Kingdom's Bloodline Chapter 731

  Chapter 731 The Living Dead

  In the intricate alleys of the new suburb, a group of people hurried and hurried, and finally found their priceless target by relying on the tracking skills of a wild hunter.

   Unfortunately they are doomed to disappointment.

  Chick!

  In the shadow of the sword, Lausanne II withdrew the blade from the body of a wide-eyed enemy, and took advantage of the situation to avoid the silver dart behind him.

   "Reinforcement, call for reinforcement!"

   "Go up!"

   "He's so good..."

   "Don't let him go away! A friend is worth five gold!"

   "Will he run away! Surround him!"

   "He got through! Be careful behind!"

   "Don't sleep buddy—too bad it's his ability..."

  The sword of Lausanne II seems to be alive. It flutters and dances with his body, interspersed back and forth among the high walls and narrow alleys. Every blow can achieve the maximum effect, making the opponent flustered.

  His steps are orderly, and he often beats the drums when he is under attack, shifting his shape and changing positions, escorting him out of the attack and encircling him, and starting the next one-on-one duel again.

   "I've seen you, I've definitely seen you! But aren't you dead!"

   "Run! That's Lausanne! Lausanne of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

   "What's the point again? What's so good about having a prefix? Our grandpa is enough to be the leader of the fraternity's "wolf" Feisu...a beautiful horse! It's reasonable for him, let's do it!"

   "That's right, I'm choking on his head! Prince Tias came and couldn't keep him! I said—ahhh!"

   "It's a big wok! He **** off Ah Da!"

   "The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true, he is resurrected!"

   "Impossible! Black Sword killed him!"

   Resurrection?

   Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

  Compared to Robert, he is far less lucky.

  Thinking back then, when he woke up from the nightmare that night...

  He just felt thirsty.

  Desperate thirst.

  Even if he lay on his stomach in the water tank, drinking water all night could not quench his thirst.

  Until the little girl who kindly took him in for recuperation got her hand scratched by a straw.

   So the monster woke up.

  Thinking of this, the bored and painful Lausanne II trembled, and the enemy who should have been dealt with simply groaned and suffered a few more seconds of pain.

   But his opponents were too poor to catch such a flaw.

  If Joaquin or even Bruno were replaced, he would suffer.

   "How many times do I need to say it? Garlic is useless! Even reciting the Sunset Sutra is useless!"

   "Beheading is useful?"

   "Isn't he a vampire? Why don't these blood bottles work?"

   "Since it's called a blood bottle... only the blood bottles of the Blood Bottle Gang are useful?"

   "Phantom Blade lied to us!"

   Lausanne II ignored the five or six mercenaries or bounty hunters who were shadowy in front of him, turned around and drew his sword instinctively, and reaped his next life amidst the screams.

   Of course the blood bottle is useful.

  The sword blade pulled open the wound, blood spattered, he subtly backed away to avoid being stained by blood.

  God knows how much pressure he has to bear every time he swings the sword, in order to contend with the monsters in his body.

【Blood. 】

  【No, shut up. 】

  He repeats, emphasizes, corners them.

   That day, the little girl who took him in died.

  And her parents who came to the barn after hearing the sound.

   Killed by monsters.

   Lausanne II was in a trance for a while.

   And he, he only found out after he woke up...

  I have nothing left.

   Only this body remains.

  This cursed, hated, disgusting body.

  The two enemies in front of Lausanne II were originally aggressive, but they suddenly became sleepy and fell down in a daze.

  The third person gritted his teeth, stabbed his thigh severely, and shook his head reluctantly.

  But in just a few seconds, Lausanne II pressed forward ghostly, and the sword flashed.

  Chick!

  The other party was bewildered and realized that he was terrified after his throat was cut. He held down the blood column that soared from his neck, turned around and ran away crying.

   "Ahhhh!"

【Blood! Blood! 】

【Shut up. You are not hungry, you are already full. ] Lausanne II scolded in his heart.

  【Not enough...fighting...more...blood...】

【roll. 】

   Lausanne II looked at his other opponents with fear in their eyes, holding a blood-dripping sword, stepping forward.

   "Let's not talk about it, should we kill an outdated old killer?"

   "You told me it's 'too old'?"

   "This is called a killer!"

  With the complete transformation from tissues and organs to musculoskeletal, and even thinking and spirit, he is no longer himself.

  There is nothing in this body...

   is his.

  Even the most loyal and reliable power in the past, the power of ending that he thought would accompany his life, left him without a trace.

  Even the swordsmanship moves that he was familiar with can no longer be used.

   All that remains is an oversensitized senses, a body as gray as rotten wood, a dim vision of night as day, and... a thirst for blood.

   And, of course, the fear of the sun.

   "I swear! They told me it was just a demented vampire!"

   "Do you keep your eyes open to see that this is 'dementia'?"

   "It's called a vampire!"

   He tried.

real.

  He tried, he tried to resist, countless times, countless times!

   But he can't.

   It's like facing the fate of the past.

  He couldn't resist.

  He was powerless to resist.

  How did he resist?

   "The news I got is that he is half-disabled and dying!"

   "You tm call this 'semi-disabled'?"

