and a long journey."

"Wait, but I, but I still have a lot of problems," Thales scratched his head, desperately thinking about the excuse for delaying time, "like the relationship between the wizard and the magician, and how I will become a magician Master, and what Giza said, the faction of magic masters, yes, there are legendary anti-magic weapons..."

"You and I know it well, child," Ashida shook his head mercilessly, to put it through his plan: "There is no benefit in unnecessary delay, even if your subordinates find something wrong, come to rescue. You..."

"It will only be their misfortune-even if the next door has a balanced breathing and looks like an extreme elf," the magician replied calmly:

"We proved that thousands of years ago, even the gods are helpless in the face of magicians."

Thyls was startled.

He looked at the open window, feeling the cold air coming in from there.

Oops.

What to do?

"Wait..." Thales looked up, his expression worried and anxious.

Never follow him.

He has to find a way to stay.

"The situation of the magician in the world is very bad, right," Thales looked at the magician of Qi and sighed: "From the destruction of the ancient empire, to the end battle and the fission of the continent...maybe, Isn’t it a good idea to follow you? Maybe I should stay, we can regularly..."

This time, Ashida looked at him condescendingly with subtle eyes.

Thyls felt tightly at his sight, and couldn't help but stop talking.

Axida spoke slowly, her tone erratic, but she carried a chilling breath:

"This world chooses to forget the magic, forget the past, to suppress our numbers, so most people don't know what we are—for example, my group of gangster idiots."

"Even the end battle that people should be familiar with has become a legend of heroes fighting against unknown disasters."

The magician held his hands back: "However, those with status and power are still vigilant about our existence and regard us as the greatest threat."

"Either magic or mana, they both hate it," Ashida narrowed his eyes slightly. "But because of this, you have to follow me."

Tyles looked at each other numbly.

Aishida's eyes are solemn: "Once your identity is revealed, they will not care whether you are a prince or not-your fate will be worse than that of the orcs who fall into the hands of humans."

Thyls looked at Ashida in a daze.

He pursed his lips, remembering the drama of the recurrence of the Battle of the End in the Temple of the Night, remembering Gilbert's words about disasters, thinking of the disturbing black prophet, thinking of Ramon with his head and tail hidden, thinking of Yordel's mask.

But...

After ten seconds.

"No, I can't just leave..." Thales gritted his teeth and shook his head:

"I am, I am their prince, I have a task on my shoulders, and I know a lot of people. Some things can't be simply left behind..."

But he was interrupted by the magician again.

"I said," Ashida smiled slightly, eyes full of sarcasm: "Are you worried about your safety, and you don't want to be a magician..."

"Or is it because I can't bear the honorable status of Prince Star?"

Thyls was taken aback when he heard this.

Only listen to the magician of Qi coldly snort: "Even if you two months ago..."

"Is just one of the humblest beggars?"

At this moment, Thales's heart was truly shaken.

Reluctant to...

Prince of Stars...

A distinguished status...

The night when he first arrived at Mindis Hall, the strong figure declared himself the only remaining heir to the stars.

Gilbert and Yodel knelt on one knee in front of them.

Huaiya swears to himself against his chest.

Rolfe used his clumsy sign language to compare "yes".

And the crowd under the Hall of Stars, and the deafening cheers reaching the sky.

Thyls clenched his fists unconsciously.

"If I came to you when you were a beggar," Ashida's speech was not fast and his voice was not heavy, but Thales felt the pressure inexplicably: "You will still be Is this reaction?"

Tyles took a deep breath.

He thought of the trembling beggars in the sixth room.

Think of the struggle in cold and hunger every year.

Think of Morris's fierce angry wolf dog.

Think of Quaid's hideous look, think of Rick's mysterious smile.

"When you are intoxicated by the title of the prince, or struggling with the misery of the beggar, when you are back and forth between the joy and the pain of the two," Ashida stared coldly To him, "Have you ever thought about what you are?"

"When you are stripped of all the definitions made by others, leaving all the situations in which you exist, what is left of yourself?"

"A prince honored by blood? A naturally humble and unfortunate beggar? A genius child with early wisdom? A poor man who is struggling and trying to change his destiny?" Ashida looked down at him. Emoji.

