Kingdom’s Bloodline

King Nun lay quietly on the ground.

His hand was still tightly clutching the front end of the great ax handle, as if it was his lover.

The spikes in the center of the two ax blades sank deeply into his chest.

Everyone in the chamber watched this scene helplessly.

Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, countless emotions are intertwined.

The victor of the duel, Grand Duke Peifeit, was sweating profusely, and the hand holding the ax handle slipped slowly.

As his body relaxed, he knelt down beside King Nun, panting violently.

With dull eyes and heaving chest, Peifei seemed to have experienced a nightmare.

Grand Duke Olsio, who was watching the battle, widened his eyes. He looked at the motionless king, and his complicated emotions turned into unspeakable sadness at that moment.

Grand Duke Ronnie looked sad.

Grand Duke Lecco's brow seemed to bear a heavy burden.

Trudida shook her head, as if expressing her disdain for the duel.

Thales lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground.

He didn't know what kind of expressions Nikolai and Putillai had behind them.

Damn.

how so.

He clenched his fist slowly.

King Nun died here...

Who will control Dragon Clouds City.

Who can control Dragon Clouds City.

Who will control Dragon Clouds City?

His thoughts became a mess.

Grand Duke Peifit, who was freed from the duel, half-kneeled in front of the king's body, his expression in a trance.

Nunn.

born king.

Noon Walton.

The monarch who ruled Exeter for nearly thirty years.

already……

died.

The young Grand Duke suddenly laughed softly.

"Hahaha……"

He raised his head, and his laughter became louder and weirder, like a sick lunatic.

"Hahaha……"

Then, the young Grand Duke laughed wildly, and suddenly turned his head to look at the witnesses of the duel——Hom Priest, representing the Goddess Haoyue.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His body was shaking constantly amidst the laughter.

The priestess looked straight back at Peifite, her pair of graceful eyebrows and eyes on the veil were calm and unwavering.

Under these eyes, Peifei felt an invisible pressure coming quietly.

His smile gradually faded.

The officiant remained calm as usual, showing no expression.

Peifei stopped smiling, his face slowly sank, and he frowned suspiciously.

Thales shook his head, thinking desperately about his future.

at this moment.

"So that's how it is..." Nikolai, the meteorite behind him, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The next moment, two huge collision sounds came from the field.

"Bang! Tong!"

"Clang!" What followed was the clang of metal falling to the ground!

Thales shuddered and woke up from his thoughts.

At the same time, many people in the chamber exclaimed in disbelief!

Thales raised his head abruptly.

Then his eyes widened and his brow furrowed tightly.

He saw the most unbelievable scene.

No way.

Shocked Thales even forgot to breathe at that moment.

King Nuen, who was supposed to lie dead on the ground, had already gotten up from the ground at some point!

In turn, he pushed Peifeit face down to the ground!

The huge ax that pierced the king's chest was falling at their feet, shaking endlessly!

Like everyone else, Thales stared intently at the scene in front of him in amazement and bewilderment:

The old king of Exeter had a ferocious expression, his left arm was in a ring, and he clasped Peifitt's right forearm tightly from behind, his right hand firmly supported the opponent's right upper arm, and his right knee knelt hard. Hold Peifitt's back.

King Nun locked Peifeit's right arm, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Thales opened his eyes in disbelief and shook his head unconsciously.

How can it be……

that kind of injury...

Thales is not alone in thinking so. the whole hall,

From the Grand Duke to the subjects, from the servants to the guards, they all watched this incredible and incomprehensible reversal in shock.

"No, you obviously..." In the pain, panic and fear, the right arm was locked, and the head and face were firmly pressed to the ground, Grand Duke Peifeit tried desperately to break free, and shouted in panic. Aloud: "No, it's impossible!"

He couldn't believe that the king, who had been pierced through his chest by the point of his ax a moment ago, stood up again in an instant, as if he was unscathed!

On the old king's right chest, the front and back robes were soaked in blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

But at this moment, the injury didn't affect the king's movements at all, as if it didn't exist.

It was as if King Nunn had just been pricked with a needle.

Thales turned his head abruptly, and eagerly asked the only extreme master here: "How could it be..."

"Quiet!"

