Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 434 Correcting Mistakes
For a moment, Thales felt as if he had returned to six years ago, back to the Shield District of Dragonsreach, inside the body of the Hydra Kirika, to the scene of his final confrontation with Giza.

Equally calm and rational, detached from emotions.

The same wondrous bodily sensations, and the same ethereal thoughts.

The sins of the River of Hell are utterly silent.

Another force, however, arose from nowhere.

Prince Star gazed at the alchemical orb in his hand, feeling the magic of the moment.

He could see the internal structure of the alchemical sphere: a peculiar energy, enveloped by countless metal discs, was rotating gently and steadily, like a sleeping animal.

He even knew that by simply pulling out one of the mechanism locks, the docile energy would transform into a surging wave, bursting forth, unleashing its ferocity, and devouring everything around it.

So clear.

So Easy.

Thales raised his head with satisfaction, his gaze slowly sweeping over the assassins before him.

The young prince happily began to walk forward.

Wherever his gaze fell, and wherever the alchemical orb pointed, the enemies retreated in panic.

Sacel frowned as Thales stepped forward: "Hey, you..."

“Don’t worry,” Thales said calmly.

"It will be over soon."

"You just need to pick up the leftovers."

Sakel paused for a moment.

Pick up leaks?

What do you mean?
He scratched his head, looking bewildered.

What new vocabulary has emerged in the kingdom in recent years?
"Step back, Your Highness!"

The drill bit, pressed tightly together, hissed:

"If you try to threaten us with the alchemy orb..."

But Thales chuckled and tucked the alchemical orb into his pocket, then raised his longsword.

"An alchemical ball?"

Do I look like such a tasteless person?

The chisel was taken aback.

The next second, the prince extended his left hand, his expression turning cold.

"first……"

Thales's hand opened and closed, as if he were scooping something up and down in the air.

"Watch your step."

His expression was cold, and the assassins in front of him immediately became alert!

Surprisingly, Thales' enemies were unharmed, but the problem lay with the other side.

thump!
With a muffled thud, an assassin holding a chain that was tightly locking Yordle's right leg stumbled and fell backward!
"Watch out!" Chiselman's eyes sharpened, and he shouted.

"That mask!"

But it's too late.

The assassins who had been holding the Yordles captive lost one of their pieces, and the balance was broken.

The masked guards did not let this opportunity pass them by.

In a split second, his right leg jerked!
The chains that had been binding him sprang up like snakes, firmly securing the fallen assassin's neck, and then tightened instantly!

Thales grinned coldly.

He reached out again, aiming at the chains that were controlling Yodl's right arm.

But the next moment, Thales frowned deeply, a look of confusion on his face.

His left hand tightened twice in mid-air.

But nothing happened.

Yordle continued to fight off the remaining three assassins, while Chip kept retreating.

It seems...

Thales sighed.

This skill still needs practice.

“Sakel,” the prince calmed down, waved in Yodl’s direction, and gripped his longsword again:

"Give him a hand."

Sakel snorted in dissatisfaction:
"You mean 'finding a bargain'?"

Thales snorted softly:
"Exactly."

The next second, Sakel crashed into Yodl's side like a beast, his saber striking one of the assassins!
"boom!"

In a single exchange, the assassin, unable to dodge in time, clutched his neck and fell to the executioner's blade.

The weapon in his hand could only leave a slight scratch on Sakel's saber.

Thales, not to be outdone, ruthlessly charged forward with his sword!
Rushing toward the drill bit.

The situation instantly descended into chaos!
"and many more!"

Enraged, the man with the chisel lunged forward, grabbing the rope by the throat, causing him to groan in pain:

"They, your servants, are still in my hands, Your Highness!"

"Just let us go—"

However, the next second, Thales, who was a few steps away, suddenly appeared in front of the chisel!

It felt like he had taken several steps in an instant.

The drill bit was startled and broke out in a cold sweat!
"Shh-"

Thales remained unfazed, wielding his sword with both hands, drawing an arc in the air as he aimed straight for the heads of Quick Rope and Chisel!

The assassin leader, holding the rope hostage, was filled with shock and rage. Unable to dodge in time, he had no choice but to push the rope forward, sending it to Thales's blade!

