Kingdom’s Bloodline

Under the night sky, in the deserted ruins of the shield zone, the blood mage turned around gently and stroked the pitch-black Kirika. M

In the next instant, the dense carapace on Kirika's body began to tear, deform, and swell like a pitch-black spider. bigger!

Kirika's figure became bigger and bigger until it turned back into the blood-red hydra that Thales had seen, shaking its tentacles like a giant squid tens of meters high, and making a strange whistling sound.

"Find the kid."

Giza's madness and paranoia just now disappeared as the purple spots on her face faded.

At this moment, she is quiet and peaceful, just like an ordinary innocent girl. I saw the magician caressing Kirika gently, and said in a light and gentle tone: "You know his smell, understand his breath, and are familiar with his blood. ..."

Giza breathed lightly, with a strange look on his face: "It belongs to that guy's blood."

"The guy you'd dream of devouring."

More than a dozen giant tentacles of the hydra shook at the same time, and there was a "sizzling" sound of flesh and blood rubbing and squeezing.

"boom!"

The tentacles slammed down, creating dozens of deep ravines in the ruins, and smoke and dust rose.

Giza laughed, and she looked at the terrifying Kirika with loving eyes, just like looking at her own puppy who was angry and wagging its tail.

"Go and find him."

Giza, who was like a girl next door, paused for a second before opening her lips slightly and exhaling softly: "Before he became a magician..."

"Kill him."

Even if the entire Dragon Clouds City had to be destroyed for this.

Even if you expose yourself.

Even if...

There was another disturbing and strange "sizzling" sound from Kirika's huge body.

In the next second, more than a dozen of its blood-colored tentacles plunged into the ground one after another from different directions!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Its flesh and blood seem to proliferate infinitely,

Continuously extending the length of the tentacles, digging into the ground!

Suddenly, Giza narrowed his eyes and turned his head solemnly.

In the smoke and dust stirred up by Kirika, a figure suddenly appeared, walking slowly towards the magician.

Giza let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was a waste of too much time.

The figure in the smoke slowly approached, pause by pause.

The blood magician closed his eyes and shook his head lightly: "Well, I actually evacuated the people in several surrounding districts..."

"The descendants of Naikaru are not useless."

at this moment.

boom!

A medium-sized tentacle suddenly popped out from the ground next to the figure.

In the smoke and dust, the tentacles broke through the ground and attacked the uninvited guest!

However, the figure in the smoke and dust only moved slightly.

"laugh!"

There was the sound of weapons piercing flesh.

next moment.

Giza suddenly changed color and fell to his knees!

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-"

The blood magician screamed in pain!

————

"Boom!"

In several urban areas adjacent to the shield area, more than a dozen huge blood-red tentacles broke out from the ground again!

For example, in the Sword District closest to the noble districts above, there is such a huge tentacle. After destroying a stone house on the top, it broke through the earth and rocks, and rushed towards the sky.

The moment it was unearthed, the heads of these terrifying tentacles made up of bloody human bodies burst open and scattered into countless smaller tentacles.

The little tentacles first stopped in the air, and slowly turned around, occasionally shaking once or twice.

like in...

sniff.

Not long after, these small tentacles trembled together, and then grew, multiplied, and extended at a rapid rate again, heading in all directions.

At this moment, a thin figure in a white cloak suddenly turned out from a corner, and fell in front of the roots of all the tentacles in an instant!

The tentacles sensed the approaching flesh and blood.

At that moment, countless tentacles split their limbs like wild beasts, overwhelmingly attacking the cloaked figure that appeared.

The figure turned slightly, and swung a special white-handled knife from its hand.

The knife light flickered.

"Shua!"

In the siege of countless tentacles, that figure flashed endlessly in an instant, and even left an afterimage!

So much so that from a distance, it seemed that he was holding out the blade in several different directions.

The blade brushed against almost every tentacle, causing wounds one by one.

But it's much more than that.

The next moment, the tentacles brushed by the blade trembled violently!