   "This is called Extreme Realm!"

  He is no longer that high-spirited knight squire, not that smug genius swordsman, not even that cruel and insensitive cold-blooded killer who has the same name as the heinous "bad blood" Lausanne in history.

  He's just a... brut on his last legs.

   A beast.

   Lausanne II regained his balance and gasped for a second.

Why?

  Why did things become like this?

   Is it because he is too weak?

   Is it because he is too weak to defeat the bloodthirsty monster in his body?

   Was it because he was too weak to block the stunning strike of the black sword in the heavy rain?

   Was it because he was too weak, unable to hold back the fear of defeat, and swallowed that drop of origin blood that was not meant for him?

   Is it because he was too weak to accept the decadent life and listened to old Turnbull's bewitching words?

   Or was it because he was too weak to practice his creed and raise his sword to kill himself in prison, so that the teacher would not have to cut off his hand to save him?

   Or was it because he was too weak to protect the flawless Crown Prince Midil to the death in the hands of those complex and changeable careerists?

   Or was it because he was too weak that he could not follow the arrangement of another group of people in the finals to slaughter Horace Bright Star openly and end the dispute for the throne?

   Or was it because he was too weak to hold back the desire for vanity in the general election, ignoring Aknett's well-fitting and majestic knight armor, and quietly sat in the auditorium?

   Could it be that he was too weak to see through the dangers of fate in the field ridges when he was a child, and simply rejected the hand that the great knight Joaquin extended to him with hope and expectation?

   At this moment, Lausanne II shook his left hand—he was hit by an arrow.

  Silver crossbow bolts.

  The familiar sharp pain came.

   His left side began to go numb.

Oops.

   Lausanne II forced back an attack, and found that the surrounding enemies had turned into red humanoid targets, pulsed and full of vitality.

   Full of blood.

   Not good.

  He swallowed subconsciously.

【Blood. 】

No.

   Suffering from blood loss, the monster in his body began to agitate, struggling to get out.

   And Lausanne II's eyes went dark, as if he had returned to the barn a long time ago, and saw the little girl who had fallen into the grains, the blood staining the grains red.

No…

   Right now.

  【Remember, attendant! A knight is not just a title...]

   Joaquin's voice suddenly came, which cheered him up.

  Since the encounter in the sewer, what the teacher said will always echo faintly in my ears.

   Very annoying.

  【...is a road of sublimation that is worth spending your whole life in comprehending and practicing! 】

  The next second, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

   Sublimation ass.

   Shua!

  His sword edge cut back resolutely, gouging out the silver arrow on his left arm, together with a large piece of smoking flesh!

  The wound on the arm healed quickly.

   His pain is still there, but the numbness is fading away.

  【...Why do we insist on this old-fashioned and backward chivalry, and insist on this creed that has long been scoffed at? 】

  Because you are just an old antique who dare not face the reality, fails and escapes all day long, deceives himself and others, and even tirelessly instills this set of fallacies into the student servants!

  Handro Joaquin!

  The unreasonable and nameless anger defeated the pain and blood thirst, and Lausanne II's swordsmanship changed suddenly!

   "His sword speed is too fast!"

  The words of the enemies grow more frightened:

   "No, the sword is not fast, it's just too strong!"

   "It's obviously a sword move, tricky and weird..."

  【Careful, if you no longer believe in these tenets...】

  Because they are inherently ridiculous and not worthy of anyone's belief.

   While Joaquin whispered in Joaquin's ear, Lausanne II swung his sword calmly.

  He is cold and decisive, and the monster in his body can no longer affect him.

   "This guy is using a knife! It's curved!"

   "How can one person say it one by one, what level is he?"

   "It must be because his sword is weird! I'm afraid it's some magical ancient weapon and ancient empire sword! Try to disarm!"

  The next second, Lausanne II sent out a clever thrust, sending the opponent who was frantically waving the chain and trying to disarm him to the prison river.

  【...When that moment comes, only you, only your heart knows: whether you are worthy of the name of knight or not. 】

   But that moment has come, Joaquin.

   Lausanne II thought coldly.

   And I know.

   is the name of a knight...

   Not good enough for me.

   "No, no, no, I recognize this person! He! It's him!"

   "It's Lausanne!"

   "The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true! He's back!"

   Lausanne II struck out another sword, piercing the heart of the last enemy, and finishing off another opponent.

  He took a deep breath, suppressed the blood thirst that was about to move again, and saw with satisfaction:

   The morale of the opponents collapsed and they dispersed.

  The ruthless killing solved a lot of troubles. Many bounty hunters who heard the news and saw the corpses and wounded all over the ground began to hesitate and retreat.

   Lausanne II retracted his sword and turned around, stepping out of the alley.

   How far is it to get to the abandoned sentry tower in the distance?

  Yes, that sentry tower.

  He's going there.

There.

   he thought so.

  It seems that as long as you take that place as the end point, you can stop thinking about things after the end point or before the start point.

  He can only think so.

  But after walking for a while, footsteps sounded from behind—someone caught up again.

more than one.

   Lausanne II smiled, and he touched the hilt of his sword again.