Quick rope was instantly terrified!

"No, no, no, wait! Good prince, my darling prince!" Seeing the approaching sword wind, Kuai Sheng cried out incoherently and frantically.

"I am your loyal and dearest—"

But Thales ignored it.

He just kept swinging his sword with a cold face!
"call!"

The merciless sword wind strikes!

The chisel rolled awkwardly on the ground, barely dodging the sword's edge.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge the deadly sword, Kuai Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively closed his eyes, still shouting to himself:
"—Wyatt Castle, ahhhhhh!"

call!
The sword's edge sliced ​​through the fast rope's neck!
"laugh!"

Blood spurts.

A head flew into the air.

"Thales!"

Quick rope cried out in despair, tears streaming down his face as he felt the excruciating pain of his neck being ripped open:
I will hate you my whole life—

Just now.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

The words were cut off, and he felt a burning pain on his face.

Ok?
"Wake up!" Thales's cold voice came through.

"Snapped!"

With another slap, Quick Rope finally opened his eyes shakily, staring in astonishment at Thales, who was raising his hand.

Quick rope was stunned.

"You didn't just behead me..."

He turned his head, drenched in cold sweat, and was surprised to find that his head was still on his shoulder!
God!

He is still alive!

Quick Rope's expression changed from mournful to ecstatic.

Great!
Huh? What happened just now...?

"Snapped!"

Another slap landed on his face. Thales frowned and said, "Wake up!"

"It wasn't you who turned around."

Quick Rope instinctively looked down: beside him, another head rolled in a pool of blood.

The head of the assassin who had previously held him hostage.

Quick rope was stunned.

strange?
That sword just now already cut me...

On the other side, Qianzi, who had gotten up in a disheveled state, grabbed the arm of one of his subordinates and looked at the assassin who had been killed in disbelief.

impossible.

He saw it with his own eyes...

That kid's sword has already slashed...

Why was it another target whose head was severed?
They're still so far apart...

What kind of trick is this?
“Stay put,” Thales said impatiently, pushing the rope aside and raising his sword again.
"I can't cut you!"

Still clueless, the rope skipper fell flat on his face and screamed in pain.

"Fine, you won't help untie me then..."

"At least be gentle!"

Meanwhile, Sakel had swiftly dealt with the two who had bound the Yordle, and the masked guard was finally free and was unlocking his chains.

Damn!

Chisel was filled with rage.

But by the time he turned around, Thales was already charging at him again!

"Stop him!"

The chisel hissed as it gave the order.

"call out!"

Immediately behind him, an assassin threw a hand axe from his hand!
It points directly to Thales, who is right in front of us.

Thales twitched the corners of his mouth, but only uttered one word:

“It’s off.”

They don't know—Thales thought.

I don't know what I'm capable of right now.

In this magical state, he was incredibly calm and rational, seemingly never experiencing panic or impulsiveness.

He could even feel that everything around him was in his palm, as if it were within reach.

For example... the enemy's weapons.

Thales watched silently as the hand axe flew toward him through the air.

The next second, the hand axe mysteriously vanished into thin air!
Beside Thales, the hand axe reappeared out of thin air and flew into the distance.

"Dang Cang..."

The hand axe fell to the ground limply, making a helpless clanging sound.

As Thales put it—it went astray.

Chisel's pupils twitched again.

No.

The instant he made his move, he saw clearly that the hand axe could not possibly miss.

So this time it's again...

Upon seeing the strange phenomenon before them, the assassins were once again in an uproar!

"A pretty good trick."

Sacel paused, watching Thales' performance thoughtfully:

"Years ago, a circus came to Yongxing City. One of the members was a superhuman nicknamed 'Knife-Throwing Clown.' He could conjure knives out of thin air and even retrieve objects from a distance. Even Princess Constance was amused by him... until that circus offended a big shot and was completely wiped out by the Blood Bottle Gang..."

"clang!"

Thales decisively swung his longsword to meet the other assassin in front of him, blocking his weapon.

No.

Different.

He knew this was no 'knife-throwing clown'.

It's not a simple matter of transposition.

The next second, Thales' longsword vanished and then suddenly reappeared in front of the assassin's chest!

"laugh!"

