Kingdom’s Bloodline

Dragon Clouds City, the junction of the Armor District and the Shield District. Novel www.しWX

There were bursts of loud roars and faint vibrations from the direction of the shield area.

"We should evacuate with those residents."

A sassy female swordsman with black hair and light armor, and wearing thick black gloves, stood on a roof, frowning and staring at the tall figure in front of her: "It's not our duty to meddle in other people's business, it's not our job to ask for trouble." Not in line with our principles."

But that figure just looked at the midair of the shield zone in the distance, taking in the crazy and unusual blood-red monster in his eyes.

"Is this why Raphael asked us to leave?" Cohen pursed his lips worriedly, his brows constantly raised: "Is this what the secret department is going to do?"

"Did you hear what the residents said—that's the legendary Hydra Kirika."

Cohen clenched his fists tightly, and hesitation flashed in his eyes: "It's those disasters, it's the magician—those legends that we can only see in family records and files."

Raphael...

Cohen looked at the shield area that was almost in ruins, and his breathing quickened.

Did you do this?

is your plan?

Miranda frowned, looking at her contemporaries with a complicated expression.

"It's not without reason that the order officers evacuated the surrounding area."

"That's not something you should worry about."

"Dragon Clouds City must know how to deal with disasters." Miranda watched the hydra shake off a giant tentacle again in the distance, sighed and shook her head: "Besides, no matter what Raphael does or wants to do, It’s not something we can interfere with.”

Cohen was still staring at the hydra, his blond hair was covered with snow, but he didn't notice it.

"That's the Shield Zone, where the Big Leash lives—we sat in his hut before."

"Do you remember the guy who fought the orcs in Glacier Watch?"

Hearing the sound of destruction, Cohen's eyes were full of sadness: "He and his daughter.

"

Miranda didn't speak, but lowered her eyelids slightly.

After a while, she said silently: "There is nothing we can do."

Cohen was silent.

In the distance, as the hydra Kirika's movements intensified, more and more violent vibrations came slightly.

"You know what the most ironic thing is?"

A few seconds later, Cohen said to Miranda behind him with a blank face: "On the day we—you, me, and Raphael became the 'seeds', what Master Shao said to the eight of us on the giant knight statue If you pass..."

Upon hearing this, Miranda unconsciously put on her sword hilt.

"The mission of the Tower of Ending is to preserve the last, purest, and most transcendent fire for mankind," Cohen continued calmly against the background of the raging hydra in the distance: "Inheriting the power of ending, inheriting the spirit and spirit of our ancestors back then." mission."

Complex emotions flashed in Cohen's eyes.

"Always alert, always ready."

"When they make a comeback, the swords of the end will also unsheathed again."

Miranda raised her head, looked at the terrifying figure of the hydra, and gritted her teeth lightly.

"There is no distinction between races, countries, or priorities. We will regain the mission that belonged to our predecessors and reappear the glory that belongs to the 'disaster hunters'."

"In the darkest and darkest days, on the hell-like battlefield, in the last hours of mankind, we will walk against the crowd with swords and hope, face death as home, and move forward without hesitation."

"Rush to those almost invincible scourges."

"This is the initial and final mission of the Tower of the End."

"Rafael, as a seed with high hopes," Cohen sighed at this point: "But disaster..."

"Stop your meaningless and groundless speculation," Miranda interrupted him coldly: "We don't know what Raphael and the Secret Division did—maybe the Secret Division has a more important political purpose , maybe if they don't do this, the hydra will appear in Eternal Star City instead of Dragon Clouds City."

Cohn gave a rare sneer.

"Politics?" The blond police officer shook his head in disappointment:

"The Tower of the End's inheritance of skills for the protection of human beings is based on detached politics, and this is its most valuable feature - no matter how bad the relationship between the Tower of Ending and the Star Kingdom is, it has never rejected students from the stars. "

"But we regard these treasures shared by mankind and passed down for thousands of years as a means of killing each other," Cohen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Swordsmen are all proud of being born in the Tower of the End, but for more than 600 years , how many Terminator swordsmen really died at the hands of disasters, and died on the way to guarding mankind? How many died under the same swordsmanship and Terminator power inherited from the tower?"

Miranda's expression remained the same, but her voice was somewhat ethereal: "Not every student can escape the shackles of politics."

"Not every student has the same ideals and goals as the Terminator."

"But... Raphael?" Cohen sighed heavily: "In his capacity—compared with us, he should be the most detached person from these things, isn't he?"

Miranda watched his back quietly.

