Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 190 A Symphony Written in Blood (Part 2)
Under the morning glow, a densely packed army stood in the ruins, surrounding the three people in the middle, leaving no room for escape.

Cohen stared at the most unexpected girl in front of him, filled with astonishment and disbelief: "Why, Chloesie?"

The short-haired girl just stared at him indifferently, without saying a word.

Cohen suddenly felt that a part of the girl's body had been dead for a long time.

She was no longer the cheerful, resilient, carefree Chloe who always liked to tease him with Miranda.

At that moment, Cohen felt a pang of heartache.

“Stop asking, Cohen,” Miranda said, looking at the soldiers slowly closing in beside the guard, and exhaled. “Remember the Blade of Calamity we encountered?”

Cohen looked at Chloesh across from him and paused slightly upon hearing this.

“Even the mortal enemies of the Tower of the End still retain the dignity and pride of a swordsman,” Miranda said calmly, her hands, covered in black gloves, covering the hilt of her sword and slowly raising the blade.
"But Chloesh said that one night, a group of masked swords of calamity ambushed her and crippled her right hand?"

Cohen frowned: "Gu said that he had no idea such a battle had ever occurred in the Armor District."

Miranda nodded, watching the motionless crowd as the warriors on both sides passed by her, Chroech.

"Furthermore, although they are hiding here, the Sword of Calamity is utterly disdainful of politics and utterly contemptuous of the magic guns," the daughter of the Aarond family said calmly. "Let alone using them to assassinate the prince!"

Cohen took a deep breath: "So that means..."

Miranda picked up where he left off without hesitation: "Yes, the Sword of Calamity neither conspired with any Grand Duke nor assassinated any prince; they were merely framed."

"The so-called Sword of Calamity is just a decoy, a trap set by the Black Sand Territory to lure us from the stars to Exter under the guise of the Tower of Ending!"

"And the origin of everything..."

Miranda squinted at Chloesh, whose expression remained indifferent, and said loudly:
"It was your lie, Chloeshi!"

A faint, cold smile crept across Chloe's face, her eyes unreadable: "Last chance—surrender and you'll be spared!"

"Um, maybe I shouldn't have interrupted you..." Wyman had unknowingly formed a triangle with the two Final Tower Seeds, facing Chloehe, with Cohen on the left and Miranda on the right.

Facing the advancing soldiers, Wyman said with great tension, "But... perhaps we need to deal with the immediate problem first?"

The soldiers in patrol uniforms drew closer, their eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Put down your weapons!" one of the veterans in the lead said fiercely. "Or wait for us to take them off."

"Have you ever fought a war, kid with the Sword of Calamity?" Cohen leaned against Wyman's back, his eyes very serious. He said softly, "I'm talking about the kind of battle where you face hundreds or thousands of enemies, with opponents on all sides, not some boring sword fight."

"I fought him once."

Wyman said, his face pale, then he realized, "And also, I am not some Sword of Calamity!"

“Once is enough. We’ll clear the way in a bit,” Cohen quickly surveyed the hundred or so enemies in front of him, completely ignoring Wyman’s second sentence: “Hold the rear and keep up with the pace.”

Wyatt glanced at Rolf, who lay unconscious in the ruins, and sighed.

"How can we guard them? They're everywhere..."

“Use your brain,” Miranda interrupted him coldly, “use your sword wisely, aim for their legs, and turn them into a burden on the battlefield…”

Before the female swordsman could finish speaking, Chloesha roared out a clear and high-pitched voice: "Kill!"

puff!puff!puff!
The sound of hurried footsteps approached rapidly!
Countless flashes of swords and shadows rippled through the ruins as soldiers charged fiercely at the three, swords pointed forward, advancing in rows.

Imitating cavalry formations, a standard suppressive charge.

In that instant, Miranda recognized their movements.

Those weren't patrols from Dragon Sky City, but rather her adversaries whom she had been dealing with almost daily on the border for the past three years—though they didn't possess battlefield weapons like maces and triangular spears, perhaps for better disguise.

"Bang!" "Clang!"

On the right, Cohen, with his considerable experience, used his height to raise his sword and slash downwards, deflecting two incoming blades and forcing back the third.

Instead of retreating, the guard charged forward, using his foot to kick a man in the kneecap.