Under the astonished gaze of his opponent, Thales didn't even need to use his finishing power; with just a gentle push, he ended his life.

That's so convenient.

Thales grinned.

This is a battle where the attack will never miss...

It’s so convenient.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of something cutting through the air came.

Thales waved his hand lightly, and the three darts aimed at him disappeared before his eyes, crashing into the wall on the other side.

He raised his left hand again, and two daggers flew out crookedly, "returning the favor" to the assassin who had thrown the darts.

Without stopping, the prince reached Tampa in a few steps.

While an assassin behind the tavern owner was still searching in astonishment for his vanished dagger, Thales easily pierced his throat with a single sword strike—and the assassin swore before he died that he should have avoided the trajectory of that sword.

To Thales' surprise, Tampa, who had been listless, suddenly sharpened his eyes and, taking advantage of the other assassin's moment of confusion, viciously slammed the back of his head into his nose!
Tampa gritted his teeth, threw himself backward, and slammed his back into the assassin's chest!
"The last person to treat me like this was an orc..."

"Its skull is still hanging in my bedroom!"

Tampa, who had been a hostage just moments before, stood up cursing and looking fierce, and kicked the assassin in the neck!
Kara!
Amidst the terrifying sound of breaking, Thales frowned slightly.

Tampa spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his head at him: "Don't stand there, do what you're supposed to do."

Thales then raised his eyebrows and turned around.

On the other side, Sakel broke through head-on, and no matter how many people blocked his way, none of them were a match for him. After Yodel broke free of his chains, he disappeared into thin air. Only the occasionally mysteriously fallen corpses of assassins proved that the masked guards in the shadows were still there.

As the situation on the field completely reversed, Qianzi felt increasingly disheartened.

Thales moved forward steadily, seemingly alone and outnumbered, yet his momentum was unstoppable.

None of the hidden weapons aimed at him hit their mark, the blades aimed at him would deflect strangely, and the swords that pierced his body would strike nothing.

Some assassins even approached Thales only to find that their weapons had mysteriously disappeared.

In contrast, Thales' longsword seemed like an unstoppable fate, each swing inevitably breaking through parries, ignoring dodges, and striking the target squarely.

The eeriness he exuded terrified the assassins.

In a short time, fewer than ten assassins remained.

The chisel struggled to bite down on the teeth.

He knew he had to make a decision.

Thales didn't see the increasingly grim expression on Chisel's face, nor did he pay attention to Sackel's complicated gaze; he was simply focused on experiencing his new ability.

He could easily take the dagger from the enemy in front of him, as easily as picking up a teacup from a desk.

It was as if distance no longer existed for him.

He could even change the position of himself and his longsword.

Let it appear where it should be.

He can also redirect projectiles fired from afar—such as the hand axe from earlier.

It's like pulling on the fishing line on a fishing rod.

As his movements became more and more skillful, Thales gradually came to understand.

Retrieving objects from a distance and teleporting are all within his capabilities.

However, there are still some limitations.

A stationary dagger compared to a flying axe in mid-air...

The longsword in his hand was compared to his entire being...

The smaller and lighter the target, the closer and shorter the distance, the lower and slower the speed... the easier it is for his ability to be effective.

well.

"withdraw!"

The sudden shout interrupted Thales's thoughts.
With a ferocious grin, the man grabbed Marina, who was struggling, and held her in front of him, retreating repeatedly.

His gaze toward Thales was now filled with fear.

If this prince possesses such power...

His behavior in the tavern...

Is this some kind of bait to lure us in?

"Retreat!" Chiselman roared.

Thales narrowed his eyes, watching the assassins retreat with a sigh of relief and practiced discipline.

It was about to disappear into the darkness.

“That’s why I hate the Fox Hunt game,” said Sacel on the other side, who had become a veritable no-go zone, with assassins fleeing in terror wherever he went.
"They will run away."

But they can't escape.

Thales thought to himself.

Wherever they flee, they are in my grasp.

The next second, the man holding Marina hostage was surprised to find that Thales, who was five steps away, had suddenly appeared in front of him!
Why is he doing this again...?

Without time to think too much, Chip used the same trick again, pushing Marina as a shield!

"Shh!"

