Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 92 The Sin of the Prison River
On the snow-covered ground under the moonlight, Serena laughed maniacally, raising her deformed claws. Looking at Rolf struggling in the 'Stop Vision', she gently shook her head and said, "If you hadn't seen this, you might not have died."

"After all, I need a sufficient number of witnesses from both sides to spread the word about everything that happened today."

But because of the vampire's extraordinary hearing, she was suddenly jolted!
"Ahem... Should we spread this around? The words of the person involved are more convincing than those of eyewitnesses... ahem..."

Serena Corleone turned her head in disbelief.

No way?
A voice that was all too familiar to the two of them rang out on the empty snow-covered ground under the moonlight:

"Isn't that right? Serena—ugly-faced woman?"

To the double shock of Rolf and Serena, Thales Star—the man who should have been dead—coughed violently, gasped for breath, rolled over, and got up from the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

“In a world you don’t know, there’s a bard’s poem that goes like this…” Thales stood up with difficulty, quickly considering the current situation and solutions, and slowly said:

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, allows you to stand taller..."

A few seconds after Serena turned her gaze away, Rolf seemed to be freed from his stiff state.

But neither of them made any other move; they just stared wide-eyed at Thales, who was speaking.

"how is this possible?"

Serena shook her head in astonishment.

She looked down at the hand that had strangled Thales.

Was it because I was in prison for too long that my strength and estimation have deteriorated?
But he clearly wasn't breathing.

what happened.

something wrong.

Rolf looked at Thales, a satisfied smile on his face, and made a gesture.

Don't look at her eyes.

Thales returned a strong look and nodded slightly.

The silver-haired, red-eyed female vampire gritted her teeth, turned her head, and glared at Thales: "Damn it..."

Thales gave a long-lost smile, deliberately avoiding Serena's gaze to prevent her from activating her power.

The second prince bit his upper and lower teeth together and pressed them against the tip of his tongue.

Was I too nervous and scared just now, so I didn't think of biting my tongue?

Thales smiled bitterly to himself: He had been forced to watch "that journey" for so long...

The first target: the Black Coffin of the Underworld.

Are we really going to release that magic user?

A strange expression flashed before my eyes.

But Thales hesitated for only a second before preparing to launch the attack.

But just as Thales was about to bite his tongue and unleash that forbidden technique, a strange change occurred within him.

A strange surge of energy welled up from his heart, spreading up his chest, neck, face, and finally to his eyes.

The blurry vision became clear, bright, and detailed in an instant.

Serena before my eyes became... clearer.

Thales paused for a moment.

what is this?
He felt that Serena was like a blood-red lamp, radiating a dazzling crimson light in the boundless darkness.

He turned his head: under a large tree on the left, Cortrina lay unconscious on the ground, her unconscious breathing emitting a dim, fading white light.

Am I seeing things?
Thales blinked in confusion, looking at the scene before him, only to be surprised to find that everything in the world seemed to have slowed down—Serena's clenched teeth took a full five seconds to complete.

"Damn it—" Her voice became incredibly slow and deep, like the result of a tape recorder being sped up.

wrong.

This is... a time-stop series play—oops—time has slowed down?

No.

Thales felt his movements slow down as well.

It's just that my thoughts have become faster.

He squinted, trying to see more clearly.

The surge of energy rushed into his mind, and the scene before him changed once again.

At that moment, Thales even saw something resembling radiation: Serena's blood was surging vigorously, covering her heart, chest, arms, and wings tucked into her back.

He could see that Serena's muscles were contracting and relaxing powerfully, but the flow of blood and energy within her was segmented, full of gaps and discontinuities... as if something was damaged.

Serena's claws, arms, legs, and body—every moving and still part of her body—her center of gravity, strength, speed, and trend seemed to instantly fall under his control, completely understood.

What's going on? Thales wondered in alarm.

Thales turned his head and looked at the black coffin—this strange, legendary anti-magic weapon was radiating a deep black aura and black light.

There were also strange, colorful fluctuations constantly surging out.

It seemed so ominous.

If he used magic to open it, inside—his heart skipped a beat.

Is there a better way to solve the current predicament?

Just as Thales was thinking this, the fluctuation seemed to vanish from around his eyes as if it had a mind of its own…

Everything returned to normal.

This is… Thales frowned: What power?
“Damn brat,” Serena resumed her speaking pace, gritting her teeth as she said, “Fine, this time I’ll cut off your head.”

But a few seconds later, the fluctuation reappeared.

This time, it went straight to his brain.

and many more.

Thales shuddered.

His already extraordinary brain seemed to have been instantly amplified.

A better way...

The distance to the black coffin, Serena's speed, true form transformation, possible attack directions, Rolf's best support route, speed limits in the snow—everything before my eyes became useful information, stored in my brain in an orderly and rapid manner.