With a crisp cracking sound, he turned to the side and slammed his elbow into the abdomen of another enemy.

Amidst his opponent's painful groan, Cohen was preparing to deliver a finishing blow as his opponent retreated, but the groaning enemy ignored him, rooted to the spot, refusing to step back, and raised his sword to strike again!
"Clang!" A heavy metallic clang rang out—Cohen had desperately parried the opponent's slash.

The officer, having disarmed the enemy, felt a chill run down his spine: Damn, with that kind of strength and skill, he's at least a heavy infantryman!

I don't know if they are heavy sword infantry or heavy axemen.

Fortunately... their weapons were just patrol swords, which weren't very handy, otherwise...

Behind him, Wyman unleashed the Blade of No Return, instantly slicing through the wrists of the two people behind him.

The sound of two weapons hitting the ground rang out.

"Damn it, save your strength!" Cohen carefully parried the longsword's renewed downward slash, cursing without any politeness, "Using the power of termination like that will only lead to your death from exhaustion!"

On the other side, Miranda also encountered two enemies, one of whom was even wielding two swords.

But Miranda was more adept than her companions, and her sword magically struck an enemy's wrist.

The opponent's sword trembled, and the blade actually slanted downwards, aiming for his companion's arm.

The enemy wielding dual swords stared in astonishment at his companion's blade, instinctively shifting his right sword to parry the attack.

But before he could react, Miranda's blade shot out, piercing his left palm, and then twisted sharply.

Amidst the enemy's screams of pain, Cohen stepped to the right, risking a cut to his back, and switched places with Miranda.

His tall figure, propelled by momentum, knocked the swordsman's enemy back a meter, causing him to fall into the arms of his companion behind him.

Miranda calmly ducked and brushed past Cohen's chest before turning to her left.

Taking advantage of the moment when her opponent changed targets and her sword lost its target, she swiftly thrust her blade straight in, piercing a deep wound in her enemy's abdomen.

Miranda watched as her opponent gritted his teeth and endured the pain, bleeding profusely, but she did not take his life, allowing the enemy to drag him back into the enemy lines.

The two advanced nearly two meters, and after struggling to deflect a slash, Wyman quickly followed. The attendant was stunned by the unspoken understanding and perfect coordination between the two End Tower Seeds.

“Heavy sword infantry, steady on the feet, but lacking in agility,” Miranda leaned against Cohen’s back and whispered.

Cohen deflected a longsword and relayed his intelligence: "A cavalry scout, quick to react, but not very physically strong."

“The standing army on the border of the Black Sand Territory,” Miranda summarized briefly.

“We can’t break through directly,” Cohen gritted his teeth, forcing back two enemies with a powerful sweeping blow: “There are too many of them, and every single one of them is a veteran.”

"Find Chloeshe." Miranda once again unleashed her finishing power, squeezing between two enemies. Just as one of them slashed through her breastplate, Miranda's left palm struck the enemy's throat, causing the latter to retreat hastily while clutching her neck.

The female swordsman then thrust out with her right sword, forcing another enemy to duck and dodge: "Alternate attacks, distract her with words!"

"Seize the opportunity!"

No sooner had Miranda finished speaking than Cohen activated his finishing power.

The ever-flowing brilliance of the stars enveloped his entire body, prompting the guard to unleash over a dozen sword strikes with all his might without pause!
"Clang!" A continuous series of metallic clanging sounds rang out.

In an instant, the soldiers of Black Sand Territory were forced back several steps by Cohen.

"Chloeshi!"

Cohen charged forward with all his might, his offensive relentless, yet surprisingly powerful. He roared at the enemy commander in the crowd, "You betrayed us for Rumba's coup? You betrayed the Tower of the End?"

Wyatt hurriedly caught up with Cohen, who was already wounded in two places, but still stubbornly swung his single-edged sword to deflect two swords that were thrust at Cohen's back.

“What are you trying to say, Cohen?” From the crowd, Kroesh’s eyes gleamed with a complex light as she calmly and loudly responded, “Are you accusing me of using the name of the Tower of Endings to drag you into ulterior political motives?”

Cohen gritted his teeth, his Radiant Stars, gleaming with blue light, continued to rise, determined to advance even at the risk of injury.

With a series of three sword strikes—slashing, cutting, and stabbing—the officer wounded three enemies.

