Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 410 Hallucination
What appeared before them were five dark cells, no different from the other empty cells, except that the bars were brand new, highlighting the darkness behind them.

It has a strong, foul odor.

No sound.

There was no movement.

No one...?

The people looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

Ricky patted the absent-minded Samir on the shoulder, who slowly came back to his senses as if he were in a dream.

Just now.

"what--"

A deep, long sigh emanated from the darkness of one of the cells, carrying a hint of languor.

"Bri, are you snoring again?"

The lazy voice chewed a few times, as if it had just woken up: "It's louder than thunder..."

Upon hearing this voice, Samir was startled.

A sound of a person turning over came from the darkness.

Everyone looked at each other, holding their breath.

are people.

living people.

Samir stopped in his tracks, seemingly hesitating for a long time between moving forward and stopping.

He stared blankly at the darkness ahead, the torch in his hand swaying slightly.

Seeing Samir's unusual behavior, Ricky and Clay exchanged a glance.

Chisel frowned deeply, while Russell looked puzzled.

Soon, a muffled thud came from another cell, as if someone had pounded on the wall.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their gaze to the darkness of another cell.

A desolate male voice rang out:
"Hahaha, you're talking as if you can hear thunder here..."

Upon hearing that somewhat nonchalant voice, Samir was startled again, his whole body trembling.

The prisoners in the darkness and stench fell silent for a moment.

The first lazy voice rang out again:
"By the way, does anyone remember what thunder sounds like?"

That desolate voice hummed a sentence, drawing out a long nasal sound, as if it were pondering.

“Of course, listen carefully, Naki, this is what thunder sounds like,” the desolate voice began, swallowing its breath and vividly imitating the sound:
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Splat! Splat! Plop..."

Outside of the two cells, several different laughs could be heard coming from the darkness of the other three cells.

Thales could sense that there were probably five or six people there.

Some of these laughs were mournful, some were somber, and some were heavy, but without exception, they all made people feel depressed.

“Go to hell, Tardin,” a lazy voice chuckled, the prisoner named Naki mockingly.

"That's clearly the sound of you and Bree secretly having sex against the wall at night..."

The desolate voice seemed amused by its own words, bursting into wild laughter:

"Fuck the wall, hahaha, fuck the wall, hahahahahahahahahaha—"

Tardin's laughter was long and strange, but Thales sensed a strange mania in it.

And desolate.

Just then, a third voice rang out from the third cell.

"Oh dear...you're quite pleased with yourselves, aren't you, Naki, Tardin?"

Thales frowned: It sounded like the low growl of a wild beast in discontent.

Naki and Tardin's laughter slowly faded away.

Compared to the laziness of the first voice and the desolation of the second, this third voice was sharp and harsh, with a rather sinister quality.

It evokes images of predators lurking in the shadows, sharpening their teeth and claws.

“But I know you can’t hide it from me, I know…” The speaker gritted his teeth, as if he had witnessed something unbearable.

silence.

“Ah,” Tardin, who had just been laughing wildly, snorted lightly, seemingly quite disdainful:

"Oh, here we go again, Nai, our logistics officer."

The next second, the eerie voice suddenly erupted into a high pitch:
"Yes! I know, Naki, Tardin, you two chatterboxes, always spouting those boring lines, they're actually all codes, aren't they?"

"What are you plotting?!"

Boom!
The sound of fists pounding against the wall came from the darkness.

Thales raised an eyebrow in surprise: What's wrong with this person?
The man named "Nai" was pounding on the wall, hysterically shouting:
“You must be plotting something in secret. You want to kill me… Yes, that must be it. You, you, yes, you're trying to annoy me to death with endless trash talk from across the cell, so you can monopolize the supplies and survive until that day…”

"That must be it! That must be it!"

Boom, boom, boom!
Nai's pounding on the wall grew louder and louder, showing a reckless determination.

"I'm telling you, you're delusional! No one can take away my rights, no one! Delusional! I'm going to kill you all, I'm going to kill you before you can even lay a hand on me—"

Nai's frantic roar echoed through the hall, filled with sorrow and hatred.

Outside the cell, Clay scratched his ear awkwardly.