Possible solutions, anticipated risks, influencing factors, success rate estimates...

This time, the fluctuation seemed to consume more energy than before, lasting only a short while before dissipating from his mind.

In an instant, Thales felt as if he had run a kilometer, trembling and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Is this... some kind of cutting-edge technology, or the Terminator?
But then he suddenly knew how to solve the situation.

Moreover, the aftereffects are fewer and more comprehensive.

Perhaps, that kind of power isn't necessary.

A better way.

Thales carefully avoided eye contact with Serena, and as he calmed his breathing, he walked between Rolf and Serena, a smile on his face.

“You know, I really want to call you a ‘bitch,’” he said casually, his hands behind his back.

"Foolish short-lived creature," Serena frowned and thought to herself, "So confident when you're so close to me?"
Kill this brat first, preferably behead him, but that's nothing to fear...

The key is that super-class cripple. The female vampire glanced at the silver-masked Rolf: We have to make sure he stays here and prevent the truth from being revealed.

We need to hurry… Serena gritted her teeth: Chris and Eystrom can’t hold out for long.

“Oh, then why not?” Serena smiled as if by magic, her speed leaving Thales in awe.

"Dear Thales?"

She calculated the distance between herself and Rolf, as well as the speed at which she would transform into her true form and pounce on him.

Rolf frowned.

He saw Thales' hands, which were tied behind his back, rapidly shift.

Even without the head and chest, he still recognized it.

[Push me, to the left, to the big tree]

Twice in a row.

Rolf squinted.

Such a familiar feeling.

Just like last time in the dungeon.

“Because calling you a bitch… I’m afraid I’d be insulting this sacred profession,” Thales said calmly.

“So, in your heart,” Serena chuckled, wiggling her claws, “a bitch is sacred?”

“But I still want to thank you,” Thales exhaled, and under Serena’s surprised gaze, said word by word, “At least you told the truth before you killed me.”

"My blood is very nourishing."

The next second, Thales swung his hands behind his back.

【start】

Before Serena could react, Rolf's pupils dilated.

His superpower activated instantly.

A sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere and swept in rapidly!
"call--"

However, they did not attack Serena, who was fully on guard.

Instead, it swept up Thales and blew him into the sky!

Thales gritted his teeth, struggling to support his body, squinting to resist the impact of the wind—after all, he wasn't Rolf, who had been immersed in the world of "human kites" for many years.

In mid-air, time seemed to slow down once again—but he knew that wasn't the case.

The surge of energy gradually filled his limbs.

Thales instantly felt that by simply turning his limbs, he had regained his balance in the wind.

Out of the corner of my eye, Serena screamed as she transformed into her terrifying true form!

"Where do you think you're going?" Serena roared hoarsely, her eyes like black holes, her crimson bone wings unfurling, tearing her cloak as she soared into the air.

"Short-lived brat!"

But Rolf's eyes were resolute as he charged straight at the vampires, riding the raging wind.

He needs to hold off the monster.

This was the boy's plan.

Thales flew toward a large tree on the left.

The birch tree that was broken in the recent sisterly conflict.

On the ground nearby, there lay an unconscious figure.

Serena's expression suddenly changed, realizing what Thales was about to do.

But the next moment, a whooshing sound came from behind the patricide.

Serena instinctively turned around and swung her claw.

"Qiang!"

A loud clanging sound of metal striking metal!

It wasn't Rolf who attacked.

Instead, it was a steel cable held in Rolf's hand.

Caught off guard, Serena frowned as the steel cable suddenly appeared and tightly wrapped around her arm.

"Ah—" Serena screamed madly as the steel cable, carried by the gale, dragged backward.

She tore at the steel cable, but to no avail amidst the sparks flying.

At the other end of the steel cable, Rolf gritted his teeth and flew through the air.

Below his knees, the two rough steel prosthetics had disappeared.

That steel cable was the equipment Rolf used to secure his two prosthetic limbs; it was incredibly strong.

"I will not let you pass"—the Ghost of the Wind's eyes were resolute.

Thales landed on the snow with his hands tied behind his back, and rolled forward twice in a sorry state.

The fluctuation dissipated.

A wave of fatigue washed over me.

My whole body aches and aches, and some joints even feel like they're being torn apart.

Thales vaguely understood that this was because his current physical condition was completely unable to keep up with the balancing movements he had just performed using the wind.

But he still struggled, his hands behind his back, and crawled to the person in front of him.

That was the key point of his plan.

Cortina Corleone.

The Queen of Night, on her deathbed.

"Boom!"

Thales bumped headfirst into Cortrina's pretty face!

The impact jolted the latter slightly awake from her unconsciousness.

He stared at Cortrina's unfocused eyes and uttered two words.

"Bite me."

With her limbs severed and only her torso remaining, Cortrina, whose injuries were beyond repair, struggled to look up at him, her expression filled with confusion.