Nikolai interrupted him hastily.

The meteor stared at the field, unwilling to let go of every detail: "After watching it...it's not over yet!"

Puttilai was full of surprise, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

"Impossible?" The revived Nun VII's face was flushed. The king pressed his right hand down and retracted his left hand. His muscles trembled and tightened slowly. He began to use Peifeit's elbow joint as a fulcrum to pry in reverse. Move his locked forearm.

I saw the old king clenched his teeth, his face grim: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe 'impossible'!"

As King Nun gradually exerted his strength, Peifit's locked right arm began to deform slowly!

His forearm moved horribly in the opposite direction from the elbow.

The clearly recognizable sound of muscle snapping sounded in the field.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Peifitt twisted his face in pain, and howled like a heart-piercing lung!

The Grand Duke's left arm was desperately stretched behind him, towards King Nun, who was looking crazy, but he could only grab the air in vain, scratching in mid-air.

He couldn't break free from such a life-threatening lock.

"I killed you, I have already killed you!" Peifeit's neck rested on the floor, writhing in inhuman pain, screaming in pain: "You are dead!"

"Really," King Nuen, who was suppressing his opponent, showed a ferocious look mixed with hatred and madness, and his words were like a cold wind: "Maybe..."

"Am I not dead enough?"

While speaking, Nun VII continued to use his hands in an orderly manner.

In Peifeit's forearm, the frightening sound of crackling and tearing continued to resound.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

The young archduke struggled frantically, unable to reach the enemy's left hand and slapped the ground desperately.

But under King Nun's experienced and fierce twisting posture, all of Peifeit's struggles seemed futile, and the strength in his young body was completely unable to exert.

He could only frantically writh the rest of the parts that could move.

Like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came from Peifeit's arm!

Peifeit's head was pressed to the ground and raised to the point where it could not be raised any higher. His face was twisted into a ball, tears flowed out uncontrollably, his mouth expanded painfully to the limit, and an unprecedented crazy cry came out from inside: "Ahhhhhhh! No! No! No! Ahhh!"

His right forearm, starting from the elbow joint, has been bent in reverse!

Under the severe pain, Peifeite was trembling against the strength of King Nuen, and even lifted his chest an inch off the ground!

But Peifitt's nightmare wasn't over.

King Nun's right hand, which was pressing on the opponent's upper right arm, suddenly lifted up, clenched his right hand abruptly, and hammered heavily on the back of Peifeit's head!

"Boom!"

Peifit's head was smashed to the ground again by this punch.

His forehead slammed into the floor tiles with a dull, dull sound.

But King Nun kept moving. He let go of Peifeit's crippled right arm, stretched out his right hand, and caught the opponent's left arm!

Then use the same posture, but change the left and right sides, clasp the forearm with the right hand, and press the upper arm with the left hand, locking Peifitt's only remaining left arm.

King Nun took a deep breath and continued to use force.

Peifei recovered from the brief dizziness.

Panic hit him in an instant.

Feeling the continuous sharp pain and numbness from his right arm, as well as the tight locking of his only intact left arm, the young Grand Duke realized something, and he turned his head in despair.

"Why?" Painful tears fell from Peifit's face, and he asked his opponent unwillingly.

King Nun stared into his eyes and sneered contentedly.

"On the battlefield, wounds that penetrate the chest are fatal, and most wounded can only leave their lives to luck." The king stared at his enemy like a hawk, as if staring at a rabbit: "Pierce through the chest, especially. "

King Nun's arms continued to exert force, and the words in his mouth kept coming, exuding a chilling coldness:

"Your lungs become a broken bellows, and breathing becomes harder than raising your hands... With every breath you take in, you can even feel the hiss of air coming in and out of your lungs through the wound, you start coughing, and then the more The more urgent the cough, the more severe the cough, the more painful the cough, the smaller the breathing, the more painful and difficult it is.”

"Blood will also slowly soak into your lungs, and then with breathing and coughing, it will continue to emerge from your throat, mouth, and nose... In severe pain and chest tightness, you will feel extremely heavy in your chest, and then slowly become numb. Strength and perception will go away from you."

