Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 245 One Strike to Sever a Soul!

The moment Thales heard Count Levan shout the command, he instinctively jolted.

No.

We've already arrived here...

A shiver ran from behind the prince, up to his head, and spread throughout his body.

"Qiang!"

That was the sound of weapons being drawn, a chaotic and chilling noise from all sides.

Thales felt his breath catch in his throat, and his eyes slowly widened.

No.

The Sin of the River of Hell was generated within his body and surged into his brain without the user even having to call it.

calm.

Thales said this to himself.

From the chaotic shouts between the two sides to the tense yet swift drawing of swords by the warriors, Thales slowed down as he watched everything unfold before him.

The noisy scene was as if water had been poured into a lake, instantly silencing most of the sounds.

Thales gritted his teeth and slowly turned around, as if time were slowing down.

In his field of vision, Count Levan's face was fierce as he slowly swung his left hand, roaring something.

Beside Count Levan, Slade, his face a mixture of astonishment and subtle emotion, slowly turned his head, his complex gaze at Thales unreadable.

Beneath Urad's gloomy expression lay ruthlessness and pain as he stared intently at Miranda, slowly retreating into his own ranks amidst the chaos.

On the ground, the two squads of Black Sand Territory soldiers, with resolute and ferocious expressions, advanced step by step through the snow, weapons in hand.

We've been exposed.

They were exposed at the city gate alone, and couldn't even get a foothold at the gates of Valhalla.

Even Rumba... I didn't see a single shadow of his personal guards, let alone the four grand dukes.

Thales was breathing heavily, dazed.

Behind him, Cohen, sword in hand, anxiously spoke to Miranda, who still looked incredulous.

Raphael's expression had never been so serious and solemn. The young man from the Secret Service decisively drew the longsword from his waist.

A dozen or so guards with melee weapons let out a unified and awe-inspiring roar, brandishing their weapons and standing at the forefront without flinching.

How to do.

Thales trembled violently, almost grinding his teeth to powder.

Caught off guard by a vampire attack in the Mindis Hall, terrified by an assassination attempt in front of the Restoration Palace, ambushed by the Night Queen and the Holy Blood Legion in the birch forest, and filled with anxiety as they are surrounded at the Dragon Fortress.

Thales desperately recalled these sudden battles, and the methods he used to break through and escape each time.

Useless.

All the methods I've ever used...

Compared to the current situation...

In a timeline stretched many times over in his mind, Thales watched nervously as the Black Sand soldiers, preparing to return to their posts, turned and descended the wide steps leading to the top of the city gate. With slow but powerful steps, they led countless ranks towards their small squad of more than twenty men.

It's chilling.

Just now.

"Beep——"

A sharp, piercing, and alarming whistle suddenly rang out from overhead!
Thales was slightly startled.

The urgent whistle, like an alarm bell, broke Thales's slow-motion state, and everything before his eyes returned to the normal flow of time.

"Beep——"

The whistle rang directly into everyone's ears.

Everyone who heard the whistle, whether from the Black Sand Territory or the Starry Sky and White Blade Guards, paled instantly!
Count Levan, Nikolai, Urad, and Melk all looked up at the city gate above them, their movements slowing down involuntarily.

The scene at that moment was like a sudden, deafening thunderclap, shattering everyone's morning dreams.

"Beep——"

The whistle continued, carrying far and wide.

Thales looked up in astonishment, following everyone's gaze toward the top of the city gate.

what happened?
He no longer needed to have any doubts.

As the whistle stopped, a loud male voice boomed down from above, breaking through the noisy crowd and echoing in the doorway:

"urgent!"

"The enemy—those patrols are gathering!" The owner of the voice, barely able to contain his anxiety and rage, nearly shouted himself hoarse, yet still roared out recklessly:

"They're going to attack the city!"

The news was so sudden that Count Levan's face turned deathly pale in that instant, and Urald's gloomy expression froze.

Thales was also shocked by the news.

This is……

"Everyone!" The roaring voice rang out again from above:

"Back to your battle station!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of hundreds of people rushing forward echoed from the city gate overhead, a chaotic and awe-inspiring sound.

