Kingdom’s Bloodline

so cold.

Where is mother?

Where's Aunt Fenner?

They will come back.

She thought blankly, shivering in the snow, the cold wind blowing over her bare face and neck, bringing pain like a knife.

I almost lost all feeling in my hands and feet.

What about brother and sister? Where's Uncle Enzel?

She kind of misses Thalia's hot pies...even though she hates the garlic diced on top every time.

She walked past a man lying in the snow.

The man slept so deeply and deeply, curled up motionless, but with the happiest smile on his face.

She doesn't even know that her eyebrows and hair are covered with ice crystals.

It's a 'laugh'—she told herself.

Yesterday, especially when she was trying to help them sweep the ice crystals off their faces, Uncle Enzel told her with a smile: They are "laughing people", and they like to sleep with a smile in the wild in winter, and they won't wake up until spring ——Good girls can't bother them, it's best not to get close to them.

Obedient, she continued to move forward.

The skirt was a bit torn, and she was very frustrated... This was a skirt given to her by Aunt Li Xiya before she left for the capital.

She walks past the second "laughing man".

This "laughing man" seems to be an older sister who is as old as the maid Talia, but she is dressed so little, leaning against the rock with her mouth open, with a baby in her arms.

But the baby didn't smile, just closed its small eyes and mouth tightly, and didn't move.

This made her very unhappy.

Why don't you laugh?

People in the north should all smile, shouldn't they?

This is what Uncle Nolan Nur told her.

Next to the stables of the Cold Castle, when leaving with the other two uncles, Nolan Nur, as before, laughed and hugged himself into his arms, and then stabbed her with stubble in her dissatisfaction and protest s face.

Well, Nolan Nur—she thought of her youngest uncle, and her mouth curled up when she was out of her mind.

If you show up now...

I'll just... mercifully forgive your beard.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth... so many, so many, I can't count...

Laughing people.

At this moment, a person who was not a "laughing man" finally appeared in front of him.

She raised her head blankly and looked at the strange boy in front of her.

The ragged boy was lying next to another "laughing man", rummaging for something.

The boy noticed her approaching, and raised his head like a wild beast.

His eyes were dark red, so scary.

"roll!"

The boy subconsciously guarded the things in his arms, stared at her viciously, and said in a vigilant and fierce voice, "I found this first! Everything is mine!"

"Get out! Get away!"

She sucked in a weak breath, feeling the pain on her face that was blown by the wind.

It's so fierce.

She pouted.

There was a blur in front of my eyes.

The icy chill poured into her lungs along the nose, nose and trachea, causing her heart to convulse again.

She walked up to the boy.

"Little biao, if you dare to go one step further," the boy who was also trembling in the cold opened his mouth fiercely, baring his teeth, "I'll bite you to pieces!"

She ignored him.

But her consciousness became more and more numb.

Vision is getting dimmer.

But she still walked forward step by step, stumbling forward, relying on vision instead of touch to confirm the existence of the ground—she could barely feel her limbs that had been numb for a long time.

The boy crawled down and let out a beastly growl, as if preparing to attack.

She looked at the boy with a fierce face and took a deep breath, her lungs trembling again from the cold air.

She walked on.

The vigilance on the boy's face turned into a murderous intent full of hatred.

His right hand emerged from behind, holding a long awl full of rust.

Mother said, to strangers...

Howling, the boy threw her weak to the ground.

To strangers...

She tugged at her frozen face.

The boy stared at her face and raised the awl ferociously.

She looked at the boy's dark red eyes, and drew an ugly arc from the corner of her mouth.

to smile.

People in the north should all smile, shouldn't they?

The next moment, Miranda Arend, the chief of the "seed" swordsman of the end, suddenly opened his eyes in an alley in Dragon Clouds City!

A slotted sword had pierced through her breastplate and into her left breast.

The edge of the sword pierces an inch into the flesh.

Before the heart that can't stop beating.

But he didn't advance even an inch.

The middle-aged man of Disaster Sword frowned.

He watched Miranda's blade, which happened to be caught on his saber, in the hollow from the tip to the blade, against his strange sword.

Prevent it from piercing into the heart of the female swordsman.

Just at the critical moment, Miranda drew out his sword decisively, and the blade inserted into the empty slot of the enemy's sword.

It's like a carpenter inserting a wedge into an empty slot in a piece of wood when he's at work.

