Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 365 Is it a knife or a crossbow?
Once again, under the influence of the River of Hell's sins, Thales was astonished to feel:
Time slowed down.

In a slow-motion-like view, he saw it very clearly:
Nikolai roared, his face filled with shock and anger.

Monty, his face contorted with rage, strode forward, his right arm outstretched, and charged toward the boy.

In front of his right arm, three throwing knives spun in the air, flying toward Thales.

Seeing the three throwing knives that were impossible to avoid, Thales' heart skipped a beat!
How to do?
Seeing the dire situation before him, Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The air entered his lungs smoothly, broke down, flowed, and transformed into energy in his blood.

and many more!

Thales' pupils twitched; he suddenly noticed something was wrong!
He had just taken a breath of air.

Normally, this action would take half a second.

But what's right in front of me, everything before my eyes...

But within the slowed-down time, there is no change?

This is……

Thales exhaled again and was surprised to see that in the time it took to exhale, the throwing knife in front of him had only moved forward less than an inch.

Sure enough—he was startled: this time, his breathing was slightly faster than the "slow motion" around him!
So, it's not just my mind that's getting faster now—Thales looked at Monty charging toward him in surprise—this is the new ability of the River of Sin?

But the subsequent feeling of weakness made Thales realize that as he took that breath, which was slightly faster than "slow motion," the Sin of the River of Hell within him began to be consumed rapidly, and the power of termination that he had painstakingly accumulated after recovering was almost completely depleted.

Clearly, new capabilities come at a price.

But there was no time for him to think about it anymore.

So Thales cleared his mind and made up his mind.

Not dodging, not retreating—these actions consume too much of the power of termination, making them impossible to execute.

Instead, before the flying knife arrives, adjust your movements, use your insane senses to calculate the trajectory, wind direction, and the opponent's evasion...

With his movements, countless forces of destruction surged forth, only to be completely exhausted.

then……

Thales gritted his teeth, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger!
The next moment, time returned to normal.

Thales' vision blurred, and he felt a pain in his left hand and right shoulder, while the crossbow in his hand jolted at the same time!
"Clang!"

The Crossbow of Time crashed to the ground.

"laugh!"

That's the sound of a crossbow bolt piercing flesh.

"Beware!"

Nikolai's roar had just been heard.

Thales collapsed to the ground in agony, the increasingly intense aches and hunger making him feel unbearable!
Before his eyes, Monty had already lost his balance and fallen to the ground.

"hateful……"

The raven cursed bitterly, clutching its left thigh in pain—where a crossbow bolt was embedded deep in its flesh, the shaft trembling.

The weakened prince trembled as he painfully pulled the short-handled throwing knives from his arm and shoulder, still shaken: he had narrowly escaped death at the last second.

"That reaction and that accuracy..."

Nikolai, standing to the side, looked at the prince with surprise and suspicion, as if he no longer recognized him: "You had this trick up your sleeve?"

Thales took a breath, ignoring the blood still flowing from his hands, grabbed the crossbow, and scrambled away from where he stood.

Get out of Monty's attack range.

The prince, startled, ran to safety, wiping the sweat from his brow with lingering fear. He felt unbearably hungry and aching.
"so……"

"You're finally done pretending, aren't you?"

"Your loyalty doesn't just belong to the Secret Service."

As he spoke, Thales could no longer bear it. He staggered forward to the warhorse that Monty had left behind, pulled out a bag of jerky, and wolfed it down.

This is probably—the boy, his mouth full of food, forcefully tearing open the next piece of jerky, thinking this—the aftereffects of stimulating life with the Sin of the River of Hell.

"Ah!"

Monty looked up, glaring at him with resentment: "You wretched little brat..."

Thales bit off the lid of the leather water bag, swallowed the jerky with the water, and then smiled thoughtfully: "I see, I knew it..."

"So he already knew—the Deathraven, it was you who told him."

Monty, enduring the excruciating pain in his thigh, his face hardened, asked, "What?"

“You know about Adele and Myrc,” Thales shook his head helplessly, feeling that his stomach was at least a little full. “So, he learned about the Grand Duchess’s background from you.”

“Miko intends to rescue me through you—and he also knows this through you.”

As the prince spoke, the Deathraven's gaze grew even sharper.

Those who witnessed the meteorite were even more puzzled.

Thales frowned, as if remembering something: "So, that's why he came, to use this opportunity to break the deadlock."

"damn it."

The prince swallowed the last bite of food, looking quite annoyed and unwilling: "I was fooled by him and thought I had been tricked into revealing myself—I regretted it for a long time."