Whether on the steps or on the ground, the soldiers of Black Sand Territory were immediately filled with surprise and doubt.

But just a fraction of a second later, the experienced Earl Levan, as commander, gritted his teeth, turned to Thales and his men, and roared angrily:
"Take care of these people first—"

But before he could finish a complete sentence...

"boom!"

A startling and terrifying heavy thud suddenly rang out from nowhere!
Attracted everyone's attention.

Thales instinctively turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

It is a meteorite.

In Thales' eyes, all he saw was Nikolai's face, which was more ferocious than ever before, as he slashed his blade hard at an enemy shield blocking the doorway.

Without any pause, the Meteorite roared and twisted his hips forward, kicking out with his left leg!
"Boom!"

Another terrifying dull thud.

The enemy, spitting blood, flew two meters away.

"Break through!" the Meteorite shouted at the top of his lungs.

Nikolai was like a humanoid weapon that never stopped burning, and with the Soul-Severing Blade in his hand, he slashed down on the next enemy once more.

The Meteorite roared, his Soul-Severing Blade drawing a line of blood from his opponent's abdomen. With his face covered in blood, he hissed, "Leave your horse behind to cover the rear, charge in!"

The next second, almost all of the melee guards moved at the same time.

A dozen or so fierce northern men roared as they charged toward Valhalla, joining Nikolai in a line, pouncing on enemies who reacted either instinctively or were prepared, brandishing their weapons!
"laugh!"

"clang!"

Blood and metal shimmered, temperature and impact coexisted.

The White Blade Guards charged forward recklessly, cutting down many people in a single exchange.

The soldiers of Black Sand Territory then realized what was happening.

The soldiers on the steps hurried down, while the two squads on the ground roared and charged at the breakout fighters with fanaticism and rage.

"on!"

"Kill them all!"

Just as Thales was beginning to understand the situation, Cohen, with a fierce expression on his face, grabbed him around the waist from behind and scooped him up in his arms!
What the hell?

In that instant, Thales only had time to glance at the astonished Marquis Slade in the crowd and his instinctive step back.

The young guard officer, like the most alert antelope, leaped up and dashed out in an instant!
He gritted his teeth, veins bulging, and with his left hand gripping Thales, he followed Nicolai's footsteps and rushed out of the doorway.

The feeling—a fire burning in Cohen's heart—was like returning to Baki Camp, to the Western Front, to the nightmarish desert battlefield.

Break through, or be killed.

Cohen roared and drew his sword.

"clang!"

He struck the chest of the first enemy, only to find that the enemy was wearing chainmail, so the effect was limited.

The fierce Cohen ignored everything and, taking advantage of his size, gritted his teeth, pushed off with his feet, and thrust his right shoulder forward!
The next second, the guard crashed into the other person's arms, knocking the enemy over.

Thales was held in his left arm, and he felt the scene in front of him swaying wildly, the ground receding in front of him, his mind in chaos, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Even my thoughts were interrupted.

A single-edged sword reached out from the side and slit the enemy's throat; Wyatt's figure appeared beside Cohen.

Wyatt and Rolf then came to their side, followed by Raphael and a nervous-looking Miranda.

"Charge!" Raphael's face was cold, and his words were concise and powerful.

Without saying a word, Cohen grabbed Thales and charged forward again!
Everyone on their side sprang into action, following the footsteps of the White Blade Guard, attempting to break through the gate and rush towards the Palace of Heroes!

Fortunately, most of the Black Sand Territory soldiers were on the steps, leaving only two small squads on the ground. This thin defensive line was unable to stop the fierce assault led by the White Blade Guard for a time.

"Haytson, Jason, bite them!" This was Earl Levan's roar.

Count Levan, watching the soldiers still rushing down the steps, suddenly shouted in exasperation, "Run! You bastards!"

"Surround them!"

On Thales' side, Myrk drew his sword fiercely, cleaved the ropes of the carriage Thales was riding in with a single slash, and then plunged the sword into the horse's rump!