Then, for these living tentacles, the wounds immediately began to turn black, and then withered in large areas, and finally, like burning, the entire tentacles turned into fly ash and scattered!

Flesh and fly ash floated into a ball in an instant.

The man in the cloak swung his blade again.

This time, the strange knife stabbed into the roots of these small tentacles—the big blood-red tentacles.

The huge tentacles shook violently, and bubbles and a large amount of steam began to emerge from the place where the blade pierced.

Then it too started to turn black and wither.

Until it is completely turned into fly ash.

Breaking away from the roots, the little tentacles that fell on the ground seemed to sense something, and immediately shook wildly, and scattered in all directions like a snake - to escape from that terrible man.

At this time, countless footsteps hurriedly sounded.

Dozens of gray-clothed and masked figures appeared on the corner of the street!

They wore special equipment: arm shields, light crossbows, and streamlined white-handled long knives. They all stepped on swift and skillful steps, blocking almost every tentacle that tried to escape.

The movements are neat, the body is flexible, and the consciousness is calm.

Then he raised his knife and dropped it.

"Chi! Boo! Shua!"

This time, the small tentacles that were cut by these blades did not turn into fly ash, but gushed out bright red blood like normal limbs were damaged, but their life force was obviously not as strong as their roots, the severed tentacles After bleeding a lot, he collapsed to the ground and slowly contracted.

The man who appeared first - "Meteorite" Nicolai threw off his cloak, with a serious expression, he ignored his subordinates who were busy with tentacles, and walked towards the corner of the street.

There, more members of the White Blades surrounded an old but dignified figure.

"According to Ms. Kashan's information, there are at least a dozen of such things in and around the shield area—fortunately, we evacuated the residents in time, otherwise they would all become food for that thing, Your Majesty."

The meteorite reported seriously.

Nun VII frowned and watched as a trembling tentacle in the distance was stepped on and cut off by a white-bladed guard, and bright red blood flowed out.

"We have tested it. Ordinary anti-magic armed forces can only ensure that they maintain the most basic mobility under the siege of these things." Nikolai noticed the king's sight, and he shook the strange blade in his hand , Slowly said: "Only a legendary anti-magic weapon like the Blade of Broken Soul can eradicate these disgusting things while protecting itself."

The king nodded with a frightening expression: "Grivo has already set off with the Soul Slayer Spear—that disaster won't last long."

"But these things are still extending, trying to find more people as food." Behind the king, a bureaucrat with the appearance of an order officer said worriedly: "Now even here have appeared—they will extend out of the shield zone sooner or later, Catch up with people we've arranged to evacuate in other boroughs, or even outside the city."

"It's fine for it to continue to grow through absorption, but if it continues like this, the entire Dragon Clouds City..."

King Nuen suddenly raised his hand and stopped his subordinates from reporting.

Anger flashed in his eyes.

and firm.

The tentacles in this area were almost cleaned up very quickly.

King Nun clenched his fists, looked up at the soldiers around him, and shouted loudly: "White Blade Guard!"

"yes!"

Including Nicolai, all the White Blade Guards turned their heads together and shouted angrily.

They looked back at the King of the North sharply.

King Nun took a heavy step forward, staring at each of his personal guards—the elite white-bladed guards.

Dragon Guards.

Exeter's strongest existence.

The sound of earth and rocks collapsing was heard again in the distance.

King Nun took a deep breath, and the flames in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Tell me! Boys!"

"When Exter needs your protection..." The old king's old and powerful voice sounded in everyone's ears:

"When the Northland needs your hard work..."

"You need to sacrifice your life..."

"When all the blood is shed..."

King Nuen turned his head, stared at the blood-red hydra in the distance, stared at the vague and huge sound, and shouted ferociously:

"Would you hesitate?"

"tell me!"

At that moment, all the white-bladed guards straightened their bodies without hesitation, and punched their left chest hard with their right fists!

Boom!

The dull beating sound sounded at the same time, like a person, heavy and shocking.

All the elite fighters shouted angrily at the same time, deafeningly loud:

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Shua!"

