Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 693 Strange Descendance (Part 2)

what?
For a moment, Thales was stunned.

She just... just ran away?

Losang, who had been radiating murderous intent, froze.

The two of them were somewhat taken aback by what they saw.

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Thales panicked, but before he could finish speaking, Hilly's figure had already vanished into the darkness and was never seen again.

A moment later, even the sound of her footsteps disappeared into the babbling water.

so……

Thales twitched his lips.

Is he really that disloyal?

I am, after all, your blind date in name only—even though your brother pays for all the meals.

Several seconds later, Thales stiffly turned around, met the black-clad assassin's gaze, and gave an embarrassed smirk.

Oh no, this is terrible.

A few seconds later, the two of them came to their senses at the same time.

“Tsk tsk tsk, oh,” Losang sighed, looking in the direction where Hilaire had disappeared, his tone odd, “Wow.”

Hey, what does he mean?
Thales felt extremely embarrassed and angry under his gaze.

What does his "wow" mean?
Ah! What does that mean!
This so-called King Lausanne II, isn't he an assassin?

Damn it, why is there so much nonsense?!
Should we continue fighting or not?

Come on, let's fight three hundred rounds!

The next second, seeing Thales's awkward expression, King Lausanne II seemed to know what he was thinking and instantly moved closer!

The battle resumes.

Thales was startled, but instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in with his sharp blade!

Wyana was heartless, and Hilay was ruthless.

Now, he can only hope that Rolf and Golov will wake up soon.

Like a mad dog, Thales did everything he could to cause the other party as much trouble as possible.

If it really doesn't work...

Just then, Thales's ears twitched.

“Sagu Mo Radha…Ima La Hai…”

That was Hilla's voice, coming from the depths of the tunnel behind him, caught by his hellish senses.

“I. La Faoso…”

It was a soft murmur, like a dreamlike whisper or a folk tune, but it was neither language nor logic. It was like incongruous syllables being forcibly put together, and its meaning was unknown.

During the battle, Thales frowned.

Ok?
what is this?
What is she doing?
But there is no room for distraction in battle.

With two quick swipes, and thanks to Losang's skillful stepping, the boy's dagger missed its mark as expected.

But Thales, who was already experienced, was not afraid and his dagger shot out like lightning!

As expected, Losang moved dramatically again, completely dodging the strange dagger.

Thales' lips curled into a smirk. He stared in the direction the dagger had disappeared, clenched his left hand, and waited for JC to obediently return to his grasp before sending it flying through the air, evading interception, straight towards its target...

But at that moment, the longsword in Losang's hand also flew out, and the hilt slammed into Thales' left hand!

"Forehead!"

Thales groaned in pain, his left hand trembling!
Damn!

He couldn't grip the dagger, and therefore couldn't apply the initial kinetic energy to it...

With a whoosh, the JC dagger miraculously reappeared in front of Losang, but this time, it fell limply to the enemy's feet.

No threat.

shit!
Thales was shocked, but the King of Lausanne II smiled slightly and moved in front of him, his fingers forming a knife!

Heading straight for Thales's chin.

boom!
"Beep——"

The moment Thales was struck in the chin by his opponent, he felt a buzzing in his ears.

At the same moment, all sounds turned into a buzzing tinnitus.

Including Hilla's low murmurs.

“Madua ka Yehara… Imaël Jacques Roh… beep—”

however……

"Beep-beep-beep-"

In her moments of unconsciousness, in her hellish senses, the strange syllables that Hilai muttered deep within the tunnel miraculously changed pitch and tone amidst the buzzing in her ears…

[...Your mother's groans never cease, the myriad phenomena of birth and death, the beginning and the end...]

They transformed into another language that Thales couldn't understand, yet could inexplicably comprehend:

[...Your meridians extend endlessly, traversing countless realms, marking both the end and the beginning...]

Confusion, pain, regret, distress, anticipation, sadness... a myriad of emotions surged within me in an instant.

[...I see the ancient, indistinguishable Dao, the bright and magnificent bridge, unobstructed and unimpeded, all phenomena as one...]

A question arose in Thales's dazed state:

what is this?
"...I possess a chaotic vessel from the other shore, which traverses the vast and boundless expanse, transcending all realms..."