A few seconds later, the female swordsman put down her deep expression and laughed softly.

"Cohen," Miranda looked at Cohen who turned his head in astonishment, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Has anyone ever told you..."

"Perhaps you are not suitable to be a lord, or even a nobleman?" The female swordsman showed an intriguing smile, and asked with deep meaning: "Ideal and kind-the heir to the Earl of Walla Landing."

When Cohen heard this, he froze for a moment and looked at Miranda in a daze.

He turned his head, staring at the roof below his feet.

Lonely and lonely flashed in his eyes.

This time, Cohen was silent longer than ever.

Finally, the police officer's voice sounded in a trance.

"Ah, I know."

"From the first day of my life."

"I knew it," Cohen's voice was calm and unwavering, but it made Miranda feel sad for no reason: "I can't be a good lord."

"No way."

Miranda didn't speak.

At this moment, the two raised their heads as if feeling something.

In the next second, the two swordsmen fell off the roof vigilantly at the same time, and quickly and dexterously hid behind the wall.

A minute later, two figures flitted across the evacuated street.

One of the weird footsteps is relatively light, almost walking close to the ground, while the other is more normal, with a steady pace.

As far as movement is concerned—Miranda, who was hiding in the dark, thought: They all seem to be not weak players.

But both of them seemed to be injured, and their bodies were unstable.

"I think we should go to the shield area to find someone... even if there is that thing," one of them said in a very young and impatient voice, as if he was not satisfied with his companions: "I said, you can't say a word Words... oh, well, I remembered... you can't give a response—God, don't make those gestures I don't understand!"

etc.

Miranda saw the figures of the two people clearly, her pupils froze.

The next second, Cohen watched in surprise as Miranda stood up, left the hiding place, and stopped the two people passing by!

The two uninvited guests stopped vigilantly, and adjusted their posture to an angle that was easy to shoot.

But their hostility was quickly broken.

"Who are you……"

"At that time, Lady Sutherley's side..."

Thales' attendant, Wya Caso held his saber and looked at the female swordsman, his eyes widened in surprise: "Miss Miranda from Broken Dragon Fortress!"

"Why are you here!" Huai Ya asked in astonishment.

"It's a long story... how about you?" Miranda frowned. "What are you looking for? Is it related to that disaster?"

"This..." Huai Ya was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head hesitantly.

The other party was a noble from the Arend family, and even the heir to the Duke of the North who had tried to seize the throne.

The Prince's Disappearance...

But the next moment, Huai Ya frowned slightly, and he saw that Miranda opposite him also had a strange expression.

Both felt the tension in the air at the same time.

They turned their heads.

I saw the companion behind Wyah: a man with half a silver mask and metal prosthetics - trembling.

The Wind Follower who fixed a broken hand on his body, Rolf's eyes were red, staring at the blond police officer, his hands were shaking.

I saw him touch his throat with difficulty, and then let go of his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded.

Soon, Rolf's eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

Cohen narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking at this strange short-haired silver-faced man, his eyes glanced at him covered by clothes, but he could still hear the lower body with prosthetics, scratching his head.

Why are you looking at me like this?

Do we have a grudge?

"Excuse me," facing the other party's extremely unfriendly gaze, the police officer asked cautiously and confused: "Have we met?"

Cohen soon had no doubts.

The next second, Rolf flicked his right hand coldly, and a Hidden Blade popped out from his arm!

Seeing the familiar Hidden Sword, Cohen's eyes tightened.

A memory from not long ago flashed through my mind.

It was that night.

Scourgeblade, Groudon.

Girl with two swords.

he himself.

as well as……

The police officer frowned. He leaned over and put his hand on his sword.

Both Miranda and Huai Ya were taken aback, looking at the two people who were about to draw swords for no reason.

"So you're not dead yet, old friend from Red Square Street," Cohen stepped back vigilantly, his eyes were like swords, and his tone was cold:

"The scum of the Blood Bottle Gang."

The expression on the half of Rolf's face outside the mask became increasingly ugly. He made a low guttural sound and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

————

The rustling sound of flesh and blood rubbing against each other came from everywhere.

Like thousands of snakes swimming wildly in all directions.

How many threats, how many enemies, how many dangers do these friction sounds herald?

Amidst the weird rustling sound, Nicolai, who was under a dilapidated roof, gently opened his eyes.

The power of termination in his body began to function strangely, surging into his whole body wave after wave.

The next moment, the meteorite descended into the world like a thunderbolt, breaking through the eaves with astonishing momentum!

"boom!"

