Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 479 Go Easy
The deep red in the east began to fade, and the sky grew brighter.

But the atmosphere on the sandy ground became increasingly eerie.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Roman, whose handsome features rival those of a painting, coldly stared at Ricky, whose armor was tattered and whose body was covered in blood, yet who had not suffered a single external injury.

Thales took a deep breath and looked around—the cavalrymen standing ready, the tense mercenaries, the royal guards with mixed feelings, and the miniature and exquisitely decorated Baki camp in the distance, billowing with thick smoke.

he mused.

Finally, the Wing of Legend turned its head toward the spike that was being held captive by Kree.

"The Shadow...Shield?"

Roman looked into the chisel's eyes, which held a mixture of resentment and pain, and spoke softly.

As Qianzi looked back at the handsome man in front of him, he realized something.

He stopped struggling in vain and instead frowned in deep thought.

"More."

Ricky raised his arms and smiled:
"He has quite a close relationship with everyone here."

"Besides being the mastermind behind most of tonight's chaos..."

The leader of the Blade of Calamity pointed towards the distant Baki camp, his tone mysterious:
"He was the mastermind behind the fall of the camp eighteen years ago, during the Bloody Year, when he colluded with the enemy to infiltrate the Blade Fang Dunes and assassinate Hyman Star."

Thales sighed.

The chisel closed its eyes indignantly.

In that instant, the sand fell silent, and for a moment only the howling of the wind and sand could be heard.

Even the legendary Wings's intimidating gaze froze.

The next second, the cavalry officers in the first rank on the sand dune erupted in an uproar!
"what?"

Frank frowned, incredulous:

"You mean... the Ghost Prince Tower? And... the fall of the camp?"

"this person?"

In an instant, countless eyes turned to the chisel.

Ricky nodded, looking at the scene he had caused with satisfaction:

"A surprise gift, right?"

Sitting on the ground, Sacel, clearly exhausted, stared at the chisel with a deep gaze.

“Go to hell, Samir, that guy…” Barney shoved Samir hard, but perhaps because of the crossbow bolts around them, he ultimately didn’t continue.

Did you always know that?

Samir simply pursed his lips and remained silent.

Amid the slightly chaotic scene, Thales looked toward the person with the most authority.

The Winged One remained silent, nor did he restrain his clamoring subordinates.

The White Shadow Knight simply stared intently at the closed drill, his attitude unclear, remaining motionless.

"That's impossible!"

The female knight Felicia, mounted on her horse, gritted her teeth, clearly recalling some unpleasant memories:

"I witnessed the execution when I was a child. The king had already dealt with the assassins from that night..."

But at that moment, Roman, who had been silent, finally raised his right hand!
The uproar and whispers within the army were all silenced.

It was as if that hand possessed supreme authority.

Soon, the crowd of mercenaries and royal guards quieted down.

Everyone watched Roman's actions with serious expressions and tense hearts.

But the Winged One merely turned his head slightly and looked at Ricky:
"evidence?"

Ricky smirked.

He confidently reached into his robes.

“I have a letter…”

But halfway through his sentence, Ricky remembered something. He lowered his hand and looked at the prince in the distance with a strange expression:
“Ahem, I mean… our prince has a letter written by Prince Hyman, with the date and signature of the day he died. It is the spoils that the assassin leader took back then.”

Chisel opened his eyes and stared at Ricky in disbelief.

Roman's gaze immediately shot over, startling Thales.

Yodl's words echoed through the air, seeping into Thales' ears:

"give him."

Thales frowned as he glanced at the Winged Legend's perfect face, but he still obediently took out the letter and handed it over tremblingly.

Roman looked at the expensive letter, remained silent for two seconds, and then slowly took it and began to read.

Chisel's expression grew even more somber.

Ricky remained silent and waited quietly.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of hundreds and thousands of people, Roman put down the letter.

Ricky let out a breath:

"See, I didn't lie to you."

"so……"

The Wings of Legend remained silent, only its pair of amber eyes shimmering, reflecting the vastness of the desert.

"Crassu...do you think he'll let you go just because you've used the prince and me as bargaining chips?"

At this moment, the ashen-faced chisel gave a bitter laugh that sounded almost desperate.

"He is the legendary Wing, decisive, ruthless, and cold-blooded."

Under everyone's disgusted gazes, Chip coldly looked at Ricky, who had betrayed him, and said viciously:

"Let's not even talk about whether he likes your threats... Obviously, it's more in his interest to devour you both."

The mercenaries' expressions immediately turned ugly.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out:

"Ahem, that..."

Everyone frowned and turned to the neglected boy.

"Can I get it back?"