With a painful neigh, the poor northern horse charged madly at Earl Lewandowski. Amidst the soldiers' frantic efforts to protect their commander and Earl Lewandowski's heart-wrenching roars, a significant portion of Black Sand Territory's forces were drawn away, preventing the soldiers who had just run down the steps from joining the battle.

Another guard, disregarding the horse's strength, cracked his whip and spurred another carriage out of the gate, chasing after Nicolai's figure.

"Archers, fire on their path ahead!"

Urad's voice rang out amidst the chaos, and the order officer seemed to maintain a considerable degree of composure: "Aim at that prince and stop them!"

Thales was startled. He looked up from Cohen's arm and saw a few crossbowmen on the steps all drawing their bows and aiming in the direction of their breakout.

what?
A chill ran through him.

"carriage!"

Putila's anxious voice rang out from behind.

No sooner had he finished speaking than another carriage drove past Cohen, knocking over a Black Sand Territory axeman who was blocking the way.

The next second, Cohen roared, and Thales felt a blur before his eyes as his body was lifted into the air and thrown around by the guard!

"boom!"

Thales crashed through the window, fell into the carriage, rolled several times, and finally slammed into the side wall.

When he groggily got up, the first thing he saw was the little rascal with a confused and frightened expression.

"What's going on outside?" The girl stared with her bright green eyes and helped him up.

Before Thales, who was panting, could reply, the carriage suddenly made a sharp turn!

The two of them tripped and cried out in surprise, falling unexpectedly into the car.

Several rustling sounds of arrows rang out.

"Boom! Boom!"

The arrows crashed into the carriage simultaneously.

Thales then looked up, feeling a chill run down his spine:
A long arrow pierced through the thin carriage, revealing a menacing arrowhead a few feet above their heads.

"Excellent driving skills!" Amid the chaos outside the car, Putila still had the energy to praise the White Blade Guard driving the vehicle.

"Rewind!" Urad's calm voice rang out again, even drowning out Count Lewandowski's roar:

"The rest of you, flank out to the side where there are no enemies! Catch up first, form a defensive line, and then intercept them!"

Thales held the little rascal and lay obediently on the ground, not daring to get up.

"What happened?" the little rascal asked in a panic. "Where are we going now?"

“Valhalla,” Thales gritted his teeth, feeling the pain in his legs, “if I’m not mistaken.”

Outside the carriage, a guard with a melee weapon smashed down an enemy, but he was immediately impaled in the hind leg by a soldier behind him, and then fell with a roar as he was surrounded by countless blades.

But the remaining guards with white blades had broken through the thin encirclement. There were only eight of them left, protecting the carriage as they charged toward the ten pillars of Valhalla.

Meanwhile, four veterans brought from the fortress fell from the Star People's ranks. At the same time, Nikolai had moved from the vanguard to the rearguard.

The Meteorite's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the power of termination surged within him.

He suddenly stopped while running, and then swung his elbow in a backhand motion!
It collided head-on with one of the pursuers who was caught off guard.

"Thump!" A frightening muffled sound and the cracking of bones.

The pursuer, like a spinning ship's rudder, was struck hard and instantly flipped over at the waist—from standing and running to landing on the back of his head, spitting out a mouthful of teeth, and no longer moving.

"Damn, you think you can get past the city gate?"

“I knew it,” Nicolai roared, throwing a slash that veered past the second enemy’s shield, drawing a pool of blood from his neck. “The Northmen’s methods still work!”

He turned his head during the battle and watched his companions follow the carriage out of the doorway, while he became the last one.

The Meteorite watched as more and more Black Sand soldiers came down the steps from the doorway, advancing in rows to pursue them.

Nikolai frowned.

His arm suddenly tightened.

"What are you staring at!" Putila grabbed the Meteorite's arm, her face displeased. "Do you intend to cover our retreat alone?"

Nikolai ruthlessly shook off Putila's hand and ran away.

"Keep running!" the Meteorite said impatiently. "Keep at least ten meters away from them!"