Tyles' breathing gradually accelerated.

The noble prince.

A mean beggar.

The magnificent palace, the worry-free life, the subordinates who bow down and obey orders.

The dilapidated and dilapidated abandoned house, the daily life of freezing, starvation and typhoid, the thugs who beat and scold frequently.

Heavenly soil and cloud mud.

"I..." He opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously trying to refute.

But I found that I couldn't say what I said.

Tyles looked at the ground blankly.

Do you really think so?

Can't do without, reluctant, the prince's honor?

"Child, you have to understand and become a magician," the magician of Qi said coldly: "You must wave goodbye to the past-no matter how brilliant and unforgettable."

"Don't let the past fetter you, just abandon it decisively, and you can finally sublimate."

Tyles subconsciously grabbed his chest.

It seems that the wound burned with the Mindis silver coin is aching again.

The inscription on the silver coin reappeared in my mind: The king is not honored by blood.

"Magician is not a profession, not a job, not a title," Ashida said categorically: "The meaning it represents is far beyond your imagination-this is an unprecedented choice. It’s your chance to find yourself, recognize yourself, and reshape yourself."

"Now you have such an opportunity to make your own choice," the magician walked up to him, stretched his hand to his face, "I chose to return to your original life and continue your seemingly Reality seems to be practical, but in fact there is no choice, no freedom, muddled and chaotic, and confused about the future of life..."

Aishida's hand stopped in front of his nose, and the palm turned over, and a blue light flashed from above, swirling around the magician's palm, finally forming a dark blue light ball.

Like the night on Red Square Street.

"Or choose your own heart," the magician's words continued: "Choose to take a look and see how far you can climb, and what kind of scenery can you finally see?"

"Find out who you are?"

Thyls frowned deeply at the ball of light in Ashda's hand.

How far can I climb...

What kind of scenery...

Who is it...

Axida slowly squeezed a fist, and as he moved, the ball of light annihilated in the magician's hand.

A gust of air blew across Thales' face.

The expression in the magician's eyes changed: "This is what my guide said thousands of years ago when guiding the confused me on the path of magic."

Tyles listened to Ashida with an ugly expression, his fists clenched.

"And now, a thousand years later, I will be your guide and guide you to become the most magical existence in the world," Ashida nodded slightly: "Believe me, a magician can get more than It's just infinite life and infinite power-that's just the most insignificant additional gift."

The magician of Qi slowly raised his arms, his tone was ethereal and mysterious: "The world we can see, the field of vision we can touch, and everything we feel is far beyond what any other existence can imagine. ——Under that, the light of gods, the glory of sacrifices, and the honor of kings are all pale in comparison, small and boring."

Thyls lowered his head in a panic.

Aishida put down her arm and looked at Thales, nodding slowly and firmly in her eyes:

"We should go now."

The next moment, Thales was floating in mid-air before he could react!

Thyls was shocked and was about to speak when he realized that his vision changed drastically!

As the wind whizzed, chill entered his bare skin, and the cold wind poured into his mouth and nose.

No!

Wait!

I haven't...

Tyles wanted to speak, but was powerless. He just felt like he was spinning, not knowing where the sky was and where was the earth.

Aishida took him and flew out of the window.

Tels gritted his teeth in pain in the sky, and the scenery in front of him changed from a small bedroom to a vast snow and lofty mountains under the moonlight.

And the slowly diminishing and distant in his vision...

The Palace of Valor.

————

Nicolai the Meteorite stood ugly in the Hall of Heroes.

His eyes were fixed on the ferocious spear on the ledge.

The Soul Slaughter Gun.

"Buzzing..."

There was a low and rapid vibrato.

The members of the Blade Guard around Nicolai looked at the gun in surprise.

The legendary Soul Slaughter Gun is—trembling?

Nicolai squinted his eyes, he stepped forward and pressed the Soul Slaughter Gun in his hand.

The commander of the Blade Guard felt the feeling in his hand.

Then sighed heavily.

"Immediately sound the alarm of the Palace of Valor," Nicolai raised his head abruptly, solemnly and solemnly, "The highest!"

