Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 173 The Blade of Purification

The moon is gradually setting in the west.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar came from the center of the shield zone.

The once invincible multi-headed serpent Kirica has once again submerged into the ground and vanished without a trace!

Amidst the endless smoke and dust, a man with only one ear dragged a long metal spear, his limping steps making him appear strange yet incredibly fast as he rushed up a high slope made up of ruins.

Griveo glanced around and could only see a few scattered blood-red tentacles scrambling to burrow into the ground.

The leader of the Shield District calmly raised the Soul-Slaying Spear, its tip sweeping across all directions.

Just as the spearhead swept to the left, the Soul-Slaying Spear suddenly began to tremble!
"Buzz..."

Without further hesitation, Griveaux took a step and rushed in that direction.

"Shh!"

His spear was faster than a shadow, piercing into the dust in an instant.

"boom!"

A pile of ruins suddenly exploded!

A disheveled young girl emerged from the blasted ruins, barely dodging the thrusting spear, and leaped away.

Griveo didn't stop, relentlessly pursuing Giza, aiming for her head!
The gun tip grazed Giza's left cheek, and his face immediately sizzled as if being roasted, and began to melt.

"Damn..."

Amidst the Blood Mage's low curses, several tentacles suddenly extended from beneath Giza's simple dress, slamming into the ground and sending her flying.

Stay away from Griveaux's spear.

“Very well,” Greaver paused, his eyes filled with coldness, and said calmly, “Hide…”

"Run away..."

"Hide it..."

"This is the attitude you should have..."

"Disaster."

Giza stared coldly at Griveo, his killing intent palpable.

Until the latter charged again.

With a swift movement, Giza burst through a pile of ruins, her numerous tentacles beneath her dress swung rapidly, allowing her to leap across the ground as if walking on flat ground.

Griveaux pursued relentlessly.

Just now.

"boom!"

From the ground to Griveaux’s side, a blood-red monster with four tentacles and two sharp pincers emerged.

"Boom!"

The lame man's steps abruptly stopped as he stomped on a large rock to halt his momentum, narrowly avoiding a sharp pincer that grazed past his nose.

The only thing visible was this bizarre and disgusting creature, whose entire body was composed of blurry, sticky remnants of limbs—in what appeared to be a "head," a huge single eye was spinning around.

Grivell frowned: "These are your 'warriors'?"

Giza remained silent, simply staring at him coldly.

The next instant, the monster unfurled its bizarre form, several meters tall and several meters wide, and attacked the man with the gun from six directions simultaneously.

Tentacles coiled around his limbs, while one pincer pierced his groin and the other reached for his head.

But Griveaux remained motionless, showing no intention of dodging the potentially deadly attack.

He simply stared intently at the mage.

"That's a bad idea."

Griveaux remained unmoved, speaking calmly as he continued to carefully observe his opponent.

A second later, the disabled man's eyes flickered, and the Soul-Slaying Spear in his hand swung out in an arc!

Just as the opponent's deadly attack was about to hit, he gently brushed against one of the monster's tentacles.

"laugh!"

The monster shuddered violently, and its incredibly powerful tentacles and pincers began to tremble uncontrollably.

Giza's expression shifted upon witnessing all of this, and then his body swayed!
The next moment, Griveaux sped down the hill.

Behind him, the monster was already trembling, deforming and changing color, cracking and collapsing like dry, hard charcoal.

"Ahhh-"

Five meters away from Griveo, Giza screamed uncontrollably again, her face contorted and trembling as she covered her face, which was turning black with pain.

"How does it feel to be annihilated?" Griveo asked in a heavy tone, his steps steady as he swiftly approached his inhuman opponent. "Whether it's Kilika or these monsters you created—in essence, they are all yourself, aren't they?"

In agony, the Blood Mage struggled to raise his left hand, reaching out towards the dying monster, gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Pfft!"

Before it could be completely reduced to black ashes, the monster pierced by the Soul-Slaying Spear exploded and shattered, its blood spurting everywhere!
As the monster sacrificed itself, Giza's pained expression eased.

But the next moment, Greaver, whose expression remained unchanged but whose killing intent was hidden, had already rushed in front of her!

The spear thrust out mercilessly.

Giza's face contorted in rage as he screamed and retreated rapidly.

But it was too late.

The power of termination within Grevo surged freely, and his spearhead suddenly accelerated.