The prince coldly replied:
"Vampire."

However, the Queen of Night, having lost confidence, merely glanced at the situation on the field and shook her head helplessly and bitterly: "It's no use."

"My injuries are too severe."

"You should leave quickly."

"Maybe we can escape."

Cortina lowered her head resignedly and closed her purple eyes.

On the other side, Rolf was still using the steel cable to maintain his distance from Serena while struggling to maneuver around her.

Thales frowned deeply.

this woman.

She's actually the queen?

At that moment, Rolf's painful groan drifted from afar.

No more time can be wasted. Thales made his decision.

“Didn’t Serena say,” the prince, his hands bound behind his back, licked his lips and frowned deeply, “that it was my blood.”

"It's quite nourishing."

The next moment, Thales closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and slammed his chin hard into the snow!

He heard a small "plop" sound.

Then, a sharp pain traveled from the tip of my tongue!

Thales was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face!
The feeling of biting your tongue...

Ouch, it hurts so much!
But Thales, with tears of sorrow streaming down his face, struggled to his feet.

Without hesitation, he threw himself down beside Cortrina.

then.

Under the shocked gaze of Cortrina van Corleon, the head of the Corleone family, the Weeping One, and the Queen of the Night.

Thales gave Cortrina a hard kiss on the lips!
Cortina instinctively tried to struggle.

Until Thales glared angrily.

A second passes.

Cortina shuddered!
This is……

The smell of blood...

"Ugh!" Rolf's muffled groan, which he couldn't quite make out, came again!
Thales frowned, staring directly into Cortrina's incredulous gaze.

This woman... why is she so clueless?
Her sister, Serena, was clearly excited and captivated, savoring the moment.

Does she not like it?

But he didn't finish thinking about it.

Because the next moment, Cortrina struggled with her mangled body, revealing a terrifyingly hungry and bloodthirsty look in her eyes.

The purple-eyed vampire, now only a torso, suddenly flipped over and pinned the seven-year-old child beneath him!
"Boom!"

The Queen of Night thrusts forward wildly.

She bit Thales's mouth tightly and frantically sucked his blood!

pain.

Excruciating pain

Thales cried out in pain once again.

"Woooo..."

He violently shook his head, forcing Cortrina to release his mouth.

Thales was crying and breathing heavily.

I'm wrong.

This one... is definitely even crazier than her sister!
Thales looked up, frowning at Cortrina, who was pressing down on him, her face contorted with rage at being disturbed from eating.

The next second, like lovers in a hurry, Thales anxiously stretched out his head, exposing the skin on his neck.

He said to Cortrina without hesitation:
"Quick, the neck!"

"hurry up!"

Cortina's eyes lit up with longing.

She lowered her head sharply and tore open Thales' collar with her teeth!

"Hey you……"

Before Thales could finish speaking, Cortrina bared her fangs and bit down hard on his neck!

They started sucking his blood.

Pain, sucking sensation, dizziness, numbness, itching, and pleasure all rushed into Thales' mind in an instant.

With tears streaming down his face, Thales looked pitifully at Cortrina, who was abusing him, and finished speaking helplessly and bitterly:
"Can you..."

"Be gentle..."

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In the midst of the fierce wind, Serena grabbed onto a tree and finally gained her footing.

Damn bugs.

We've had enough fun.

The next second, she looked up menacingly, gripped the steel cable tightly, and yanked it hard!
The true form of enhanced power is unleashed.

Rolf, who was at his last gasp, was pulled by the enormous force on the steel cable, and his momentum faltered!
He crashed violently into a nearby birch tree and fell helplessly onto the snow.

Rolf struggled to his feet, but without his prosthetic leg, he could only lean helplessly against the birch tree.

Rolf used his supernatural ability to breathe in another breath of cold air, and with a flick of his arms, he unleashed two hidden blades.

He leaped into the air again to meet Serena.

Hand in hand.

But Rolf was caught off guard by Serena's nimble claw, which struck his first thrusting blade at a tricky angle.

The force on Rolf's sword dissipated completely.

"Ding!"

Its hardness was nowhere near that of the steel cable's blade, and it shattered inch by inch.

Serena's force was very skillful; Rolf's body suddenly froze in mid-air, forcing him to adjust the wind force to reduce her impact.

However, in a split second, Serena, expressionless, stretched out her long leg and stomped heavily on his other arm.

Rolf grunted and flew backward.

His arm looks broken!
The next moment, Serena's face contorted with rage as she flapped her bone wings rapidly, instantly accelerating and closing in on Rolf at top speed!

Claws strike swiftly.

"Keng!"

She crushed Rolf's last hidden blade.

Miscalculated.

Rolf thought disappointedly: I can't stop her at all.

He remembered what the Qi Mage had told him a long time ago.

