Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 30 The Hand Reaching Out from the Coffin

Since Ashda disappeared, Thales has not yet truly tested his "out-of-control" power.

He didn't know how the magic users controlled it; he didn't even understand the thing. He could only simulate the scenario most similar to the "out of control" experience based on his previous inductions and reasoning, and then try to use it.

In Thales's plan, this power should have been something he learned about in a peaceful and safe environment, after he had learned a little about the origins of "magic power" and "magic master" in Gilbert's courses, and after considering the reactions of those around him to his "loss of control," before he secretly, safely, and step by step began to explore and research it.

But the impending doom and Rolf's miserable state of being unable to live or die made him determined to start this potentially dangerous "magic experiment" ahead of schedule.

During the first two "out-of-control" incidents, the dagger, which was a physical object, and the mysterious sphere, which was an energy source, inexplicably moved in front of him. Therefore, he initially guessed that the force might be related to spatial transfer.
"Just get that stone lock's clasp to my side," Thales murmured to himself.

The experiment was simpler than he had imagined.

The burning sensation inside my body grew stronger, the stone lock in front of me grew larger and larger, and more and more images filled my mind.

Then Thales lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the moonlight, heard the wind, felt the cold, and saw the vampires on the ground looking extremely surprised.

He himself was already being held in Rolf's arms, with the ground beneath his feet gradually drifting away.

Although the process was somewhat strange—Thales thought wearily—it seemed the experiment had been a success.

Although Rolf was disheveled and in pain, he had been freed from the heavy shackles and forcefully used the wind to fly upwards.

At that moment, no one was more shocked than Chris.

"How can it be"

The old vampire muttered listlessly, his eyes vacant.

Eastren and Laura are still young.

Therefore, only he knew that the "Nightwing Lock" in the dungeon, which locked up the super-level expert, was a secret treasure of the Corleone family that had been passed down for nearly a thousand years. It was a torture instrument exclusive to vampire dukes, and it could only be unlocked with the blood of the person who had been locked up.

That's used to trap experts at the highest level!

It was originally prepared to prevent His Highness from going mad when his consciousness was in chaos, but after His Highness's condition stabilized, it was used on that super-rank bloodline.

A shackle that even the world's most advanced magic gun cannot break!

How did they open it?

Before his serious injury, Rolf was a favorite of the wind; he could even lie upside down ten meters in the air for five minutes with the help of the wind.

But now, having lost a lot of blood, he is extremely weak, tired and thirsty. The sudden loss of his legs has also affected his balance, and the severe pain in his throat has distracted him. Most of his proud superpower has to be used to maintain "breathing" from his throat to his lungs.

He knew he had no chance against the three vampires, and he also knew that Thales's plan seemed to be just a stopgap measure. So after breaking free of his chains, Rolf only wanted to keep rising with the wind to heights they couldn't reach. If the vampires came after him, he would try his best to blow them down with the gale.

However, he underestimated Chris, who had become an extreme master hundreds of years ago.

Chris was not slowed down by the surprise. A thousand years had made him stronger than ever. His withered face darkened, and he instantly rose more than ten meters into the air, pouncing towards the two people in the air!
For Your Highness's sake, we must retrieve that cub!
He was close to Rolf in an instant, and a gust of wind rushed towards him.

To Thales’ astonishment, Chris, whose clothes and hair were being tossed about by the gale, turned into a blood-red mist without any expression on his face.

It wasn't blood like in Eastrun, but rather a blood mist.

In Thales' eyes, the blood mist was dispersed by Rolf's winds, but it still spread upwards, passing through the gale barrier that Rolf had built without any hindrance!

The blood mist seeped into Rolf's front, and under the solemn gazes of the two men, it gradually transformed back into the pale, ashen-faced old man, and began to fall again.

"Ah—" Rolf could not speak, but roared angrily, raising his left hand and using his supernatural power to try to blow the old man down from the sky.

But before he could finish his roar, Chris Corleone's hand gripped Rolf's left wrist.

“Those who cannot grow wings—” Chris’s tone was much colder than the temperature at high altitude, and he said in a chilling voice, “Don’t even think about flying.”

"Click——"

"Woo-ho—"

Twenty meters in the air, the sounds of Rolf's bones breaking and his painful groans could be heard simultaneously.

Then, Istrom on the ground and Lorana, covered in dust and clutching her half-grown arm, who had just rushed out of the dungeon, saw Rolf, who was holding Thales, being pulled towards the ground by Chris, who was grabbing his left hand with terrifying force!

"what--"

Rolf was acting like a madman, desperately trying to push the wind upwards, almost forgetting to breathe!

