Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 93 No, it will hurt!

When Thales awoke from his weakness and coma due to excessive blood loss, he found himself leaning against a huge birch tree.

Rolf stayed close to him, and when he woke up, the Wind-Walking Ghost breathed a sigh of relief.

"How... is it?" Thales touched the two fang-shaped wounds on his neck, which had miraculously stopped bleeding, and asked weakly.

【very good】

Rolf gestured laboriously.

With Rolf's help, he struggled to sit up and looked at the two enormous, terrifying monsters, one red and one white, in the moonlight not far away.

Serena slumped back, her bone wings folded, and leaned against a birch tree, covered in wounds. She coughed up blood and gasped for breath.

Having once held an absolute advantage, she struggled to raise her head and look at her proud and aloof younger sister—the real Cortrina—who only had a few scratches on her body.

"It seems the battle is over, you patricide," the Night Queen said coldly, gripping her pure white right claw.

"Should they surrender or be executed on the spot?"

Serena struggled to support her body, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes tightly.

In the deadly second round, Serena, severely weakened and having exhausted all her trump cards, faced a Kotrinina who had instantly recovered and was even more vigorous than before. In addition to her left arm being cruelly torn off from behind, Serena's right leg was also broken—one of the results of Kotrinina's "Blood Cry"—she couldn't even maintain her balance on the ground. One of her bone wings was torn into three pieces, and her body was covered with layers of lacerations. Serena's only right claw had also been broken in two places, and a horrific, bloody wound snaked down from her ugly face to her chest.

Serena, suppressing the dizziness from her severe injuries, stared blankly at everything before her.

Did it fail?

A meticulously planned scheme.

A meticulously planned scheme.

Using the power of the stars, we will purge the opponents of the Holy Blood Legion.

Use the power of the stars to ambush and counter Cortrina.

Or at least remove the wings around her.

Even in the worst-case scenario, one must be able to hide and protect oneself.

None of these goals—Serena looked desperately at the weak boy not far away—had been achieved?
Why……

free……

Serena lowered her head and sighed: Is it really that difficult?

Her eyes dimmed, and her body began to give way to the exhausting True Form state. Her blood and tissues automatically atrophied and transformed, and her figure shrank, changing from the "ugly-faced woman" back to the alluring Serena.

“Very good. If you have one more advantage, sister,” Cortrina narrowed her eyes, her claws lightly scratching a birch tree beside her, leaving deep marks:
"That is, you always manage to seize the opportunity to surrender in order to save your life."

The naked Serena, now back in human form, gave a weak, cold laugh, yet still insisted, "Of course."

"The older sister always loves and protects her younger sister."

Just then, Serena and Cortrina's ears twitched simultaneously.

"Shh!"

The sound of something flying at high speed could be heard from the nearby birch forest.

The next second, the old butler Chris Corleone appeared in front of Cortina!
"Pass!"

After exchanging blows with the surprised Serena, Chris instantly retreated to Serena's side, pulled out a cloak he had prepared beforehand, and draped it over Serena's shoulders.

His magnificent clothes were tattered, partly from when he transformed into his true form and partly from his fierce battle with Hesta.

“Your Highness,” Chris Corleone said gravely, having grasped the situation with just a glance, “the situation is clear to me.”
"I strongly recommend a temporary retreat."

Thales frowned: he remembered Gilbert's assessment of the old vampire.

The Queen of Night wore a complicated expression.

"Chris Corleone, with your war achievements, you deserve a marquisate."

“I still remember the surprise in Father’s eyes when you offered to serve us as our butler… Now it seems he trusted his old subordinate too much.” Cortrina raised her pure white, eerie true form head, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Where is Hesta?"

“He has achieved his goal, Your Highness Cortina,” Chris turned around and politely bowed slightly to the second young lady of the family, the true head of the Corleone family:
"Hesta has died a glorious and triumphant death, departing without regrets, freed from the torment of eternal life."

Only we old comrades are left... Chris sighed inwardly: continue to suffer in this world full of lies.

Upon hearing the news of her subordinate's death, Cortrina let out a ferocious roar and re-unfurled her bone wings.

Just then, there was a rustling sound in the bushes!
"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

A dozen or so figures appeared behind Cortrina in rapid succession, almost like skipping frames!

The warriors of the Holy Blood Legion finally arrived, albeit late.

Chris helped Serena, whose face was ashen, and observed the increasingly worsening situation with a solemn and serious expression.

"His Majesty."

The remaining twelve male and female warriors of the Holy Blood Legion, despite bearing varying degrees of injury, all had resolute expressions and respectfully bowed to the Night Queen.

