Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 206 Visitor from the Wilderness
Hearing the words of the guard leader, Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

what?
Execution?
how come.

Rumbata...

“No, according to what they said,” the messenger shook his head, pointed at Thales, his expression grave and his gaze deep: “Leave only the boy.”

"Take out the others."

The people in the cell heard this.

They looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Cohen's mouth opened wide into an "O" shape.

Miranda, however, frowned deeply, her mind in turmoil.

The little rascal nudged Thales in alarm, who suppressed his fear and tried to remain calm while gesturing for her to calm down.

Judging from the guard leader's expression, he also seemed to find it hard to believe.

The leader held up the scroll in his hand to where the ever-burning lamp could reach, and looked at it several times.

As he moved, Thales and the others tensed up, unconsciously retreating further away from the cell door and bars.

“Alright,” finally, the guard leader sighed, turning to look at his five equally surprised subordinates:

“You heard what he said.”

Thales' heart pounded.

No.

How can it be?

The guard nodded slightly and said softly, "Go ahead."

The five guards were slightly taken aback, but their instinct to obey orders made them move.

They turned around, gripped the swords at their waists, took out the keys, and opened the four cells that held the prisoners.

For a moment, only the sound of locks being opened could be heard in the cell.

"Damn it!" Cohen gritted his teeth, staring at the soldier unlocking his cell door, struggling and cursing.

Miranda remained motionless, her face tense.

Wyatt braced himself against the fence in a look of alarm, staring at Thales.

"Wait!" Thales watched as the guard turned the lock in front of him, and saw the little rascal shrink into a corner in terror. His mind was in complete chaos. "My business with Rumba isn't over yet!"

He stared intently at the messenger, then glanced at the leader guarding him: "Go tell him that if he still wants to know the secret of the Shadow Shield..."

However, the guard leader simply shook his head expressionlessly.

“It’s too late, kid,” he said, looking at Thales with pity in his eyes, “but at least you’re still alive.”

Thales watched as the five guards, their hands on their swords, slowly unlocked the four cell doors, his mind going blank.

He watched as Cohen struggled desperately to break free of his chains.

He watched as Miranda bent her knees, her expression resolute, clearly intending to make a final stand when the guards entered.

Wyatt, however, remained fixed on Thales, saying, "Your Highness! You..."

The little rascal behind him shook his head in terror.

In that instant, Thales bit his lower lip tightly, his mind racing.

How to do.

Do you have to bite your lip or tongue until it bleeds, with that kind of force?

But based on past experience, if it happens again... it will probably be my death day.

How to do.

Thales trembled as he looked at the swords at the guards' waists.

Damn.

How to do?
Just then, a sudden remark interrupted the guards' work.

"Wait a moment."

The sound of the lock being opened stopped at the same time.

The guards turned their heads in surprise.

For a moment, only Cohen's heavy breathing could be heard in the cell.

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Then he looked up at the person who had spoken.

Unexpectedly, the one who interrupted the guards was the tall guard leader.

only……

Thales squinted.

Why, why did he try to stop it?

"Everyone, stop what you're doing immediately and turn around to face me," the leader said in a gruff voice, his face icy cold as he gripped the sword at his waist. "Arm yourselves on guard."

In the narrow corridor, five guards stood at the door of four cells, looking at their leader and the messenger in the middle.

The five guards looked at each other, but they still turned around as their superior had instructed, while warily gripping the weapons at their waists.

Thales looked at everything in the arena with astonishment, his questions growing even deeper.

This is……

"What's wrong?" The messenger frowned upon seeing the guards' actions. "Why did you stop?"

The guard leader raised his head and looked at the messenger.

A second later, he said calmly, "I just remembered something."

The messenger was slightly taken aback.

He glanced around at the group, then said impatiently to the leader, "This is the Grand Duke's order, no matter what you've come up with..."

But the guard interrupted him directly.

“I know an old soldier from Qiyuan City,” the leader said coldly. “He once served on the border near the Great Desert.”

The seemingly random sentence startled everyone else in the cell.

