Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 427 Deadlock
Sacel's sudden appearance disrupted the situation, catching everyone off guard.

With a furrowed brow, the assassins' gazes shifted, but Yordle remained silent.

But for Thales, this was the biggest surprise he had encountered today.

“Sakel, uh, sir,” Thales endured the pungent smell of blood emanating from Sakel, disregarding the man's current state, “Do you understand the situation we're in? They are…”

"what."

Sakel snorted softly, shook his head, and shifted his attention from his sore left hand to the person in front of him.

“The Shield of Shadows,” the Executioner Knight said, enunciating each word clearly, his tone grim.

"It was truly unforgettable."

As Sacel shook his head, his bangs parted to the sides, and the needle finally saw the brand on his forehead.

At that moment, the chisel's expression turned extremely ugly.

He suddenly realized who this person was.

"Oops."

The assassin leader murmured, gesturing for his men to slowly retreat, and Yordle was also bound by their chains as he moved.

Remembering the other party's former status and reputation, Qianzi became increasingly nervous and vigilant.

I'm really unlucky.

He glanced at Thales furtively.

In contrast, Thales perked up, grateful for his good fortune: "Then you..."

But then Sacel shuddered violently!
He looked as if he were being tortured, suddenly lowered his head, covered his face in pain, and trembled all over.

"That's enough!"

Sacel stared menacingly at an empty corner beside him, his tone harsh: "I know what to do!"

Thales was startled.

The knight of punishment was panting heavily, staring intently at the corner.

It seems like there really is someone there.

I'm talking to him.

“I’ll try… to be careful, to make the most of my limited time out of prison… I’m fucking hungry.” Sakel’s hand, which was pressed against his forehead, was bulging with veins. He gritted his teeth and was communicating with someone who wasn’t there.

Seeing Sacel's sudden unusual behavior, Thales' heart sank. He subconsciously took a small step back, but then stood still.

No.

He cannot back down.

Yodl is still in danger.

Thales glanced again at Yodl in the distance, who was still gripping the Supreme Sword, struggling with his limbs, refusing to yield.

Strangely, he shook his head almost imperceptibly at Thales.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the person observing all this twitched their brow, seemingly lost in thought.

Are you alright? Is this another world?

Thales took a deep breath and tentatively asked the long-faced man next to him.

Sacel took a few deep breaths, his face turning from pale to flushed, and returned to normal.

“It’s nothing,” the Executioner knight said, his eyes tightly shut, pressing his forehead hard with his palm. With each word he spoke, his forehead twitched violently.
"Just like in past training sessions, while you were struggling to defend against Tony's attacks, that awful instructor was yelling in your ear as if you weren't already in a frenzy..."

No problem?
Thales glanced at him with concern, suppressing the words that were on his mind.

His current state...

Can it work?
But he glanced at Yodl again, trying to shake off his hesitation and fear.

He has no choice.

"Alright, could you..."

Thales once again entered Hell Senses, trying to find a weakness in the opponent's formation.

The prince stared intently at Yodl:
"save him?"

Sacel's breathing gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes, looking ahead with exhaustion and wounds all over his body.

His gaze swept over the assassins, and over the captured Yodl.

“Killing is easy. But saving lives? That’s another matter.” The Executioner seemed to have just recovered from a dazed state, his words punctuated by intermittent gasps for breath.

Thales' eyes dimmed.

He drew his awl and dagger again, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his thoughts unknown.

“And there are a lot of them, kid.” Sacel frowned.

He looked down at Thales and said coldly:

"If a fight breaks out, I won't be able to protect you."

Yodel, bound in chains, shuddered and shook his head resolutely.

Thales paused for a moment, then smiled.

“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Saxel,” Thales said resolutely, raising his weapon at the assassins. “You just need to save him.”

"I can protect myself."

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was no longer so heavy.

Sacel narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Highness!"

The other end of the drill suddenly spoke up loudly:
Are you sure this is a good idea?

He smiled gently again: "I believe we can resolve this through negotiation."

Thales scoffed softly.

"Aren't we negotiating?" The prince took a step back, flung aside Ricky's longsword, drew his iron stance, and said coldly:
"Use the sword, not the mouth."

Chisel's expression darkened.