From the other side came Nikolai's dissatisfied question:

"What are you saying, Little Prince?"

Thales ignored him and simply shook his head.

“As for the ‘first rule’ and ‘shut him up’,” Thales said with a displeased expression, his teeth itching with hatred, “As far as I know, there is only one person in the world, only him, who is full of resentment towards my words, and so afraid and hateful that he doesn’t even want me to speak.”

Prince Star sighed: "So, in the end, this is a struggle between me and him."

“So, the Deathcrow of the Triple Spy,” Thales gave Monty a friendly smile:

"Give my regards to His Majesty Chaman."

Nikolai was stunned.

Meanwhile, Monty on the ground grew even more ferocious, slamming his fist into the ground with a loud "Fuck!"

Finally, the three people under the sun tore off their last bit of disguise, exposing themselves to the gaze of the other two.

The next second, Thales let out a long sigh of relief, looking at his two formidable opponents who were already at their last gasp with mixed feelings.

Surprisingly, he was the only one standing safely.

He smiled unconsciously, as if talking to himself: "A true strong person turns adversity into advantage, and disadvantage into strength..."

Nicolai and Monty both stared at him with unfriendly expressions.

Thales fell silent.

He shrugged and slowly walked to Nikolai's mount, taking out the luggage from the saddle piece by piece.

Food, water, money pouch...

Transfer them to your mount.

The Meteorite's expression changed: "Hey, you..."

“Shh—” Thales put his index finger to his lips, interrupting him with displeasure, and then stuffed the last piece of bread from Nicolai into his saddlebag.

Then, before the other two could see with wide eyes, the prince pretended to listen intently, followed the sound into a crevice in the rocks, and led out another horse—Monty's mount.

"Holy crap—" Monty's face turned pale.

"Shh—" Thales shook his head unhappily, and in front of him, pulled out a bag of crossbow bolts and stuffed it into his own bag.

"That should be enough supplies and valuables for three people," he muttered to himself, bending down to fill three water bags in front of the stream.

The two men on the rock and on the ground were too badly injured to get up and could only watch helplessly as Thales did all this.

"Damn it, you little brat, come at me if you dare," Monty said viciously, dragging his badly injured leg, "I'll definitely make you..."

Thales didn't let him continue, and the boy shook his head with a smile: "Alright, let me tell you a story."

Both the Meteorite and the Death Crow revealed a ferocious look to him.

Clearly, they didn't want to hear any stories.

But the prince remained composed and leisurely began, "One day, two men were passing through a desolate place when they each dropped something, and they were both very flustered..."

Thales walked forward step by step, until he reached a corner and bent down.

"At that moment, a prince suddenly appeared, kindly extending his hands to the two of them, and asked, 'Don't panic, come, take a closer look, what you dropped...'"

Nikolai and Monty's expressions changed.

Thales straightened up, walked to the three horses, and raised two legendary anti-magic weapons with a smile: "Which will be the sword in my left hand, or the crossbow in my right?"

Time seemed to stand still.

The two men stared intently at Thales.

The prince himself seemed oblivious, and even happily shook the Rising Sun Saber and the Crossbow of Time in his hand.

A few seconds later.

Nicolai was furious. He glared at Thales and gritted his teeth, "Damn it..."

Monty's eyes were unfriendly, and he tacitly picked up where the Meteorite left off: "...your mother."

This time, it was Thales's turn to change his expression.

“‘Wrong answer,’” Thales said, his smile fading and his brow furrowing. “The prince angrily said, ‘None of you are honest.’”

Thales shook his head seriously: "These things..."

He first strapped the Rising Sun Saber to his waist, then hung the Time Crossbow on the saddle, revealing a bright smile: "...They're all mine."

Watching their expressions, Thales happily untied the reins, stepped into the stirrups, and mounted his horse—the horse did not resist his ride, as if it had rarely rejected him since the silver shadow man at the foot of the mountain gave him that blessing.

Thales scoffed, looked up at the sky, and smiled with relief.

“You know,” Thales exhaled, reaching for the quiver on his saddle, “I can raise the crossbow now and shoot you all dead right here.”

“Hmph,” Nicolai said coldly, “Try it.”

Monty remained silent, focusing on dealing with his leg injury.

Thales, mounted on his horse, looked at the two wounded men before him, unable to move, and suddenly laughed.

“No,” the prince shook his head:

Do you know what the difference is between me and you?

The Meteorite and the Death Raven paused slightly.

Thales looked at the Meteorite.

“Nikolai, six years ago, it was indeed I who brought disaster to Dragon City and brought you the humiliation of being killed by a blade, but it was also I who led you to fight back and drove Lumba out of Dragon City.”