Miranda stood protectively behind him, her longsword always appearing at crucial moments to deflect the most deadly attacks.

"Keep distracting her!" Miranda whispered, "Force her to come up and fight you!"

"What do we do?" Cohen gritted his teeth and swept away an enemy, but a bloody gash appeared on his arm. "I can never win an argument with that tomboy..."

But at that moment, Miranda suddenly shouted, "Give up, Cohen!"

"The one you once had a crush on, Chloe, has betrayed you without hesitation!"

"There's absolutely no way you and her can be together!"

Cohen, who was charging into the enemy ranks, was taken aback.

What?
That tomboy?
When did I ever have a crush on her...?

No sooner had she finished speaking than Chloesh, who was still two meters away, suddenly contorted her face.

She clenched her teeth, staring intently at Cohen ahead, her eyes filled with only one emotion.

Hate.

Cohen suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The next moment, Chloeshe suddenly sprang into action!

She bypassed her subordinates and thrust her long sword straight forward in an instant.

Point the finger at Cohen's blade!
"clang!"

Cohen shuddered, realizing he could no longer deliver his next strike.

"Surrender immediately! For the sake of the past..." Chloeshe rushed in front of Cohen, her emotions seemingly erratic. She gritted her teeth and said painfully, "I won't hurt you!"

Cohen was taken aback and parried the sword from his right.

"For the sake of the past?"

"You still remember the past?" Cohen's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "No matter what your respective positions and interests are, you shouldn't have dragged the Tower of the End into this..."

But Cohen's offensive immediately stalled!
Kroesi's sword struck the side of his blade again.

"Don't be naive, Lord Kalabyan!" Kroeshe said angrily. Her sword seemed to carry a strange aura, and her swing instantly interrupted Cohen's offensive rhythm.

Damn.

Based on swordsmanship alone, Chloeshe is enough to rank in the top four among the eight seeds, second only to Miranda, Eklin, and that Nie Daren from the East!
Cohen gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, turned around to parry another person's attack, and at the same time, a wound was cut open on his right shoulder.

But Chloe's longsword followed like a shadow, attacking when Cohen's offensive faltered!

"Boom!"

Cohen used his longsword to defend, managing to block the attack with difficulty.

"'The Tower of the End is detached from politics'?" The short-haired female swordsman gritted her teeth, her longsword slashing along Cohen's blade without stopping, creating a rhythm like a raging storm: "Such a naive fantasy should have been abandoned the very first day you left the tower!"

Cohen twisted with all his might, breaking free from Chloe's blade, only to find his offensive completely disrupted.

“At least, isn’t our shared past fighting side-by-side in the Tower a cherished memory, a memory that shouldn’t be kept pure and inviolable?” Cohen waved his left hand, using his thick robe to deflect a soldier’s thrust. “But you…”

At that moment, Chloe, her eyes gleaming with cold light, suddenly unleashed her finishing power, unleashing three sword strikes in an instant!
“Cherished memories? Hahaha…” Chloe’s words seemed to carry endless sorrow and madness.

The first sword strike, an unexpected thrust, forced Cohen to dodge to the left.

"I can't believe I ever liked you, you adorable, pathetic, childish Cohen!"

Cohen was slightly taken aback.

The second sword strike, a relentless slash, forced Cohen to raise his longsword to block the opponent's horizontal slash.

The short-haired female swordswoman from the north cried out in a mournful voice, "From the moment we are born, we are branded with the mark of our nation and politics, stamped with the seal of our birth and bloodline, from which we can never escape!"

"We had absolutely no choice!"

The third sword strike is a move that transcends time and space!
"Just because you've entered some self-proclaimed noble and refined tower doesn't mean you'll become pure and untouched by the world, or a free person!" Kroesh's words were chilling.

She gripped the sword with both hands, and with the point where Cohen was blocking her as the center, she swung the sword tip around Cohen's block, pointing it at the guard's face.

"Cohen Karabyan!"

"You damn idiot!"

She roared shrilly, the weapon grinding against Cohen's blade with a violent, sharp sound.

"hiss!"

The sword tip pierced straight into the guard's face!

Cohen, who was already leaning to the left and unsteady, felt that he could not exert any force with his longsword, and his breathing was labored and he was short of breath.