"So what?" The messenger seemed puzzled. He glanced at the others and saw confusion in their eyes as well.

The leader of the guards gave a soft snort.

“He told me a lot of things, like the orcs, and—the skeletons,” he tilted his chin slightly and squinted at the messenger: “those tribes with colorful tattoos deep in the desert, those barbaric people who are hostile to our civilized world, even more troublesome than the orcs.”

The messenger frowned slightly.

“The soldiers on the border generally call them,” the leader’s eyes grew increasingly sharp: “barbarians.”

Thales was slightly out of breath, trying to use this short time to think of a way to save the others.

But his thoughts were in complete disarray.

Cohen next door stopped struggling, and the guard strained to look up, staring in astonishment at the two people talking.

“Hey buddy,” the messenger’s question deepened, and he pointed to the scroll in the leader’s hand, “if you want to tell a story, you’d better wait until you’ve carried out the Grand Duke’s orders…”

“He also told me!” the chief interrupted him coldly.

"Although the races differ, most of the wild races share a very unique characteristic," the guard leader grinned, his expression fierce, his words sharp:
"Their eyes... were dark red."

“These are the Bone People, a symbol of their sinful collusion with the devil.”

Thales looked at the leader's strange behavior and couldn't figure out what was going on.

But Miranda's eyes widened, and like Cohen's, she stared blankly at the field.

It was as if they couldn't believe it.

The messenger seemed to realize something; he neither spoke nor urged the other party further.

"So I find it strange that in the Grand Duke's army," the guard captain looked at the silent messenger, coldly drew his sword from his waist, and gritted his teeth as he hissed:
"Will there be a skeleton?"

Thales paused for a moment.

A... a skeleton man?

Miranda was stunned.

Cohen was also stunned and stood on the ground.

Hearing the inexplicable conversation, Thales had a sudden thought.

Could it be...? The guards looked at each other, puzzled.

But at the leader's signal, they all became alert, subtly surrounding the unfamiliar messenger, their swords slowly being drawn.

The next second, the messenger sighed and explained to the leader, "Because I don't have enough time."

The guard leader frowned: "What?"

The messenger shook his head, seemingly annoyed, and sighed, "It's time for a breeze to blow."

The nonsensical words ignited a fire of rage in the guard leader's heart. He gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage: "Who exactly are you...?"

Just now.

A slightly stronger gust of cold wind swept past the prison cell!

"Whoosh—" Cold air rushed in through the crack in the door, making a piercing whistling sound.

The sound of the wind even drowned out the voices inside the cell.

At the same instant, before the five guards had fully drawn their swords, the eternal lamp in the cell suddenly trembled slightly.

Before Thales' eyes flashed, in the blink of an eye, the messenger suddenly spun around, his longsword already in hand.

Then, a sword light appeared—the brightest, the swiftest, the most silent, and yet the most breathtaking sword light Thales had ever seen in his life…

Like a thunderbolt ripped through the dark sky...

It flashed from the messenger's left hand!

"Whoosh-"

The wind howled, piercing and shrill, and shadowy figures flickered.

As the messenger spun around, the three guards closest to him simultaneously spurted blood from their necks!

The tense guard leader roared and drew his sword.

He opened his mouth and roared something, but his words were drowned out by the sound of the wind along with the sound of the sword being drawn.

A fraction of a second later, the cold-faced messenger turned around.

The longsword in his left hand had already transformed into a streak of light, flashing through the air.

It eventually pierced the chest of the guard furthest from him.

In the next instant, the messenger had already rushed to the front of the guard leader.

Despite his astonished expression, the guard leader remained calm. With steady steps, he calmly raised his longsword and slashed down with astonishing force at the unknown intruder!

The power of termination erupted from the leader's body.

This sword strike was steady and powerful, precise and skillful; the intruder, who had no weapon in hand, had no choice but to dodge.

But the invaders did something that shocked Thales.

He didn't retreat, but raised his right hand high, holding it vertically in front of the longsword.

It was as if he was trying to catch the opponent's strike with his palm!
Amidst the endless howling wind, Miranda let out a cry of surprise that no one could hear.