Ignoring Yodl's anxious reminder from behind, Thales scratched his head and grinned foolishly as he reached out to Roman:
"You know that uncle who belongs to me...?"

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

It was like someone popping a balloon, instantly relieving the tense atmosphere.

Roman frowned for several seconds, as if he wanted to re-examine the boy who dared to interrupt him again.

Thales could only grit his teeth and bear it, his smile frozen.

Fortunately, perhaps having confirmed his identity, the Winged Legend stopped threatening to kill him and instead, unusually, silently reached out and returned the letter to Thales.

"Tick, click."

Ricky, on the other hand, squinted and imitated the sound of a clock:
"Time is passing, sir."

He pointed to the Baki camp in the distance, where smoke was rising.

Roman did not answer him, but turned to the third dune:
"Duro?"

On the third sand dune, a burly knight rode out from among a group of cavalrymen who looked particularly casually dressed, and came before the Wings of Legend.

Thales and the rope moved together.

They recognized them.

It's Duro.

It was the superhuman warrior they encountered on their way home, the "leader" of the "freak squad" in the Stardust Guard.

“The boys are all ready, sir,” Duro, whose left arm was thicker than his right, replied respectfully.
"at any time."

Roman stared at the camp in the distance and nodded.

“Of course, if you wish, we can take the prince back right now,” Duro said, glancing at Thales—clearly not recognizing the boy who looked even more disheveled than during their previous desert journey—and then giving the mercenaries a disdainful look.
"Then with just one charge, without even needing Karl's troops, we can crush them all."

Duro's gaze—like that of the other cavalrymen—was filled with hostility and murderous intent.

These words made the mercenaries, including the royal guards, nervous.

Only Ricky sighed calmly.

"Another bonus message, sir."

Krassus, the current wielder of the Blade of Calamity, narrowed his eyes:
"One of your deputies seems to be named... Duro?"

The next second, Ricky pointed at Duro, then at the chisel:

"He has been selling information to the Shadow Shield for a long time."

Thales frowned, first recalling Duro's money-making schemes, then the three-way conversation in the tavern.

Duro, who was called out, was taken aback at first, and then his expression changed.

He spurred his horse toward Ricky, enraged:

"Fuck your mother—"

In that instant, Klay and Josh instinctively moved closer, wanting to protect the still smiling Ricky. The cavalrymen in the first few rows also aimed their crossbows and drew their swords!
Even Thales had his arm gripped tightly by the hidden Yordle.

The scene immediately descended into chaos!

Just now.

"Shh!"

A flash of white light!
The white spear instantly appeared in the hands of the Legendary Wings, which he plunged into the sand with one hand!
In that instant, Thales felt as if the air around him had been replaced by water, and all the noise and sounds stopped!
Roman spoke softly, but it was as if he were whispering in everyone's ear:
"quiet."

Thales shuddered.

These words seemed to possess some kind of power, forcing the chaotic crowd to stop talking and subconsciously restrain their movements.

One second, two seconds.

Everyone fell silent and stopped moving.

The scene instantly returned to silence, with only the rustling of the wind remaining.

Legendary Wings then drew his spear and sheathed it on his back.

Those present seemed to awaken from a deep dream, as if they had remembered how to breathe.

“My lord…” Duro’s mount reared up on its hind legs and came to an abrupt halt.

Duro pointed angrily at Ricky, his lips trembling with rage, and he stammered incoherently:

"He, he, that son of a bitch...so wicked, so wicked..."

But the legendary wings were only glimpsed briefly:
“His words.”

"is that true?"

Upon seeing his superior's face, Duro's words immediately faltered.

But he immediately realized:

"How could that be? I don't know this so-called assassin at all..."

However, Ricky gently pushed aside Josh, who was shielding him behind him, and chuckled:

"But he told me that your wife and daughters are seriously ill, right?"

Duro was taken aback.

"Perhaps you would do something unusual for them?"

Duro gritted his teeth, glanced at the surrounding cavalry, and roared:

"Don't you fucking slander me..."

At this moment, the Wings of Legend spoke softly again.

I hate arguing.

Those three short words, like religious pronouncements, instantly silenced both Duro and Ricky.

Roman gently raised his head, his eyes flashing like lightning, staring directly at Duro:
"You just need to say yes or no."

Duro was in a hurry:
"Of course not! I was promoted by you, and I've always been loyal to you..."

But he was interrupted by his boss again:

"But you don't sound so sure."

The voice of the Legendary Wings remained steady and hollow, sounding as if it were drifting in from the horizon.

Duro paused for a moment.

He looked into his boss's eyes and subconsciously lowered his head.

They seem to be starting to hesitate.