Yet he still couldn't shake off Chris's sharp claw that pierced his hand bones and gripped his wrist tightly!

Thales was so strong that he couldn't even open his eyes, and completely exhausted, he had already revealed all his trump cards.

The boy was already powerless to do anything.

Finally, Rolf, who was struggling desperately, was inevitably pulled down from the sky by Chris.

Rolf lost his balance and, with his strength almost completely depleted, struggled to use the wind, but Chris's immense power prevented him from taking off again.

"For Your Highness's sake, that cub must live!" Chris said coldly as he fell through the air, clinging tightly to Rolf.

Lorana licked her teeth with hatred, shook her newly grown arm, then smiled, ready to catch the brat.

Istrom, who was standing next to her and whose perception was slightly better than Istrom's, suddenly changed his expression and looked towards the gate of the manor.

There, a dense tremor was getting closer and closer.

"Lorana—" Istrom said with a hint of anxiety, but Lorana's entire focus was on the two people in the air.

Thales dared not open his eyes, but the increasingly rapid wind and the accelerating feeling of weightlessness indicated that something was wrong.

Was this move made too early due to the unexpected turn of events?

Rolf had already given up trying to break free from Chris's grasp.

As he watched the moon recede into the distance and the ground draw ever closer, his eyes gradually became pure, clear, and serene.

In that instant, Rolf suddenly realized that after experiencing so much pain, a broken wrist was actually nothing.

A long-lost smile appeared on the lips of the Ghost of the Wind.

What a pity, child.

Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

At least, I struggled.

And those vampires won't have a chance to encounter you.

Time seemed to slow down.

Then, Lorana, who was on the ground preparing to catch Thales, was surprised to see:
Half-crippled Rolf howled and roared just before he hit the ground.

He hurled Thales with one hand and threw him forcefully toward the manor house!
"No!" Chris roared without any decorum, but Rolf, who had freed one hand, grabbed him tightly around the waist and threw him to the ground!

Thales felt the downward momentum suddenly change, and his whole body involuntarily flew in another direction.

In an instant, the stone walls of the large house appeared before my eyes, getting closer and closer.

It was about to hit his head!

Thales could only close his eyes tightly.

Is this the end?

But to the boy's surprise, the horrific scene of his skull being shattered did not occur.

His momentum suddenly stopped, he felt a wave of dizziness, and then landed in a steady, safe embrace.

"Boom!"

Rolf and Chris crashed to the ground with such force that they broke the ground, sending dust flying across the open space of the manor!
Lorana's expression changed drastically. She flashed and arrived instantly as Thales flew towards the big house.

But Eastrend glanced solemnly at the manor gate, then darted over, his voice echoing throughout the empty night.

"Enemy attack!"

Thiers, feeling dizzy, slowly opened his eyes in an embrace that felt both familiar and strange.

Before him stood a dark purple mask with two dark lenses, which looked at him in the moonlight.

“Don’t worry, Thales,” Yodel Gato, the royal secret guard, spoke hoarsely from the third-floor balcony of the manor, his voice trembling slightly.
"You're safe."

Thales smiled wearily but with a sense of relief, closed his eyes, and completely relaxed.

A dense vibration could be clearly heard from outside.

"boom!"

The gates of Mangcao Manor were kicked open.

The sound of countless hooves surged in!

"In the name of His Majesty King Kessel Starlight, the Supreme King of the Stars!"

Count Gilbert Cassel's steady, deep voice came through the dust and the sound of horses' hooves:

"All personnel present at Mangcao Manor are suspected of stealing and harboring royal treasures!"

"Surrender immediately and do not resist!"

"Those who disobey will be executed on the spot!"

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There was not even a torch in the empty, dark room.

There was only boundless darkness.

And two barely audible breaths.

"What a pity, this is probably the closest we've come to a Qi-based demon master in twelve years," a hoarse and shrill voice said.

“But all the intelligence indicates that Aishida has been killed.” A light and bright male voice said.

"Then let me guess, you who think he was 'killed' must have also read about the immortality and eternal life of magic users, right?" the old, sharp voice mocked.

“Don’t be so serious, teacher,” the light and bright male voice continued, “At least he’s sealed away.”

"The question is, in the current Eternal Star City, who has the ability to seal Aishida, and who has the weapon to seal Aishida?" The hoarse voice continued to ask the question at a drawn-out pace.

"It's just those few, nothing more," a light and bright male voice said playfully.

“Yes, sigh,” a hoarse, shrill voice said, sounding slightly disappointed. “It’s just a few of them.”

