Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 347 You Will Ultimately Fail

The pitch-black cave witnessed a rare moment—the light emanating from the silver figure illuminated the entire place.
"Awaken...them?"

Thales leaned against the rock wall, panting. After careful consideration, he decided to abandon most of his confrontational actions—this silver shadow was clearly not someone he could handle.

The boy asked in confusion, "What 'them'?"

The silver-clad figure stared at him with his dark, seemingly empty eyes, gleaming in the light.

"they."

It was still that Western Common Language with a northern accent, neither new nor old.

The silver figure's facial features twitched subtly in the shimmering light, almost like a real person speaking, which was quite strange:
“You saw it.”

"Those homeless souls."

"An anomalies that linger between life and death."

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

what?
"Hovering between life and death..."

He murmured to himself, then nervously raised his head to look at the dark cave walls around him, imagining the scene of countless ghostly figures appearing from above.

Those gaunt, decaying faces.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

He buried his face in his hands and let out a painful, strained sigh.

"So, such things really do exist in this world..."

Ugh.

They even thought of this for me...

Holographic, four-dimensional, dynamic horror movies—this world is truly wonderful!
It took Thales a full five seconds to shake off the unpleasant memories from the fragments of his past and listlessly lift his face.

"But how could this be..."

He leaned against the rock wall, gently pressing the scrapes and bruises on his body, and asked the Silver Shadow Man weakly, "Where did all these ghosts come from under Dragon Sky City? Are they just bored and here to scare people?"

The man in the silver shadow shimmered with light.

Seems to be hesitating.

“Above us lies Arendburg on the ground,” he finally answered, his words, delivered through the silver light, like a dreamlike murmur, echoing faintly:
"It has stood here for thousands of years."

"The flames of dragons, the footprints of elves, the warriors of the North, the iron hooves of empires, and even the heavy hammers of orcs have all ravaged this place."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar place name, Telston paused in surprise.

"Aaron, De, Bao..."

The prince repeated in confusion, but then his eyes lit up: "Wait, you mean Dragon Peak City? Arendeburg is its old name..."

Thales immediately understood something, and in a flash, he began to look at the Silver Shadow Man with a strange gaze.

"Using this title... so you're from ancient times, uh, the imperial era?"

But the silver-clad figure simply stared at him silently, without answering.

“Fine,” Thales shrugged, feeling awkward, and mentally crossed the option of “making small talk to get information” off the head of this inhuman, ghostly figure in front of him.
"Then, the souls of the dead?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-clad figure slowly raised his head, looking at the cave with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

He turned away from Thales.

The silvery footsteps left wondrous, iridescent marks on the rocks they trod.

"This land has endured countless wars and bitter cold, disasters and death... Heads fell, blood was splattered everywhere, corpses filled the fields, and wails echoed."

The silver-clad figure walked slowly forward, and the words, echoing faintly, returned, carrying with them an unyielding melancholy:
"For thousands of years, countless lives have been buried here, and the spirits of the dead gather here and are hard to dispel."

"Gatherings are difficult to eliminate..."

"Difficult to digest..."

"remove……"

This time, his echo was particularly clear, which startled Thales.

The prince then realized that the other person's words were not spoken, but seemed to resonate directly in his mind!
and many more.

The words that resonated in my heart.

This situation...

Does this look familiar?
But before Thales could figure it out, the Silver Shadow's tone changed.

"Originally, they should have been sleeping quietly, without any consciousness, unrelated to the living, and unrelated to the mortal world, slowly losing themselves and time, until they disappeared completely and could no longer exist."

The man whirled around, his silver aura intensifying like the flickering of an oil lamp, and his tone became stern and earnest:
"Until you awaken them."

Thales was stunned.

"I?"

"But... but I didn't do anything!"

He stretched out his hands innocently and in confusion: "How did you wake them up?"

The silver figure was facing him, and the features of his face, revealed by the contrast of light and shadow, suddenly became somewhat angular and sharp.

“No,” he said firmly.

"You did it."

Thales looked stunned.

The silver-clad figure slowly raised his right hand, facing him directly, a faint silver light emanating from his palm.

Thales suddenly felt uncomfortable—there seemed to be something in the silver light that made his skin sting slightly, just like when this dangerous presence had threatened and interrogated him earlier.

“I can see, they can all see—you have a special power.”