Cortina didn't even look at him, she just nodded slowly.

"Surround them—traitors," she coldly ordered.

In that instant, she seemed to have returned to her rightful role—the aloof and mysterious Queen of the Night, who spread her fame throughout the two hundred years of conquest on the Eastern Continent.

The twelve figures instantly dispersed, surrounding Serena and Chris tightly.

Although no one gave them a second glance, Thales felt a chill run down his spine when he saw them appear.

This is the Holy Blood Legion—such a fierce battle, yet there were surprisingly few casualties.

“Be prepared and act according to circumstances,” Thales said weakly to Rolf.

"Both sides have deep-seated grudges against us, so we must not let our guard down."

Rolf nodded.

Thales started worrying about other people again.

With such few casualties in the Holy Blood Legion, I wonder how Putila, Wya, Jorah, and the private soldiers of Starlight are doing?

Hmm... Have I forgotten someone?

strangeness.

Whom have I forgotten?

Thales scratched his head laboriously and in distress, trying to remember.

But he would soon no longer have to worry.

"Hey, you're here, kid!" A loud greeting came from behind!
Thales sighed.

It turned out to be her.

Ada, Thales's female bodyguard, dragged the dying and powerless Simon Corleone out of the bushes like a donkey pulling a millstone, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

“I never expected you to still be alive…” Ada said excitedly.

Thales rolled his eyes.

He turned his head, but he and Rolf were both stunned.

"how?"

Ada, with her delicate features, bright silver eyes, and slightly twitching pointed ears, casually tossed Simon aside, let out a sigh of relief, turned around, clapped her hands, and said lightly and disdainfully to Thales, who was staring at her speechless with astonishment:
"Never seen an elf before?"

"I've never seen an elf as beautiful and stylish as me, or as handsome and charismatic as me?"

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“I suspect that, with their sense of smell and hearing, those vampires may have already found His Highness,” Wyatt Cassel said with difficulty, cutting off a branch from the top of his head, clutching his newly bandaged left rib, and looking at the birch thicket in the darkness.

"And we're still wandering around like headless flies!"

“Instead of complaining,” Putila said indifferently, lighting a torch and carefully examining the footprints and wheel tracks in the snow.

"You might as well save your energy. You might need to use your sword later—if you can still wield it."

Behind him was a lone Star Guardian soldier he had encountered on the road, who was supporting Jora, who was almost unconscious.

"Damn it, I lost Prince Thales on my very first escort mission," Wyman sighed regretfully, feeling his injuries.

"I'm probably the worst prince's attendant in the history of the stars!"

Upon hearing this, Putila's hand holding the torch suddenly trembled slightly.

“No,” said Lord Putila Neman, the deputy envoy of the mission, slowly. “You are not.”

Wyatt turned his head and looked at Putila in surprise.

The deputy envoy, who was usually indifferent to others, unusually showed loneliness and sorrow:
"Believe me, you are not the worst page."

“Once upon a time… there was a prince’s attendant… who was far worse than you are now.”

"It can be described as a complete failure."

"Who?" Wyman asked, bewildered. "Which attendant?"

Putila closed his eyes sadly and simply shook his head.

At that moment, Wyman's expression changed, and he turned around abruptly!

The attendant drew his single-edged sword in an instant and slashed diagonally backward!
"Ding!"

Putila clutched her right shoulder, which had been severely injured in an instant, and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Those were wounds inflicted by sharp claws, just inches away from the throat!

Jorah collapsed helplessly to the ground. Beside him, the Star Guardian soldier knelt in disbelief, clutching his slashed neck and struggling to breathe his last breath.

"hateful!"

Wyman's movements aggravated his already serious wound. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, supporting himself with one hand on the ground as he looked up at the suddenly appearing enemy.

“Very good intuition, kid,” said the incredibly fast, blond-haired, handsome super-class vampire, Eastren Corleone, standing in front of them and licking his blood-soaked claws.

Eastrun stepped forward, his eyes flashing with cold light:

"Would it taste even better?"

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“No,” Thales shook his head helplessly, putting aside his surprise and doubt, “I’ve just never seen such a… well, such a diligent elf.”

The next moment, Thales received a sharp rap on the head!
"Boom!"

Under Rolf's stunned gaze, Thales touched his head with teary eyes and looked pitifully at Ada.

What kind of guards are these?!

"Hey! What kind of expression and answer is that?!"