Sacel remained silent, glancing at Thales and then at Yodl.

How important is he to you?

The Knight of Punishment asked calmly, "Is it worth losing your life?"

Thales curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

“Sakel”.

"How important are your guards to you?" the prince asked with a smile.

Sacel was silent for a moment.

The brand on his face trembled slightly in the dim firelight.

"Don't die," the Punisher Knight mumbled, staring at his enemy and coldly biting his dagger back into his mouth.
"Your Highness, whose name I do not know."

In that instant, the chisel's expression changed drastically!
The moment his "no" left his mouth, Sakel flashed forward and lunged at him!

Amidst the howling wind, he charged straight at the four men who were binding the Yordles!

Despite being covered in weapons, Sacel wasn't fast, but his imposing presence and swiftness at that moment were still formidable.

The well-prepared Shadow Assassins reacted swiftly, with four or five figures leaping out of the darkness to intercept the long-faced man.

At that moment, Thales clearly saw in his Hellish Senses that scattered orange-red light was emanating from Sacel's body.

Compared to the overwhelming power of Arakka, Sonia, and Nikolaina, which flowed seamlessly across their bodies, the power of annihilation emanating from this man seemed discontinuous and fragmented, like stingy rain in the desert, a drop here and a drop there.

There is no order at all.

But Thales immediately changed his mind.

No.

It's not without any rules.

Thales watched as the orange-red lights changed their trajectory, and a thought struck him.

First, gather at the waist and left hand.

"laugh!"

A gust of wind whistled through the air!

Just as Sakel took a step, he seemed to have a premonition and turned to the side, narrowly avoiding a crossbow bolt that grazed his nose.

He flicked his left hand, and the throwing axe on his back flew out and shot towards the ceiling in the upper left corner.

"Shh!"

With a muffled groan, an assassin clutching a crossbow collapsed to the ground from the darkness.

First.

A useless person with poor aim.

Sacel counted silently.

The Knight of Punishment's advance was halted, and three assassins caught up. They surrounded Sacel, one on the left and two on the right, and drew their weapons!
The fourth assassin charged forward, four handleless daggers tucked between his right hands!

Seeing Sacel surrounded by four men, Thales, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a tightness in his chest.

In his field of vision, the orange-red light flickered intermittently, spreading across the Executioner's calves, right hand, and back...

At that moment, Sackel calmly paused, then stomped heavily on the ground!

With a nimble spin, he passed by the enemies on his left and right.

For a fleeting moment, Thales thought he saw the Wrath of the Kingdom charging alone into enemy lines.

But the Knight of Punishment neither charged with overflowing rage nor broke through at all costs.

They didn't risk bloodshed or sacrifice their lives.

The middle-aged man suddenly swayed his shoulders, and the quiver on his back and the two swords in his right hand flew out instantly!
The quiver flew towards the enemy coming from the front, while the longsword shot towards the two assassins on the right!
"laugh!"

With a soft thud, the quiver struck the flying dagger, tearing it apart, and a bundle of crossbow bolts scattered in the air.

"Bang!" "Ding!"

Two sword blades pierced the ground, blocking the path of the two assassins on the right, forcing them to adjust their posture or leap over.

In the brief moment the three assassins hesitated, Sacel attacked the remaining man.

With a strange spin, the Executioner Knight darted into the assassin's arms at a tricky angle, accurately grabbing the arm holding the dagger!
Sacel embraced the other's neck as if hugging a lover, the short sword between his teeth trembling slightly.

"puff!"

The assassin groaned in pain, staring in disbelief as the short sword in the other man's mouth slit open his throat.

the second.

A slow-witted idiot.

Sacel thought to himself.

He released the short sword from his mouth, licked his cut lip, grabbed the assassin's hand holding the dagger, and turned to throw it away!
"laugh!"

On the right, an assassin, forced to leap by the longsword on the ground, had no way to dodge and watched in disbelief as his companion's dagger pierced his chest and abdomen.

The third.

A blind man who doesn't know what he's doing.

Without time to rest, Sacel silently assessed the enemy, stretched out his right arm, and used the momentum to push the poor wretch with his chest and abdomen pierced, using him as a shield to shove him forward!
The second assassin on the right gritted his teeth, preparing to push aside his companion's corpse, but unexpectedly, a blood-stained straight-bladed military knife pierced through the corpse's back and went straight into his throat!

the fourth.