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

The Silver Shadow said calmly, but it made Thales's breathing inexplicably quicken: "It lies dormant in your strong body, drawing nourishment and giving back benefits. It allows you to communicate between the human world and the underworld, and connect the living with the dead."

Thales raised an eyebrow.

what?
"In the instant it becomes one with you, you are adrift between life and death, blurring the boundary between existence and extinction."

The Silver Shadow's words made Thales' heart skip a beat.

Between life and death...

He immediately understood something.

“You used yourself as the key to open a passage between previously unconnected boundaries,” the man said solemnly. “The souls of the dead, who should have been oblivious and unable to affect the living, were all disturbed and awakened.”

"Like hyenas that gather by following decay, or a swarm of sharks that come with a thirst for blood."

Thales blinked in astonishment, staring at the increasingly distinct dark features of the Silver Shadow.

“You mean…” he whispered incredulously.

"The sins of the River of Prisons?"

The Silver Shadow did not answer.

With a heart full of trepidation, Thales acted on his idea.

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and invoked the Sin of the River of Hell within his body, unleashing its most common effect—enhancing his visual and auditory senses.

Within seconds, the Sin of the Prison River flowed into the blood vessels around his eyes and ears along with his consciousness, making his world bright and clear.

But at the same instant, Thales immediately sensed something was amiss!

In the distance, on the rock face where the silver light could not reach, countless dark shadows emerged, and the newly appeared eerie faces all looked this way!
"Ouch...it hurts so much, my chest..."

No, why kill me? I didn't participate in the uprising...

【Sada! Lok Sada!】

They can't stay here. The orc vanguard is coming soon. Even if they have to tie them up, they have to take everyone in this village away...

[Hahaha, you won't believe it, I chained that ice bastard to a rack, used red-hot tongs to rip out its intestines, and poured kerosene on it... I'll never forget what they did to my Lisa... I want every orc who falls into my hands to die a agonizing death...]

In that instant, a chilling cold, deep whispers, and painful howls—all the nightmares returned to Thales's senses!

The prince was greatly surprised!
However, the sin of the River of Hell, which sensed the threat, did not stop but instead accelerated uncontrollably, continuously amplifying his senses.

The feeling was like watching a horror movie in a past life, where at the climax of the fright, the film abruptly switched from 2D to 3D.

I'm only doing this for the reward and to have enough to eat... Why should I risk my life for them? They've never treated us lowly soldiers like human beings anyway...

"I'm so hungry, General! We've eaten all the prisoners of war and criminals. I'm so hungry... Can we eat the sick and elderly? They're dying anyway. It'll fill our stomachs, and we can even help protect their families..."

I don't understand. We are soldiers, we have our own honor. Is there any honor in slaughtering civilians...?

Listen, soldier, your honor is not determined by you, nor by who is civilian and who is enemy. It is determined by the Legion, by the Empire, and by my orders. Do you understand? Now, soldier, kill this northern brat, because he is the enemy. This is honor…

The sound grew louder and louder, and the surroundings grew colder and colder. Thales clutched his head in pain, closed his eyes, and began to convulse.

Oops……

how come……

The surrounding spirits grew increasingly restless, with many even climbing towards them.

Just now.

"roll!"

The Silver Shadow's roar echoed in my ears.

The cave was filled with a brilliant silver light once more, so bright that Thales curled up in pain!
"Go back to your wretched nest!"

As the Silver Shadow roared, the screams of the dead rang out again, gradually fading away.

They painfully shunned the silver light, retreating and disappearing into the darkness.

Those terrible whispers and emotions also receded from Thales's senses like a tide.

Until the surroundings became quiet again.

After a long while, Thales, who was slumped against the rock wall, finally lowered his hands from his head and felt the sin of the Hell River disappear.

hateful.

He gasped for breath, cursing inwardly.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

“At present, these ghosts cannot directly harm your body,” the Silver Shadow Man’s voice rang out again, “but they can break your spirit, pollute your soul, and turn you into a walking corpse by influencing the environment.”

"Of course, what if they were stronger, and you were weaker..."

Thales opened his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

The silver light emanating from the man gradually diminished. He lowered his gleaming hand and silently watched the boy.

“Very good, the effects of the Sin of the River of Hell…” Thales said dejectedly, “So it can also open the Yin-Yang Eyes to see ghosts, or release infrasound to summon spirits…”

"That's fantastic!"