"call!"

The wind howls!

The next moment, the pitch-black spearhead of the Soul-Slaying Spear seemed to come alive, twisting strangely in mid-air, its shaft bending into a terrifying arc.

It pierced Giza's left hand!

"what--"

The Blood Mage screamed in agony, and this time, her screams were far worse than ever before!

The blackness was visible to the naked eye, starting from her left arm and spreading all over her body.

Grivell easily spun the gun barrel: he knew that 'Extinction' had taken effect.

The instant he was pierced by the Soul-Slaying Spear, Giza did not hesitate; his right hand immediately transformed into a blood-red blade.

"Crack!"

Before the blackness spread across his chest, the Blood Mage, his face fierce, chopped off his left arm!
Her left arm fell to the ground, and before it completely turned into charcoal and ashes, it swelled and exploded.

Giza clutched his severed arm and took a step back in pain.

"pretty."

"But do you feel pain too?" It was Grevor who spoke up in praise, but he had no intention of showing any pity for her; the image of the girl was reflected in his indifferent eyes.

It also reflects the dark tip of his spear as he continues to stab the girl!
The wind howled, and the spear was raised again.

The gun tip was pointed at the disheveled Giza, about to pierce her face.

Giza weakly clutched his left arm, gritted his teeth, and looked at Griveo with eyes full of sorrow.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Griveaux's face.

But at that very moment, several blood-red marks, like branching tree trunks and diverted blood vessels, slowly rose on Giza's face.

The spear thrust forward, unstoppable.

The next moment, a figure suddenly rose from the ruins on the ground!
"boom!"

It stands between Giza and Griveo.

"Boom!"

What was heard was a dull thud, not the muffled sound of metal hitting flesh.

Griveaux, holding guns in both hands, frowned deeply.

The tip of the Soul-Slaying Spear stopped just before Giza's nose.

It was just half a point short.

The lame man aimed straight for the magician's Soul-Slaying Spear, but at that moment, a short, stocky figure gripped the front of the spear handle tightly with both arms.

Even though the latter's hands were already bleeding from gripping the spear.

Weak Giza gasped for breath, the blood-red markings on her face trembling slightly. She looked at the tip of the gun in front of her, a complex and subtle smile on her face.

But Griveaux quickly changed color.

“How…” Griveo stared incredulously at the short, stocky man who was gripping his spear so tightly.

The man, dressed and looking like any other ordinary northerner, was a man of no different appearance.

"why you!"

“You are…” Griveaux stared intently at the man in front of him, his face filled with despair, and called out his nickname with surprise and uncertainty:
"The glacier outpost..."

"A big belt?"

Seeing Griveo's expression, Giza smiled in a long time.

----

At the edge of the shield zone, Nikolai used a fluid slash to turn a giant tentacle into ashes.

Behind him came the flashing of countless swords—the elite warriors of the White Blade Guard were fulfilling their duty, eliminating more and smaller tentacles.

The Meteorite frowned and stepped off the battlefield.

In the distance, King Nuen, surrounded by a dozen guards, squinted at his captain of the personal guard.

"Your Majesty!" came the sound of horses' hooves from afar, along with the loud report from the mounted cavalry.
"A message has come from the dark room: Kirika has disappeared!"

“Very good!” King Nuen’s expression shifted, and he nodded, saying to a nobleman behind him, “This proves that our strategy is working. That calamity… it dares not confront the Soul-Slaying Spear head-on!”

Having just dealt with one of the tentacles, Nikolai stepped forward: "We used the best strategy—to confront the Blood Calamity, we used a small number of elite troops and legendary anti-magic forces to strike at its vitals, while simultaneously dividing and encircling it, cutting off its power source..."

“Your Majesty,” the Meteorite said solemnly, his eyes gleaming, “we have suppressed it!”

King Nuen nodded deeply.

Behind the king, several northern soldiers rode up on horseback, accompanied by several noble officials who continued to deliver messages: "Furthermore, Your Majesty, we still have no news of Prince Star and your granddaughter."

King Nuen remained expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the life or death of his granddaughter.

"Furthermore, the nobles and residents of several other districts are all talking about it, especially the residents you evacuated... Many people have seen the monster, and there are all sorts of rumors about the invasion of the calamity... Many conscripted militiamen are demanding to change into their uniforms and join the battle immediately, the situation is a bit chaotic, and the patrol teams are having trouble keeping order..."