Under Thales' tearful gaze and the hostile stares of the vampires in the arena, Ada grumbled in dissatisfaction, unknowingly kicking the unconscious Simon Corleone at her feet:

"I went through countless hardships, used every trick in the book, and employed every method to capture this terrifying opponent from the Extreme Realm alive... and then cleverly took him hostage, giving you more bargaining chips! Capturing him alive is much harder than killing him, and it took me a lot of time!"

Yes, that's right, that's it.

It wasn't because we got lost in the bushes.

Ada proudly raised her head.

"Then they rushed over immediately... to save you!"

Thales rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Thank you for coming so soon—no, right now."

“There’s only one problem,” Thales sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Are you a police officer?

“Huh? What?” Ada, who came to his side, was taken aback.

“Ah, I mean,” Thales said, supporting his weak body as he sat up straight, his expression changing to seriousness.

"You've come at just the right time!"

"Captured the enemy alive, well done!"

Ada then grinned and chuckled.

Kotlina turned her head, looked at Simon who was lying slumped on the ground, and then stared at Thales.

You're going to use him as a bargaining chip? Looks like you still don't trust us.

Thales met the Queen of the Night's gaze without flinching.

Of course—you are Serena's sister after all!
“Enough,” Cortrina said coldly, turning her head to resolve the family matters first, and snapped:
"Serena Corleone, Chris Corleone, surrender!"

"I guarantee that, in accordance with our tradition, you will be given a fair trial!"

Chris looked at the vampire warriors surrounding them and Ada in the distance, and sighed.

He prepared to transform into his true form for one last desperate attempt.

Just then, Serena suddenly reached out and stopped her subordinates from moving.

"Tradition? Fairness? Hahahaha..."

Serena gave a bitter laugh as she looked at her sister, who seemed to have the victory in her grasp.

"Kat, Kat, my good cat, why do you never open your eyes and see whose justice our so-called tradition serves?"

"Yes, I can kill him, kill our father, kill the man who controls and binds us, but I can never kill the father and the man in your heart, right?"

In response to the ugly woman's ambiguous words, Cortina coldly snorted:

"Nonsense won't bring you any more dignity."

Serena lowered her head.

A few seconds later, she burst into laughter, looking almost crazy.

"You think this is the end, Kat?" Cortrina frowned.

It's come to this point.

What other cards does she have up her sleeve?
Thales suddenly remembered what Serena had said.

War will purge the Holy Blood Legion's opponents, giving me a more submissive Night Kingdom... and the true successor of Corleone will turn the tide at the last moment...

and many more.

Did they turn the tide at the last minute?

He was shocked.

Serena only has three people. How can she turn the tide against the attack of the Star Lords?

So, this sentence means...

Thales frowned:
Does she have outside help?

next moment.

Serena wore a desolate expression, then suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a crimson sphere from her throat, which she caught in her hand.

It was a strange, still wriggling sphere.

Chris, standing to the side, suddenly changed color!
Cortina looked puzzled: she didn't recognize the thing.

Thales felt a jolt in his heart as that strange fluctuation surged into his eyes.

That sphere.

It was emitting a...crimson glow.

The texture of this light... it looks kind of familiar?

Thales felt a chill run down his spine and turned to the black coffin in the distance.

Is it the radiance of the legendary anti-demon armed forces?

Could that red sphere also be...?

“What?” Cortrina asked sarcastically.
"Are we going to fight to the last man?"

Serena ignored her.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, her face ashen, she resignedly squeezed and crushed the wriggling red sphere.

It shattered in my palm, oozing a scarlet liquid.

Like blood.

"You forced me to do this."

Serena said in a hoarse, forlorn voice:
"All of you."

At first, nothing happened.

But a few seconds later, a huge noise came from afar!
"boom!"

It was like a flood!
"brush!"

The sound is getting closer!

It's in the east direction.

Everyone's expressions changed.

"What have you done!" Cortrina's face darkened as she looked at Serena, who looked utterly miserable.

Serena raised her head, her expression one of despair and desolation:
"I made my last, and most unavoidable, choice."

The enormous noise grew louder and closer.

Everyone turned their heads warily, observing their surroundings.

But there was nothing around the birch forest under the moonlight!

“Hey kid, you’re smart… what is this?” Ada asked curiously.

Thales shook his head solemnly.

He had a bad feeling.

"Boom!"

The sound, like a raging flood, grew closer and closer, almost within arm's reach—it came from the east!

Even the vampires, known for their keen hearing, looked at each other in surprise—clearly, they hadn't heard anything.

Finally, after a few seconds, the sound gradually subsided.

It gradually weakened.

Finally, it completely disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered. No one understood what had just happened.

Only Thales stared blankly eastward.

He saw something through his eyes, which were shrouded in that turbulence.