He said it with a sarcastic tone.

The silver shadow figure returned to Thales' side and looked down at him.

“I recognize this power—I had a friend who was just like you.”

The Silver Shadow's words jolted Thales awake: "The Sin of the River of Hell?"

The man in the silver light shook his head: "Under the torment of this power, he was rejected by the River of Hell and rejected by the mortal world."

That was the greatest misfortune of his life.

"Just like here, like these poor souls trapped between life and death by an evil curse."

Thales, whose mood was simultaneously filled with depression and irritability, chuckled sarcastically: "I guess I'm not much better off."

But a thought struck him.

“An evil curse?” Exhausted, Thales raised his eyes and asked:

“You’ve mentioned this more than once.”

"What do you mean?"

This time, the silver-clad figure, looking down at the boy, paused for a long time.

The silver light on his body flickered.

Finally, the Silver Shadow spoke again:
"These tormented souls are not trapped here of their own volition."

His words were full of sorrow and pity: "On the contrary, they are bound here by a vicious curse and cannot continue their journey to death."

"Because of this curse, they have severed the cycle of life, are trapped in an eternal quagmire, and suffer endless torment."

Thales was stunned.

He struggled to his feet and looked around.

All that could be seen was a dimly lit cave and dark rock formations.

Nothing.

The prince suppressed his horror and asked curiously, "What kind of curse?"

The Silver Shadow remained silent for a few seconds.

Just as Thales was about to urge him on, the silver-clad figure faced him directly, his features shimmering in the silver light, his words heavy and deliberate:
"The Curse of the Iron-Blooded King".

Thales's brow twitched.

"Iron-Blooded King?"

"I remember this legend."

The prince scratched his head: "The Iron-Blooded King, everyone in the North knows him, he is, he seems to have built something..."

Thales bit his lower lip, thinking hard, feeling like he was about to remember.

The Silver Shadow Man snorted, interrupting his recollection: "Iron-Blooded King, the first human king to lead his people in resisting the ancient orcs, the builder of the 'last line of defense for mankind'."

"Correct!"

Feeling slighted, Thales blushed and shrugged: "I mean, yes, I know."

“The death of the Ironblood King, the fall of the last line of defense, the massive invasion of the ancient orcs, and the destruction of the ancient kingdom of Shavin—these all mark the end of the primitive age of mankind and the beginning of the Age of Kings… I remember now,” Thales sighed. “Ah, I really miss history class.”

But then he frowned in surprise:

"But what does the Iron-Blooded King have to do with the curse?"

The silver-clad figure shook his head, causing the surrounding rocks to tremble with light and shadow.

"This is an ancient and tragic story, cruel and sorrowful, you don't need to know the details."

Thales narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

The man's facial features paused slightly, as if he were sighing:

"Just know that this is a sin committed by a group of noble people."

"They came with hope and love, trying to save the world, but in the end they made a terrible mistake with far-reaching consequences."

His next words caused Thales to gasp slightly again:

Even monks avoid mentioning it, regarding it as taboo.

Thales stiffened slightly, even his breath trembled.

"Mage?"

Thales stared in astonishment at the silver-clad figure before him, his doubts about his identity resurfacing: "Is this related to them?"

The silver-clad figure turned his head, his silver armor rippling with light.
"They are not only related, but also the main characters in it."

His voice became sharp and solemn:
"The Curse of the Iron-Blooded King - This is a calamity brought by magic, and a misguided path for mages."

Thales continued to stare at him in astonishment.

That's right. If this guy lived during the Imperial Age, before the Final War, then he would definitely know magic and mages...

But before he could ask any further questions, the silver-clad figure spoke up again.

“Because of this curse, this mistake,” the Silver Shadow turned to the dark cave and said in a deep voice, “the souls of countless dead, no matter what their names were or where they belonged in life, are locked here—the Black Path—before they can go to the River of Hell, unable to enter the cycle of rebirth.”

"If life is a long rope, then they live in a dead knot, neither advancing nor retreating, and are the most pitiful and pathetic existence."

Thales felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the brightly colored male ghost and its eerie, cold smile.

"So...they didn't die?"

The Silver Shadow shook his head in denial: "Death is not scary. What is truly scary is being unable to move forward after you die."

"How to say?"