Miranda's black-gloved hands were tightly gripped on the hilt of her crossed sword, cold sweat oozing pain and trembling from her head, and she was in a stalemate with the enemy.

Such a fast sword.

And... that inescapable feeling is his finishing power?

"It's really good," the middle-aged man exhaled softly, showing an expression of approval: "The reaction, observation, and temperament are rare, and it's rare to be so young... My students are very smart, but they lack exercise and experience. It will take him at least five years to catch up to your level."

"But from the very beginning, you have been on the verge of death..." The middle-aged man's tone was cold, and the sword that stabbed Miranda's chest suddenly exerted force, and he stabbed forward.

Under his exertion, the two swords embedded in each other subtly deformed, and there was a groan unique to metal under force in the air.

Pain hit from the heart.

Miranda's face twisted slightly.

As long as the tip of the sword goes one inch deeper, it will reach the blood groove.

The female swordsman gritted her teeth, held her breath, and tried her best to eliminate the dual effects of severe pain in her chest and psychological worry.

Listening to the rhythm of the enemy, feeling the beat of the enemy, she forced herself into a state.

The first sword was suppressed under the absolute disadvantage - she must find a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Miranda resisted the enemy's sword with all his strength, and kept her eyes wide open, observing the stationary enemy in the setting sun.

The middle-aged man sighed: "You know, I didn't want to use this move."

"But from the current point of view, it seems that simple sword skills and sword speed can't take you down immediately... It's only four minutes before the patrol arrives."

The next moment, the middle-aged enemy showed a painful and unbearable expression.

The ferocious finishing power oozes out from his arm muscles, and penetrates into the two swords that they exchanged!

Miranda's expression changed.

This is... the kind of violent and crazy finishing power that Cohen mentioned?

The middle-aged man's arm trembled, as if releasing a ferocious beast that chose to devour people, explosive power surged up from his sword!

The two swords groaned at the same time in the accelerated shaking, like two overwhelmed patients.

Miranda felt that the blade pierced into her body began to tremble, further piercing her heart!

Oops.

The next moment.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Miranda clutched her chest in pain with her left hand.

But it's not over yet.

"Clang!"

The two swords collided in friction, bursting out sparks, breaking away from each other's inlay in the air.

The sword light of the middle-aged man disappeared in the air.

And like a star in the night sky, it suddenly appeared!

Hit the wounded Miranda.

The female swordsman raised her trembling sword and subconsciously swung it into the air!

"Clang! Clang!"

Less than a second after they separated, the two swords collided again in mid-air!

Miranda's sword blocked the enemy's attack twice.

The two took a step back at the same time.

Miranda leaned against the wall behind her with a pale face, staring at the middle-aged man with wide eyes.

"May you die peacefully, swordsman." The middle-aged man sighed, shaking the blood off the sword.

But the expression of the middle-aged man suddenly froze.

He noticed the blood on his sword.

That's just a small amount of blood.

How can it be?

Obviously, it should have pierced her heart...

but she……

Are you a right-hearted person? Or is it equipped with protection that can resist the power of the end? Dwarves' Refined Pitch Slabs? The finely crafted silver mail armor of the elven royal family? Silica gel?

The middle-aged man raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Miranda who was leaning against the wall weakly.

"That weird finisher didn't work, did it?"

The female swordsman took a deep breath and removed her left hand covering her chest.

A rather long scar stretched from Miranda's heart to her shoulder, but it only cut through the light armor and bled slightly.

The middle-aged man showed a surprised look.

According to the original plan, his terminating power like a wild beast would inadvertently invade the enemy's body, destroy the tissues in the body, delay the opponent's actions, and even devour and destroy her terminating power like a natural enemy.

Then, when the opponent was unable to move or was in great pain, the blade he pushed with the finishing force should have pierced Miranda's heart directly, maybe not deep, but enough to bleed.

In the next step, he will attack with terrifying sword speed, mobilize the blood in the enemy's body, and within a few tenths of a second, the bright red arterial blood will erupt from the chest of the female end swordsman until her life is completely withered.

However, she actually blocked a sword that was destined to pierce her heart...

The middle-aged man looked at the girl in front of him incomprehensibly.

"Since I attacked, your hand has been steady and your sword has been smooth, so you blocked my stabbing attack, so to speak." After a few seconds, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hand and seemed to have figured it out. What, his eyes were full of surprise: "Impossible..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "You...you are not affected by the 'touch of greed' at all!"