Behind those birch bushes.

Such a bright light...

A bright, crimson light...

Suddenly, to everyone's astonishment and uncertainty, a rustling sound came from the direction where the strange noise had disappeared.

That's a grove of birch trees to the east.

"Russing..."

It looked like someone was walking in the snow.

His steps were unsteady, as if he wasn't used to the snow.

Is he an ordinary person?

civilian?

Cortrina frowned, while Serena gave a bitter smile.

Finally, a thin figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Those were the footsteps of the person who made the sound.

A young girl.

A smiling girl.

She slowly emerged from behind a birch tree.

Upon seeing her, the severely injured Serena Corleone trembled uncontrollably.

Everyone else looked surprised and puzzled, exchanging bewildered glances.

only one person?

Who is she?
The girl quickly scanned the entire room and said softly:
"Oh, so this is where it is."

Cortina frowned deeply.

Who is she?
Are they Serena's reinforcements?
A frail girl?

No.

We should still be careful.

After all, it was Serena's backup plan.

Cortina quickly assessed the situation.

The girl smiled, bright and radiant, charming and gentle.

But Thales instinctively sensed an unprecedented danger!
"Can I have that box? She promised it a long time ago." The girl smiled and pointed into the distance.

Thales turned his head, his face pale.

The girl was pointing to...

The Black Coffin in the Dark Night!

Cortina's expression was grave as she cautiously took a step forward:
“Whoever you are,” the Queen said calmly, “I advise you not to interfere in matters here.”

The warriors of the Holy Blood Legion looked at the reckless girl with grim expressions.

Following Cortrina's telepathic message, some of them nodded, and five vampire warriors vanished instantly, blocking the girl's path.

They stared coldly at the girl.

"What? You want to say 'no'?" The girl seemed somewhat surprised.

Why are there always people like this?

"I'll be very distressed."

"Don't say no..."

Amidst everyone's astonished and uncertain gazes and expressions, she then smiled and shook her head:
"do not do it."

The girl happily flashed her pearly white teeth:
"It will hurt."

Thales looked at the strange standoff between the nameless girl and the vampires with a puzzled expression.

The way she speaks...

This self-righteous attitude...

I feel like I've heard this somewhere before...

Just then, a voice, trembling with fear, rang out:

"escape……"

Everyone turned their gaze to the side.

Simon Corleone, the expert who had just woken up, sat up.

At this moment, he stared wide-eyed at the girl, his face filled with uncontrollable panic, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"escape……"

"Simon!" Cortrina couldn't stand it anymore and sternly stopped him: "You've lost your composure!"

The vampire warriors looked at each other, finding it hard to believe that their commander was in such a state.

But that's not all.

The next moment, Simon Corleone, a veteran of countless battles, a vampire marquis of the Corleone family, one of the Night Lord's terrifying four wings, and the renowned "Flash Wing" Corleone, was actually shuffling around on the snow like a child, cowering and trembling.

"No...you don't know, you don't understand...it...it..."

The girl looked at Simon gently, smiling.

Simon shuddered. He trembled, his handsome face contorted in disbelief under everyone's gaze. He shook his head frantically, sat back on the ground, and stumbled backward as if he were witnessing the deepest nightmare.

Simon, his voice trembling with sobs, his face contorted in agony, screamed in a shrill, terrified voice:
"Escape quickly——"

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Chamber of Secrets.

"Take a breath and say it again carefully."

In the darkness, "Black Prophet" Morat Hansen gripped his cane tightly, his face more somber than ever before.

His trusted subordinate, Raphael Lindbergh, leaned against the wall, panting heavily as if he had just run there, and anxiously said, out of breath:

"Because the prince's delegation is heading north..."

"We...are positioned on the border between Starry Sky and Exter..."

"Search for Ramon's manpower..."

"We're also preparing to withdraw..."

"but……"

"The two of them haven't... haven't come back..."

"One day ago..."

"Someone has discovered... the body of one of them..."

Raphael bent down, supporting himself on his knees, gritting his teeth and panting, trying to catch his breath.

“And then?” Morat asked calmly.

"How did you die?"

next moment.

“Yes…yes…” Raphael raised his head, panting, and said through gritted teeth:
"is that one……"

Morat's pupils contracted, and he gripped his cane tighter, listening as Raphael finished pronouncing the word:

"A serial killer."

With prices soaring, one bento box is never enough, right?

It's only been a little over twenty hours since the last update... Is it really necessary to be this demanding?!
The comments urging for more updates are putting a lot of pressure on Wujian.

The demand for more updates is here...

Run!
Run!
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(End of this chapter)