The next second, everything went black before Thales' eyes, and he completely lost control of his body.

----

Emerald City, the sun sets in the west.

Tormund Marius stood expressionless on the overgrown clearing, dressed like an ordinary traveler.

He listened silently to the noise from the streets of Emerald City in the distance, his mind unsettled.

Until the second-class guard, Gianluca Commuto, appeared behind him, panting.

"No, sir. His Highness's trail ends around here. There are few people here, not even any witnesses. We...we can't find him."

Why not continue searching?
Marius turned around and exchanged a glance with Hugo Forbes, the standard-bearer on the other side.

Why be so foolish as to come and give back, wasting time and energy?
“Thank you for your hard work,” Marius replied calmly. “How about trying other methods, such as local connections?”

Kommuto nodded and turned to leave.

"Lord!"

Second-class vanguard officer Ollie Oscarson rushed over and passed Komuto.

"This is the last of the Vanguard Wings that Vanguard Commander Glov drew along the way," he said, somewhat indignantly. "We couldn't find the next one—damn it, he should have been nearby!"

Then you should dig three feet into the ground.

Marius nodded.

Even if we dig to the River of Hell or to Heaven, we should still dig them out.

Why are you still complaining here?
He even looked furious, as if this wouldn't help at all.

Is he waiting for someone to comfort him?

“Don’t be impatient,” Marius said calmly and reassuringly. “There’s a reason for this. Look for hidden doors and passageways in the streets and alleys. Maybe he escaped into some unknown alleyway.”

Oscar Erson took a deep breath and left as ordered.

"Yes, sir."

Marius watched their retreating figures, motionless, letting the shadows cast by the setting sun cover half of his face.

A black raven swooped overhead, circled twice, until Hugo Foby, holding a directional stone beside him, raised his arm to bring it down and took the letter from the raven's leg.

“The Duke of Jann’s tour is over and he is on his way back to the palace. He should have received the news by now,” the standard-bearer, Foby, said with a serious expression after reading the short letter. “The guard officer, Caquere, has been pressing us repeatedly, and the butler, Ashford, has also come. It’s Wyah, well, I mean Wyah’s attendant, who is trying to stall us over there, but we probably can’t keep it a secret any longer.”

Grass.

Marius said silently.

“Tell the attendants that Miss Hilly has invited His Highness to spend the night together,” Marius said calmly, his expression unchanged, “though they can find out for themselves.”

His troublesome, stubborn, and self-willed prince has brought in all sorts of shady characters along the way, from the mute hoodlum who used to be a hoodlum to the son of the foreign minister, and even the troublesome girl, Aarond, and the black lion cub who clearly has ill intentions. This has made the whole group a mixed bag.

Hence, I am in this predicament today.

He was even blinded by lust and started hanging out with Kevin Deer's daughter. Even DD could tell that the girl had many secrets and was no pushover...

Fubi nodded, quickly wrote a message, and released the ravens again.

A few minutes later, Marius's old subordinate, the chief messenger Schürrle Toledo, came to report. He shook his head, looking ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Lord, we still haven't found us... We've let you down."

Marius let out a soft sigh.

No, no, to be precise, you have disappointed the kingdom.

“You’ve had a hard time,” Marius turned around and offered words of comfort. “It was an unexpected turn of events, and the situation was sudden. It’s not your fault.”

As for me, well, I never had any hope for you guys anyway.

These are a bunch of useless trash.

A good-for-nothing.

For so long, he has been spoiled by that shameless, docile master, becoming lazy and losing all his spirit.

Including him, Tormund Marius himself.

It was a complete disgrace to the Royal Guard.

Marius smiled and patted Toledo on the shoulder encouragingly:

"Keep searching. Tell the brothers to just do their best."

Once he returns to Starlake Fortress, he plans to increase the training costs for these people by 30% and cut their vacation time in half...

More than three times the amount of training.

Until they die from the training.

If they survive to return to Starlake Keep and are not imprisoned in the Bone Prison by the long-awaiting Deputy Captain Vogel for dereliction of duty, until they die of old age.

"Grass."