"I've seen quite a few extreme realms, and their fighting styles are basically..." Ashida said slowly at that moment:

"Sending and receiving with ease, meticulous attention to detail, just the right amount of time, and without any delay—"

"The battles between the Extreme Realm cultivators seem boring and simple, fast and monotonous, but this kind of terrifying control at the smallest detail is far beyond what those little brats who recklessly waste energy or strength can imagine."

“As for your question… if you encounter extreme circumstances,” Ashida’s blue clothes were so striking that Rolf still remembers his expressionless face:
"If they don't get close, I can use my special abilities to hold them off for a while."

But Ashida then looked up, a thoughtful expression on her face:

"There is only one exception."

"If you encounter the Black Sword..."

Rolf recalled that Ashida smiled lightly at that moment: "Remember to write your will in advance."

Thinking back to the past, Rolf sighed inwardly.

Damn it...

As expected, the Extreme Realm and the Super Realm are not even on the same level.

They couldn't hold it off for even a few minutes.

The Ghost of the Wind gently closed its eyes.

That's it for now.

At least, the debts have been paid off.

But the next moment, the sound of fierce wind and fighting came urgently!
Until the very last sound:
"Pfft—!"

Rolf opened his eyes in surprise.

"Damn-"

Serena clutched her left shoulder, flapped her bone wings, and screamed as she frantically retreated!

Up to a few meters away.

After a few seconds.

The patricide raised his head and looked at the person opposite him with eyes full of hatred.

That pure white one, a true vampire.

"My dear sister."

The aloof and elegant Cortina Corleone stood coldly opposite her.

The limbs are intact and strong, and the bony wings can expand and contract freely.

Purple eyes, cold and sharp.

It's as if I've never been hurt.

In the Queen's left arm lay Thales, fast asleep, his consciousness hazy, groaning and panting.

Serena glared at her sister with a ferocious and resentful expression, letting out a defiant roar.

The Queen of Night stepped forward, casually tossing Serena's bloodied left arm, which she had just torn off, onto the snow. Her face immediately hardened.

"Round Two."

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The Tower of Endings, Blade Valley, the Underground Chamber.

Shao stroked his long, gray beard and slowly stepped in.

He turned on the ever-burning light in the corner of the room.

This is a strange circular room.

There were absolutely no items or objects.

There were only thick stone walls.

The stone wall was covered with scratches of various colors, some deep, some shallow, and some long.

It looks like it was drawn randomly.

Shao turned around and looked at the other side of the room.

It was a huddled figure, trembling incessantly in the corner of the room.

Shao looked at the person for a while, then slowly sighed, "It's gotten worse?"

The figure shivered uncontrollably, and after a long pause, finally managed to utter, "It's...devouring me..."

Shao's expression turned grave: "Devour? You mean, corrode your body?"

The figure trembled, then looked up and gave a bitter laugh:
"more than."

"This kind of power..."

"It feels like it's going to hit me..."

"Come alive..."

Shao frowned: "What's going on?"

The figure continued to tremble, as if it had seen the deepest fear: "It has its own consciousness, like a demon in my heart, urging me, threatening me, intimidating me..."

"Go for it."

"Go to battle."

"Go and kill."

"We can't stop..."

"We can't stop..."

"Until I face death..."

"Or perhaps death will reject me again..."

"We can't stop..."

Shao closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already red.

Shao, the highly respected Far Eastern inheritor of the legacy of Tad, slowly sat down cross-legged beside that figure, his eyes filled with sorrow:
"Perhaps, this plan is fundamentally flawed."

"Even a genius like Crassus... how could we possibly..."

Shao's words were filled with pain and heaviness:

"You two... I shouldn't have let you go in the first place."

However, the figure merely chuckled coldly:
"impossible."

"Horace and I... let's not even talk about whether he'll survive..."

"He fought so many battles later... and killed so many people..."

"If we had gone to Horace instead..."

Can you imagine what he looks like now?

The figure curled up even more tightly.

Shao gripped his sword tightly, his heart filled with regret and pain, and let out a long sigh.

Upon seeing Shao's appearance, the figure mustered all his strength to force a smile:
"teacher,"

"no need to worry……"

"I...can hold on..."

"Until I complete my mission..."

"I can do it..."

With a bitter expression, Shao reached out and placed his hand on the figure's shoulder, saying with reluctance:
"Thank you for your hard work, kid."

"Enduring these past thirty-plus years..."

"Sins that should not exist in this world..."

What exactly gave you the misconception that "the author is very diligent"?

Just because I add an extra chapter when I'm in a good mood, does that make you think "there will be extra chapters from now on"?
Hmph, mere mortal's delusion!
(Damn it, this is the chapter I'm most dissatisfied with after writing it for a month. I really want to delete it in anger and leave a chapter title and a sentence: Please use your imagination based on the surrounding chapters.)
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