"If it is accompanied by broken ribs, then congratulations, the fine bone fragments will become the most terrifying torture hands... penetrate into your muscles, rub against your tissues, puncture your blood vessels, and torture you in pain and sourness body and mind, until you surrender to death and reach out to the ferryman of the river of hell."

"Even if you plug the wound in time and stop the external bleeding, it won't help... Your blood first coughs more and more, and then coughs less and less until you die... If you are lucky, it will be over in a few minutes, if you are not lucky Well, even howling until midnight, with a horrible fever and cold sweat, and hallucinating in agony."

"On the battlefield, I have seen too many tragedies like this."

Puffett's eyes widened, with painful cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

The king smiled, and his conversation changed accordingly:

"but……"

King Nun put his head close to Peifeit's ear, and said ferociously:

"You know, the chest cavity of a person has a range...not the whole chest is where the chest cavity is..."

"If the pierced place does not hurt your chest cavity, and avoids the fatal artery, for example, it is only at the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, and penetrates forward and backward...perfectly brushes the chest cavity and bones ..."

"Then use the force of the end to expand the muscles of the wound and stop the bleeding..."

"How...it's possible..." Peifei gritted his teeth, his face was bruised, and he stared at King Nuen behind him in despair.

"I said it, brat," King Nuen laughed contentedly with the power of the end rushing into his arms, "on the battlefield, you'd better believe that it's 'impossible'."

Finally, a chilling crisp sound, accompanied by Peifeit's screams, reached everyone's ears again.

"Crack!"

Peifei writhed frantically on the ground, howling his pain and despair at the moment.

His only arm was also bent by King Nun.

The young Grand Duke has already lost both hands.

A few seconds later, Peifitt's struggle and screaming began to decrease, and his whole body kept twitching, letting out mournful groans.

Several Grand Dukes looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

"What does this mean?" Grand Duke Trudida tried his best to adjust his breathing.

The one who answered him was actually Grand Duke Ronnie, who hadn't spoken for a long time, and only heard the latter say coldly: "It means the end."

Thales stared blankly at the king's counterattack in an instant.

Quick, violent, effective, once and for all counterattack.

He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal started.

"Your Majesty was lying on the ground and then pierced by the tip of an axe," Nicolai who was behind sighed, "Whether it's us or Peifite, we only know that His Majesty was pierced through the chest, but we can't see the piercing through the back at all." The location of the . . . there is no way to tell if it was fatal."

"And that's what the king calculated."

Calculated?

Thales stared at King Nun's chest, especially the blood-soaked area on the right.

King Nun gasped, threw off the enemy's disabled arm, and stood up.

At that moment, Thales felt that this powerful figure was extremely tall.

King Nun looked around at the people in the hall.

He was greeted by different eyes and breaths ranging from excitement, surprise to doubt and so on.

"liquor!"

King Nun suddenly roared loudly: "Rye alcohol!"

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

"The strongest kind!"

The servants and guards in charge looked hesitantly at the priest of Haoyue Temple and several grand dukes.

But Priest Hom remained unmoved, while the grand dukes just stared blankly at the king.

Peifei on the ground stopped moaning, he raised his head, and looked at his opponent with despair and numbness on his face.

"Okay!" King Nuen roared impatiently, "I won't suffocate him with a wine glass!"

"Damn it, bring me the wine!"

"In the name of the king!"

The king's officer, Lord Michael, sighed and waved his hand, satisfying the king's privilege.

A wooden barrel full of rye wine was quickly carried to the field.

King Nun grabbed the iron wine glass that was sent, lifted the lid of the wooden barrel, scooped up a glass of wine, and threw it into his mouth vigorously with his head raised.

Wine oozed from the corners of his mouth, down the king's short beard from chin to neck.

The old king drank the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped his chin happily, and scooped up another glass of wine.

This time, King Nun violently tore off the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing his old but still solid muscles.

There, the wounds pierced by the ax point just now are prominent, one on the chest and one on the back, but they are all deviated from the center of the chest, and even close to the shoulder.

The wounds have been filled under the squeeze of the muscles.

King Nun gritted his teeth and raised his wine glass, pouring it on his wound!

The muscles of his right shoulder trembled and shrank under the pouring of strong alcohol.