  Thales stood alone on the sentry tower, playing with the telescope in his hand.

   "Okay, he's gone."

  Thales spoke suddenly.

   "As you said, you couldn't wait to please me," Thales said to Haoyue very strangely without looking back, "Now, what do you have to say?"

   A breeze blows, and there is silence on the sentry tower.

  Thales frowned.

  Finally, when the prince was getting impatient, another voice sounded faintly:

   "Please forgive me, Your Highness."

  Thales turned around.

  The Counselor of the Kingdom of the Night, Count Le Corleone appeared silently, stood in front of him, and respectfully saluted:

   "It is not my wish to bother Your Highness during this mission, let alone His Majesty Katerina's wish."

  Thales stared at him for a long time.

   But Li's expression remained the same, like an ancient well.

  Thales snorted.

   "Understand, of course I understand, why don't you understand?"

   What else can I do if I don't understand?

   Pull out your fangs?

  The prince raised his head unhappily, and looked at the night sky: "I guess you want to say, this is all forced by my father, right?"

   Speaking of this, I know it all too well.

  Li evoked an extremely uncomfortable mechanical smile, neither admitting nor denying:

   "Your Highness can understand, that's great..."

   "Got it..."

  Thales didn't want to tangle with red tape with him anymore, and hit the topic directly:

   "Tell me, what is the relationship between Lausanne II and you? How did he hook up with Federico? His purpose is related to—"

  Thales paused: He found that from this moment on, Li was frozen and motionless.

  It seems to be absorbed in thinking about the problem.

   No matter what Thales said, there was no response.

   Isn't it?

   Are you pretending to be dead like this?

  Thales took a deep breath:

   "Okay, um, just now thank you for reminding me secretly, I didn't fall into Yannick's way, I will remember your kindness..."

   But Li still remained motionless.

   Better than stone carving.

  Thales had to earnestly say:

   "Please, he has already left, you Kingdom of the Night's prestige has been played, and you have gained face..."

   Just give some lining!

  Li still didn't respond at all.

   "What's wrong? Asleep? In meditation? Hehe! Hehe!"

  Thales couldn't help stretching out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

   "Hey, hey...it's dawn...the sun is out...Serina is here...Lamley is resurrected...Kotrina's down..."

  The next moment, Li suddenly looked up!

   Thales was taken aback.

   "Very good, now we can be sure that the fourth-generation junior is out of the maximum range of eavesdropping." Li Dan said.

  Thales was stunned for a moment, and became angry after realizing it.

   "Just for this? You, can you next time—"

   But Li seemed to know the timing of speaking, he spoke before the prince was furious.

   "As far as I know, Lausanne II got at least one source blood before his death, took it by himself, and successfully reincarnated—do you know what source blood is?"

   Thales paused.

   Source blood.

   "Of course, who doesn't know about Origin Blood." Thales said calmly.

   "That's why, Lausanne II, he has no elders or relatives in the kingdom of the night, no guidance and no one to discipline, he is a natural outlier." Li solemnly said.

  Natural outliers.

   The lone star of the evil spirit?

  Thales sighed.

   "Okay, that's the origin blood given to him by some old guy outside the Kingdom of the Night? Whose order is it? Does it have any relationship with favors—"

   "It wasn't given by the blood race."

  Thales was taken aback:

"What?"

  Li shook his head, and said eloquently: "According to common sense, original blood can only be condensed by powerful blood, and it will evaporate and lose effect in a short time..."

  His eyes turned cold:

   "However, what Lausanne II took was the only kind of solid source blood that can leave the body of the vampire and store it in a container for a long time, so that its efficacy will not fade."

   "Solid source blood?"

  Thales reacted:

   "That means that Yannick is wrong, there are still people in the world who can pass the source blood outside..."

   "However, solid source blood, this is not what the blood race can and dares to create."

  Li interrupted him. The earl was serious and cold at the moment, making Thales fold his arms involuntarily.

   "It's the old alchemy tower mages who used cruel special methods and expensive tools at the cost of the lives of one or more blood races..."

  Thales opened his eyes wide.

  Li's tone was calm, but he closed his eyes:

   "...It is alive and **** from our clan, and it is forcibly refined."

What?

   Distilled at the cost of life...

   Wait, he just said...

   "You mean, mage?" Thales said in surprise.

  Li nodded, with melancholy in his eyes:

   "It's like the eternal oil extracted and processed from the eternal whale."

   "Mage, refining, life, solid source blood..." Thales murmured for several seconds.

  He reacted:

   "But at that time, why did the mage in the Alchemy Tower do this? Capture a blood race and...research? Or is it pure hatred?"

   "It's interests."

   Li said softly.

   "The reason why original blood is precious is because it can preserve the essence and vitality of life - when used on ordinary people, it can cure incurable diseases, revive the dead, make flesh and bones, and even prolong youth and life span."

  Cure terminal illness, living dead, flesh and bones, life extension, evergreen...

  Thales estimated the meaning of these words and became more and more shocked.

  Li closed his eyes and sighed.