"We are in big trouble."

A guard subordinate next to him frowned.

The highest class?

But he nodded respectfully, turned and left.

"Block the gates leading to the axe area and the spear area of ​​the Palace of Valor, and count all the patrols, whether it is the court guard or the white blade guard." Nicolai turned around and pulled out the white knife behind him.

That is a special knife.

The blade is bright silver, the blade is slightly gray, and the spine is a deep brass color.

The arc of the knife is different from the white blade unique to the White Blade Guard. There are two arcs from the handle to the tip of the blade.

"I want everyone to report back every five minutes--in case someone disappears, I want to know where he disappeared within five minutes." Nicolai held a blade, his face like ice, and walked to the family. The subordinates ordered: "We will go to your majesty's bedroom immediately."

The members of the guard who sent the order disappeared in front of them, and soon, there were loud and small rushing voices from far and near.

"What's the matter, boss?" A deputy next to Nicolai frowned and asked him: "The Soul Slaughter Gun is..."

"Well, the situation is not good." The meteorite's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and his pale face has a hint of flushing. "The Soul Slaughter Gun will not warn me for no reason."

"There is a record in the "Handed down from the Hand", the last time it was so loud was more than 600 years ago."

His deputy's expression froze.

"More than six hundred years ago?" the deputy repeated incredulously.

As the order was issued, there were more and more soldiers passing orders back and forth, the passwords became more and more urgent, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

"Yes, more than six hundred years ago," Nicolai calmly walked towards the king's bedroom, raising the blade in his hand, and said in awe:

"When the Soul Slaughter Gun..."

"Still in the hands of His Majesty Nekaru..."

"When experiencing the end battle."

————

Thyls opened his eyes desperately in the whistling wind, trying to see the scene clearly.

But I can only see Ashida's figure in front of him, and his flying robe.

A few seconds later, he could feel that they were dropping sharply.

Just now.

"Huh!"

A rapid and sharp sound, breaking the wind!

"Pass!"

There was a muffled noise.

Thyls didn't understand what was going on, he just felt his vision shake.

The next moment, he rolled down on the soft snow.

Shoulder rubbing hurts.

Damn it.

Thyls coughed fiercely, scolding his luck in the bottom of his heart, and struggling to get up.

Damn it!

What happened?

Why did you brake suddenly?

He shivered in the falling snow.

Then, the prince of the stars was stunned.

He raised his neck so high.

Under the moonlight, he found a huge statue in front of his eyes.

Almost several stories high.

It was a brave soldier with a spear in his hand, his expression majestic and compassionate.

That is the statue of Necaju Aix.

Thyls woke up suddenly--they were on the highest peak of Longxiao City, the cliff of the sky.

He looked around and found that the entire Longxiao City was under his feet.

That's it.

The statue of the hero Nekaru looks so small below.

And when you really put it in front of you...

At this time, Ashida's voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts abruptly.

"Do you really think I can't find you?" Ashida sighed, her voice seemed to be dissatisfied: "Whether it was just in the Palace of Valor or in the air, I am deliberately avoiding you ."

Thyls turned his head in surprise and saw Ashida standing under the statue.

Confronted with a dark figure on the opposite side.

That's—Tyles squinted and looked at the figure—who is it?

"Because I really don't have the mood to play with you today," Ashida shook her head, her eyes sharp: "You monster that can't die."

The magician squinted his eyes and grinned:

"Black sword."

What?

Black...

Black...

Thyls was shocked!

Black sword?

Tyles stepped forward and looked at the figure in disbelief.

In his impression ~IndoMTL.com~ this title represents...

Black Street Brotherhood...

The legendary...

Under the moonlight, the figure walked out slowly.

In the moonlight, he raised a strange long sword that was completely dark.

"What a coincidence." The expressionless man leaned over and bowed his head slightly at Ashida. The moonlight could only be cast on his black robe.

Only in the dark revealed a pair of twinkling eyes.

Shoot the magician directly.

"I am not in the mood either."

"You can't kill a monster."

The pair of black sword eyes release a chilling light:

"Aishida."