Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 95 The Charm of That Shield
The dying Chris, feeling the dozen or so tentacles of the multi-headed serpent Kirica ignoring his corrosive blood as they tightened their grip and even dissolved into him, looked at Simon opposite him and sighed, "Why can't I even avoid your speed!"

“I don’t know,” Simon struggled frantically, only to find his limbs completely out of his control. “I feel like I’m losing control of my whole body, like I’ve offered myself up there…”

The tentacles coiled around the two figures, bringing them before their master. The Blood Demon Master sighed, "Thank you for stopping all this jumping around... I can finally have a proper meal again."

Chris and Simon were slightly taken aback.

“You know,” the Blood Mage smiled, “I’ve been a little weak ever since I took that damned shot from the dwarves.”

Under the fearful gazes of Chris and Simon, the Blood Mage gently uttered the last two words:

"Supplies are needed."

The next moment, the Blood Mage reached out his hands and smiled as he touched their faces.

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"Absolutely not!" Cortrina's face was grave. "This black coffin is named after the God of Night—what makes you think a prisoner imprisoned by a god would be safer than a Blood Mage?"

“Of course, turning into dozens of sticky, moving pieces,” Serena said sarcastically, “is the safest thing ever.”

Thales was weighing his options when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"So, who exactly is inside?" A gentle voice came from behind them.

The three of them shuddered and turned around.

The Blood Mage stood on a tentacle made of severed limbs and blood, smiling at them.

Thales resisted looking at the writhing, disgusting limbs and organs in his tentacles, when he suddenly felt figures flashing on both sides of him!
"Hey!" Thales watched the two sisters disappear, managing to utter only one word.

But he was immediately shocked to see that Cortrina and Serena shuddered simultaneously, and the two of them uncontrollably jumped off the black coffin and walked towards the tentacles at the feet of the magic master.

"What happened! What did you do to me?"

Cortina trembled as she stepped forward, falling into the bloody hole formed by tentacles, filled with shock and anger: "Where's Simon?"

"Fool, isn't it obvious?"

Serena trembled as she moved, convulsing as she was pulled up by the tentacles, gritting her teeth as she said, "She's taken control of our bodies!"

“I’ve just regained some of my strength… It’s been too long since I used it, so I’m still not very skilled,” the Blood Mage chuckled, enveloping the two sisters in tentacles made of severed limbs. “Don’t worry, I’ll need your blood later…”

The girl turned her head toward Thales.

The second prince stared at the magician with a chill running down his spine.

My heart started pounding again.

The last time something like this happened... seemed to be in a card and mahjong room on Hongfang Street?

The tentacles moved, and the blood-soaked face of the Blood Mage slowly approached him.

"you."

The girl examined him closely.

"The blood flowing through your veins," the mage took a deep breath, "has a strange sense of familiarity about it."

Bloodline?
Telston was immediately startled.

Correct.

I have one last trick up my sleeve.

He cleared his throat.

"Although I can't remember, for the sake of this bloodline, I won't let you suffer." The blood-red girl smiled and extended her palm to him.

"Wait!" Thales roared.

"This—the Blood Mage—Miss?"

“I,” Thales closed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly and weakly said:
"I am also a magic user."

The Blood Mage's expression paused for a moment.

Thales gently opened his eyes and calmly stated the fact that he feared most: "We are the same kind of people."

The Blood Mage remained unmoved and uttered a single word: "Lies."

She placed her hand on Thales' face.

"Wait a moment!"

"I...I know Ashida Sakorn, an air mage!" Feeling the warm blood on his face, Thales quickly said, "Aishida said I'm a newly reborn mage after the final war!"

The blood-stained hand of the Blood Mage stroked his face.

"Aishida?"

"A newly trained magic user?"

The girl chuckled and said, "You're really clever. You chose that guy who was just sealed away to be your witness."

"I'm telling the truth!" Thales exclaimed, his heart pounding. "I can vouch for it! That 'out of control'!"

The girl's face was still full of smiles.

But her tone changed.

"Out of control?" she said softly.
How did it get out of control?

Thales paused for a moment; he still knew too little about magical energy.

He could only desperately try to recall the night on Red Street:
“Aishida wanted to kill me, but my power seemed to interfere with him…an explosion occurred…He said only magical energy can interfere with each other…” Thales frowned: “He also said I am the first in over a thousand years…he will guide me…”

"If you need me to prove it..."

But he didn't say anything more.

“That’s enough,” the girl said, looking at him solemnly.
"So it's true."

"You are a magic user."

Thales' eyes widened.