"Reply to Ms. Cassan, continue monitoring that thing and keep the communication channels open!" King Nunn turned around, his brow furrowed as he pondered for a moment before decisively issuing the order: "Also, notify the Commander-in-Chief to disperse the patrols and appease the civilians in each block. In the King's name, this matter will be resolved quickly. Ordinary troops without anti-magic weapons are useless—no troops are to be conscripted or gathered under any pretext."

The bureaucrats nodded and continued their report:

"The city is very close by, and we received the news during the evacuation of the residents. Your six direct earls and their vassals have sent three urgent messages by messenger horse and raven, requesting to bring their troops into the city to provide support..."

"Are we taking several thousand men to feed that scourge again?" the king interrupted them rudely. "Reply to them that Walton has seen their loyalty, but this is not an ordinary battlefield, and a large army will only make the situation worse!"

One scribe quickly recorded the king's words, while another said worriedly:

"Furthermore, the four Grand Dukes have all requested that Your Majesty, for your own safety, immediately return to Valhalla to oversee the affairs of the realm, and to provide an explanation..."

King Nunn nodded and dismissed them nonchalantly: "Let Risban deal with those nobles, including the Grand Duke—just say the King is hunting at the front, and they'd better keep quiet in that situation."

After giving the order, the messengers rode away on fast horses.

“You know, they have a point. You should stay in the Palace of Heroes, Your Majesty,” the Fallen One said calmly.

The king shook his head.

"With almost the entire White Blade Guard mobilized, and no troops able to be summoned into the city, you're staying in the empty Hall of Heroes with four treacherous grand dukes and their retinues?" King Nunn scoffed. "Your king only recently killed one of the grand dukes..."

"I think I know which option is safer."

Nikolai nodded and shook the blood off the Soulbreaker Blade.

Just now.

"Your Majesty, sir, look!" a guard with a white blade pointed to the sky and shouted.

In the night sky, a spark flew high into the air above the shield zone.

Then came a sharp sound.

The soldiers of the White Blade Guard were all startled!
"Signal crossbow bolt!"

“This means…” Nikolai’s eyes flickered, “It’s the first group from the east; they’ve discovered a huge, difficult-to-handle creature! We have to…”

At the same time, from another direction, a similar flash of fire burst in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound!
King Nuen frowned: "Two places?"

But the next second, a third signal crossbow bolt rose again from afar!
“Simultaneous? That’s not right,” King Nuen frowned as he looked at the firelight. “We have carefully planned the routes, dividing them into two directions, east and west, to gradually encircle the area from the edge of the shield zone. When the first and fifth groups were clearing the route ahead, the troops behind should not have encountered the ‘big guy’.”

Just as he was speaking, a fourth signal crossbow bolt appeared not far away.

Nikolai's expression changed drastically!
"So many signals at the same time... there's only one explanation, Your Majesty!" A few seconds later, Nikolai gasped, "New monsters have emerged from underground, so in addition to the first and fifth groups, others have also encountered them..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

"boom!"

A tremendous rumble resounded!

Amidst the smoke and dust, a colossal, indistinct creature, waving countless tentacles, reappeared in the very center of the shield zone!

Everyone present stared in disbelief at the monster—the multi-headed serpent Kirika.

“How could this be?” King Nunn gritted his teeth, staring at the reappearing nightmare monster. He took a deep breath and looked around at the warriors. “It… such a large target, isn’t it afraid of the power of the Soul-Slaying Spear? Griveo…”

King Nuen stopped talking.

The old king's face was grim; he had clearly realized something.

There was a silence in the room for several seconds.

It wasn't until Nikolai sheathed the Soulbreaker Blade on his back, then slowly squatted down, tightened the straps on his legs, and nodded solemnly.

"His Majesty."

"I request to depart immediately."

The Meteorite regained his composure and said softly:

"The work of cleaning up these tentacles must be slowed down."

"I think I need to take the Soulbreaker Blade and go save Griver as soon as possible!"

----

On the other side of the shield zone.

"Get out of the way!" Black Sword roared.

Thales gritted his teeth as he watched the blood-red tentacles rushing towards them, and dragged the little rascal backward!

But their speed was far from enough.

The tentacle, which snaked across the ground, moved with the speed of the wind and slid up to our eyes in an instant.