“Death is the dual dissipation of body and soul,” the man in the silver light gently raised his palm, and the silver light transformed into a human figure in his hand, indicating to Thales the separation of soul and body: “And these souls… they have lost their bodies, they have no shells, and therefore no vessel to carry their senses and memories.”

"But because of the curse, they left behind souls that should have been powerless to survive alone."

The Silver Shadow's words grew increasingly solemn, and the echo grew louder: "This means that, over the long course of time, these souls that should have vanished but have inexplicably remained are unable to create new memories, and are constantly forgetting old ones, making it difficult for them to distinguish between themselves and others, the past and the present."

"For them, the past is an illusion, the future is meaningless, and they know neither where they came from nor where they are going."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word clearly:
"They are no longer who they used to be, but have become something else, other monsters." The silver shadow stopped explaining and stared straight at Thales, seemingly pointing at him in a positive response.

Thales stared in disbelief, trying to process this strange and mysterious knowledge.

but……

Please.

This...this doesn't make sense...

"This doesn't seem good," Thales said, forcing himself to hold back his questions about the details and his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) about the Silver Shadow's wild ideas.

"So, uh, this curse, these wandering souls... are going to continue forever? Not until the battery runs out or something..."

The silver-clad figure interrupted him with a soft hum.

“That’s the worse part,” the man said calmly but seriously. “These souls are stuck between life and death, connected to the living on one side and the dead on the other. They are affected by both sides at the same time, and can also influence both sides in turn.”

Thales frowned more and more as he recalled the "ghostly" incident during his journey.

"For example, not long ago, countless deaths occurred on the ground—a new wave of loss and despair, a new wave of greed and madness, a new wave of hatred and obsession, all of which profoundly affected the souls in the Black Path." The Silver Shadow Man withdrew his hand and said silently.

Thales paused in confusion for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

what?
"Countless deaths?"

The boy, still confused, pressed on, "I don't understand. This... this is inside Sky Cliff, the underground rock strata of Dragon Sky City."

Thales shook his head: "What 'countless' on the ground..."

But he paused, stopping himself from uttering the words that were about to come out.

Thales's vision drifted past a neighborhood full of ruins, and then flashed the faces of Griveo and Kertz.

He suddenly remembered something and his eyes widened in shock.

No way?
That means……

“Wait, ‘not long ago’? I think I know…”

Thales looked on with a mixture of realization and shock, and subconsciously whispered, "Six years ago, calamity befell Dragon Sky City..."

“The Shield Zone is destroyed. There… yes, countless… deaths.”

He finished speaking stiffly.

As he spoke, Thales noticed that the light on the Silver Shadow Man flickered rapidly.

The surroundings were still dark, but the flickering silver light made the cave seem even more eerie.

After a long while, Yin Ying finally spoke again.

"Is it."

The silver-clad figure's light dimmed somewhat, seemingly reflecting his mood:

"This has happened before—war, famine, plague, disaster, the suffering of the living infuses the souls of the dead with new nourishment, not only preventing them from dissipating, but also allowing them to grow stronger in the boundless darkness, transforming into the most pitiful and hateful deformed forms, continuing to drift in this prison."

"At the same time, that terrible curse intensified, perpetuating a cycle that bound the souls of the dead even tighter, making them unable to extricate themselves, even to the point of dependence on one another, until now," the man gently shook his head:
"Difficult to move forward, unable to find liberation, unable to transcend."

Thales leaned heavily against the rock wall behind him and let out a long sigh.

"It affects both the living and the dead, and can last forever..."

"That does sound really bad."

The Silver Shadow crossed his arms in a very human-like manner and leaned against the rock wall just as skillfully as he did.

This gesture made him seem much more approachable—no longer the aloof and unapproachable devil he once was.

"For thousands of years, the three magic towers have devoted themselves to the curse of the Iron-Blooded King, and countless mages have died one after another in the face of this mistake."

Upon hearing the familiar words, Thales immediately perked up his ears.

The silver-haired man seemed to be sighing. He gently shook his silver head, and his dark features twitched slightly: "But every time they try to study and uncover the secrets, and try to make up for and correct them, they only push this already terrible mistake into an even more serious abyss, creating even more terrible consequences."

His voice sank to the bottom:

"Even leading to the end of the world."

Thales listened, completely stunned.