"During the Empire era, even after the War of the End, and before the signing of the "Convention between the Nations of Human Beings and the Immortal Species," for various reasons, many people—often big men, princes and generals—were willing to offer a lot of money to seek the source Blood, hunt our family," he said with a sad face, "it is not perfect because of the fate of many blood families."

  Thales was silent for a long time.

  Li opened his eyes:

   "But all in all, Lausanne II is not a direct descendant made by us—he was reincarnated from solid blood into a blood race, which itself represents the tragedy of other races."

  He looked at Thales:

   "When the Emerald City changed drastically, he took Federico and fled to the Eastland. When he found us by instinct, he was already a blood race."

  Thales frowned:

   "You mean, he escaped with Federico?"

"certainly."

certainly.

  Thales hummed softly inwardly.

   Of course you would say that.

   In short, it has nothing to do with you Corleone, you were just found, and you couldn't bear it, so you passively sheltered them.

   "In the final analysis, it's your fault." The prince said angrily.

  Li was silent.

   "So he is really, as Yannick said, an outlier without elders?"

   "It's worse than that." Li's words caught Thales' attention again.

  The blood clan with the face of the Far East watched the battle under the sentry tower from afar:

   "At the beginning, when he took the source blood, his original intention was to save himself and survive the difficult battle. However, he had an accident and died within a short period of time. This stimulated the source blood to take effect and began to transform."

   "So, his transformation was an accident," Thales kept up with the rhythm, frowning, "Lausanne II...isn't even ready to become a blood race?"

   "Exactly," Li nodded, "so, he is not only an outlier, but also a rejecter."

   "Rejector?"

  Li looked at Thales:

   "You know, in history, there are very few examples of extreme masters transforming into blood races."

  Thales nodded, remembering what Yannick said.

"Yes."

  “That's why we were surprised and excited when we saw examples like Lausanne II.”

  Li's tone became more serious:

   "But we quickly discovered that the precedents are rare and not unreasonable. As a master of the extreme realm, Lausanne II's identity experience before his reincarnation became his biggest obstacle."

   "What hinders?"

   "He doesn't want to be a blood race."

   "Will not?"

  Li nodded.

"Although we have high hopes for him, Lausanne II is stubborn. He refuses to let go of the past, refuses to admit the facts, and disdains to be with us. He despises the identity of the blood race and rejects our way of life. He insists on regaining the feeling of being human. Practice swords every day, almost crazy.

"No matter how many times we persuade him, persuade him to be reborn and let go of the past, persuade him that the power of ending has long since left him, persuade him to swing the sword ten thousand times and never return to the old view, he will not believe it, let alone Accepting help and guidance, and taking blood and eating is regarded as a shame.

  "The result can be imagined. He was captured by the blood thirst that is getting better and better day by day, and even his spirit gradually became problematic. We had to use the black coffin of the dark night to reconcile his spirit and calm his blood riot."

   "He still refused to accept you in the end?" Thales asked.

  Li shook his head:

   "He won't accept himself."

   "Then what do you do?"

   Speaking of this, Li couldn't help but sigh:

   "In the end, we have to come to a painful conclusion: as stubborn as he is, as lost as he is, he will never become a part of us, nor will he be willing to be used by us."

  Distressing conclusion?

  Thales frowned:

   "You don't mean to—"

   "Exactly."

  Li nodded without a doubt:

   "For the vampires, a Rejecter who has an extreme fighting consciousness, a sensitive identity, is out of control, and is transformed from a terrifying solid source blood is a great risk."

  The Earl's eyes were full of murderous intentions:

   "He must be executed."

   Execution.

  Thales looked at the opponent, then at the encirclement under the tower, and sighed:

   "Let me guess, something went wrong with the execution?"

  Li nodded expressionlessly.

"Although his strength is no longer what it used to be, Lausanne II is not willing to be slaughtered. Although he has no finishing power, he practiced sword day and night, and gradually found a way to exert force suitable for the body of the blood race, using all his superb swordsmanship Pick it up—even with the convenience of the body, and then benefit.”

  Thales sighed:

   "Something went wrong when the experimental rats were terminated because the experiments made them stronger—why wasn't it surprising to me?"

  Li couldn't understand what he said, so he just continued:

   "It's fine if that's the case, but unexpectedly, he fell into madness in the fierce battle of life and death, and awakened an extremely rare spiritual ability. We were caught off guard, and the execution team was wiped out."

  The whole army was wiped out...

  Thales said solemnly:

   "Evil whisper?"

  Li's eyes dimmed.

"This is Chris's name. In short, the situation is far beyond imagination. It took us a lot of generations to fill the loophole, re-lock the crazy and out-of-control Lausanne II, and separate his connection with the black coffin. And including Including us, the major families suffered heavy casualties in that battle, and many older members of the Extreme Realm family even needed to sleep to heal their wounds, and they have not woken up yet."

   "So exaggerated?"

   "After the increase of the black coffin, his weird abilities can only be exaggerated."

  Li raised his head and looked straight at Thales:

   "Unfortunately, that also weakened the guards of the Prison of Blood, allowing the unpardonable felons inside to take advantage."

   Prison of Forbidden Blood...

   "Repetition..."

  Thales chanted these words, and suddenly his expression changed drastically!

Could it be that-

   "Exactly."