A brainless idiot.

Sacel remained calm. He released the sabers that had pierced the two men with his right hand, reached behind his waist, and caught a falling crossbow bolt in mid-air with his left hand, throwing it barehanded at the assassin directly in front of him!
"clang!"

With a soft thud, the assassin deflected the flying arrow, only to be utterly shocked to find that in that instant, a hammer had already arrived before him.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound was like an egg being smashed.

Even Thales couldn't help but shudder.

the fifth.

A coward who hesitates.

Amidst the utter terror of the remaining assassins, Sacel sheathed his hammer, drew a dagger from his arm—his only injury in this battle—and silently completed his assessment.

"Tick."

The last crossbow bolt in the quiver fell to the ground, witnessing this lightning-fast exchange.

Thales held his breath without realizing it.

This guy……

Axes were thrown to strike the enemy, longswords were used to intercept, short swords were used to slit the throat, daggers were used to pierce the heart, military knives were used to deceive the enemy, and finally, a hammer was used to smash the skull. All of this happened almost simultaneously.

Thales suddenly had a feeling: when facing five assassins, in the instant when the power of termination within him surged like loose sand, Sacel was not fighting against many with one against many, or defeating the enemy with few.

Instead, he split into five people, facing five opponents.

He was equally adept at handling either side – in one-on-one situations.

His hands, his arms, his waist and shoulders, his legs, every part of his body, and even the seemingly cumbersome weapons all seemed to possess their own consciousness. At the moment the power of termination erupted, they each awakened and moved instinctively, facing enemies from different directions:

Some blocked the enemy's path, some lured the enemy deep into their territory, some withstood damage, some launched timely counterattacks, and some secured victory.

Even more so, looking at the dagger the assassin plunged into his comrade's arms, the military knife piercing through the corpse, and the crossbow bolts scattered all over the ground, Thales felt that everything that happened on the battlefield every moment, whether accidental or coincidental, could immediately become Sacel's weapon and bargaining chip, turning into a pawn for him to secure victory.

This man—Thales stared blankly at Sacel—was not just a person.

He was simply... a formidable military camp, a perfectly coordinated military formation, and a well-trained army all by himself.

No matter how many people he faced, he was confident of victory, fearless, and calm in dealing with the enemy.

Without pausing, Saxeel strode toward Yodl.

No.

Chisel's brow trembled; he simply couldn't believe that such a being existed in the world, capable of taking down five people in a single encounter.

That's the Shadow Shield, which has been rigorously trained since its orphanage and is known for its ruthless and precise attacks!

How……

Equally shocked by the scene before him, Chisel gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely into the distance:

"quick!"

"That boy!"

At his command, two assassins who had bypassed the battle took advantage of Saxeel's distraction and flew straight for the prince!
coming.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the enemies on his left and right and drew his longsword.

The sins of the River of Hell surged forth like a tide, and time slowed down once more.

"clang!"

Thales barely managed to block the first enemy's aggressive blade and was about to dodge its attack when the second enemy's chain whistled through the air and reached his ear.

Damn!

Thales struggled to defend himself, first dodging the blades, then painfully parrying the chains, unable to mount a proper counterattack, and nearly dropping his longsword.

It's like... facing orcs in the desert, attacks coming from all directions. You can hold off one, but you can't stop two...

Damn it, just now I saw Sakel fight against multiple opponents so easily and effortlessly, treating the enemy's attacks as his own advantage...

But when you actually face that moment...

Thales took a deep breath, but suddenly a thought struck him.

and many more.

One against many.

Sakel.

Treating the enemy's attack as an advantage?
The slowed-down time gave Thales room to think:

The enemy on the left was wielding a short blade, clearly intending to engage in close combat, forcing the man wielding the long sword to retreat in disarray and forcing him to create distance.

The enemy on the right has chains in his hands, presumably waiting for the prince to panic and retreat, so he can capture him alive.

One is long, and one is short.

So……

On the other side, the chained Yordle, breaking his previous silence, anxiously roared at the approaching Executioner Knight:

“Sakel!”

But they were too far apart, and it was too late for anything they did.

But Thales made a move at that moment.