Nikolai followed Putilai, and the last two of them ran for a while longer.

"Create distance? And then what?" Putile shouted anxiously, "They'll catch up sooner or later, the numbers are too overwhelming!"

"Enough talk! Just run!" Nikolai roared, his face contorted with rage.
"I'm here!"

Putila, who was running, paused slightly.

Nikolai placed his palm on Putila's back, pushing him forward a step.

The next second, Nikolai spun around, pivoting on his right foot and stopping with his left, instantly turning around to face the menacing pursuers behind him.

“Watch closely,” the Meteorite said through gritted teeth.
How did the northerners solve their problems?

Putile frowned, but after only a fraction of a second of hesitation, he decisively continued running forward.

Nikolai watched the pursuers getting closer and closer, and let out a deep breath—the two leading pursuers were only five meters away from him.

From above, the pursuers from Black Sand Territory looked like an endless swarm of ants, pressing in on the lonely little dot of Nikolai from the horizon.

Behind this small dot is the horse-drawn carriage.

Oh shit.

These muddle-headed imperialists.

You deserve your bad luck.

He thought to himself.

"Archer!"

Amidst the pursuers, Urad's order rang out again: "Second volley!"

The sound of bowstrings being pulled came from the crowd.

The pursuers from Black Sand Territory were getting closer and closer; Nikolai could even see the pores on their faces.

But the meteorite still did not retreat an inch.

He faced these people alone, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth.

They have no intention of turning back.

The next second, the man with a resolute face and fierce eyes gently raised the Soul-Severing Blade in his hand.

The meteorite's hand touched the blade.

"Ding!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

Nicolai easily broke off a blade from his weapon and tossed it forward without a second thought.

“Boundary Severance,” Nikolai sighed, muttering, “Completed.”

He stared coldly at the approaching pursuers, a sneer appearing on his pale face.

The carriage finally came to a smooth ride.

Still shaken, Thales got up in the carriage, stood on his seat, and pushed open the window.

The little rascal also sidled up to him, their two little heads staring in alarm at the scene behind the car.

Nikolai stood alone, blocking the path of hundreds of pursuers.

Only his back was left behind.

The sound of bowstrings snapping rang out from among the enemy troops.

The arrow shot towards Nikolai, leaving afterimages in the air.

Thales' eyes widened, startled.

However, the Meteorite simply waved his sword lightly in the air with a calm expression.

The next second, a dazzling yellow light suddenly shone from Nikolai's blade!

It is incredibly conspicuous even under the sun.

"Cang! Cang!"

There was a clear sound of metal collision.

Thales' eyes widened: a dozen long arrows had stopped in mid-air in front of Nikolai.

It was as if we were all blocked by an invisible hand.

The arrowhead emitted a strange yellow glow—the same as that of the Soul-Severing Blade.

A few seconds later, the arrows fell to the ground.

Thales' mouth dropped open.

But the long arrow wasn't the only strange thing.

Rows of Black Sand Territory soldiers, roaring fiercely, surged toward Nikolai like a black tide.

They rushed within three meters of Nikolai.

The next second, a yellow light flashed in the air.

The Black Sand soldiers in the first row all paused!
They were like people who had crashed into an invisible wall, lying awkwardly "stuck" in the air!

"boom!"

The soldiers in the second rank collided with the soldiers in the first rank, and another flash of yellow light appeared in the air.

But the soldiers of Black Sand Territory remained frozen in mid-air, staring at each other in astonishment.

The invisible barrier is still effective.

The third row, the fourth row... more and more soldiers bumped into the front row.

Shouts, rebukes, and groans echoed back and forth.

Some soldiers brandished their weapons and thrust them fiercely into the air, while others joined forces to charge with their shields. Some crossbowmen even drew their bowstrings to the maximum tension and fired an arrow.

Aside from the repeated bursts of yellow light in the air, it had almost no effect whatsoever.

Some soldiers tried to go left or right to bypass the inexplicable barrier, but when they reached the palace wall, they were astonished to find that the strange barrier was still there.