Miranda took a deep breath and resumed the sword pose.

"'Touch of Greed'? Is that the name of your finishing power? What an annoying name." Miranda said coldly:

"My companion told me about that feeling, the crazy power of the end, with the purpose of invading, destroying, and destroying." She raised her sword and pointed it at her opponent: "Ordinary end swordsmen must be familiar with that terrible The power of the end is helpless."

"However, once this power characteristic fails... what should you do?"

The middle-aged man did not speak.

Instead of him answering, it was his lightning-fast sword!

The sword with the slot open roared in the air, striking the female swordsman's throat.

Miranda, who had been prepared for a long time, turned her face, turned her wrist, and the power of termination emerged, supporting the strength in her hand, and facing the middle-aged man.

"Clang! Swish!"

Two sparks violently wiped out!

The two exchanged two sword strikes in an instant.

The two figures alternated between flashes, and after the last strike, they were separated by five steps in an instant.

Miranda stepped back, feeling the trembling of the cross sword, and pondering the characteristics of the enemy calmly.

"I just scored eight swords."

"You only blocked two swords, and you got hit once," the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's cut left leg, and said calmly, "Your sword skills are mediocre, and you can't keep up with my sword speed at all. It looks agile, but it’s actually just light—footsteps are occasionally misaligned between dodges.”

"What's even more strange is that your sword still trembles slightly during the strike, which affects your sword style... This should be a mistake that only beginners will make."

"Apart from the stunning interception at the beginning, your sword is useless." The middle-aged man shook his head: "This habit and strength of using a sword...you should have died ten thousand times, how did you survive until now? "

Miranda didn't speak, just stared at the middle-aged man carefully.

The next moment, her enemy suddenly smiled: "But in the eight swords just now, you were just right every time, or you were lucky to dodge, or you missed the deadliest five swords."

"At the most delicate timing, counterattack with a sword," the middle-aged man looked at his cut left upper arm, frowned and sighed, "It was successful."

Miranda finally frowned.

"There is only one explanation," the middle-aged man moved lightly, and Miranda's sword slowly followed his position.

"What you use to fight is not the exquisite sword style or agile steps, but your observation and feeling." The middle-aged man's pupils narrowed slightly: "It is to recognize the enemy's rhythm and the timing of the sword: no matter how rough No matter how simple the sword technique is, as long as it appears in the most appropriate position at the most appropriate time, it can also be transformed into the most exquisite blow."

Miranda let out a deep breath: he found it.

"What you have practiced is the four original ending powers known for grasping the timing and controlling the rhythm-Tianma Movement." The middle-aged man sighed deeply: "It is really a long-lost inheritance in the tower."

"And the reason why you are not afraid of the 'Touch of Greed'." He raised his head, his eyes were compelling: "I probably guessed it."

Miranda was slightly taken aback.

The eyes of the middle-aged man focused on Miranda's hands with black gloves:

"It's your hand, isn't it?"

Miranda looked disbelieving.

Forget about the Tianma movement, but, unexpectedly...has he discovered it?

Miranda gripped the sword tightly.

"Yes," Miranda snorted softly, raised her head and admitted generously, "My hands were severely frostbitten a long time ago."

There was a vast expanse of white snow in front of her eyes.

"When you recover, you will lose most of your sense of touch and pain." Miranda said lightly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her:

"I can't practice it, and I can't use the most exquisite and unfathomable swordsmanship. At the beginning, I couldn't even lift a teacup."

"And your aggressive finishing power, facing my hands that have been numb for many years," Miranda slowly raised the sword, his hands trembling slightly with the naked eye: "What can you do?"

silence.

Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands with shock in his eyes.

those hands...

Those hands holding the sword...

Actually...

No pain, no touch?

The middle-aged man looked at Miranda with pity already.

and admiration.

"A pair of hands without touch can actually hold a sword?" He said slowly, but his voice was full of admiration.

"So, you have been taught the Tianma movement, of course, this is also the most suitable power of end for you," the middle-aged man nodded, with affirmation and excitement in his eyes: "Abandon the feeling in your hand, ignore the specific sword move, Follow the rhythm of battle instead, entrusting the sword to your own observation, perception, and judgment—your teacher must be a genius."

Miranda didn't speak, she just stared blankly at her gloved hands.

"Please forgive my previous disrespect," the middle-aged man put his sword behind his back, and bowed respectfully to Miranda with the most standard swordman's ancient etiquette: "You are an admirable swordsman..."