  Li's voice was steady, but his eyes were cloudy.

  "Not long after that, Serena Corleone, a felon who committed a heinous crime, escaped from the empty blood-forbidden prison under Chris' internal support, and even stole the black coffin of the dark night.

   "Headed by Her Majesty Katerina, our family pursued across the sea until we reached the birch forest in the north of your country. We paid a more painful price before we were able to recover the black coffin."

  Li looked at the stunned Thales with a humble attitude:

   "Of course, your Highness must know this part better than me."

clear.

  Of course it is clear.

   Don't know!

  It took Thales a long time to digest this series of chain reaction events.

   Lausanne II, he is not only the chief culprit of the disaster in the Emerald City.

   Even the instigator of the disaster in the birch forest in Thales many years ago?

   Okay.

  Catch up!

   He blinked in disbelief.

   "Damn it," Thales reacted, agitated, he didn't even bother to speak properly, "then this **** enmity, this troublemaker, why do you still keep him? Is it Chinese New Year? Why don't you hurry up and send Lausanne—"

  Thales' words came to an abrupt end.

etc.

  He looked at Li with empty eyes, and suddenly understood.

   "You fear him."

  Thales murmured, remembering his encounter with Lausanne II.

   "Facing the most unique and strange vampire individual in thousands of years—no, he can't even be considered a vampire," he frowned, "you are afraid of him, let alone kill him?"

  Li lowered his head and avoided his question:

   "The last reckless execution caused such a disaster. We suffered heavy losses, and the major families complained about Corleone."

   Although I didn't support it much at first.

   "For the safety of the neighboring country, under the mediation of Master Federico, we reached a compromise with Lausanne II—the process is really insignificant."

  Thales took a deep breath.

   Reorganized the secrets of Lausanne II.

  So finally back to the original question:

   "Very well, how to solve it now?"

  Thales said with a headache:

   "Could it be said that the world is underground, and no one in this world can control—"

  Li interrupted him again at the right time:

   "Because of the terrifying power he displayed, we specifically traced the source blood that Lausanne II took."

  His eyes are burning:

   "And finally confirmed the source."

  Thales' eyes brightened:

   "Very good, at least it can give some clues—whose blood is it? Which blood family?"

  Li did not speak.

  Thales had a bad guess in his heart:

   "Could it be—Lamli, the Nightwing King?"

  Li sighed softly:

   "Higher."

  Thales was stunned.

   "Higher?"

Etc., etc…

  In this world, from childhood to adulthood, in everyone's cognition, is there any blood race that is higher and more powerful than the Nightwing King?

  Under the moonlight, Li Linran said:

   "What he took, and finally transformed himself, was the blood of the world's first longevity species, the ancestor of the blood race—Prince Philip Corleone."

  Philip…

who?

   What first?

  What ancestor?

"We speculate that Lausanne II's successful reincarnation as an extreme body, and the sudden change after reincarnation are all due to this-Prince Philip lived in the empire era, and their way of coagulating blood is more primitive and rough, unlike Today, a modern vampire who has absorbed countless experiences is as proficient and follows the rules."

  Before Thales was confused and unbelievable, Li remained calm:

   "But to put it bluntly, the current Lausanne II, like me, Her Majesty Katerina, and the power holders in many families, is the second generation of blood.

   "It can be said exactly that since the rule of the first generation of elders came to an end after the 'Night of Unyielding', Lausanne II is the existing blood family. Except for His Majesty Lanli, the bloodline is closest to the original ancestor himself.

"If you follow the traditions and laws of the blood family, except for the long-gone Prince Philip, no blood family in this world—including His Majesty Lanli—has the right to use blood seniority to order him, restrain him, reprimand him.

   "Let alone end him."

   It was quiet on the abandoned sentry tower for a long, long time.

"I don't understand."

  Thales came back to his senses, and hurriedly asked:

   "Lausanne II was just a mere gangster killer before. How did he get the original blood worth tens of thousands of gold, even belonging to the ancestor of the blood clan? Behind him—"

   "He refused to speak up and refused to cooperate—this was also the reason why the patriarchs wanted to execute him in the first place." Li Leng said coldly.

  Thales frowned.

   "However, the matter is of great importance. We have been tracking down this source blood," Li continued, "We don't know where it is sourced from and how it is refined."

   "But how it flowed into the hands of the world, we have dug up some clues, and we are about to discuss it with His Highness."

  Thales swallowed his throat: "What clue?"

  Li looked at him carefully.

   "Decades ago, a big man with power in the Western Continent was seriously injured and was on the verge of dying," the blood clan said very slowly, observing very carefully, "Going up and down the world, seeking panacea everywhere."

   Panacea…

  Thales frowned.

  By the way, source blood can... living dead, flesh and bones?

  I see Li continued:

   "We have reason to believe that the mysterious and terrifying solid source blood has gone through games in the hands of many powerful people, and after many twists and turns, it finally fell into the Kingdom of the Holy Tree."

What?

  Thales' eyes moved.

   "The holy elves will hand it over to their most powerful allies in the human world."

  The most powerful... human ally of the Holy Tree Kingdom?

  Thales was stunned.