So...you believe me now?
Isn't it too easy?
But the girl seemed to sense his confusion: "Your blood and vitality are telling me..."

"You're not lying."

blood.

vitality?

Thales was reminded of Ashida's control over the air.

Curiosity surged.

"You really...believe me?" he asked, still unsure.

But the blood-red girl ignored him:

"So, you have the potential to become a mage—the first one in over a thousand years?"

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like I've survived again.

“That’s what Ashida said, and he also said…”

But the girl still didn't let him finish speaking: "So, Ashida found you."

Thales had no choice but to shut his mouth and nod.

The Blood Mage simply stared at him and asked warily:
"Which faction will you choose? Radical, Confusionist, Moderate, or the Magic Queen?"

"Huh?" Thales looked puzzled.

The girl frowned:

"Didn't Aishida tell you about the history of magic users? The three civil wars among magic users and the three great covenants?"

Thales shook his head, puzzled, his confusion deepening.

"A civil war among magic users? Aren't magic users immortal? Why would they need a civil war?"

The mage girl stared at Thales:
"Didn't he explain the 'three deaths and one prohibition' rule for magic users to you?"

Thales stared wide-eyed and shook his head.

The blood-red girl's face grew increasingly pale.
"Has Ashida told you the difference between 'things' and 'observations,' and the connection between 'chaos' and 'pure'?"

Thales sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"So, which stage of the four stages of a magic master have you reached? You should know that, right?"

Thales shook his head in shame.

The mage stared intently at him, as if he wanted to rip a piece of flesh from his face.

Thales felt increasingly pressured.

"Then which magic tower's knowledge did you inherit?" A few seconds later, the girl uttered a word that Thales had seen in a book but had absolutely no clue about:

"The Tower of Alchemy? The Tower of Souls? Or the Tower of Ascetics? Or perhaps an independent lineage that has been lost to the world?"

What...what the hell?

Thales' face twitched; he was numb.

The second prince simply shook his head mechanically.

The girl looked at him in disbelief:
"So, you don't even know the connection between magical energy and magic, or the difference between a magic user, a mage, or a witch? Wait, do you even know what a mage is?"

Thales stared at her with an innocent look on his face.

"You know nothing—how did you become what Ashida calls a 'new' mage?" The mage sighed.

Thales lowered his head and shrugged inwardly.

No teacher, no schooling—it's not my fault.

“You’re no different from an ordinary person now,” the mage mage said quietly.

Thales didn't know how to answer.

silence.

Giza suddenly chuckled and said, "Aishida, did that fool go to the capital because of you?"

“Well,” Thales scratched his head, “I don’t think so. We bumped into each other by accident.”

But he was indeed sealed because of me—he thought to himself.

But of course I can't let you know.

The girl suddenly said softly:
"Giza".

Thales froze, then looked up: "What?"

The Blood Mage raised his eyes: "Giza Trillman, that is my name—if you are also a Mage, or a candidate for Mage, then you have the right to know my name."

The two were silent for a moment.

well.

Her hostility vanished.

Thales felt much more at ease.

So what's next...?

“Um, Miss Giza,” Thales said cautiously, “I just had a few friends with me…”

"Why?" the crimson-clad girl—Giza—interrupted him, asking with a smile:

"Huh?" Thales looked puzzled.

“If you’re determined to become a mage,” Giza looked at him meaningfully, “why bother associating with humans, elves, and vampires?”

Damn it, who wants to become a magic user?
A magic user who is treated like a rat in the street every day?

But of course he couldn't say that.

Thales scratched his head: "Well... I was born there after all..."

“Ah,” Giza shook her head and chuckled, “you can’t escape the past either, can you?”

Just as Thales was thinking about how to answer... an unexpected event occurred.

The next moment, the Blood Mage Giza's hand pressed against his face again!

"Ah!" Thales exclaimed in surprise, "You—"

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” Giza said calmly, her words carrying a chilling undertone.

You will die silently.

“To die without pain.” Thales’ pupils instantly shrank to their smallest size!
"and many more!"

"Why!" he shouted angrily.

"Why are you suddenly trying to kill me again?!"

"Aren't we the same kind?" Thales asked, his voice trembling with shock and anger. "Your goal is to rescue the mage in this coffin, isn't it?"

"If you wanted to save him, why did you kill me?"

Giza stared at his face, contorted with resentment, and gently began to stroke his cheek, a tender smile spreading across her face.
“Who told you that?” Giza glanced at the black coffin and said softly:
"Am I going to rescue the mage inside?"

Thales was jolted awake!
No way.