"The truth about Red Street no longer needs to be investigated. All files—including the massive explosion in the central area and the eyewitness report of the woman carrying the child—are sealed permanently." "As for Ashda Sakorn, prepare yourself—the Supreme Sword is incomplete. Whether it takes ten or twenty years, the Air Mage will eventually return." The hoarse, shrill voice issued the order in a somber tone.

long silence.

"Don't look like that, teacher. On the bright side, we've eliminated a major enemy. On an even brighter side—we might just be able to draw out the Blood Demon Master." A light, languid male voice said.

"Don't pretend you can see my expression," a hoarse, shrill voice said discontentedly, then sighed, "Blood Mage—alas, this damned fate. The capital city will probably be in chaos again soon."

“Twelve years ago, I at least had Lancer, Ginny, Thyssen, and Lanzar Norfolk by my side. Now, the only person I can use is you.” The hoarse voice sighed, filled with loneliness and desolation.

"But it was precisely twelve years ago, even with people like you around, that His Majesty the late King still passed away, didn't he?"

"It's clear that strength isn't the key—luck is." The lighthearted voice seemed uninhibited as it discussed the tragedy of twelve years ago.

In the darkness, both voices remained silent for a long time.

“Yes, even twelve years ago,” the hoarse voice finally answered, this time filled with grief and indignation: “The late king has still passed away.”

“Oh, right,” the light voice seemed to finally realize the awkward atmosphere and abruptly changed the subject, “The ‘Dark Room’ sent a headless letter saying that a gangster was leaving Exter yesterday and heading towards Star City, towards Everstar City—that old woman also said that this was to repay a favor you did for me.”

"Ah, the secret service and the darkroom, a long-awaited collaboration."

The hoarse, shrill voice seemed intrigued: "Coming to the capital at this hour? A Blood Mage?"

"No, I had someone check. It seems to be a doctor from the Black Street Brotherhood named Ramon."

"Is there something wrong with him?"

"Someone saw him perform a 'little trick' on a country road."

"A little trick?" The hoarse voice finally became serious.

“Yeah, a little trick,” the light, carefree male voice said nonchalantly.

"But based on my extensive knowledge of the entire Star Library, spanning all twenty floors, my conclusion is: this 'little trick' that can instantly heal wounds was commonly known a thousand years ago as—"

His lighthearted voice instantly turned deep.

"magic."

The words fell slowly.

This darkness had truly descended into a deathly silence, like a graveyard at midnight.

After a long time.

“That old woman—” The hoarse voice chuckled softly, “She actually treated this news as a favor to repay me.”

"Truly cunning and treacherous, just like always."

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Gilbert led the way, and his guard, composed of swordsmen, charged into the manor on horseback.

The three vampires were completely surrounded!
"Draw your silver sword, prepare to meet the enemy!" Gilbert didn't waste any more words. He knew that the previous declaration of "surrender and you will not be killed" was just a formality.

But what really works is often just strength and weapons!
Just like diplomacy.

"Lorana!" Istrom nimbly dodged two mounted swords aimed straight at his head, shouting anxiously and angrily:

"Summon the Shadow Guard!"

Lorana landed on a second-floor window, utterly enraged—she was powerless against Yodel Gato, who held Thales and whose figure appeared and disappeared at will, despite her unparalleled size and indestructible claws—and she knew her current predicament. So she opened her arms and let out a strange, silent roar towards the dungeon.

rumble!

Suddenly, a series of dense, thunderous tremors came from the direction of the dungeon.

Gilbert's expression changed, and he decisively swung his longsword. The swordsmen beside him shouted in unison!
But it's too late.

A black tide suddenly erupted at the entrance to the dungeon!
They charged toward the cavalry formation of thirty final swordsmen.

"Form a circular formation!" Gilbert roared, his face ashen, as he recognized what had rushed out. "It's a blood slave!"

Thirty Terminator swordsmen, all at least at the Mortal level or above, also saw what rushed out.

Those were people with bloodshot eyes and faces of madness!

Almost everyone present was a seasoned veteran; they knew what the creature before them was.

That was the lowest and most despicable form of vampire, formed from the essence of humans or other races who received the blood essence of vampires. They were thirsty, insane, loyal, and fearless of death—blood slaves.

Dozens of blood slaves surged toward the horse formation like a tidal wave!
Gilbert understood the situation and knew that Thales was safe. Blindly relying on horsepower to charge at these fearless creatures would only increase his own casualties.

"Defend!" he commanded loudly.

"Ho!"

The thirty final swordsmen roared, dismounted, and quickly formed a circular formation! Each of them stepped forward with their left foot and tilted their right sword, protecting the person next to them!