The opponent's three sword strikes were like a magnificent and complete musical movement, with a beginning, a turning point, and an end, firmly trapping him in a predetermined, deadly rhythm.

They cannot escape.

This is unique to Kroeschi, completely different from Miranda's—a celestial symphony!
Just then, Miranda's longsword, like a disruptive note in a musical piece, pierced through the music.

"clang!"

She deflected Chloe's fatal blow.

Unable to withstand the onslaught, Cohen switched positions with Miranda again to support Wyah, who was struggling to cope.

“Croesia, my former best friend,” Miranda’s black gloves made a barely perceptible rubbing against the hilt of her sword as she coldly questioned her former companion, “Teacher Shatil really wasted her time teaching you!”

The next moment, the daughter of Arend drew her trembling longsword and pointed it at the hilt of Chloesh's sword!

“The Pegasus Symphony,” she said coldly, “emphasizes resonating with the rhythm of the outside world and even the enemy, not that you are performing a solo act!”

Miranda's blade slid downwards, aiming for her opponent's wrist with a flick of the wrist. She chose the perfect timing and the most cunning angle; no matter how Chloeshi reacted—whether to parry or dodge—she would instantly be at a disadvantage.

Before Miranda could react, Kroesh's longsword snapped back, neither parrying nor dodging, but instead met the blade head-on and thrust at the opponent's wrist!

"A one-man show?" Chloe said harshly, "You must not have seen enough shows!"

"Miranda Aarond!"

The two swords clashed in mid-air, twisting and turning, producing a piercing friction!

The two female swordsmen, who were trained by the same master and were the controllers of the Pegasus Melody, listened to each other's strength and rhythm amidst the friction sounds.

They are always ready to seize the opportunity, disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and deliver a fatal blow.

Cohen's eyes flickered.

In a battle like the Pegasus Song, it's best for outsiders not to interfere—in a situation where timing and rhythm constantly change, you never know who you're helping.

However, when the enemy commander was engaged and their attention was drawn to him...

Cohen felt the attacks in front of him gradually weakening and the enemies' steps approaching Chloeshe, and he made up his mind.

opportunity!

He gave Wyman a warning, and his tall figure charged out once again.

Specks of blue light shimmered on the sword and skin, like the brilliance of stars, unleashing a continuous offensive with the ultimate sword speed and power.

Blood splattered, some from enemies and some from his own, as Cohen instantly broke through three opponents!

He even left Miranda and Wyman behind, and it seemed he was about to break through the encirclement.

Once you break through one point, then...

Cohen gritted his teeth and pushed forward with all his might.

But right now.

A huge fist suddenly appeared from the crowd!
Cohen instinctively swung his sword in a slash.

But that fist was different; it changed direction halfway through, striking Cohen's blade squarely from the side.

"Boom!"

Cohen, who was fully activating the Radiance of the Stars, felt that he could hardly dodge that punch.

His longsword came to a heavy halt.

It's like an axe that's been smoothly chopping firewood suddenly hitting a metal plate!
A tremendous force surged forth.

Cohen's blade was struck by the heavy blow, and the blade groaned as it bent.

The blade curved backward, and together with the heavy fist in front of it, it struck Cohen's left cheek hard.

In that instant, Cohen, struck by the heavy punch, felt a ringing in his ears.

The whole world before his eyes seemed to shake.

The blood splattered on his face brought out a vivid red hue.

In a daze, Cohen fell backward.

But he had no time to think about it anymore.

That punch...

That is……

No.

Do not!
Cohen collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly hopeless.

He instinctively raised his right hand, which was holding the sword.

But a stronger arm pressed down on his hand, while the enemy's other arm pressed down on his shoulder, twisting and wringing his fingers!
Kara!
"what!"

Cohen groaned in pain: his right arm had been dislocated.

"Clang!"

Cohen's family heirloom sword fell to the ground.

Wyatt stared in astonishment at the scene before him: Cohen had been utterly defeated by the new enemy in the blink of an eye.

Cohen felt a surge of final power coursing through his body, as he made a last-ditch effort.

But the opponent's elbow struck his left back like the most terrifying weapon.

A muffled thud followed.

It shattered the gathered brilliance of the stars.

Cohen's face stiffened, then he shuddered and coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain.

No.