The group exchanged tense glances, but Ricky raised his hand to stop them, watching Samir's retreating figure.

Samir simply listened quietly, without moving.

Amidst the repeated curses, the lazy Naki laughed and whistled a rhythmic tune.

Nai's curse paused slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious song rang out in the darkness:

"A young man on horseback, a young woman carrying a basket, they met by chance by the roadside, and fell in love at first sight. The night was filled with the brilliance of stars, and a gentle breeze rustled through the air. The young man whispered in his sleep: 'When I am rich enough to rule the world, I will repay your unwavering love...'"

Unbeknownst to them, the cursing subsided.

Naki had a great sense of rhythm, and the little tune drifted out softly in the dimly lit cell, mixed with Nai's curses, its clear sound a refreshing breeze.

"The king is old, the woman carries her cane, and when they meet again in the years to come, time will be merciless. By then, withered leaves will be falling, and the sun will be setting. The old woman will sigh: 'You now possess the whole world, yet you still cling to such deep affection?'"

Gradually, as Naki's singing faded, Nai's cursing also disappeared.

All that remained was the sound of heavy, labored breathing.

Nai snorted angrily, followed by the sound of a heavy object slamming to the ground.

The darkness in the five cells returned to silence.

But Samir remained motionless, silently gazing into the darkness before him.

Only the firelight in his hand trembled slightly.

Soon, another timid voice rang out, trembling in the air:
“Naki, no…”

This person either had a naturally high-pitched voice or was simply quite timid; he spoke in a broken, trembling voice:
"no no……"

Naki sighed in the darkness and said lazily in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child, "What's wrong, Cannon?"

"That's not it, it's not..."

"Not what?"

Cannon stammered, "That wasn't the sound of thunder, nor was it Brie's snoring. I know it wasn't..."

He sounded extremely frightened:
"That was...that was the sound of the Iron Curtain opening..."

Everyone, including Thales, tensed up: the people in the cell had noticed them.

Cannon's voice continued, but it gradually took on a different tone:

"They, they're here, they're here! They're coming to drag us out and behead us, for our sins, for our dereliction of duty, for our lack of remorse, for our selfishness... Ah! They're here, they're here... I know..."

A rustling sound came from below, sounding as if the owner of the voice had crawled to the ground, curled up, and was whimpering in panic.
"They're here!"

"Ah, Cannon is talking nonsense again," Tardin said in a desolate voice.
“Just like last time, remember, Naki? He said a girl appeared in front of him… You and Cannon share a room, help him out, knock him out…”

Just now.

"Naki, Cannon, Tardin." A deep, steady voice slowly rose, seemingly carrying a strange power even in the darkness:
"You three, be quiet."

The speaker spoke slowly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, all three people fell silent:

"I think I did see something."

Upon hearing this steady voice, Samir in the hall lowered his head slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Clay was about to reach out to remind him, but Ricky grabbed his shoulder and shook his head at him.

Ricky, who had been keeping a close eye on the cells, tensed up: a footstep slowly echoed from behind the fourth cell.

All eyes turned to the cell with tension.

A thin, dark figure, barely visible, appeared behind the metal fence.

Thales could vaguely see that the figure had long, disheveled hair that obscured its appearance, and its clothes were patchy with black and gray, revealing a disheveled appearance and dirty body.

"Light."

"I saw the light."

That steady voice spoke calmly.

Tardin, who had been constantly making sarcastic remarks, scoffed dismissively:

"It's just an illusion. Like how Nai always feels like someone is trying to harm him, and Cannon always sees female ghosts. To tell you the truth, sometimes I also dream about His Majesty Eddie..."

"Quiet." The steady voice spoke again.

This is a command, leaving no room for argument.

Thales noticed that the other cells remained silent, seemingly waiting for his judgment.

The slender figure slowly approached the fence.

Outside the cell, Samir took a deep breath, raised his torch, and shone it on the man.

"what!"

A cry of pain.

The next second, in the bright firelight, the slender figure suddenly raised his arms to shield his eyes, staggering back several steps: "It's too blinding!"

"This light... what is this light?!"

Samir hesitated for a moment and then moved the torch back a little.