Faced with this eerie silver figure, he decisively shook his head: "The end of the world? I don't understand."

"Is it...that serious?"

The silver-clad figure snorted coldly.

He slowly turned to the boy, his dark eyes seemingly gathering an indescribable power that made Thales' heart sink.

"You're still too young, Shining."

“You were unaware,” the Silver Shadow said calmly, “neither informed nor aware.”

"You are not ready to face your mission."

Thales frowned: "What?"

The Silver Shadow's voice rose slightly, creating visible ripples in the light, like a soft laugh.

But the next moment, his dark features immediately relaxed.

The silver light gathered again on the man's body, and it shone brightly in an instant!
The silver-clad figure left the rock wall, lowered his arms, and silently looked towards a corner of the cave.

"What's wrong?" Sensing something was amiss, Thales quickly stood up straight and asked warily.

The Silver Shadow is very simple:
"Here they come."

Just one sentence put Thales on edge.

As the Silver Shadow Man spoke, a faint chill ran down Thales's spine.

He nervously raised his head, looked around at the rock walls, and quickly realized something was wrong.

A visible black mist seeped from the surrounding rock walls, staining the narrow cave. With each inch of the black mist seeping out, the area illuminated by the silver shadow figure's light shone smaller.

Like an insect that devours light.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the black mist grow larger and larger, instinctively shrinking back.

He had seen this kind of fog before.

Just now.

"This is the physical manifestation of the curse," the Silver Shadow coldly reminded him.

"Don't touch them."

Thales frowned. "Uh... good idea."

Soon, withered and rotting faces and strangely colored arms emerged from the rock face and from the densest part of the black mist.

Thales gritted his teeth: as the light dimmed, he could no longer see the distant ghosts, but the boy dared not activate the River of Sin again, for fear of bringing another round of disaster.

“But didn’t you just drive them all away?” He wisely moved a little closer to the silver-clad figure, even though the latter had just almost killed him.

The silver shadow clenched his fists, and the light intensified.

"For thousands of years, a terrifying curse has caused countless horrible undead to gather here," the Silver Shadow's tone was serious, yet largely unwavering, as if it were commonplace.
"Most of them have withered away with history, but a few have survived the ravages of time and retained a great deal of rationality, which is quite special."

"Powerful, terrifying, and troublesome."

"Some of them can even spar with me."

The silver-clad figure abruptly turned his head, looking towards the deepest, most secluded corner:
"Such as this."

Following the silver shadow's "eyes," Thales looked towards that corner and immediately turned pale.

A face appeared on the rock face.

is it.

There it is again.

It opened its withered lips again, its rusty teeth trembling, and emerged from the rock wall.

It was still the same ancient armor, the same intricate braids, the same bulging, pale eyes, and the same body that, despite being in darkness, remained vividly colored.

It was the first ghost to appear.

That most special soul.

Too……

Thales thought to himself: He was also the murderer who killed Krzysz.

Compared to its kind, which only dared to cling to the rock face and not get too close to the silver light, this special ghost emitted endless black curse mist, completely breaking free from the rock face and floating in the air.

It drifted toward the center of the silver light.

Thales tensed up!
The ghost raised its head, its pale eyes emitting a ghostly green light, and looked at them.

Thales bit his lower lip and gripped the dagger at his waist.

Even though he didn't know if it would be useful.

However, this time, the peculiar spirit looked at the silver-clad figure.

The ancient imperial language, which had gone from unfamiliar to familiar, resonated once more in Thales' ears with its profound and melancholic tone:

【you……】

It's you again.

[A northerner.]

Northerners...

Thales looked curiously at the silver shadow figure beside him, and resumed his speculation about his identity.

The withered facial muscles of the departed soul twitched slightly, and it shook its head—a human-like gesture, as if it were recalling something.

Why haven't you given up yet?

Why not join us?

Why resist?

The silver figure shook his head, and the silver light on his body focused, reducing the area it could illuminate, but becoming even more dazzling.

It dispersed a few wisps of black mist that were about to approach.

"General Linka."

The man in the silver light spoke casually, yet skillfully in the ancient imperial language: "You were once a great warrior, a formidable opponent, and a brutal executioner."

"But at that time, you were at least a human being."

“And now, the curse has affected most of your sanity,” the Silver Shadow sneered. “You are no longer yourself.”

"sad."