"Under Sarande Clay, as the sword of the end inherited outside the tower, it is my honor to fight against you."

Miranda also put away her sword, and returned the salute expressionlessly:

"Miranda Aarend, Chief 'Seed' of Tower of the End Issue #134... Pardon me for having a hard time saying 'it was an honor to play against you' given what you guys did to a friend of mine's right hand. "

Clay smiled slightly: "The right hand, is it?"

The two straightened up, and the saber reappeared beside them.

The next moment, the figures of the two approached again!

"Clang! Clang!"

Clay's quick sword and Miranda's ingenious figure moved back and forth on this small ground!

Within ten seconds, Miranda once again avoided the enemy's deadly four swords, and counterattacked at the most critical moment.

Blood flowed from Miranda's right waist, the side of her ear, and Clay's left forearm.

"I'm really impressed," Clay opened the distance between the two, and sighed, "With time, you will surely reach the extreme."

Miranda nodded, accepting the other party's approval.

No matter how fast you are - Miranda thought to himself: You can't omit the process of drawing the sword. With the process, there will be a rhythm of one high and one low, one movement and one stillness.

There will be flaws that can be grasped and exploited.

"And I can see it too." Miranda observed the enemy carefully while pulling away from the distance, and said lightly: "Your so-called 'touch of greed', that kind of endless, continuous riot characteristic..."

The middle-aged man Clay was slightly taken aback.

Miranda showed a positive look:

"It's 'Glory of the Stars'!"

Under Clay's surprised eyes, Miranda said confidently: "Sorry, I'm too familiar with this power of termination..."

The scene in the Tower of Terminator appeared in front of her eyes, and the figure of Cohen crying bitterly while hugging his swollen arms appeared.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"I really admire your observation skills, but it's not enough," Clay shook his head and smiled lightly:

"'Touch of Greed' is not 'Glory of the Stars'." Seeing Miranda's strange eyes, Clay retracted his sword to his waist: "If I have to say it, it is an enhanced version of 'Glory of the Stars' outside the tower. "

Enhanced version?

Do you mean that violent characteristic?

That is to say... the ending power of the Disaster Sword is based on the original ending power...

"There are still thirty seconds," Clay sighed, "Forget it, there's not enough time."

Miranda looked at him in surprise.

"There will be a period later," Clay nodded lightly: "The chief with numb hands."

Miranda gritted her teeth and caught up two steps: "Wait!"

Clay turned around and punched the dirt wall beside him!

"boom!"

In the dust, his figure disappeared from Miranda's vision.

At this moment, the voice of the patrol team came from outside the alley: "It's near here... Suspected that someone was chasing him for no reason, illegal fighting with weapons! What was that sound just now?"

Miranda, who was coughing from the dust, punched the wall unwillingly, put away her sword and left.

————

"Ding!"

Just when Cohen's sword was about to pierce the young man's throat, a sword that came across the sky opened the guard's bayonet with a blank space.

Cohen turned sharply, facing the newcomer with his back to the setting sun.

But the newcomer's sword caught Cohen's full gaze.

It was a sword of medium length, with a very thin blade, and a black weight ball on the hilt.

A round hole was drilled in the guard of the sword, just enough for the user to snap his index finger into.

Cohen's pupils shrank!

He recognized the sword.

He is too familiar with this sword.

Also too familiar... the owner of this sword.

"Go away?" The newcomer said in a bright voice to the young man of the Sword of Disaster: "Go to your teacher."

The young man covered in wounds climbed up in embarrassment, and disappeared into the alley with a limp.

But Cohen ignored it.

He stared at the newcomer with wide eyes, in disbelief.

From the moment he saw this person, he didn't want to pay attention to anything else.

"Why are you here?" Cohen swallowed hard, asking in the most disbelieving tone of surprise.

"And you... what are you doing?" Cohen frowned, looking at the newcomer in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The newcomer snorted softly, moved his steps, and approached him.

"Before you idiots screw everything up," the newcomer said calmly in the dark, showing a pair of dark red eyes, "come and stop you."

"or……"

The newcomer stepped out of the shadows of the alley.

"Get rid of you?"

Cohen’s former classmate and an active member of the Kingdom’s Secret Division—Raphael Lindbergh, is holding a sword in his left hand, blinking a pair of dark red eyes, and looking at his former friend, Cohen Karabyan with a smile on his face police officer.