   "That's right, Your Highness."

  Li bowed again:

   "The precious solid source blood that originally belonged to Prince Philip is enough to bring the dead back to life..."

  He said coldly:

   "It was originally prepared for the crown prince of your country—Middle Canxing."

   "This dare to chase forward..."

   Lausanne II stopped and turned around:

   "What are your backgrounds?"

  Unexpectedly, Lausanne II did not see any well-dressed or professionally equipped soldiers.

   Instead, there was an uneven and patchwork team.

  Like a group of remnants and defeated generals.

   "I'm not important." Among the chasing team, a swordsman with old leather armor gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

   Lausanne II raised his gaze.

"But, Tate Bischoff, remember? He's my friend, very, very good...friend," the swordsman stared at him, "until you pretended to be his name and broke into the general, Make him the laughing stock of the entire Emerald City."

That's it?

   Lausanne II shook his head in disdain.

  Friend's reputation.

   Is this worth dying for?

   "He was originally a commoner, with such a reputation and past, Tate him, he can no longer be a knight," the swordsman suppressed his grief and anger, "You took away his knight ideals."

   Lausanne II was silent.

  Knight, yes.

   Then this is also for the good of that Tate.

  The killer's eyes are cold:

   If his ideals are so cheap.

   and childish.

   "Hey, Killer!"

   On the other side, a muscular man also took a step forward, tightening the glove and bladed ring on his hand.

   "Tanaser, Thorgon, and Borwen—the three fighters who died at your hands, remember?"

   Boxer?

   Lausanne II frowned.

  He found he couldn't remember.

These days, except for "work", he locks himself indoors most of the time, and only when he really can't bear it, he goes to find—he doesn't want to think about it—the source of blood. A vicious looking guy.

   The monster is responsible for the rest.

  Looking at his appearance, the strong man smiled sadly.

   "Of course you don't remember." The man looked sad and angry, "Anyway, the life of a boxer is cheap, and no one will be sorry if he dies."

   What's more, the strong man thought to himself, among them, Tanase is a fool with a sick mind, who fights black fists, and just wants to make a dowry for the daughter who refuses to recognize him to the death.

  Suo Geng is a former criminal, no matter what he got in for, after he gets out of prison, his life will be ruined, and he will never be able to find a serious job again.

  As for Bo Erwen, dragged down by his father, although he didn't do anything, ha, but he is no different from an ex-convict.

   They died and no one remembered.

   No one cares.

  Emerald City doesn't care either.

   Lausanne II was silent for a few seconds, and turned his gaze to the opponent's ring: "Are you also a boxer?"

   "Yes, hang out with Gutierrez," the burly boxer sneered, "but not now."

  Go **** the Vial Gang.

   Boxer thought.

  So many fighters died, just ignore them.

   will only treat them like donkeys.

   "What do the three dead people have to do with you?"

  The boxer sneered and clenched his fist ring:

"Leave me alone."

   Lausanne II frowned.

"I, I dig out, dig out the dung, dig out the dung," the third young man who spoke looked stupid, spoke intermittently, and was carrying a rusty shovel. Seeing the eyes of Lausanne II, he flinched and retreated. "But my father said that if you owe someone, you have to pay it back."

   Lausanne II narrowed his eyes:

   "I owe you?"

   "I owe Boss Roger."

  Roger.

   Lausanne II had a thought.

  In the blood bottle gang, the loyal leader of the dung worker.

   "But a long time ago, Boss Roger's boss owed me," Lausanne II sneered, "Who will pay me back?"

  The stupid young man froze for a few seconds, panicked:

   "Ah, he owes him, he owes you, I owe him, then I, I, I..."

  He wrote "what to do" on his face, calculated in fear for a while, and then timidly made up his mind:

   "I, I'll pay him back first."

   Lausanne II smiled dismissively.

   "With your virtue, your father is willing to let you come?"

  The idiot was silent for a few seconds, then bowed his head aggrieved: "Dad died while digging out the dung."

   "Boss Roger paid for the burial."

   Lausanne II's smile slowly disappeared.

  In the other direction, a strong female warrior, dragging a spear and a wounded leg, limped forward with difficulty.

   Lausanne II thought she looked familiar.

   "Dosalan fought you before." She reluctantly said, "You are better than Duosalan, much, much, much better."

   Lausanne II couldn't understand what she said. It seemed to be the peninsula dialect in the south of Donglu, which was far from the common language.

   But this did not prevent him from seeing the fighting spirit in the opponent's eyes.

   No, not just fighting spirit.

   is even more decisive.

   "Dan Duosalan came from the red soil, carrying the hope of the whole village."

  The female warrior grabbed her weapon tightly, took a deep breath, and spoke her native dialect that no one could understand.

  Yes, she is the hope of the whole village.

  Dothalan must earn money to pay off the debts of Lord Governor Humble.

  There are so many debts that even the village elders can't count the money.

  So Duosalan can't back down.

  Whether you enter the quarterfinals of the general election, you will get a bounty.

   Still kill this swordsman and get the bounty.

   As long as that...

  In the village, there is no need to sell the children to the governor to pay off the debt.