Thales opened his eyes wide, looking at the vividly colored ghost, then at the silver shadow.

Between them...

The ghost of General Linka bared his terrifying teeth and growled.

[A northerner.]

You've managed to hold on until now thanks to the power of that washed-up deity...

But the power of this curse far exceeds your imagination.

A chilling laugh echoed from the dead, and black mist swirled around his armor, yet it did nothing to obscure its colors and decorations.

It was getting darker and darker around us.

Like an inner room where the lights are about to be turned off.

[Northerners, you can barely maintain your sanity... and you still want to continue suppressing us?]

I can sense that you can't keep going forever—your strength, no, the strength bestowed upon you by the divine being, is waning.

The silver-clad figure gave a soft snort and remained silent.

Outdated deities?

attenuation?

In the dim light, Thales glanced at the wretched appearance of the dead soul and felt a chill run down his spine.

He glanced at the silver figure again, silently praying—whatever the latter might be, god or demon, he hoped this silver sadist would remain powerful.

The ancient imperial language of the dead continued to echo:
You cannot suppress us forever, nor can you suppress this curse.

You yourself are merely a departed being, unable to remain forever.

You can't hold on.

An indescribable, eerie light permeated the white eyes of the departed soul:
But we... we will never perish, the curse will never end.

The war on earth never ends; death and bloodshed are renewed daily, and our nourishment is inexhaustible...

One day, you will join us and be with us...

[To become an existence that never perishes.]

As if in response, the other dead souls around them opened their mouths and let out a series of chilling roars.

The sound echoed in the cave, and the eerie black mist and increasingly dim light sent chills down Thales' spine.

“Your greatest tragedy, General,” the silver-clad figure turned his head, flexed his wrists made of silver light, looking like a thug about to join a brawl, “is that you often forget—that you are already dead.”

Thales had a feeling that if it weren't for the silver light on his body indicating that he was no ordinary person, the Silver Shadow Man would be no different from an ordinary person.

Thales coughed and tried to join the conversation in Old Empire: "You...know each other?"

"of course."

"The final commander of the Fourteenth Legion of the Empire," the man's dark mouth slowly widened, as if a cold laugh was about to break out: "Kainkamur Linka."

He is known as the "Snow Butcher".

Thales stared incredulously at the ghost opposite him, his face contorted in horror.

Ultimately... an empire?
So this General Kai, how many years has he been dead?

“I remember his name, his title, his deeds,”

The Silver Shadow looked at the departed souls in mid-air from afar, his words solemn: "Even more so than I remember my own past."

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

The ghost—Kainkamur—opened its terrifying, dry lips and laughed coldly in the cursed black mist.

Same to you.

One day, we will return to this world and rebuild the great and glorious empire of the past.

And you, you overconfident northerner, you will ultimately fail.

The silver-clad figure coldly observed the other party, remaining unmoved and silent.

You will ultimately fail.

At the same time, filled with boundless hatred and resentment, countless souls on the rock wall spoke up, unleashing deafening, chilling howls: 【Aaaaaaahhhhhh—】

Thales tensed up and instinctively reached out to cover his ears!

The Silver Shadow stood unfazed and even stepped forward to block Thales's path.

Suddenly, the black mist surrounding Kanekamur increased in size, obscuring countless silver lights and engulfing the entire cave.

You will ultimately fail.

The next second, amidst endless black mist, the withered and decaying face of the Imperial General Kanekamur, who had passed away many years ago, appeared before them in an instant!

Thales was suddenly startled!
His vision suddenly went dark.

The roaring undead general charged menacingly at the silver shadow.

The boy's vision grew darker and darker until he could no longer see his surroundings.

In the dim cave, the mournful howls of the dead echoed in his ears, and Thales couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Among these moments, the Imperial General's repeated low growls sent chills down one's spine: "You will ultimately fail..."

The next moment, the black mist completely enveloped the Silver Shadow.

Not an inch was missed, not a single detail was left unattended.

The last glimmer of light finally disappeared from Thales' sight.

Only darkness remains.

And the general's whisper: [E...X...S...]

You will eventually...

【fail.】

I don't know why I suddenly started updating regularly, and suddenly it reached 8,000 words.

I suspect that while I was sleeping last night, aliens secretly switched me with the real Wu Jian, who is currently being dissected and studied on some alien spaceship.

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