The next breath, the leader's longsword, starting from the middle finger, cleaved the intruder's palm.

The blade pierced his bone, cutting into his wrist and forearm.

Like chopping wood, they cruelly cleaved the intruder's overconfident forearm in two!

The guard's sword finally stopped at the middle of the intruder's forearm.

The leader's expression suddenly changed: he could no longer bring his sword down.

What's even stranger is that the intruder whose forearm was split open didn't scream or groan, as if it weren't his hand.

The intruder simply raised his forearm, which was holding the blade, and gently twisted it.

In an instant, amidst the whispering wind, the guard leader's longsword snapped in two at the intruder's forearm.

In that instant, the steel blade seemed infinitely more fragile than a dried leaf.

The leader stood there, dumbfounded, holding the broken sword.

With a look of utter astonishment on his face, the intruder opened his right arm, which had been split in two, and his fingers miraculously began to move.

In a flash, he caught the falling broken blade and then gently flicked his right hand out.

The broken blade flew three steps away with his movement and plunged into the throat of the last guard—his sword had only been pulled out two-thirds of the way.

The next second, the intruder swung his left fist, delivering a seemingly ordinary uppercut that struck the guard leader in the abdomen.

Amidst the piercing wind, an immense force surged forth.

The guard leader stared in utter shock, his legs dangling off the ground.

His body bent under the punch, lifted up by the intruder, his entire body forming a bent "A" shape in mid-air.

The wind gradually subsided.

The other five guards, staring in disbelief, either clutched their throats or their chests, and collapsed one after another.

The leader's broken sword slipped limply from his hand.

Just as the broken sword was about to hit the ground, the intruder hooked his right foot, kicked it up, and caught it in his right hand.

There was silence.

Thales then noticed that the intruder's right hand, which should have been severed, was now completely intact.

Not even a drop of blood was shed.

Only the sleeve, torn in two, tells the story of that unbelievable scene.

Thales stared wide-eyed at the smooth and delicate right hand, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.

“You…” The guard leader stared wide-eyed, his arm twitching in excruciating pain, blood flowing from his mouth.

“I just said,” the intruder said coldly, still raising his left fist and holding the guard leader in the air, “because there wasn’t enough time.”

The next second, the guard leader closed his eyes and let his arm hang down, no longer moving.

The intruder gently bent down and slowly laid the leader's body down, then placed the broken sword on top of it.

He straightened up, tore off the wig and the disguise on his face, revealing his original brown hair, and coldly said to the corpse, "So there was no time to disguise my eyes."

The piercing sound of the wind had completely subsided.

Silence returned to the cell, as if nothing had just happened.

Besides the slowly expanding pool of blood on the ground, there were also six more corpses.

Thales stared in shock at the guards lying dead all around him, his heart pounding.

This is……

Cohen and Miranda exchanged a surprised glance.

“Impossible…” Cohen was almost stunned, shaking his head desperately.

Wyman's jaw nearly dropped to the floor in shock.

The intruder, who had killed six people in an unbelievable manner, turned around slightly and walked towards Thales.

His eyes were cold.

Thales instinctively shrank back, shielding the trembling little rascal behind him—he wouldn't forget the orders the stranger had just brought.

Looking at the prince's expression, the young intruder narrowed his eyes, as if carefully observing him.

The prince struggled to control his breathing and, in his tension, finally saw the intruder's face.

The stranger was very young, only in his early twenties, but possessed a handsome face with distinctive features.

It is unforgettable at first sight.

He looks familiar...who could it be?
Thales's question was quickly answered.

"Your Highness Thales, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The terrifying intruder knelt on one knee before Thales through the fence, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. He pressed his right fist to his heart and bowed deeply, saying:

"Raphael Lindbergh".

Thales stared blankly at the man, somewhat unable to process what was happening.

Although the other person's actions were respectful, Thales could not sense even a trace of respect in his tone.

The intruder slowly raised his head, blocking the view of the six corpses behind him.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a pair of rare and eerie dark red eyes:
“From the Kingdom’s Secret Service.”

(End of this chapter)