The sins of the River of Hell surged up the prince's arms and waist, prompting him to instinctively lower his body and deliver a side slash, a move characteristic of "cold attack," to meet the enemy's blade.

"clang!"

The enemy, wielding a short blade, made a sudden move and launched an attack!

But to his surprise, he found that Thales' sword was soft and yielding.

This is……

Before he could react, Thales took the opportunity to retreat, pulling his opponent along with him to meet another sharp iron chain!

Seeing his companion and target enter the area at the same time, the assassin wielding the iron chain immediately halted his attack.

The whistling in Thales' ears was no longer fierce.

just now!

Without the threat of chains, Thales gritted his teeth, and the sin of the River of Hell vanished in an instant, while the Fate's Twist, which he had imitated most skillfully over the past six years, emerged from his very bones!

"laugh!"

The prince's retreating sword unexpectedly thrust out against the tide, dodging the blade in front of him, and pierced straight into the assassin's chest to the astonishment of the assassin!

Damn!

Thales gritted his teeth, feeling the enemy's short blade pierce his shoulder, causing him excruciating pain.

The assassin's trembling eyes met Thales's.

Finally, he collapsed, powerless.

The person watching this suddenly felt a twitch between their brows.

wrong.

A peculiar power of ending, and this decisiveness in battle...

This prince's fighting prowess...

This is completely inconsistent with the information the northerners gave him about that "somewhat clever, skinny boy"!
Chisel gritted his teeth: Damn brainless northerners!
The sound of chains whistling through the air began again.

Before Thales could rest, his blood-stained hands reached out to support the enemy's corpse, and with a powerful twist and push!
"Snapped!"

The second enemy's chains struck the shield that Thales had thrown out, wrapping around it several times before failing to penetrate.

Thales seized the opportunity to grab his shoulder, roll out of the danger zone, and grit his teeth to raise his sword again despite the pain.

The enemy was greatly surprised by the sudden death of their comrade, and in a fit of rage, threw their weapon away again.

But he didn't get his chance.

"bass!"

There was a crisp sound.

The enemy holding the iron chain trembled slightly: a crossbow bolt pierced his neck.

Thales, his face covered in blood, turned around in surprise.

On the other side, Sakel, having knocked down another person, released his grip and dropped a crossbow that had been fired.

The last crossbow bolt that had just fallen to the ground at his feet was gone.

The knight of punishment coldly said to the prince, "Well done."

Telston was taken aback.

the seventh.

Sacel glanced at the assassin holding the chain and muttered to himself:
A thick-skinned idiot.

Useless, stupid, blind, idiot, coward, moron...

Sacel continued charging towards the enemy, but couldn't help but think disdainfully: Under that Far Easterner's command, the Shadow Shield assassins were clearly so terrifying...

But during the years I was in prison...

Have they become that weak?

With his thoughts racing, Sakel made his way unimpeded until all that remained before him were the four people binding Yodl.

With success within reach and himself safe and sound, Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

With almost all his cards on the table, Chip roared and charged forward, overtaking all his subordinates!
At that very moment, the bound Yordles struggled desperately and cried out:
"No!"

Unexpectedly.

The previously unstoppable Sackel, who seemed to be fearlessly charging forward, all stopped abruptly when they were only a foot apart.

The situation has calmed down.

Sacel and the chisel stared at each other silently, one with a somber expression and the other with a fierce look.

Ok?
“Sakel?”

Thales, leaning on his sword, wiped the blood from his face and, enduring the pain, stepped forward: "What...?"

But the next second, Thales was also stunned.

Sacel stood in front of the drill, his body tense and his brows furrowed.

Chisel, on the other hand, looked rather disheveled, his face contorted in a grimace as he raised his right hand high.

That is……

Thales saw clearly what the chiselman was holding: a metal sphere engraved with intricate patterns.

The prince understood something. He looked around at the small space and was immediately filled with a chill.

"Alchemy Ball".

Sakel slowly lowered the saber in his left hand and said with disgust:
"That's why I hate mages the most—and their restless legacy."

Chisel smiled at him.

"Yes."

The leader of the assassins shrugged:

"Six years ago, when Teng saw it."

"That's what they say too."

The next chapter is very important and will be protected against theft.

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(End of this chapter)