Following Nikolai's appearance, a dozen large and small blood-red tentacles appeared in front of him.

The tentacles trembled in unison, attacking him from different angles.

Nikolai in the air should have been unavoidable.

But his figure strangely began to flicker and blur.

All the tentacles reaching out to Nikolai rolled, whipped, struck and stabbed him back and forth.

And these deadly tentacles grazed his ears, armpits, soles, waist in the air... but almost without exception, all of them missed his body by a hair's breadth!

The air was torn apart by the tentacles, and the howling wind slid across the body of the meteorite.

At that second, Nikolai, who was unscathed, looked calm, and swung the soul-breaking blade out of thin air.

The trajectory and arc of the blade, as Nikolai's figure descended, formed countless ellipses in the air.

"clatter!"

Nicolai landed firmly.

Behind him, many broken tentacles fell and turned into fly ash.

Nikolai stood up, stabbing the Soul Severing Blade into the big tentacles in front of him calmly.

Soon, this limb of Kirika disappeared from the world.

It is much easier to parry weapons from all directions than on the battlefield——Nikolai thought to himself: After all, what you have to face is only "one" enemy.

He broke through from the edge of the shield all the way here, and the worries in his heart increased instead of diminishing.

The "enemies" on the road became more and more dense, and the figure of the hydra became bigger and bigger—obviously, he was almost approaching Griveau.

Hope nothing happens to him.

As one of the few extremist fighters who fought from the dead on the battlefield, Drew Greewer has an indomitable will to match his superb combat skills, rich and sophisticated experience, and an unstoppable attitude. Determination - This kind of warrior seems to be born to exist on a large-scale battlefield. No matter whether they are in adversity or have an advantage, they can create unimaginable miracles.

For example—Nikolai couldn't help but frown at the thought of that person—the Kingdom's Wrath in the south.

That's why, no matter how bad-tempered Grevet was and how bad his relationship with the officials of Dragon Clouds City was, he was still chosen to be the user of the Soul-Slaying Lance ten years ago—even though he took over the spear for the first time. On that day, he was still cursing and swearing at the generations of Grand Dukes of Walton and their parents, including Nun VII.

Of course, it was also because of his bad temper that the retired epee infantryman Griveau was no longer associated with titles, official positions, or wealth, and his name was not included in the "Five War Generals".

On the contrary, it has created a famous boss in the shield area and the hammer area.

Ahead is the place of the hydra.

Nicolai gritted his teeth.

Before any new monsters or tentacles came, Nikolai kept moving forward quickly.

Bypassing a ruin that looked like a collapsed mill, Nicolai was stunned.

He saw Griveaux.

The other party was not suppressed as he had imagined, he was powerless to fight back, or he had already fallen down—this was the worst situation he had expected.

Griveau stood in front of him well, with his back to Nicolai.

The Soul Slaughter Spear was still lying in his hand, and the tip of the gun was vibrating endlessly.

It wasn't Griveaux who really stunned Nicolai.

but around him.

Behind Griveau, there were countless corpses.

Adults, children, old people, men, women...

Most of them were dressed in rags and had serene smiles.

But his face was black—like dried wood.

Nikolai looked at the dead people all over the ground with an ugly expression. He had seen this kind of death before.

That's the effect of being hit by 'Kill Jue'.

but……

Nicolai looked at Griveau in disbelief.

"Grivo!" Nicolai shouted.

Griveau was slightly startled, and turned around slowly.

Nikolai clenched the Soul-Breaking Blade in his hand——Grivo didn't even notice that he was behind him, which was unimaginable in the past.

His current spirit is not right.

The meteorite thought to himself.

The lame former epee infantry trembled and turned around, looking at the meteorite.

Nicolai looked at Griveau's face in astonishment - it was covered with tears.

"It's you," Griveau bit his lip, another tear streamed down his face, and he said hoarsely and weakly, "Walton's lackey."

Hearing the familiar and unkind address, Nicolai felt a little more at ease in his heart.

But he still looked at the corpses all over the floor, and asked suspiciously: "What's going on? These people..."

"What's the matter?" Griveau was shocked, and his voice suddenly rose:

"what happened?"

Griveau clenched his teeth tightly and closed his eyes in pain:

"Didn't you see..."

Nicolai stepped forward and stood side by side with Griveau.

Facing the girl in front of him.

That girl with blood-red spots all over her face and a pleasant and gentle smile.

"Oh?" The blood magician chuckled, "Another one?"

Doubts appeared on Nicolai's thin and pale face.