This time, Thales saw it clearly: behind the cell bars, a figure emerged in the darkness.

It was a disheveled man with long, unkempt hair and a beard that reached his chest, standing in front of the fence, slowly lowering his arms.

Samir stared blankly at the man before him, at his sallow and emaciated face, his lifeless eyes, and his aged and decadent appearance—judging from his appearance alone, he looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old.

Samir felt a pang of pain in his heart: he remembered how dashing and robust the man before him had once been.

but now……

Thales, however, saw something else.

The prince watched as the man parted his long hair to reveal a thin, wrinkled face, and a brand that ran from his right cheek to his chin.

Thales was stunned.

That one, like Samir's, engraved with the ancient imperial letter "S"...

The mark of a sinner.

Samir's lips moved, and he said in a trembling voice, "Little Barney?"

The prisoners in the jail were utterly shocked!
“Chief Vanguard Officer,” Samir said with difficulty, looking at the disheveled prisoner before him:

"Quill Barney Jr."

Across from him, Barney stared intently with bloodshot eyes at Samir, who was separated from him by a door and outside the cell.

They remained motionless, as if petrified.

The other sounds in the cell fell silent, with only the breathing gradually intensifying.

From the darkness on the other side, the trembling voice of the man named Cannon spoke again: "Wait, that voice... it sounds like..."

After a series of noises as someone got up from the ground, a second figure appeared in another cell.

Samir turned slightly, illuminating the other person:

"Cannon?"

Thales saw the prisoner: he was hunched over, leaning against the wall, slowly moving toward the bars, his hands tightly covering his face, only his eyes showing, as if he were afraid of being hurt by something.

Soon, Cannon slowly lowered his hands, revealing his filthy face.

"You, you are... no, no..." The prisoner stared blankly at the firelight outside, his face full of terror, and he trembled more and more violently.

On his face, on the right cheek, was also branded with an ancient imperial "S".

Thales suddenly understood something.

Samir looked at the person in front of him, his words containing an unspoken bitterness.

Jonah Cannon, he was once, once the bravest man, daring to fight wild beasts...

but.

Something's not right...

In the same cell, a lazy voice came from behind Cannon: "I think... I think I'm hallucinating too. I actually... I actually saw the Iron Curtain really open, and... I even saw Samir?"

In the flickering firelight, a man similarly covered in filth appeared beside Cannon.

His hair was unkempt, his beard was unkempt, his eyes were lifeless, his face was old, and he had a foul stench, making him look like a hairy savage.

Samir took a deep breath, turning his gaze away with barely concealed bitterness: "Naki."

"It's really me."

Naki's filthy face froze.

The other three cells also became agitated, and several figures emerged one after another from the darkness where the firelight could not reach.

Samir slowly turned around, looked at the other two people in the third cell, and slowly called out their names.

“Guti Tardin.” The prisoner tilted his head, staring at Samir with wide eyes, and slowly a horrifying smile spread across his face.

“Sol Brie.” The man was quite robust and remained silent.

The remaining two were kept in separate cells, and Samir called their names in a distinctly different way.

“Secondary Logistics Officer, Sass Nye.” This was a tense 'savage' who stared at the torches outside the fence with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"And you, Chief Executioner, Luton Belletti."

Samir looked at the last person and slowly exhaled.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The other person just stared at him coldly.

Thales looked in surprise at the disheveled, pale, and elderly prisoners who looked like they had suffered for a long time, and found that without exception, they all had an "S" brand on different parts of their faces.

So, they are all...

However, the people in the five cells reacted in a surprising way.

"What are you doing?"

Finally, Belletti lowered her head indifferently, muttering to herself:

"Who's gone mad this time? Maybe the supplies are running low? Or have we really seen a ghost?"

"It's nothing."

Barney interrupted him coldly, his gaze passing right through Samir as if he were looking at thin air.

"He can't be real."

His filthy face contorted with disgust as he turned away: “Everyone go back to sleep. You’ll be fine after a good night’s rest.”

"It's just... yet another illusion."

Barney's figure was swallowed up by the darkness.

The next chapter will be released at midnight.

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(End of this chapter)