Forbes suddenly spoke, interrupting them.

Toledo was puzzled:
"Your Excellency, what? What kind of grass?"

Hugo Forbes didn't speak, but simply looked at Marius.

Following the flag bearer's gaze, the watchman crouched down and gently lifted a clump of weeds from the ground.

The next second, the bundle of weeds in his hand visibly turned yellow, withered, turned black, and dried up, finally drooping. It turned to dust at the slightest touch.

"This grass is withering quite quickly."

Toledo looked at the powder left behind by the clump of wild grass and exclaimed in surprise:
"Are these varieties unique to Emerald City?"

No.

It's not "a little fast".

It was unusually fast.

Marius looked up and saw that the weeds before him, whether near or far, fast or slow, all showed signs of withering.

He frowned deeply, his expression grave.

He was certain that this was definitely not a variety from Emerald City.

"Toledo, call the brothers back, all of them."

The watchman's expression remained unchanged, but he spoke a little faster when giving the order: "Investigate the location where these weeds have withered, find the source—just like a fire, there's always an ignition point."

Despite his doubts, Toledo made no hesitation and gestured towards the distance.

Regroup and assemble.

Itariano, high above, put away his binoculars and responded with a bird call.

Marius picked up a few more clumps of weeds, watching them slowly turn black and wither, then exchanged a glance with the standard-bearer of Phoebus.

“Lord,” Toledo couldn’t help but ask, “Do you… do you know what this is?”

Marius was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"We're in trouble."

"what?"

Toledo remained puzzled.

“This phenomenon was first recorded in the ancient scriptures of the Church of the Gods,” Marius explained softly, pinching the powdered grass in his hand. “It is an abnormal sign that is clearly different from the climate of the four seasons, such as rivers and marshes drying up, fertile land cracking, frost in the height of summer, scorching heat in the depths of winter, and even the dead coming back to life and the mutilated recovering… Hugo, what is your record of this?”

Standard-bearer Hugo Forbes squinted.

“Most of the time, this means that there are beings outside the boundaries, who disregard the supreme taboo of the creation of the world by the gods, and cross the insurmountable boundary by various means,” the Fubi standard-bearer said calmly. “When they descend upon this world, it is like boiling oil falling into water or a meteor falling to earth, causing the laws to reverse and the rules to break down…”

Marius nodded slightly and took over the conversation:

“Let the ordinary become extraordinary, and the extraordinary become even more extraordinary.”

Toledo was completely confused:
"Existence outside the boundary? Reversal? Anomie? What does this mean? The end of the world?"

Hugo, the standard-bearer, shook his head:

"From the Church of the Holy Spirit to the Sunrise Faith, and even today's Sunset Temple, clergy call this a holy sign or a miracle, a sign that a divine messenger from heaven has descended to earth to perform miracles, or that a mortal prophet has attained holiness through divine communication and spread divine will..."

"Divine messengers, miracles, prophets, divine will?"

Toledo asked, puzzled, "Now? In the Emerald City?"

"That's just what the church says."

Marius stood up and dusted himself off.

"As for others, to be precise, the mages of the magic tower have called this phenomenon for thousands of years..."

The watchman gazed at the withering weeds around him, his tone grave:

"Anomaly."

----

"Snapped!"

A burning pain shot through my face.

"Wake up, fake Wyman!"

Wyman?
Why Wyatt?
Amidst the billowing white smoke, Thales had just groggily opened his eyes when he saw a slap coming toward him!

Ok?
Thales gasped in surprise, instinctively grabbing the hand that had been slapped, only to realize that the person in front of him was Miss Hilla.

"Good, you're awake!" Hilly exclaimed, both surprised and delighted, as she pulled him up from the ground.

Yes, I'm awake.

Thales found himself still in the tunnel, and for some reason, a faint, strange white smoke filled the air around him, as if someone was smoking in the tunnel below.

"What's with this smoke? A smoke grenade? Your magic trick?"

Hilly frowned slightly:

"Hmm, I guess so?"

In his daze, Thales shook his still-buzzing head:

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Five seconds, ten seconds at most."

so long?
Ok?
What about the others?
Thales was startled and instinctively turned around:

Amidst the white smoke, Glov, Rolf, Catherine, and Slimani remained lying on the ground.