Nikolai snorted coldly.

“Our grudges are indeed a bit complicated,” Thales said with some emotion as he recalled the past, “but it doesn’t matter. During my six years in Valhalla, we should have settled all our grudges.”

"Therefore, we are now even."

Nicolai stared at him coldly: "Dream on."

Thales chuckled.

But his expression immediately turned serious, and he reached for his Rising Sun Saber: "But this saber..."

Thales stared silently at the golden saber.

Nikolai's expression tightened.

The next moment, Thales suddenly raised his hand and threw the Rising Sun Saber far away!
Nikolai and Monty were both startled!
"Clang!" The saber landed at Nikolai's feet.

The Meteorite stared blankly at the military knife at his feet, unable to react for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Nicolai looked up, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Feigning generosity?"

“No, I’m not that noble. The bones you broke still hurt,” Thales sighed, his face hardening. “But this is proof of your unfinished battle with Tuleha, and it’s also the weapon you used to protect Dragon Sky City.”

He said solemnly, “Your real enemy is not me, especially after I left—instead of wasting time and energy on me, you should think more about how to take back the knife that belongs to you.”

“So, protect her,” Thales said with a faint smile, “even if it’s for the sake of Dragon City.”

Nikolai's expression froze.

The prince turned to the Deathrattle Raven.

“Monty, we haven’t known each other for long,” Thales said with amusement as he watched the other struggle to break the crossbow bolt. “I must say, whatever your initial intentions, it was thanks to your skillful scouting that I was escorted out of Dragonstreet’s pursuit.” Monty frowned.

Thales sighed: "But you just threw a few more knives at me..."

“Well then…” The prince patted the crossbow on his saddle, revealing a wicked grin:
"I'm not returning this crossbow to you."

Monty's face changed, and he angrily gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck you!"

"Hahaha—" Thales burst into laughter.

Nikolai watched all this and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

A few seconds later, Thales slowly stopped laughing.

“You say you live in darkness, and for survival, you don’t care who you’re loyal to… but you remind me of someone,” he said thoughtfully, his eyes deep: “a damned Cornish man.”

The raven gritted its teeth: "Go to hell."

“Believe me, Rumba isn’t a good employer. He’s too hard on himself,” Thales pointed east, his gaze shifting. “So someday, when you’re back to square one…”

"Why don't you come find me?"

"Perhaps I can offer you a good price."

Monty's eyes flickered.

Thales stared intently at him: "Remember, this is my promise, the promise of Thales Star."

Monty didn't say anything.

“So, you two,” the prince shrugged, flashing his front teeth at them:

Farewell.

As soon as he finished speaking, Thales swung his reins and whipped the other two horses, driving them away.

"and many more!"

Thales' arm paused slightly.

Monty, panting, looked up and said, "The desert is extremely dangerous. The heat, the lack of water, the sandstorms, getting lost, and the enemies—any one of these could kill you."

Thales frowned slightly.

“Only I know, only I know how to contact the contact in the secret department in the desert,” Deathrattle said through gritted teeth, trembling. “You might as well tie me up and take me with you, since I’m already this badly injured—at least don’t leave me here.”

After listening to his words, Thales pondered for a while.

He turned to look south, where only endless barren rocks stretched out on the horizon.

“If you ask me,” Nikolai said coldly, “you will surely die if you go into the desert alone.”

"Should we take him with us?"

The Meteorite sarcastically remarked, "You'll die even faster."

Monty glared at him.

"You just said you'd give me a good price?" The Raven stared intently at him. "How about we start now?"

Thales sighed.

"Okay, what you said makes me hesitate a bit."

Monty's eyes lit up.

But Thales smiled again.

"But someone told me there's a good way to overcome hesitation."

Monty's face stiffened.

"That is……"

Thales waved to him cheerfully: "Don't give yourself a chance to hesitate."

The next moment, Thales's face turned solemn, and he lashed the reins hard against his mount!
"Clang, clang, clang..."

As the sound of hooves rang out, Prince Star galloped off toward the endless horizon.

Completely leave the borders of Exeter.

Running towards his freedom.

Only the two who were left dumbfounded looked at each other in disbelief.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

Monty took a deep breath, dragging his injured thigh, and looked at Nicolai with a serious expression.

"Damn it," Monty frowned, looking at the Rising Sun Saber at the other man's feet. "So, we got played by a kid?"

The Meteorite also stared back at him coldly.

“He’s not a teenager,” Nikolai said coldly.
“The Earl of Risban once said that one day he would become Exter’s most formidable enemy.”