Then it suddenly sprang up, shooting towards Thales with a whoosh. It was as tall as a person!

"call!"

Damn!

Thales cursed inwardly as he watched the tentacles lunge toward his nose.

Can't avoid it!
Amidst the little rascal's exclamation, that peculiar fluctuation surged through Thales' entire body once more.

Thales felt time begin to slow down again.

In that moment, which seemed to be playing in slow motion, he could see clearly that the tentacles rushing towards him were made up of countless mangled human tissues—from skin to muscle, from blood vessels to bone.

In mid-air, it forks from its tip, revealing a section of sharp teeth inside.

It resembled a giant, alien snake pouncing on its prey.

A wave of nausea washed over Thales.

What the hell is this!

At the same time, a new strength re-emerged within him.

Thales felt the newfound strength emanating from his body and calculated the landing point of the tentacle.

The next moment, he shoved the little rascal away!
Then he lunged to the other side!
The tentacles brushed against Thales' right hand and the little rascal's glasses.

The two children tumbled to either side and fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

The crimson tentacles missed their target and crashed into a wooden plank in the ruins.

It never had another chance.

The next moment, a small red sword tore through the air and flew towards them in a spinning motion!

"Boom!"

The sword's edge was powerful and precise, pinning the tentacle firmly to the wooden board.

Make it unable to move.

The hilt of the small red sword trembled on its own.

Although the tentacle struggled incessantly, it was pinned down by the sword and unable to break free.

Thales collapsed to the ground, his right hand aching, and he was panting heavily, seemingly having overexerted himself.

He turned his head and looked at Black Sword, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds—his right hand was suspended in mid-air, maintaining the posture of throwing a flying sword.

The little rascal then let out a startled cry, quickly stepping on his legs and crawling backward on his back, not daring to look even once at that disgusting tentacle.

Thales sat up from the ground, staring blankly at the tentacle that was struggling helplessly at his feet.

“Well done, kid,” Black Sword exhaled weakly, his head falling back to the ground: “Your reaction…”

But Black Sword hadn't finished speaking.

The tentacle that had been nailed to the ground suddenly split open with a large gash where it had been pierced by the sword.

Then, with a slap on both ends, the tentacles detached themselves from the sword's edge!

Thales was jolted awake!
Oops.

"Watch out!" Black Sword shouted.

But this time, Thales didn't have time to react before the tentacle that pounced on him wrapped tightly around his entire body!
From the left leg to the waist, from the chest to the head.

Thales' eyes were also tightly bound, and he immediately lost all vision.

"No!" the little rascal screamed.

Thales felt a shiver run through his body.

Thick, oily, warm, trembling, and contracting from time to time.

And some...dizziness?
This was a vague, lingering feeling in Thales's mind.

It seems to be quite comfortable?
Until he felt a slippery, wet, warm ball slide across his left cheek and stop between his nose.

The sphere began to vibrate, as if it were massaging its own face.

The feeling, Thales thought in his hazy state, was like pressing his palm against his eyelids and feeling his eyes tremble inside his palm...

Upon realizing this, Thales was suddenly jolted!
He knew what that slippery, wet, warm ball that was constantly "massaging" the bridge of his nose was.

That belongs to someone—

Eyeballs.

I grass!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

An unprecedented wave of nausea enveloped Thales, instantly snapping him out of his hallucination.

In a state of extreme panic and nausea, Thales frantically shook his right arm, the only part of his body that was exposed outside the tentacle, trying to tear the disgusting thing off!

But the tentacles only tightened their grip.

Thales futilely tried to pry open the tentacles, only to find it increasingly difficult to breathe and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

He heard the anxious voices of Little Sly and Black Sword, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

And... that eyeball that was trembling even faster?

I grass!

His heart was beating faster and faster, the blood vessels in his ears were throbbing more and more, and Thales was feeling increasingly suffocated. Soon, he began to see stars.

How to do.

A flash of light flashed.

correct.

I also have...

He released his right hand and reached behind his waist, wanting to touch the JC dagger that Yara had given him.

dagger.

dagger!

But when he touched his waist, all he found was a smooth and warm surface.

The tentacles wrapped tightly around his waist as well.

Thales felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; at that moment, despair overwhelmed him.

Oops.

How to do.

His right hand flailed wildly behind his waist.

But they couldn't catch anything.