Thales's eyes remained sharp as he cleaved Marina, who was resigned to her fate, with his longsword!

The chisel cried out in pain and rolled a meter away, dripping with blood.

Marina, who was certain of her death, opened her eyes with a tremor, only to find herself completely unharmed, and even the rope binding her hands had been cut without her noticing.

"You're alright, ma'am."

Thales extended his hand to her, sneering, "Looks like you need help?"

Marina pushed his arms away, got up on her own, and gritted her teeth as she snorted angrily:

"I don't need you to save me!"

Ok.

She has such a bad temper.

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"By the way, about what happened at the tavern just now..."

However, Marina's first reaction upon hearing this was—

"Snapped!"

Thales felt a sharp pain on his face!
"satyr!"

Marina gritted her teeth, withdrew her hand, elbowed him away, and rushed to find her weapon:
"asshole!"

Watching her retreating figure, Thales turned around with a grim expression and said self-deprecatingly, "Ah..." "...You're welcome."

He forced himself to remain silent, pretending not to see the "wow" lip movement of the fast rope behind him.

Sacel and Yodl efficiently reaped the lives of the assassins. In the few seconds that Thales was delayed, the assassins were almost completely wiped out, leaving only Chip, covered in blood, fleeing for his life.

He can't escape.

With that thought in mind, Thales decided to vent all his pent-up frustration on the culprit.

He appeared in front of the chisel in an instant!
"clang!"

Thales' longsword blocked the short knife that Chip had pulled out from somewhere, forcing the bloodied and disheveled Chip to take a step back!
“You can let me go…you know that!” Chiselman’s arm trembled as he said menacingly.

“Eighteen years ago,” Thales retorted coldly, “you could have let Hyman Shining go too.”

Chisel was taken aback at first, then his expression became even more ferocious.

Thales chuckled softly, continuing to sense the "out-of-control" magical energy, preparing to deliver the final blow.

If only the position of the sword's edge were shifted...

Just then, Thales suddenly shuddered violently!
pain.

A sharp pain, penetrating deep into the bone marrow, came from inside the ribs!

Ahhhhh!
Thales was in so much pain that his movements were contorted, his whole body was trembling, and he knelt on one knee.

He took a deep breath!

No, no, no!
He was familiar with this kind of pain.

I've encountered assassinations in Yongxing City, defended against magic-powered spears at Duanlong Fortress, and faced blood magic masters in Longxiao City...

Although this time it wasn't as serious.

But without a doubt, this is... the price of using magical energy.

In that instant, Thales seemed to wake from a dream, emerging from that magical state.

I am...

Feeling waves of throbbing pain in his chest, Thales leaned against his blood-soaked longsword, staring incredulously at his entire body.

I... I really just...

In the blink of an eye, panic, fear, and hesitation returned to his mind.

At the same time, calmness, fearlessness, and decisiveness are no longer taken for granted.

Along with the pain, the smell of dust, blood, battle, and chaos, along with the dimly lit passage, all these images instantly entered his eyes, ears, throat, and nose, reminding him of his predicament.

He wiped the blood from his face and realized that his whole body was covered in blood and was sticky and wet.

Not far away, severed heads, fallen enemies, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

There were nearly eight or nine people.

Thales suddenly shuddered.

This is... something I made?

That's right.

His memory remains vivid.

But... looking back at those battles, it felt like looking at a completely different person.

Another calmer version of Thales.

"Thales!"

Anxious shouts came from my ears.

Thales then came to his senses.

"call!"

The wind is blowing!

Thales instinctively tried to use his magic, but the deepening pain in his chest made him flinch and collapse helplessly.

Oops.

Oops!

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the rope came crashing in from the other side, knocking Thales away from the blade of the chisel!
Quickly, he grabbed him and rolled a few steps away, then stood up and slapped Thales!

"What's wrong with you?"

Looking at the dazed Thales, Quick Rope gritted his teeth and said, "You were expressionless just now, now you're spacing out..."

Are you on drugs?

Amid the pain, Thales stared in shock at the rope sitting on him, recalling his experience from the moment he entered "out of control" until now.

Magic power.

Knock on the door.

Toros.

Girls.

Anchor point.

select.

It felt like a dream.