   "I don't know this country woman with arms bigger than her legs, and I don't understand her dialect," the burly boxer poohed, "but guess what, I like her."

   Lausanne II looked around, looked at the group of "defeated generals" who surrounded him back and forth, looked at the resolute eyes in their eyes, and shook his head:

   "You are going to die."

   Many people laughed.

  He doesn't have to repeat it a second time.

  Because they have rushed up.

  No hesitation.

  clang!

   Lausanne II blocked the spear of the female warrior,

  The scene was chaotic, but the outcome was clear.

   Among them, there is neither a superhuman master, nor a talent like Mallos who is good at battle formation coordination and on-the-spot scheduling, and there is no cooperation and tacit understanding at all.

  Purely relying on blood and courage...

   Just die.

  The first one to die was the swordsman who came for the friend he pretended to be—what was his friend's name?

boom!

   Lausanne II opened the foolish boy's shovel, without flowers or coincidences, and with a backhand sword, it pierced through the fragile abdomen of the swordsman.

   "That friend of yours is not worth it." Lausanne II said coldly.

  The swordsman realized something, he let go of the long sword, with tears in his eyes.

  He stared blankly at Lausanne II with blank eyes, his lips trembling.

   "It's worth it." The swordsman whispered his last words.

   Lausanne II was about to disdain to draw the sword, but at that moment, when he saw the corner of the swordsman's mouth unconsciously raised, and the determined and relieved smile, he suddenly understood something.

   That Tate might not be worth it.

   But love is worth it.

   Lausanne II was stunned.

   Because in this day and age, that's the only way.

   There was a shout of killing behind him.

  At that moment, Lausanne II only felt a strange emotion welling up in his chest.

   Not blood thirsty.

   is far better than blood thirst.

  The next second, the inexplicably angry Lausanne II roared, and pulled the blade out of the swordsman's abdomen!

boring.

boring!

  He repelled Dosa Lan, turned around, and slashed fiercely with the long sword in his hand!

  clang!

  A vertical shovel broke off at the point of the sword.

   At the same time, a pair of arms of the silly boy were broken.

  The latter looked suspiciously at the bright red spray from the severed arm, and then looked at the blood line that gradually fainted from his chest, and shook violently.

   "I owe it, I owe it, I owe it to Luo, Boss Roger, I want to pay it back, pay it back, pay it back..." He widened his eyes and muttered to himself.

   "You have nothing, idiot."

   Lausanne II mercilessly passed by the young man, knocking his upper body off with his shoulder.

   "Repay what you have."

  The stupid young man split into two and fell to the ground, his ravings getting smaller and smaller.

  However, Lausanne II's sense of blood still captured the last words of the last sentence exactly:

   "Take...life...repay..."

   Lausanne II couldn't help closing his eyes.

  This **** body.

   Damn hearing.

   And this self-righteous fool is retarded.

  Why he just doesn't understand…

  Roger doesn't want anything back from him at all!

   Hoo!

  The wind came.

   Lausanne II didn't need to open his eyes at all, so he dodged the boxer's attack predictably, and then stabbed the female warrior straight!

  Dosalan let out a roar, opened the distance, and prepared to swing his spear to sweep!

   Very good coping.

  If her leg didn't hurt.

   Lausanne II's wrist trembled slightly.

  Chick!

   There was a soft muffled sound, and the female warrior was stabbed in the neck.

  She touched the ground with her spear, feeling the heat surge in disbelief.

  But in the next second, Duosalan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pushed forward against the bleeding on his neck!

  clang!

   Lausanne II parried her final spear blow and watched her slowly collapse.

   "You are a warrior." He whispered, suppressing the trembling in his voice.

  The female warrior did not understand what he said.

  She just looked at the ground and smelled the soil that was completely different from the red soil in her hometown.

it does not matter.

  The female warrior slowly closed her eyes.

   Dothalan failed.

   But there are others.

   Red God bless.

  Other sisters, other brave and fearless God-bless war wives heading for different destinations...

  Each of them... is the hope of the whole village.

  They... can do it, right?

  clang!

   Lausanne II turned around and backhanded, punched hard with the blade of his sword, and took two steps back.

  clang!

   It was another punch, and a spark shot out from the steel ring.

   Lausanne II drew his sword in time and counterattacked, but facing the sword, the strong boxer just instinctively stepped forward and punched!

  clang!

  The fists and swords intersected, sparks splashed everywhere.

   Unable to keep the distance, Lausanne II frowned: The opponent was unreasonable, ignoring offense and defense, and turning a blind eye to his possible injury, just blindly approaching step by step, roaring and throwing out punch after punch!

  clang!

   Some punches were thrown in the air, while others were blocked.

  clang! clang! clang!

   Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

  In terms of strength, this boxer is not as good as those swordsmen or hunters in front of him. The force of each punch is quite satisfactory, and he is tough.

   is the black boxing arena style of play.

but…

   Lausanne II looked at this red-eyed man who was intent on punching forward regardless.

   But there is one thing about the boxer, which is more terrifying than all the previous ones:

   He is not afraid of death.

   is also good at risking his life.