This is the defensive formation that made the stars famous—the Returning Light Formation!

Just then, a figure slowly rose from the crater that Rolf and Chris had created.

Then, the figure flashed and disappeared in an instant!
"Please wait here for a moment and rest a bit." Yodel gently placed Thales on the third-floor balcony—he saw Chris emerge from the dust, and then disappear from sight.

"We'll handle the rest."

Then, Yodl disappeared from Thales' sight.

The next moment, Yodel's dark gray, crossed short sword appeared in mid-air and crossed with Chris's claws, who was rushing towards the third floor, sparking a burst of sparks!
"Qiang!"

The piercing, sharp sound assaulted everyone's eardrums!

Surprisingly, there was no collision of air.

Yordle and Chris, two top-tier experts in the Western Continent, exchanged a few blows and quickly grasped each other's strength before splitting up.

“This is the ability to traverse shadows!” Chris’s face was icy cold as he dug his right claw deep into the second-floor wall, pinning himself to it.

“As someone at the peak of the Extreme Realm, you shouldn’t be unknown even in the Star Kingdom—is the brilliance of ‘Wrath of the Kingdom’ too dazzling, overshadowing everything?” the old man said coldly. The battle between the blood slaves and the guards didn’t attract his attention at all; all his energy seemed to be focused on Thales on the third floor.

As always, Yodl remained silent and his emotions were unreadable. His eerie figure stood lightly and ethereally on the window frame of a second-floor window, seemingly about to fall, yet he never did.

Beneath the manor, the Blood Slaves and the Circular Array finally clashed in close combat!

"Bang!" The first muffled sound came from a violent collision between a blood slave and a guard!
The sword guarding him cleaved the blood slave's body in two with furious force, while the blood slave's claws and nails relentlessly tore through the warrior's armor.

The same scene quickly appeared at every point in the circular array.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

In the chaos, Thales noticed that Lorana Corleone was leaping toward him, roaring furiously!

But before she was even halfway there, she was forced back two steps by a long, winding silver metal chain that stretched through the air.

"Your battlefield is here, you blood-sucking bitch!"

As Thales spoke with venomous anger, he saw a dark-haired woman in her forties, dressed in a suspicious light blue court lady's uniform (which he didn't recognize at the time), lash out with a chain in front of Lorana!
Lorana sneered and moved swiftly, trying to leap out of the range of the metal chain sword. But in the instant she moved, her neck was tightly wrapped, and the place where the chain wrapped around her neck was actually hissing and emitting blue smoke!

"This is a silver chain sword, you bitch!" the court lady-in-waiting, Ginny, roared angrily. "I've spared no expense for you!"

At this moment, Istrom's eyes turned blood red and he flew into the air, attacking Thales as well!
"Clang!" Eastren roared, his claws crossed, deflecting a silver sword that was aimed straight at his chest.

“Sir!” Gilbert, who had dismounted and was working with three Terminator swordsmen to charge past the Blood Slaves, stood firmly guarding the entrance to the first floor. He looked at Istrom with displeasure, raised his silver sword, and struck a standard duel-invitation stance: “Please stay away from that child.”

The battle between the blood slaves and the swordsmen continues!

But Thales, exhausted, watched as the three vampires repeatedly lunged at him, only to be stopped by their formidable opponents.

The boy suddenly understood!

"They don't want me," he thought to himself.

It was something on the third floor.

That must be their Achilles' heel.

The sounds of blood slaves and swordsmen fighting continued, and the three vampires and three warriors were still locked in fierce combat.

With this in mind, Thales looked at him with suspicion and fear, but still resolutely pushed open the balcony door!

His weak body collapsed into the room immediately after he pushed open the door.

"Boom!"

But a dull, eerie thud caught the boy's attention.

Thales breathed softly, raised his head, and slowly made out the dimly lit room in the moonlight outside the balcony.

Especially the central one, with its countless veins, intricate patterns, and difficult-to-understand characters—

A giant black coffin.

"Boom! Boom!"

As if startled awake by something, the dull thuds coming from the black coffin grew increasingly intense.

Increasingly violent.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Thales suddenly realized that his action of pushing open the door and rushing into the room was somewhat reckless.

until--

"boom!"

An unparalleled deafening roar!

Thales was thrown backward by the shock, his eardrums ringing.

The lid of the black coffin seemed to explode from the inside, jolting upwards before crashing to the ground!
Thales covered his aching ear and gritted his teeth as he got up.

On the edge of the black coffin, where the lid had been removed, something had somehow appeared—

Dry, charred, and filled with an ominous aura—

hand.

(End of this chapter)