They were still firmly blocked in front of Nikolai, stopped three meters away.

Unable to move an inch.

They watched helplessly as the carriage drove further and further away.

The Meteorite watched all this coldly and let out a soft snort.

Count Levan and Ural appeared in the crowd, both shocked as they stared at the eerie barrier.

"What's going on?" Urad frowned, looking surprised and uncertain.

Count Levan even reached out to touch the barrier.

The next moment, Count Levan looked at the knife in Nicolai's hand, remembered something, and his face turned pale: "This is—"

Nikolai, holding the Soulbreaker Blade, sneered, gave them a thumbs-up, and then slowly flipped the hand so that his thumb fell to the ground.

Thales' carriage had already come to a stop without anyone noticing.

Apart from the indifferent White Blade Guards, almost everyone—Cohen, Miranda, Puttier, Raphael—was staring in astonishment at the scene behind them.

"No way," Putila exclaimed in astonishment, staring in disbelief, "Could it be...?"

They stared at Nicolai, some surprised, some stunned, some puzzled.

Watching him alone, he held off countless Black Sand Territory soldiers behind him.

“That was…” Thales stared wide-eyed at Nicolai’s incredible feat of turning the tide single-handedly: “What was that?”

Is it Ashida's invisible wall?
The sly one answered him.

"The Blade of Soul Severance," the little rascal murmured beside him, his face full of astonishment, "So the legend is true..."

Thales was stunned.

legend?

The little rascal turned his head, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement: "Three hundred years ago, the Nightwing King was unstoppable and conquered Dragonswing City in one fell swoop, but he encountered the 'Warbreaker' Mostt, who was guarding the city, at the Palace of Heroes and the First Gate. The latter should have been out of supplies and powerless to turn the tide, but he miraculously managed to keep the palace gates and the gates intact, protecting the last of the Walton bloodline!"

The sly one took a deep breath: "So, the one who single-handedly guards the city and single-handedly resists ten thousand troops... it's true!"

Thales was startled.

He raised an eyebrow: "Single-Blade Town... what?"

The little rascal watched Nikolai's retreating figure, his expression slowly shifting from longing to reminiscence, and then to amazement: "Legend has it that in the most dangerous moment, the Shattered Army awakened the strategic-level legendary anti-magic weapon—the Soul-Severing Blade!"

Thales paused slightly, "Strategic level?"

“Soul Severance,” the little rascal nodded excitedly. At that moment, the fear on her face disappeared, as if she had found the most delicious dessert: “It can obey the user’s will and seal everything!”

Thales blinked.

blockade?

everything?
The rascal continued excitedly, "It's said that as long as the Soul-Severing Blade resonates strongly enough with the user..."

"It is said that as long as the user of the Soul-Severing Blade is willing to pay any price and disregard everything..."

"It is said that as long as his life is resilient enough, his will is firm enough, and his strength is great enough..."

"It is said that as long as these things are done..."

The girl turned her head, her eyes shining with excitement: "Then even the long, endless border between Exter and the Star Kingdom—the Blade of Souls—can be completely sealed off without a single inch!"

"Not a drop of water comes out, not a single feather passes through!"

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Thales stared in astonishment, his mouth agape in surprise, his gaze darting back and forth between the little rascal's face and Nicolai's retreating figure.

what?
blockade……

Between Exter and the stars...

Border?
While Thales was still in a daze, the little rascal lowered his head.

"That's it, that's it..."

She took a deep breath and softly recited a few lines of ancient northern poetry:

"The Night Lord spreads his wings, and the departed knock on the door."

"The King of Wrath is dead, and the dragon veins are all cold."

"Hope is extinguished, passion is gone."

After the poignant verses, the girl looked at the pursuers who were blocking Nicolai's path, and absentmindedly recited the last line:
"The army shatterers are here..."

"One strike to sever the soul!"

It took a while to fix the anti-theft measures; it took an hour.

However, two thousand words were added during the revision process. Well, the fee was 4000, but it actually cost 6000.

(I really shouldn't go into business; I'd lose everything.)
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