King Nun turned around and pulled out his sword abruptly!

With a majestic face, he nodded and looked at his guards: "Very good!"

"Nikolai! You are in charge of scheduling!"

The Meteorite knelt down on one knee and punched his chest with a solemn expression.

"The White Blade Guards are all equipped with anti-magic armed forces, walking around the edge of the shield area," King Nuen said calmly to his own guard captain: "Whether it's delaying, intercepting or strangling - block this thing in the shield for me Zone!"

"It won't even think about touching a Northlander again!"

Nikolai nodded fiercely, stood up and gave the order.

"Everyone is divided into eight teams, with at least 30 people in each team. Check the anti-magic weapons, bring signal crossbows, and send letters according to wartime standards." The meteorite looked at his subordinates and said coldly: "A group of five Form a circular formation, mainly to deal with these small things, chopping and cutting are the most effective, pay attention to your steps, don't be entangled by multiple enemies."

"I met such a big guy." Nicolai kicked the big tentacles that had withered into black dry limbs, and shook his soul-breaking blade: "Send me a letter!"

King Nun sighed.

"Kasan said that the more people you face, the stronger the disaster—so you won't have backup," the king stretched out his right hand, firmly pressed Nicolai's right shoulder, and looked straight ahead : "Whether it's patrols or conscripts—they don't have anti-magic weapons, and they can only die in vain."

"Our hope lies in Grivo and you, in the Soul Slayer Spear and Soul Severing Blade."

"Grivo has already gone to find that disaster - the Soul Slayer Gun is perfect for dealing with it, and what you have to do now..."

King Nuen's eyes flashed brightly: "It's a mouse trapped in a cage—to completely cut off the power and retreat of that thing!"

Nicolai and the king looked at each other deeply, then nodded firmly and respectfully: "We have no problem, Your Majesty."

"Please wait in the palace for news of our triumphant return."

But King Nuen shook his head: "I'll go with you."

At that second, Nikolai's eyes widened.

"Your Majesty, the front is very unsafe..."

King Nun raised his hand solemnly and stopped his words.

"Most of the White Blade Guards are here, and the Palace of Heroes may not be as safe as here."

"And I've never doubted—where the White Blade Guard is," King Nuen said with unquestionable majesty in his eyes, "it's the safest place in the world."

"Do you have any objection to that statement?"

Nikolai was shocked.

At that moment, Nicolai didn't say anything, but gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.

King Nun let go of his shoulders and smiled boldly:

"Come, my warriors."

"Today, we will step on the land of our hometown and rush to a war between humans and non-humans."

The old king raised his head, looked at the cliff in the sky, and at the heroic statue holding a spear.

"Today, we will follow in the footsteps of Nakaru."

"Go hunt the legendary scourge."

The White Blade Guards turned pale.

Nikolai's pupils gradually narrowed, and he slowly squeezed the weapon in his hand.

Nun VII turned to the Hydra in the distance, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled:

"Those crazy criminals who have committed heinous blood debts in our Northland no matter whether it was six hundred years ago or now."

"Those unreasonable freaks who have caused thousands of years of harm and endless disasters."

"Those evils that take pleasure in killing and gore."

"Those dregs who see us as ants."

King Nun clenched his fists and looked fiercely:

"Destroy everything!"

————

Giza fell limply to the ground, his originally rosy and healthy face suddenly turned gray and dry.

Moreover, this dull color is still intensifying on her face!

The hydra Kirika behind Giza sensed the state of its master and trembled crazily.

Following Kirika's movements, several tentacles appeared around the figure again, attacking the uninvited guest.

"Shua!" "Chi!"

Two sharp piercing sounds came from the smoke and dust.

"Ah—ah, no—Kilika, that's..." Giza roared in pain, trembling all over, his face getting darker, as if he was enduring torture.

Kirika suddenly writhed wildly.

"Crack!"

The ground between the magician and the figure was split open!

A huge blood-red tentacle extending from Kirika twisted wildly and broke free from the ground.

Vibrate constantly.

