Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales kneaded his forehead in pain. (Look and look at the mobile version)

He just felt that his trip to the Northland, which was originally clear and clear, was suddenly involved in an unreasonable mess.

The embarrassing thing is that it was Xing Chen's "self" who brought him to this point.

He really didn't know how to react.

Shouting "You guys suck" at the secret department?

"As mentioned above," Raphael's voice came steadily: "The candidate we pre-determined successfully activated the plague of blood, and it also went to find Ramon as planned."

Thales frowned.

Predetermined candidates.

Does Hei Jian know that he has also been a chess piece?

"But the Bane of Blood behaved strangely: it unleashed its power recklessly. We pre-assessed its strength against that person—it didn't have to be that way."

"This is strange," Morate's hoarse voice came from the disgusting black hole in Raphael's hand, and he seemed to be a little moved: "That murderer has always been very shrewd... What is it that makes the Does it not hesitate to risk its own life?"

Hearing these words, Little Slick looked curiously at Thales, but the latter frowned and stared back.

Damn.

Thales swore that he had tried his best to restrain his movements and expressions so as not to be exposed in front of everyone.

I.

He secretly said in his heart: The reason why Giza Trilman lost his composure...

it's me.

And Ashida.

Really bad……

Thales felt his heart beating faster and faster, and maintained a stiff expression without saying a word.

"Maybe that person's strength has exceeded our expectations, enough to rival the disaster head-on," Rafael whispered: "You know, he has grown very quickly."

Thales' heart sank: the cold figure holding a sword in one hand appeared in front of his eyes.

Finally, after a few seconds of silence, the Black Prophet spoke.

"This matter will be postponed for the time being," Black Prophet said in a slow but thoughtful tone, "I have a hunch that the truth is more than that, and it must be very interesting—the plague of blood, hehe.

Hearing this, Thales took a deep breath while trying his best to pretend.

Their tone of voice is really like...

It seems that the magician is a chess piece kneaded at will.

That night on Red Square Street, the scene of Ashida sitting in the chess and card room quietly moving chess pieces came to Thales' mind.

The magician of air, and the magician of blood...

They are sometimes crazy and sometimes wise, possessing a powerful force that is almost unparalleled for a while.

Countless lives in the shield zone, just like that... Thales thought of the flesh and blood monsters in Giza and those weird air currents in Ashida.

Actually someone would treat them as - pawns?

And - Thales couldn't help lowering his head, and glanced at his palm.

There was a wound he had made with his dagger, closed and scarring.

"What do you mean?" Cohen rubbed his head and blinked in confusion: "Why is it a danger for a magician to release his power?"

"Don't ask," Raphael hid his expression in the darkness where the lights couldn't reach, and said indifferently: "How to deal with disasters is a matter of the secret department."

"Oh, come on," Cohen frowned, and said unhappily: "In the past hundreds of years, some people in our family have held positions in the secret department. At that time, the secret department could..."

"Master Karabyan!" Raphael suddenly called out, interrupting the security officer.

"Because of this, and because of your family's connection with the secret department," Raphael took a deep look at Cohen, his red eyes flickering in the darkness, forcing the second half of the police officer's sentence back: "You That’s why we should keep our distance from the Secret Section.”

"This is advice."

The black hole in his hand trembled slightly.

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, and was immediately at a loss for words.

Miranda looked at Raphael thoughtfully.

"And then?" Afraid that they would linger on this topic for too long, Thales interrupted hastily: "What is the consequence of this accident?"

Wyatt, who was on guard by the door, glanced at the crack of the door, then turned around and made a reassuring gesture to Rolf.

Raphael sighed: "Under the madness of the disaster, not only the shield area was destroyed, but the White Blade Guard who went to stop it was also dealt a devastating blow, so that King Nun completely emptied Dragon Clouds City's available troops too much. Thorough, not even the defense around you."