How to do!
Until a hard object, in his frantic groping, grazed Thales' right hand.

The pain brought a moment of clarity to Thales, who was nearly unconscious.

He mustered his last strength and gripped firmly the long, thin object.

Pull it out in one go.

Then reach towards your own head.

But then the accident happened.

The moment Thales raised the foreign object, a surge of heat erupted from within, from his heart to his right hand!
Like the most terrifying flames, it scorched his entire body in that instant.

Pain, burning, and spasms—these three sensations simultaneously reached every part of his body, every corner, every tissue, and every cell!
He heard illusory sounds in his ears. At first, they sounded like the throbbing of his blood vessels, but soon they distorted—some like waves crashing, some like volcanic eruptions, and some like howling storms.

Thales opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a sound; all he tasted was the salty, fishy smell of tentacles.

And those disgusting organs, pieced together from who-knows-who, slid across his tongue.

But at that moment, he no longer paid attention to the disgusting tentacles and the restraints.

All that remained in his senses was the intense burning sensation.

But just the next moment, Thales felt a jolt throughout his body, followed by a relaxation, and his vision returned.

His breathing began to become smoother, his chest no longer felt heavy, and the restraints on his face gradually loosened.

The tentacles released him.

Then it slid down silently.

At that moment, the burning sensation from my heart to my right hand gradually disappeared.

Thales gasped for breath, struggling desperately to sit up from the ground, gasping for air as if he had survived the ordeal.

Then he saw two pairs of astonished eyes.

Black Sword and Little Sly both stared blankly at him.

It was as if I had witnessed something extraordinary.

Thales was startled, then realized that they weren't looking at him.

He lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

Then he had to squint.

Thales' right hand, without anyone noticing, was now firmly gripping the weapon thrown by the black sword.

That little red sword.

But at this moment, the dark red blade of the small red sword was actually emitting a dazzling red light!

"This is……"

Thales stared dumbfounded at the small red sword, watching its originally dull red blade gradually lighten and brighten in the red light, becoming a color similar to the blade itself.

It looked as if it had just been polished.

This is not the only abnormality.

That disgusting tentacle began to change, starting from where it was near the red sword.

Thales had witnessed this change.

That was in the birch forest, when the Fortress Flower faced the Blood Mage.

The entire tentacle that was hanging limply on Thales began to dissolve, shrink, and turn black.

Then it turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

It was as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

All that remained on Thales's body was black ashes.

"What did you do?" Black Sword frowned, staring intently at the sword in his hand, and murmured, "Could it really be a legend, a legend..."

The little rascal blinked, puzzled.

Before Thales could react, he heard a sound like a surging tide of blood vessels churning in his ears again.

"Whoosh..."

It seemed to come from afar, stirring and surging.

But the roar of the storm quickly changed, transforming into a soft, murmuring human voice.

"I……"

Thales jumped, startled.

He looked up at Black Sword and Little Slippery, but they were both just staring at him blankly.

The former's gaze darted back and forth between Thales's face and the sword in his hand, his expression revealing deep suspicion.

But the two of them seemed not to have heard the voice at all.

This scene—it feels so familiar.

Thales looked around in a panic, but saw nothing but ruins, the night sky, and the light of the small sword in his hand.

what happened.

what happened?

As Thales looked at the glowing little sword in his hand, at a loss for what to do, he was about to speak when the voice, which consisted of only a single syllable, became clearer and clearer.

Start connecting words and sentences.

"My name..."

The voice slowly rose, like an old man from afar.

"My name..."

It sounded as if it were coming from behind countless wooden planks, in a low, guttural voice.

Thales couldn't understand what language it was.

But he understood the meaning of the voice without a doubt.

"My name..."

"The Edge of Purification".

Thales stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the glowing little sword in his hand.

net……

The Blade of Purification?
Thales was completely stunned.

But this was not the most surprising thing for him.

Amidst the surging waves, the voice uttered its final two sentences.

"It's been...so long," the voice said slowly, "My..."

"...blood brothers."

Thales was jolted!
Blood……

Bloodline.

Brother...

brother?

A second later, the sound, along with the light on the small sword, fell silent.

Cold snowflakes are falling.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Except for the blade of that small sword.

It has changed from its former dark red to a pure deep red.

The color of blood.

In the night sky, only three disheveled figures remained, their expressions varied, exchanging bewildered glances.

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