As if experiencing the most terrible torture.

I saw this bright red tentacle made of residual limbs, starting from the front, from the figure in the smoke, turning black and withering at an extreme speed!

Like a muslin soaked in ink, the blackness on the tentacles has been spreading towards the roots.

Extend to Kirika.

and Giza.

The blood magician raised his dark face, gritted his teeth, and roared angrily, "Don't even think about it!"

The next moment, the tentacle that kept turning black and withered, before the terrifying momentum extended to Kirika...

Just expand itself from the root, and then snap!

"boom!"

A large amount of blood burst out.

At that moment, Giza Trilman described herself as embarrassed and nervous.

Like a gecko cutting off its tail, it struggles to survive.

A moment later, it will be beyond redemption.

The trend of blackness and withering extended to the broken place, and finally became unsustainable, completely turning this huge tentacle into a dry and tired branch.

In the air, there was only the sound of Giza gasping on the ground.

Her face finally began to return to a rosy color.

The magician raised his head, gritted his teeth and stared at the front.

Staring at the figure walking all the way from the smoke and dust.

The figure in the smoke slowly approached.

Followed by, there is an unpleasant friction noise.

"Wow--"

Giza stood up from the ground, frowning slightly.

The visitor was tall and tall, but his steps were strange—every time he took a step, his right leg dragged.

Like... a cripple.

"Wow--"

The ugly sound continued, and it sounded like a delicate instrument rubbing against a rough rock surface.

Finally, a rude voice came from the smoke.

"The shield area is a sad place." The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing a strong and capable man: "Under the bold, optimistic and positive appearance of the northerners, it conceals the darkest and most obscure color of Dragon Clouds City."

"Wow--"

The noise continued.

This crippled man was about thirty or forty years old, with a flat face, only a high nose, and a stubble covered chin that made him look rough.

"Some people are born in this unfortunate place. The only thing left to them by their parents is poverty and hard work, and the only thing they have learned is tenacity and tenacity."

The man limped forward, his tone full of sadness.

"Wow--"

Giza's brows became tighter and tighter—she found the source of the noise: a two-meter-long metal spear dragged behind the man.

The pitch-black gun head dragged backwards on the ground, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

The blood mage's eyes were fixed on the long spear, and his eyes were full of strange colors.

"Some people come here just to get ahead, exchange the most precious present for the most unpredictable future, and preserve some memorable things for themselves, their families, and future generations."

The lame man was dragging the heavy spear vigorously with his right hand, and when the figure turned, his left face was exposed.

Giza saw his most conspicuous feature—the man had no left ear.

Where he should have been an ear, there was only a round hole left—as if it had been cut off by Qi Gen.

"But no matter who it is, there is a last resort. In this dilapidated place called the shield area, which doesn't even have a complete thick wall to shelter the wind and snow, take shelter for a bite to eat."

"Here, some people are busy and stingy, some are illiterate and trembling, some are lonely and hopeless, disabled, and some are impulsive and hot-tempered."

"Wow--"

The man limped forward with a mournful expression and a low voice.

"They are just ordinary people, but they are also poor people."

"But they are still at the feet of the most powerful people in Exeter, with the most contented attitude and the strongest smile unique to the Northlanders, doing the most humble livelihood, holding the meager income, and embracing The poorest hope, the bleakest life."

"They have no unmatched strength, no great feats, no respectable honors, no noble titles, no glorious bloodlines - but they still grit their teeth, swallow blood, tear, and tense every piece Muscle, struggling to survive."

The man stopped limping and stood in front of Giza.

He turned his head and glanced at a ruin.

There, quietly lay the severed hand of a child.

The man turned his head sharply, this time, his eyes were fixed on the magician without wavering.

It's full of indifference, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred—and dead silence.

"This is the shield area—a place where even the snow is pitch-black and dirty." The cripple said plainly.

"In the great Exeter, in the majestic Palace of Heroes, under the splendid glory of the Northland," the man's eyes swept across the surrounding ruins, revealing a trace of pain:

"We're struggling and we're dying."