But King Nun's face was as cold and indifferent as usual.

As if it wasn't strong wine that soaked his wounds.

Everyone in the hall watched this scene silently.

No one interrupted him.

On the ground beside him, Grand Duke Peifeit, with his arms folded, roared in a low voice, showing unwilling and resentful eyes again.

He pushed his upper body up with his head, trying to get up with the help of his knees.

What greeted him was King Nunn's merciless kick, stepping on the Grand Duke's back, pushing Peifit back to the ground.

Peifit first groaned in pain, and then the groan turned into a roar of unwillingness.

"No, how did you do it..." The young Grand Duke's face was gloomy, staring at King Nuen, as if he wanted to dig a piece of flesh out of him.

"Do you think you can pierce my chest with the tip of an ax so easily?" King Nuen looked normal, he scooped up a glass of wine again and drank it down: "Little boy, it was I who led you to stab me of!"

"My strength is not as strong as yours, and my stamina is not as good. In the fight with giant axes, I will lose sooner or later." King Nun stepped on Peifeit's back and poohed at him disdainfully: "But even He is an extreme master, once he relaxes..."

King Nun's eyes showed a bright light:

"It's just useless."

Puffett's eyes were wide open, he put his face on the ground, his lips trembled, and he let out another unexplained roar.

Full of desolation and pain.

"I give you a piece of advice, don't relax easily before you break the enemy's neck," King Nun let out a breath slowly, feeling his own exhaustion and fatigue, with a cold tone: "This is thousands of years, we have been fighting with the orcs. The most precious experience gained in the bloody hell."

King Nun raised his head again and drank the third glass of wine in one gulp.

"Is this what is often said in the army, the so-called warrior's fighting instinct?" Behind Thales, Putillai asked lightly.

"Instinct?" The meteorite Nikolai's sneer sneered. "This is a tactic. From the beginning to the end of the duel, His Majesty's calculations and rhythms followed the steps he arranged."

Putilei showed doubts.

"From the very beginning, His Majesty tempted Peifit to kill him with the tip of the axe, rather than with the blade of the axe." The meteorite folded his arms, his eyes seemed to have a smile: "Your Majesty seems to be waving Passively defending with an axe, unable to counterattack, retreating step by step..."

"In fact, after every blow they fought, the distance between the two of them became closer unconsciously, until finally when His Majesty fell down, the distance between him and Peifitt even reached the level of face-to-face. He hacked with the blade of an ax."

Thales' heart moved, and he looked at the distance between the two people in the field and the positions of the two giant axes.

"Puffett, he was guided by His Majesty to end the battle with a thrust from the tip of an axe." The leader of the White Blade Guard replied indifferently:

"And His Majesty lay down on the ground, controlled the opponent's ax with both hands, and pierced into the muscle gap between his chest and shoulder blades... That was an injury caused by His Majesty himself, and it would bring terrible pain, but it was by no means fatal. hit."

Thales took a deep breath and looked at King Nuen in the arena.

Sophisticated hunter, isn't it?

"The only thing left to do is to wait for the opponent who has been instigated by words to think that he has won the duel," Puttilai said in an emotional tone, complementing the answer of the meteorite: "Then seize the opportunity and take advantage of an opponent who can completely win the duel." Restrain the flaws in Peifeit's stamina and strength advantages, and launch a decisive counterattack."

"I hope you will take a good look at this rare duel and benefit from it, Your Highness." The prince's deputy said to his prince indifferently.

Thales could only shake his head slowly.

"Puffett claims that he learned about His Majesty's fighting style from his grandfather, but he doesn't understand anything at all." Nicolai's pale face flickered in the firelight: "This is the real 'violent counterattack, defeating the enemy with one blow .'"

"I'm impressed." The Marquis of Comus admired from the side: "You are not surprised by this, are you?"

Nicolai nodded slowly: "Yes, every step of Peifite is within His Majesty's expectations."

"On the western front of the stars, there is such a saying," Puttilai sighed, "Even a dying veteran on the battlefield is tens of thousands of times stronger than a rookie with infinite strength."

"A veteran meets a rookie," the captain of the king's personal guard snorted softly, "The result of this duel, from the very beginning..."

"It's doomed."