  Only for this point, he is a hundred times more dangerous than all the people who blindly sent to death before, and even some extreme experts who are content with the status quo and cherish their wings.

  Fei Suo can even recruit this kind of people...

   He deserves to be the biggest drug lord in Star Kingdom.

   Lausanne II narrowed his eyes.

   But stop there.

  The next second, he changed his sword technique, the sword body rubbed against the fist ring, and stuck to the opponent's fist with strange force!

   Shua! Swish!

  He held the sword like a violin, and exerted force like sawing wood. With just two swords, he pulled out deep and visible bone scars on the boxer's arm!

  The boxer grunted in pain, and as soon as his fist softened, Lausanne II seized the opportunity and pierced his chest.

it's over.

   But at the same time, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes wide, he pushed the boxer away, and dropped his sword!

Ding! when!

  There was the sound of metal clashing in the night sky, and a figure grunted, passed over the head of Lausanne II, and rolled to the ground.

  The feeling of fighting against each other...

   Lausanne II lowered his head, looked at the fast-recovering knife wound on his wrist, and looked at the uninvited guest again:

   "Black silk?"

   On the other side, Leyok stood up with difficulty, and also looked at his wrist—his wound was bigger than that of Lausanne II.

   "You keep the best distance, and you are the most cautious and patient in your shots." Lausanne II pondered for a while, "It seems that you know me better than them."

  Laiyoke sneered, and stared at the other party not to be outdone:

   "Yeah, maybe all too well."

   Lausanne II shook his head and raised his sword:

   "Not understanding enough."

   "I know I can't kill you, but I'm just curious."

  Lyok covered his arms and gritted his teeth.

   "Besides being able to fight," Quiet Killer pouted, "what else is there that you are worthy of her."

   Lausanne II was stunned.

  The next second, Leyock turned and evacuated, disappearing into the alley.

   Lausanne II looked at the direction where the enemy was going away, in a daze.

what did he say?

Snapped!

   Lausanne II turned his head - the dying boxer pressed his wound, stood up staggeringly, and grabbed his clothes.

  The blood killer shook his head and was about to leave.

   "They follow me..."

   Lausanne II meal.

"What?"

   "They," said the boxer with the last of his strength, "didn't kill me."

   Lausanne II was taken aback.

What?

right.

  The boxer thought in a trance: That year, when he fled to the Emerald City and had no food or drink, he was fooled into the life and death ring by the crooks of the Blood Bottle Gang...

  They—boxers, fools and ex-cons...

  They didn't kill him.

   Facing a helpless, dying, **** beggar from a foreign land, they silently lowered their **** fists amidst the urging voices of the ladies and gentlemen in the audience...

  They didn't like other boxers, for that very considerable “seeing blood bonus”…

   Beat him to death.

   "They died and no one remembered..."

  Even the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't care.

"But it does not matter…"

   Boxer closes eyes:

"I remember."

I remember.

   Lausanne II was silent.

   "You, Boxer," he whispered, "what's your name?"

  The boxer raised his head with difficulty.

"me…"

  He pulled out a miserable smile.

  The next second, the boxer let go of the hand holding the wound.

  Boom!

  He punched Lausanne II hard in the side!

  The force was so great that the latter's eyes were dazzled and his ear drums roared!

  The next second, the boxer let go of Lausanne II and fell to the ground, dying of breath.

  Lausanne II was in a state of embarrassment: the blade stabs on the ring scratched his face, blood was dripping, and even half of his nose fell off.

   But he was neither angry nor annoyed, just silently looking at the boxer on the ground, letting the injuries on his face heal quickly.

   "I see, I remember."

   Lausanne II nodded slowly:

   "Your name is Boxer."

   Lausanne II stepped up and stepped over the remains of countless people: the unknown swordsman, the silly boy, Dosalan, boxer...

   For a moment, he suddenly missed the monster in his body.

   Miss that blood thirst.

  Because he doesn't have to have more feelings and emotions when they riot.

  【Injured...on the ground...blood...】

  The idea came, and the monster spoke at the right time.

【Shut up. 】

   Lausanne II solemnly withdrew his sword and stepped forward.

  Blood across the ground—human blood that exudes a mellow fragrance and temptation.

  As if they couldn't affect him any more.

   Lausanne II stepped onto a path, feeling the tide of bounty hunters fleeing nearby.

   The encirclement was as quiet as a cemetery.

   That's all.

   Lausanne II thought silently.

  Even if Fei Suo and Xiaodao offer a higher price, seeing the corpses scattered all over the place, there are countless precedents, no one should dare to—

   "Stop!!"

  A sudden shout broke the silence of the moonlit night.

   Full of energy.

  But it's hard to hide the exhaustion.

   Lausanne II raised his gaze.

   "Below..."

  I saw a young man covered in dust and bruises, struggling to carry a big sword, appearing precariously in front of him.

   "Below..."

  The young man trembled, panted, and coughed several times. Then he settled down and shouted to the empty street:

   "The next hundred steps ranger-Konggeyou!"

  The familiar opponent trembled, he raised the big sword that didn't fit his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the blood killer:

   "Eliminate harm for the people, eliminate violence and bring peace to the people!"

   Lausanne II closed his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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