“I…I don’t know,” Thales said in a daze.

Maybe.

On the other side, the chisel, enduring the pain, got up and plunged into the darkness.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw a hidden weapon, which shot straight at the two of them!

"call out!"

Thales was startled. He pushed away the rope and instinctively reached for his longsword!

But half a second later, the masked figure suddenly appeared in front of him!
"Ding! Ding!"

The gray dagger danced through the air, deflecting all the hidden weapons amidst several metallic clangs.

Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his grip on the longsword loosened.

But the chisel had already disappeared into the darkness, vanished without a trace.

On the other side, as Sacel dealt with the last assassin, the latter's torch fell to the ground.

The surroundings suddenly darkened!
Thales then realized that the battle was over.

The pain in his chest caused by the magic energy gradually subsided.

He then reluctantly came to his senses.

The corridor was silent.

"Ouch," Quick Rope exhaled, leaning painfully against the wall.

"Finally..."

On the other side, Marina stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground, while Tampa sat in the corner, gritting her teeth as she tore open her clothes and skillfully bandaged her wounds.

In the dim light, Thales stared silently at the Yodl before him, then at the blood on his own body, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I...I just..."

But he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

“I know,” the masked guard said calmly, helping Thales up from the ground.

"I know."

For some reason, Thales felt a sense of relief.

He stared at the ground, wiping the blood from his face, still finding it hard to believe what he had just witnessed.

Why……

Just now, during the battle...

How can he adapt so easily?
"A happy day, wasn't it?"

"This is the last one... not counting the one that ran away."

On the other side, Sakel picked up a torch, lit the spoils of war, and said to Yodl:

"I suggest you chase after them now to eliminate any future trouble... Only your abilities are truly suitable to deal with the Shadow Shield."

Yodl turned and glanced into the depths of the passage:
"Don't worry, he can't run away."

The masked guard spoke coldly.

“Then go ahead,” Sacel nodded to him.
"I'm here."

Yodl nodded slightly, turned around, and patted Thales on the shoulder.

Thales gave him a strained smile:

"Go, do what you're supposed to do."

Yodl nodded, and then vanished into thin air the next second.

The person watching from the side gasped.

He covered his mouth with one hand, pointing in terror at the spot where Yodl had disappeared, his eyes darting back and forth: "He...he...he...a ghost..."

Thales ignored him and simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Go find something else to do, please."

"Jokes are the last thing we need right now."

Quick rope's fear froze on his face, and he turned back sheepishly.

On the other side, Tampa and Marina glared at each other with hostility.

But Thales didn't have time for any of that.

Perhaps Marina's identity is awkward, or perhaps Tampa has good intelligence; keeping them here is not a good thing, but right now, Thales just wants to get a good night's sleep.

The Sword of Calamity, having lost its leader, suffered heavy casualties. The remnants of the Shield of Shadows were wiped out here, and the Northerners, lacking manpower, could not cause any significant trouble, not to mention that the Secret Society had laid an ambush on the ground.

The only troublesome thing is probably the quick rope...

He leaned against the wall behind him, holding his long sword, and let out a heavy sigh.

Oh my goodness.

Magic power.

Today, he used his magical powers for the first time while fully conscious.

but……

Even though it's better than before when he would vomit blood at the drop of a hat, the improvement is still limited, and there are significant limitations in terms of time and ability.

Ah.

Thales scoffed softly, suddenly feeling very tired.

It's not just about the body.

And still have spirit.

Sacel walked slowly over, looking disheveled and frowning.

"Hey, little guy."

Thales wearily raised his head, looked at the brand of sin on the other man's forehead, and forced a smile: "Nicely shaved beard."

"And thank you."

But Sakel frowned.

"Your special ability isn't omnipotent, is it?"

The knight of punishment stuck a torch into a corpse for light, while he wiped his heavily nicked saber with his sleeve.

"Otherwise, you would have used it when you were being held hostage."

Thales frowned deeply.

really.

I still need to explain to him...

Thales sighed and rested his forehead on the hilt of his sword.

"Let me guess, is there a time limit, or is it extremely damaging to the body?" Sacel leaned against the wall beside him and said calmly.

Thales scoffed, thinking that they had probably seen through his appearance.

"That's it."