Slimani was still smacking his lips in his dream, but Golov was already slowly waking up.

They...didn't die?

There isn't even a scratch, so you're fine?
what?
Thales was startled and instinctively turned around:

Where is he?

Where are the enemies?
What about Lausanne?
Where is the man in black?

What about that assassin who took down everyone with his superpowers?

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing caught Thales's attention.

Just a few meters away, the figure of King Lausanne II flashed by, appearing briefly in the white smoke.

Thales was startled and instinctively reached for the dagger on the ground, but saw another figure flash through the smoke and rush towards the black-clad Lausanne II.

Swish!
The wind from the swords swirled, the white smoke dissipated, revealing the battle's progress:

The man in black's opponent wielded his longsword, locked in a fierce battle with Losang. His steps were steady, and the light of his sword flickered, illuminating the dim glow of the furnace fire on all sides of the tunnel.

That is……

To Thales' surprise, the swordsman whose face was obscured was not only unaffected by the opponent's supernatural abilities, but also parried and countered attacks with a combination of slow and fast movements.

Faced with Losang's superb swordsmanship, he performed with ease and was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

Clearly, he is a rare master.

"Who are you!"

Losang spoke coldly through the white smoke, but his tone was more impatient than before:
"Who taught you swordsmanship?"

But his opponent didn't answer, he just kept attacking with his sword, forcing Losang away from Thales' side.

Thales snapped out of his daze, waving away the slightly pungent white smoke, shaking his head, and trying to sort out his memories:

"Fa, what happened?"

“Uh,” Hilly raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming, “I was lucky; as soon as I went out, I ran into my reinforcements.”

"reinforcement?"

Thales exclaimed in surprise.

This wretched Corpse Pit, an abandoned sewer no one can find, where are we going to get help?
"Who is it? What reinforcements?"

He turned around, wanting to see which chivalrous expert had saved them from injustice and was evenly matched with an opponent skilled in both supernatural abilities and swordsmanship, but was pulled back by Hilly, who grabbed him by the collar and ears, leaving him no room to resist.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Amid Thales's scream of pain, Hilly delivered a powerful kick, striking Slimani's outstretched palm squarely, causing the defense attorney to howl in agony and be jolted awake from his drooling dream.

"Wake them up, let's run!"

----

laugh!
In the battle on the other side, the moment the swords clashed, King Losang II took three steps back, his left arm trembling.

Now, he has no time to care about the prince or his goals.

Losang took a deep breath and raised his blood-soaked left arm: the wound was extremely deep, with the blade piercing the bone.

“This is… the Triumph Strike,” he said through gritted teeth.

That's right, it's the Triumph Strike.

Moreover, this triumphant strike was executed flawlessly, accurately, and powerfully.

The timing was perfect, the pressure was immense, and the destructive power was considerable.

It couldn't be more perfect.

This was not the same person as the young royal guard he had encountered at Diop's mansion.

If it were me a few years ago, I wouldn't have been able to handle it at all.

However, this level of triumph...

Losang lowered his left arm, solemnly examining his opponent before him, his grip on the longsword tightening.

This is impossible.

impossible.

However, the other person seemed to have heard his thoughts and chuckled softly:
"The world is vast, and nothing is impossible."

No.

Losang took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:
"Who are you? Where did you learn this triumphant strike?"

Amidst the white smoke, the newcomer slowly stepped forward, revealing his true form in the dim light of the hearth fire.

"And the world is very small."

He was a man in his forties, with a handsome face, bright eyes, bright clothes, and complete armor. He stood out from the surrounding filthy and smelly tunnels, like a bright spot in the black ink.

The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, Losang's eyes sharpened.

No.

This is impossible!

"How's your Legion Ten Forms training going, my best student?"

The longsword twirled in the man's hand with agility and skill, as if it were part of his own arm.

Just like Lausanne just now.

Amidst the wisps of white smoke, King Lausanne II wore an expression of disbelief.

"teacher?"

He spoke softly, as if he had seen a ghost:

"Handro Joaquin?"

(End of this chapter)