“They… My wife and daughters are indeed in poor health, sir.”

Duro's tone softened somewhat; he rubbed his hands together on the reins, speaking with difficulty:

“I can’t afford to pay my wages… Sometimes I try to find ways to… earn some money with some merchants.”

Legendary Wings frowned. Seeing Duro's embarrassment, Felicia, standing to the side, could no longer contain herself:
"Sir, we should deal with these matters later, but what about the camp..."

But before she could finish speaking, Frank, who had ridden up beside her, grabbed her shoulder.

The middle-aged knight shook his head at the puzzled Felicia.

Thales, who was observing from the sidelines, frowned slightly.

"Make money? Using intelligence?"

Ricky hummed softly as he glanced at the drill bit:
"Your wife and daughters are not sick; they are just being poisoned by these assassins regularly."

At this moment, Duro's expression finally changed drastically, and he turned to the chisel, who seemed resigned to his fate:
"what?"

Ricky retorted sarcastically:
"You're welcome, but this is the cause of the illness."

On the other side, the subdued man, Chisel, was laughing so hard he bent over.

The Legendary Wings silently watched Duro:

"So, you really are selling information?"

Duro's face turned ashen. He glanced around at his colleagues, panicking.

"It's just some trivial stuff. You know, there's no security department at Baki Camp, and the merchants are always worried about security, so they want to get some inside information..."

His colleague, Frank, sighed softly.

But Roman interrupted Duro:

"For example, this time, the so-called 'intelligence' that various armies gathered at the Baki camp and the main standing army was mobilized on a large scale?"

Duro was speechless.

"I……"

He was terrified; the successive blows left him somewhat unable to react.

“But I don’t know, sir, those ‘merchants,’ I really don’t know them…”

The legendary wings remained indifferent.

Felicia, standing to the side, could no longer bear to watch:

“My lord,” she said tentatively.
"Let's... let's rescue the camp first..."

But Roman interrupted her without hesitation:

"The camp will always be impregnable."

He stared intently at the sweat-drenched Duro, the coldness in his voice seeming to permeate the air:
"But my deputies are not necessarily consistent."

These words startled Frank and Felicia, who were standing next to him, and they both fell silent.

Duro shuddered:
"grown ups!"

Roman took a step forward and slowly approached Duro's mount:

"Your family member is seriously ill...why don't you come to see me?"

Despite being a full head taller than Roman on horseback, Duro looked like a trembling mouse before a cat hunting it.
"I……"

The next second, Thales saw a flash of white light, followed by Duro's scream:

"what!"

The cavalrymen in the first few rows gasped in surprise!
By the time Thales, who was startled, looked back, Duro had already landed on the ground.

The freak's leader didn't die. He lay on the sand, panting heavily, staring at the white gun barrel on his chest.

The tip of the gun was only inches from his throat.

“Yes, because you know,” Roman said coldly.
"I do not care."

With a turn, the Winged Legend returned the white spear to his back.

Duro finally breathed a sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped death.

Just like the other cavalrymen.

“Snake Hand,” Roman called out.

On the third sand dune, a knight was pushed and then hurriedly spurred his horse forward, looking somewhat flustered.

"grown ups!"

Thales recognized him; he was another superhuman under Duro's command, someone he had met once in the desert.

The legendary wings raised their heads:
“From now on, you are the new boss of the ‘freaks’.”

The knight nicknamed Snake Hand was taken aback. He looked at 'Boss' Duro on the ground:
"Huh? But I—"

Frank grabbed his arm, preventing the panicked snake hand from speaking further.

"As for you."

"After today, you'll retire," Roman said, looking at Duro lying on the ground, his face blank.

"Go find Nekra to resolve the money issue."

“From stupidity to blindness, you have so much in common.”

He snorted and turned away, letting the snake-handed man and Felicia help Duro up from the ground.

But the next moment, the legendary Wings walked towards the drill.

This immediately attracted the attention of many people.

At Ricky's signal, Clay gently released his arm that was holding down the drill.

"So, it's you."

Roman stared coldly at the chisel:

"Eighteen years ago they reached out to the camp, and now they're reaching out to my army."

The legendary Wings' voice was light and ethereal, yet it contained a chilling undercurrent:

"you."

The chisel paused slightly, as if intimidated by the other party's imposing manner.

He then sighed.

"It's just work."

Chisel lowered his head, coughed violently a few times, and looked utterly disheveled.
“Like you, Your Excellency, I am merely obeying… a higher command.”

Thales seemed to remember something, and frowned slightly again.

“I disobey orders, assassin,” Legendary Wings replied coldly.

"I only protect my property."