But Sacel's next question surprised Thales slightly:
"Why don't you save him?"

Ok?
"What?" Thales looked up in surprise.

“You could have saved little Yod in the first place,” Sacel chuckled.

"But you gave up and instead asked me to help him."

The Knight of Punishment turned his head: "Why?"

Save...Yordle?

Thales tried hard to recall that magical experience that felt like it was separated by a century, imagining what he was thinking in that state.

At that time, it seemed like I was trying to disrupt the enemy's formation that had locked up the Yordles, and then...

That rational, calm, and decisive self...

"Um, maybe you'd be a better fit? After all, there are three or four of them..."

But Sacelle shook his head.

“No, I can see that you value him highly, and he is very loyal to you,” Sacelle sighed, tapping the wall behind him.
"If you can save him, you won't give up easily."

Thales frowned.

and many more.

“You didn’t want to save him,” Sacel said, gazing intently at the firelight.
"It's not that you can't save him."

Thales' eyelids twitched:
"What do you mean?"

There's no way to save him?

and many more.

Just now, I think I tried to deal with the second enemy wielding chains, but...

Sacelle turned his head and grinned at the prince, his disheveled appearance and slovenly appearance making him look rather unattractive.

"That sword."

"He kept it in his right hand," Sacelle said casually.

Thales moved slightly.

That sword?
His first instinct was to look at Ricky's sword in his hand.

But the next second, Thales understood.

He suddenly realized something, his face turned pale, and his hair stood on end.

That sword.

The Executioner sighed, "It's all because of that supreme sword, that legendary anti-magic weapon..."

The Supreme Sword.

At that moment, Thales's breathing became unsteady.

What he said...

“So your abilities have no effect on the chains on his right arm,” Sacel said calmly.

Thales opened his mouth with difficulty:
“Sacel, you…”

The Knight of Punishment leaned against the wall, bowed his head, and chuckled softly: "Not surprising, I've seen similar ones before... Prince Thales, am I calling him by the wrong name?"

Thales, like a rusty clock, turned his head hesitantly and met his anxious gaze.

He got it...

Sacel's smile was sincere and full of apology.
"Please understand, child."

"This is not a personal grudge."

At that moment, looking at the other person's smile, Thales suddenly felt his hair stand on end!

The sin of the River of Hell within him instantly amplified!

It felt like encountering the most terrifying threat.

Danger, danger—a voice seemed to warn him.

next second.

Thales' expression hardened, and he reacted spontaneously without being taught, his leg and waist muscles tensing up!

He leaped out of the corner with the speed of a released bow!
"call!"

The wind from the blade stung my face, making it ache terribly!

A sudden, avalanche-like blade sliced ​​through Thales's hair, taking away several strands.

"clang!"

The saber struck the wall.

Stone chips flew everywhere!

Thales trembled all over, incredulous.

He struggled to his feet, looking at the person in front of him with a mixture of shock and dismay.

That was Sacel, who had risen with a knife in hand, exuding murderous intent, and was looking at him with a complex expression.

The enemy's saber struck the spot where he had just been.

It was only a hair's breadth off.

"You hid very well."

"Qiang."

The Knight of Punishment frowned, drew his blade, and seemed dissatisfied with the result of missing his target.

Their movements even attracted the attention of three people on the other side who were wary of each other.

“Sakel…”

Thales was utterly shocked; he gripped his longsword tightly, his breath trembling.

"You, what are you doing?"

Maybe……

Perhaps he was testing his skills?

How about you assess your martial arts skills?
It must be...like this?

As Thales thought this, he felt his mind tremble.

Until Sacelle turned around and answered him expressionlessly:

"Correct...error".

one second.

two seconds.

"why?"

Thales stared at him, dumbfounded.

Sacel shook his head, his eyes filled with pity, yet concealing boundless murderous intent.

"You know why, child."

"As I said, this is not a personal grudge."

The Knight of Punishment silently watched the boy before him, slowly raising his sword, a mixture of excitement and melancholy welling up in his chest.

Rest assured, Your Majesty Eddy, Your Highness Midil.

No matter how many years have passed.

All mistakes will be corrected.

I will defend our kingdom to the death.

Just like before.

(End of this chapter)