"It's okay," Giza shook her head, her eyes revealing a relaxed look, "My reserves are enough."

The next moment, the magician gently stroked Kirika behind him.

The hydra trembled again, releasing two giant tentacles.

The tentacles kept trembling on the ground, and then slowly tore apart, opening two holes several people high.

Nikolai's pupils shrank!

I saw one, two, three... dozens of people slowly walking out of those two openings.

Walking forward was an old woman with a vicissitudes of life. She was first puzzled, then confused, and then looked at her whole body with horror on her face.

Dozens of people, big and small, men, women, old and young, all became astonished after the initial confusion.

Then...they all walked towards Griveau at the same time!

Nicolai turned his head abruptly and looked at Griveau: "Could it be that..."

Griveau shook his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears of grief and desolation.

"Grivo?" The leading old woman opened her eyes of fear, she seemed to know Greewo: "Good boy, what's going on? I remember just now..."

"Ah!" The old woman lowered her head in surprise, and looked at her shrunken and thin legs, one after the other, and walked forward with her body: "How can I... can I stand up? My legs are healed ?”

"Grandma Davao..." Griveau looked at the figure of the old woman, closed his eyes in grief, and slammed a gun on the ground: "Bastard..."

"No," the old woman immediately realized something, and she said in a panic, "My body...my body...why can't I move? Why am I walking by myself?"

Grandma Dawo was not the only one who had this kind of reaction. Out of dozens of people, almost everyone was in the same situation. Panic, fear, and shock appeared behind the crowd.

"what happened?"

"my hand……"

"Ahh! I can't walk so fast, I'm too old, I'll fall..."

"Oh my god, look, it's a monster! It's the monster I saw before I fainted!"

And yet the crowd kept going.

At that moment, the dazed Nicolai understood something.

"They couldn't help themselves..." Tears flowed out of Griveau's closed eyes again, and his voice was intermittent: "They... these civilians in the shield area, after being eaten by that monster, that biao, they didn't know what they did... ..."

"Now she controls their bodies..."

Nikolai watched in disbelief at the crowd who were advancing towards them step by step.

Watching them still quarreling, questioning, arguing, and even crying, shouting, and roaring.

Just like the most common shield residents.

"Ah, I didn't eat them."

"They are intact and independent individuals," the blood magician sighed: "Each of them is a life..."

Nicolai looked at the corpses all over the ground beside Grivo, and fully understood.

He took a step forward, and twisted his palm unconsciously due to anger: "Soul-killing gun?"

Griveau swallowed hard and shook his head in pain.

"It's different from other tentacle monsters..." The lame and one-eared man forced himself to suppress his grief: "'Killer' can't directly hurt her—the only ones who kill are these people themselves."

The blood magician smiled like a flower: "Yes!"

"Didn't you say that this area is covered by you?" At this moment, the girl who looked like a demon smiled, the blood-colored spots on her face looked strange and terrifying: "Then let me see, what is your determination... ..."

"I have thousands of people!"

The terrified crowd quickened their pace, tightly stuck between the two extreme and magicians.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Nicolai took a deep breath and calmed down.

"It's just ordinary civilians... Or, we can break through them without stopping, regardless of the cost," the meteorite shook the soul-breaking blade in his hand, and said coldly: "Go straight to that monster!"

Under the gaze of the meteorite, Grevet still shook his head with difficulty.

Nicolai frowned: He suddenly noticed that Griveau had many wounds all over his body.

The magician answered his doubts for him.

"Ordinary civilians?" Giza smiled lightly: "No..."

"There are thousands of them, with clear thinking and clear mind, and they can even speak by themselves..."

"But not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, not flinching, not stopping, without reservation, without hesitation..." The blood magician tilted his head, brushed his fingers across his lips, and smiled charmingly:

"Flesh doll!"

As her words fell, the leading grandma Dawo suddenly screamed!

The next moment, the old woman suddenly bent down and landed on all fours.

The crowd behind her burst into an uproar.

Under my exclamation, Grandma Dawo used both hands and feet like a cat, with a swiftness and speed that did not match her age and body, she jumped over a distance of tens of meters in a few seconds, like hunting prey, pounced To Griveaux!

"No!" Griveau yelled in pain, turned the gun head upside down, and swiped Grandma Dawo back with the handle of the gun!

Amidst Grandma Dawo's cries of pain, she flew back to a ruin and fell hard.

"boom!"

The bones of the old man seem to be very fragile, so Grandma Davao's left hand has been bent and deformed!

Nikolai opened his eyes angrily, watching Grandma Davao use her broken left hand to support the ground again under the cry of her own pain, and rushed back to Griveaux.