Roman stepped forward slowly, and with his tone of voice, his handsome features seemed to instantly transform into sharp steel blades, piercing straight at everyone who looked at him:

"And the Baki Camp is my property."

"No one can touch it."

Roman stared intently at the drill bit:

"no one."

Chisel stared at him blankly, seemingly somewhat frightened by the Baron's sudden appearance.

"You don't need to do this, sir. I've already admitted defeat, and I'll cooperate with you," Sensing the meaning behind the other's words, Qianzi seemed somewhat flustered, but he still tried his best to save himself.

“All of this, including all the assassinations during the entire Bloody Year, was orchestrated by our master, whose name is ‘Teng’—the Secret Service must know him too.”

“And I can help you, help the Secret Service, and help the Star Kingdom find him.”

The chisel glanced at Thales resentfully:
"He holds a terrible secret in his hands, including the mastermind behind the Bloody Year."

"It concerns the fate of the entire Star Kingdom."

Frank and Felicia exchanged a glance, and even Sackel pursed his lips.

But this time, the drill miscalculated.

"But Baki Camp belongs to me."

The master of the Blade Fang Camp, the legendary Winged One Roman Williams, stared intently at the chisel and said softly:

"It belongs only to me."

Thales watched this scene quietly.

The chisel was in a hurry:
"Of course, and you've protected it very well."

“Listen, I know who was involved in this incident: the Northerners, the Dark Chamber, even other forces… I can take you to them…”

“I have many resources at my disposal; you can consider me as…”

However, the next moment, the legendary wings moved!
A strange white light flashed out instantly, transforming into a long spear that shot straight towards the heart of the drill!

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh and blood tearing apart.

Thales tensed up.

The next second, the chisel lowered its head blankly, watching the endless blood gushing from its chest.

No.

He didn't understand.

Legendary Wings continued speaking, cold and unwavering, devoid of emotion, as if he hadn't heard Chip's words at all:

That's... mine.

He looked down at the chisel as if it were a helpless, struggling insect.

The chisel seemed to finally understand its fate.

He lifted his gaze from the fatal wound on his chest, forcing out a final, bitter smile, which then turned into a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression:
"The eerie, the elusive shadow never fades, forever..."

But then another flash of white light streaked across the neck of the drill bit!
The latter's harsh last words came to an abrupt end.

"Anyone who wants to take it from me..."

Roman held the severed head expressionlessly, letting blood drip from the gun in his right hand.

"...all of them will pay a price."

The headless body of the chisel slumped to the ground.

Thales stared wide-eyed at the scene:
The Shield of Shadows, once a figure who manipulated the winds and clouds in the darkness of Dragonfall City and Blade Fang Camp, died quietly in some corner of the desert.

Even his last words were incomplete.

But the next moment, Roman's gun retracted into a short spear and pierced into the man's mouth!
His next action made Kaisen cover his mouth in horror:

"Holy crap—"

Thales stared blankly at Roman's actions: he watched as Roman leisurely and skillfully tore flesh from a man's head with his short spear—

Cut?

Everyone's face paled!

Amidst a terrifying, slight scraping sound, flesh and bone flew everywhere, and blood gushed forth.

Roman moved with practiced ease and maintained a calm expression.

It's like chopping vegetables.

Those around him felt a chill run down their spines.

Fortunately, Roman didn't like to talk much, otherwise Thales even guessed that he would definitely be humming a little tune right now.

Soon, a few seconds later, only two bloody holes remained in the eyes of the man who died with his eyes wide open, and his jawbone had been separated from his head.

The head grew increasingly grotesque, and the blood continued to drip incessantly.

Thales was horrified by what he saw.

Roman holstered his gun and turned the half-dead head in his hand from side to side with great interest, his expression...

It's like admiring a...

Handicrafts.

The idea sent a chill down Thales' spine.

Everyone looked rather grim, except for Frank, who coughed once:
"grown ups?"

Legendary Wings then turned around and tossed the half-headed man on the chisel to Frank—who caught it with great disgust and turned the bloody eye hole on it to the other side.

Roman remained calm and composed, but Thales sensed that he was in a good mood.

He grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed the blood off his hands:
"Process it on the spot first, and then fire it properly after the war."

Firing?

Thales frowned.

"Chirusa the Rockbreaker Chieftain is of decent quality."

Faced with the strange looks from his subordinates, Roman shrugged his shoulders and tapped the ugly half of an orc skull on his left shoulder.

"I've been wearing it for over ten years, and I'm getting tired of it. I want to get a new one..."

Legendary Wings pointed to the hideous head that Frank was tying to his horse and whispered:

"Be gentle."

(End of this chapter)