Monty paused slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

The next moment, Nikolai, enduring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, exerted force with his feet, kicked the Rising Sun Saber into the air, and grabbed it in his right hand!
Seeing the other's movements, the Deathraven let out a painful groan and slumped against the rock behind it.

The Meteorite took a deep breath, swung his golden saber with perfect precision, and used the scorching blade to slice through the crossbow bolts, freeing himself from the rock.

Nikolai gritted his teeth and staggered forward.

“Speak, old friend,” he said, his right hand, holding the knife, trembling slightly as he pointed at Monty on the ground, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"You want barbecue..."

"Still raw?"

The raven stared at him with an embarrassed expression: "Can't you—"

“No!” Nikolai walked up to him and coldly interrupted him.

Monty sighed and resignedly closed his eyes.

Nicolai slowly raised the knife.

Just now.

"call--"

The wind is blowing!

A figure suddenly appeared behind the Meteorite!

Nikolai's expression changed, and he immediately turned around and swung his knife.

"Shh!"

Nikolai was startled: his blade had missed its mark.

There was no one behind him.

The figure disappeared.

how--

But before the Meteorite could react, the figure reappeared beside him!

"boom!"

The meteorite's arm clashed with the attacker's fist.

The attacker wasn't fast, but the precision and angle of his strikes far exceeded Nicolai's expectations, especially his next punch—

"Boom!"

The attacker struck Nicolai hard on the wound on his left arm!

"Ugh—" Nikolai gritted his teeth and groaned, his movements faltering, before being struck again by the enemy's punch, hitting the arrow wound in his right chest!
"Clang!"

The Meteorite's arm jerked, the saber slipped from his hand, and he knelt on one knee.

But Nikolai had no energy left for his sword: he gasped for breath, recognizing the enemy before him in shock and rage.

He remembered his skills, his figure, his—

Nikolai suddenly raised his head!

"you……"

At this moment, the Meteorite was more out of control than ever before, his face contorted in rage, screaming with utter despair: "You!"

But faced with such overwhelming hatred, the other party responded only slightly, slowly shaking their head:
"You eat with your right hand, right?"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if he were talking to himself.

Nikolai was slightly startled.

He stared intently at the newcomer, his eyes filled with such resentment and hatred that they seemed to engulf the entire world.

He roared, as if he wanted to scream his throat out: "It's you—"

But just a moment later, the enemy's hand slashed heavily onto his chin!

Boom!
Nicolai's angry and resentful shout came to an abrupt halt.

Under the heavy blow, the renowned Meteorite collapsed to the ground.

He then lost consciousness.

Under the setting sun, the attacker who had knocked down Nicolai with a single blow slowly turned around to face the Deathrattle Raven.

But at this moment, Monty stared blankly at the newcomer, as if he had forgotten his pain.

"you?"

The raven seemed struck by lightning, staring blankly at the uninvited guest.

A few seconds later, Monty sighed and closed his eyes:

"It is you."

"When did you come?"

The visitor remained silent, offering no reply and ignoring the dying raven.

He simply raised his head slowly and looked south.

“Rule number one,” the attacker said slowly.

Monty suddenly opened his eyes!

"what?"

The Raven looked at him in surprise: "So, you've been following us since that time?"

"And all along the way... I didn't even notice?" He looked at the newcomer in surprise.

The attacker remained silent.

It was as if he shouldn't have spoken.

“I understand,” Monty finally sighed, shaking his head as if relieved.
"Why are those troublemakers and their Grand Duke's guards chasing us so closely? We can't shake them off... It turns out you're the one who brought them here."

“You’re not confident you can handle me alone,” Deathrattle Raven said dejectedly.
"So you deliberately didn't make a move, but instead secretly lured him in, waiting for us to both be severely injured."

Monty gave a seemingly mocking laugh, then lowered his head dejectedly and said nothing more.

The attacker remained silent.

A few seconds later, the uninvited guest slowly spoke, repeating the first sentence:

"The first rule?"

This time, however, his voice carried an unusual undulation.

Monty frowned: "What..."

The attacker suddenly struck the next second!
"boom!"

He struck Monty hard on the neck with a palm strike.

Before he could even finish speaking, the raven collapsed to the ground and fainted.

Having just easily dealt with the attacker, one of the "Five Generals," he didn't even glance at Nicolai and Monti lying on the ground. He slowly turned around and faced south.

Look to the end of your field of vision.

A gentle breeze blew, and his figure disappeared into thin air.

Have you ever heard of a metaphysical concept?

It is said that the number of monthly passes one receives will directly affect Thales's experiences in the Great Desert.

By Wujian, who looked mysterious.

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