"King Nuen died too quickly, and the black sand leader won too easily," the young man from the secret department continued what he said just now: "Up to now, the entire Dragon Clouds City is in chaos, and we have lost control of the situation."

"Isn't this exactly your plan?" Cohen, who had just suffered a loss, said with disgust on his face, "Paralyzed the defense mechanism around Nun VII."

"This is indeed our purpose of seducing disaster," Raphael said calmly, "but the process shouldn't be like this."

Miranda raised her eyebrows: "The process?"

Raphael nodded: "In the original plan, from the start to the end, the forces of Dragon Clouds City and Black Sand Territory should be maintained in balance, and King Nunn and Charman Rumba should stand on both sides of the balance in balance. end."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?" The prince raised his head, doubts crept into his heart: "Isn't your original intention to help Lumbah kill King Nuen?"

Raphael took a deep look at Thales with a solemn expression.

The black hole on his arm squirmed slightly, and the surrounding sharp teeth rubbed against each other twice as if they were alive.

Miranda couldn't help frowning.

"Of course not—not all," Raphael said seriously, "As I said just now, the goal of 'Dragon's Blood' is not revenge, not killing, but chaos—Exter's overwhelmed self."

"The secret department's cooperation with Lunba is not to help him; the secret department plans to assassinate King Nun, but it doesn't necessarily want him to die."

At that moment, there seemed to be a spark that flashed in Thales' mind.

"But Nunn fell prematurely," he murmured, replaying the scene of King Nunn's head falling to the ground over and over again in his mind: "So, it's too easy for Heisha to win, isn't it?"

He figured it out.

Raphael looked at Thales solemnly, and nodded slowly after a few seconds.

"What do you mean," Miranda's eyes moved when everyone else looked doubtful, and she subconsciously asked with a keen mind: "Shouldn't Rumba and Nunn decide the outcome so early?"

"Damn it, can you speak some lingua franca that I can understand?" Cohen thumped his right shoulder fiercely: "You just said that the accident happened to Disaster and Rumba? The plan that was not accidental originally, was it How is it?"

Raphael stared at his previous contemporaries, and couldn't help but think of the image of Cohen roaring and swinging his sword in the tower.

It seems that this guy has also improved.

I don't know if it's the Western Front, the Vigilante, or both.

Raphael sighed and said:

"If Exter is a vicious pack of wolves, then what we have to do last night is to let one of the wolves challenge the wolf king, and let other wolves of the same kind in the pack clearly see the process of the two fighting to death. "

"In order to achieve this goal, we need to make the two wolves fight hard enough, long enough, and evenly matched, instead of creating a new wolf king."

Morat at the other end of the black hole didn't make a sound, just quietly waiting for his students.

Raphael's pupils flinched, and at this moment, Thales also raised his head and looked into the eyes of the person from the secret department.

"According to our plan, in the duel between Nun and Rumba, once the balance of the two sides tilts to one side, we will properly support the other side," Raphael nodded slightly to the second prince: "Make sure this fight is not It will end too soon."

"For example, once Lombard's conspiracy is discovered in advance, we will provide convenience and information for his next move, and vice versa, if King Nun loses in this coup, we will help him through special means— - Adapt to the situation until the winner is determined between the red-eyed parties."

Cohen sighed and said with a headache, "Having said so much...Walton and Rumba, dragon gun and iron fist, who do you want to win?"

Raphael looked at the police officer with sharp eyes and a solemn expression, which surprised Cohen.

"It doesn't matter who wins."

"The important thing is that in the deathmatch between the two, the secret department, as the third party, holds an inconspicuous but small weight that can affect the balance of the balance, until both sides shed the last drop of blood, and finally achieve the result we want , " Raphael said seriously: "The secret department will look at the situation of the struggle and decide who is the survivor of this death struggle, and whoever wins is more in the interests of the stars."

"Decision?" Thales' face changed: "Who will decide?"

Raphael turned his head towards him, with firm eyes in his red eyes:

"I."