"We are more Northlanders than the toughest Northlanders."

The lame man with only one ear looked cold, raised the spear in his hand, and looked at Giza.

"And you..."

"And even this miserable and unfortunate opportunity, this opportunity to gnash our teeth and snatch hope, is coming from our empty hands."

"Deprived of everything."

"We are in your eyes," the man gently closed his eyes, the gun in his hand was tightened more and more, his words were full of pain:

"Like a bug, trample on it at will and let it be kneaded."

"Is it."

"Catastrophe?"

The blood magician let out a deep breath, his eyes were extremely serious.

She didn't answer the man's words.

As if not wanting to waste time.

She just kept her eyes on the gun.

After a few seconds, Giza finally spoke slowly.

"After more than six hundred years..."

"The master of the soul-killing gun."

While comforting Kirika behind him, Giza gasped and said flatly, "You are such a cripple?"

The man snorted coldly.

The blood magician raised his head and cast his eyes on the cliff in the sky.

She glanced at the human hero, the Invincible statue of Necaru Ax, and looked down at the lame one-eared man, frowning.

As if doing a comparison.

After a while, Giza let out a long sigh:

"It's too far away, isn't it?"

The man stared at her closely without saying a word.

"Why, in this age..."

"As long as it is an extreme state," Giza said disdainfully, "can you master the legendary anti-demon weapon?"

"call!"

The one-eared man turned his hands, and the long gun made a strong wind sound, and the black tip of the gun pointed directly at Giza.

The tip of the gun vibrated slightly.

"Buzz..."

Just like a spear has a life of its own.

"Drew Grewer, an ordinary epee infantryman in Dragon Clouds City, is called up for service." He said in a deep voice.

"By the way," the lame man named Griveau said coldly, holding a soul-killing gun, "the entire shield area..."

"Let me cover it."

"Oh?" Giza's face turned cold, she gritted her teeth, but rarely smiled, "Then you have to thank me."

She looked around at the ruins of the surrounding streets and shook her head.

"Bring your home."

"It's so clean."

Griveau was not offended by her words.

The man just dragged his lame leg and took a slight step forward.

"It was just to say hello."

"You should also know the origin of this weapon." Grewal tapped the ferocious spear in his hand, and said silently: "When I took it ten years ago, Michael was about to take my other Ears chattering away."

The man's eyes began to become pure.

"Soul Slaying Spear, the great weapon of His Majesty Nakaru."

"All life in this world, from dragons to ants, from demons to flowers and plants."

"Once stabbed by this gun," Griveau stared at the end of his gun, his eyes sparkling, "everything in the body will be lost."

At that moment, the demeanor of the one-eared and lame man began to change.

It seems to have come to the most tragic battlefield.

"All life."

"All over the body."

Giza didn't speak.

"The touch of death," Griveau raised his head, emphasizing coldly, "It only takes a light touch."

The girl who always smiled gently looked at the gun emotionlessly at this moment.

His eyes didn't move for a long time.

As if remembering something.

"This is the incomparable ability of the legendary anti-demon weapon, the Soul-Slaying Spear," said the epee infantry who was wounded all over his body:

"'Kill Jue'."

Griveau drew back his spear, and watched his opponent carefully.

"Every piece of legendary anti-magic armor is designed for one or a certain magician."

"And this legendary spear is specially designed to deal with you..."

"For you, a guy who can't be sealed normally, the legendary anti-magic weapon was cast."

Griveau gently blew out a breath towards the tip of the gun:

"The plague of blood."

"The enemy of life."

The next moment, Griveau's eyes shot coldly.

"boom!"

His good left leg kicked the ground with a bang, and his strong but disabled body exploded surprisingly!

Rush towards the ugly Giza.

The ferocious Soul-Slaying Spear stabbed forward indomitably, with the invincible momentum of charging on the battlefield.

"Buzz..."

In the air, the pitch-black tip released joyful vibrations.

The vibration became more and more urgent.

As if longing.

Longing to release the touch of death.