“Don’t move, kid,” the newcomer said coldly in a deep voice, “The brilliance of the stars originates from the heart—I don’t want to shatter your heart with the next blow.”

Wyatt stared at him in surprise, then was overwhelmed by the enemies surging from both sides.

Cohen felt dizzy and lightheaded—he had been hoisted onto the shoulder by the enemy.

No.

His vision kept blurring.

No.

The figure slowly walked into the battlefield.

Arrive at the place where Miranda and Chloeci fought.

“Miranda…” Cohen coughed up blood in pain, but he had no strength left in his body.

"quick……"

In a daze, Cohen struggled and groaned:
"Run away..."

Such an opponent...

us……

Can't...

The next second, everything went black before Cohen's eyes, and he lost all consciousness.

Miranda glanced at Cohen out of the corner of her eye, who was being carried on her shoulder.

I also saw that figure.

She shuddered.

Chloeshe, who was exchanging sword blows with her, instantly seized the opportunity and swung her longsword out!
"Qiang!"

A sharp metallic sound rang out.

The balance of power in the Pegasus Symphony has come to an end.

Both sides launched their attacks instantly!

"laugh!"

Miranda's expression changed, and she seized the opportunity when her opponent was unable to dodge during the attack, stabbing Chloeshi's left wrist with her longsword.

"Boom!"

Kroesh's sword hilt spun around and struck Miranda in the abdomen.

Kroesh gritted her teeth.

Miranda swayed slightly, about to retaliate.

But at that moment, a sword was pressed down silently and without any obstruction.

The blade pressed against Miranda's shoulder.

That was Cohen's longsword, now held in a huge hand.

Miranda felt an immense force surging from the sword.

This was an inescapable constraint—Miranda had this thought.

"boom!"

The next moment, the female swordsman was forced to her knees by that immense force, and she felt the power of termination within her body become chaotic.

The symphony of the Pegasus has been broken.

Kroesi stepped forward, her face indifferent.

He kicked her longsword away.

"Clang!"

Miranda's longsword rolled to the ground.

"Why?" Miranda could no longer withstand the immense force and was forced to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But she still stubbornly raised her head and looked at the person who came:

"Why is that you!"

Looking at that tall, strong figure and his full head of white hair, she roared in resentment:

"Kaslan Rumba!"

Before Miranda, the pride of the Tower of Endings, the legendary commander of the White Blade Guard, the owner of the Hero's Tavern, the old man nicknamed "Earthshaker," remained silent.

He remained expressionless, simply continuing to grip his longsword while carrying Cohen on his back.

It wasn't until the soldiers of Black Sand Territory came forward and took away the furious Miranda and the unconscious Cohen.

Wyman's angry shouts rang out from afar.

Kroeshe calmly sheathed her longsword.

“The Grand Duke has just sent an order,” the female swordsman said coldly, “He needs help.”

The old man turned around and looked at Kroesh.

“A swift woman burst into the fray and rescued the boy,” she steadied her breathing.
"It's an extreme state."

Chloeshi straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, which had been damaged in the battle.

The old man watched Miranda and Cohen walk away, his eyes filled with sorrow.

A few seconds later, Kaslan spoke slowly and calmly:
"Don't hurt them."

His eyes were filled with a deathly stillness.

Kroesi raised her head and looked directly at Kaslan.

“Of course,” she said slowly, “Uncle Kaslan.”

"of course."

Kaslan turned and disappeared into the haze of dawn.

Kroeshe also turned around and gathered her troops.

Soon, the Black Sand Territory's army left the ruins.

It's as if nothing happened.

A few minutes later.

"Hurrah!"

The sound of a pile of rubble hitting the ground.

As the sound grew louder, a hand finally reached out from the ruins.

A silver-masked man, covered in wounds, scrambled out, clutching a still-healing fractured arm, after uncovering the rubble covering him.

Rolf, the Ghost of the Wind, stared wide-eyed, breathing heavily, as he gazed in the direction where the Black Sand Territory members had disappeared.

It was as if they couldn't believe what had just happened.

I know I haven't updated for two days.

Don't ask me why.

I would never explain that I stopped updating because "it's Valentine's Day, and if I'm still writing, wouldn't that be admitting I'm single?"

By Wu Jian, who looked completely serious.

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