The old man's screams echoed in Nicolai's ears.

sorry.

sorry.

Griveau suddenly raised his head, shouting loudly:

"Ahhh!"

This time, Griveau opened his eyes angrily, and tremblingly handed out the tip of the gun in tears.

"laugh!"

One shot through Grandma Davao!

"Grivo... child..." Grandma Dawo's face was full of disbelief.

Then, Grandma Dawo's face turned black, she lost all vitality, and fell down slowly.

A collective howl of panic broke out from the crowd.

Griveau gritted his teeth and couldn't stop panting.

"Oh, these people are not as useful as my little cuties." The blood magician covered his mouth and chuckled, the blood spots on his face swaying like reeds in the wind: "Of course, facing them, you are also much weaker ..."

"Poor human."

Nikolai stared blankly at all this.

"They..." Griveau's eyes were red, he bit his lower lip, and pulled the gun head out of the old woman's body tremblingly: "They won't stop..."

The lame man squeezed the spear in his hand tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to make a fingerprint on it.

"No matter how injured or damaged, they will only climb up again..."

This is his shield zone.

"Come on wave after wave..."

These are the people he was supposed to protect.

"Intercept me, kill me..."

These... unarmed, innocent and innocent civilians.

"unless……"

Griveau roared with tears in his face, shook his hands, and raised his spear.

"killed……"

The crowd is getting closer.

Faces that were panicked, trembling with fear, and extremely familiar to him appeared in front of them.

"Kill them..."

Griveau, who was on the verge of collapse, was like a beast driven to the brink of death, and roared in grief and despair:

"—Kill them!"

Nikolai looked at the crowd approaching wave after wave, and then at the countless corpses that had fallen beside Griveau.

I just feel cold in my heart.

The blood magician tsk tsk: "Tsk tsk, the soul-killing gun... is it?"

There was unprecedented anger in her eyes: "I know the power of this thing better than you..."

"Its power in Naikaru's hands is much higher than that of a rookie like you..."

"But I am still standing here completely," the blood magician raised his hands, with a smile on his face, and a cold voice: "Guess, what does this prove?"

The magician grinned and looked up to the sky and laughed.

very good.

Giza thought quickly in an extremely excited mood: In this way, at least a lot of time can be saved.

Enough to search for the boy.

find him.

kill him.

save him!

With her thoughts, Kirika extended more and more tentacles underground.

On Nikolai's pale face, two blushes rose, and he spoke slowly and with difficulty:

"So, you have already imagined from the beginning, how to face the Soul Slayer Gun, right..."

"Start by absorbing your 'food'..."

The magician smiled brightly.

Griveau was shaking uncontrollably. He raised his head and looked at the crowd who were getting closer and closer. Looking at their expressions, his eyes were full of numbness and determination.

Nikolai stared at the inhuman opponent, feeling more and more heavy in his heart.

what to do.

Kill all these shield residents who are not actually dead?

Thousands, or even tens of thousands?

Fight her again?

"How could this be?" The Meteorite took a deep breath and slowly shook his head: "The "Book of Legends" recorded the Soul Slayer Gun, and also recorded you and the hydra, but why didn't this scene be recorded..."

"About this point, I don't know," the blood magician exhaled, and his smile continued: "But ah, I can guess something..."

Nicolai and Griveau both frowned.

"Do you know that the ability of the Soul Slaughter Spear was originally called 'Mie Sheng'?" The magician smiled slightly: "But later, it was renamed as 'Kill Jue'."

Griveau was shocked!

Giza chuckled. She raised her head and looked at the cliff in the sky. The statue of a hero who holds a spear and looks at the earth is a combination of perseverance, courage, compassion, tolerance and greatness.

"Originally, Naikaru has a blood relative heir..." The magician said indifferently: "His son, his younger brother, his nephew, his uncle..."

"The Acres family who love each other."

Nicolai and Griveau looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

"Until we meet on the battlefield..."

The magician narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly:

"Your so-called human heroes."

"That ruthless, cruel, terrifying man with a heart as hard as a stone..."

"Nakaru Ex."

In the eyes of the two, the horrible and cruel plague of blood gently raised her slender fingers and slowly pointed towards the advancing crowd.

"Personally holding the Soul Slaughter Gun..."

There was a strange and subtle red glow in Giza's eyes, and she lightly parted her cherry lips, telling the secret that made the two of them stand on end::

"Take them all..."

"No one left..."

"Kill them all."

"Kill absolutely."