She didn't come to rescue him?

Then why go to all that trouble...?

He immediately had a thought.

“This is…” Thales asked incredulously, trembling, “What you just said: the civil war among magic users?”

Giza smiled slightly but did not reply.

“You—we are already at odds with the world, and we are at a huge disadvantage,” Thales said, struggling to gather his thoughts as he suppressed his panic, “why are you still killing yourselves!”

"Kill me, and you'll have even fewer allies in the world!"

"At least, consider the future of magic users!"

Giza laughed, a laugh that was both happier and more bitter than usual.

"The future of magic users?" Giza closed his eyes and slowly shook his head:

“Aishida, and his allies, the moderates, may still hold the belief that magic users will always win their future…”

Thales watched in astonishment as the color slowly faded from Giza's face, revealing her original, elegant features.

But he simply didn't have the energy to observe the other person's appearance.

“But I gave up long ago,” Giza laughed, her voice trembling, which, to Thales, sounded more like a cry: “Beings like us… the fewer the better, isn’t it!”

what?
"The pain we bear, and the pain we have caused, is enough... Why should a newcomer like you have to endure it?"

This… Thales’ brow twitched as he looked at Giza, his heart filled with fear.

Giza gently covered his face.

Thales' blood began to tremble restlessly.

“Rest assured, child, you will die peacefully here,” Giza said, looking at him with pity and gently stroking his hair.
"You will never become a magic user..."

“I will never let you suffer the pain of being a calamity.”

"This is for your own good..."

At that moment, the second prince, having poured out all the grief and indignation of two lifetimes, only wanted to utter those three words with all his might:

Ward Fuck!

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"thump!"

Wyman collapsed weakly to the ground, unable to lift the sword any further.

Putila collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as Istron easily lifted the powerless Wyah.

Damn.

"You're that brat's attendant? God knows how much I hate him."

Eastrun grinned and bared his fangs toward Wyman's neck.

But suddenly his expression hardened, he released Huaiya, and his figure vanished instantly!

"Clang! Clang!"

Claws and sword light rubbed together in the air, sparks flying everywhere!

"Who are you!"

Istrom roared, dodging the sword flash and taking three steps back.

A young, aloof, and strikingly handsome female swordswoman with black hair and light armor stood before him, indifferently looking at the vampire.

She wore thick black gloves and held a thin-bladed sword shaped like a cross.

Eastrun squinted.

That force and angle—is it another guy who has mastered the power of ending?
"Quack-"

Dozens of hoofbeats echoed from behind the surrounding jungle!
"just in front!"

Putila's spirits lifted: he recognized the voice of veteran Jenard!

Eastren's expression changed.

Reinforcements?

As he pondered, the female swordsman's sword light was already approaching him.

Istrom unleashed a speed that was almost unmatched, instantly dodging the enemy's sword flash.

Attacks at that speed are child's play.

He darted to the female swordsman's side!
Deal with her, and then...

But Eastrend had no more chance to think about it.

He was utterly shocked to feel a chilling metallic aura wash over him!
"laugh!"

Eastrun stopped in his tracks.

He lowered his head and looked at his heart.

The female swordswoman held her sword upside down, without even looking behind her.

Her sword blade pierced out from under her armpit.

It pierced directly into Eastrun's heart.

Istrom trembled as he reached for the blade.

"When..." he said incredulously, "when was the sword thrust out?"

“I didn’t,” the female swordsman said coolly, drawing her sword with her gloved right hand.
"You brought it up yourself."

Eastren clutched his pierced heart and collapsed silently.

"This kind of finishing power that forces the enemy to maintain their rhythm..."

Wyatt Cassel, struggling on the ground, gritted his teeth and looked up: "Pegasus Symphony!"

The female swordsman turned around and helped Huaiya up.

Wyman struggled to his feet, when suddenly his eyes caught sight of the majestic eagle with a twig in its beak on the female swordsman's black gloves.

"A white-based flying eagle?"

“You are…” Wyman paused, then uttered a name:
"You are Miranda Aarond."

“The last ‘seed’ from the Tower of the End!” he shouted.

But Miranda ignored him and coldly pressed him down to sit under the tree.

A dozen or so cavalrymen carrying cross-shaped double-star banners and other strange star-shaped banners emerged from behind the bushes and dismounted in front of them.

"My lord!" Jenard rushed to Putila's side nervously.

“Go find the prince!” Putila struggled to his feet with his help: “Prince, His Highness Thales, he…”

“No need to worry,” Miranda interrupted him curtly.
"Lord Satherley will handle it."

Wyman picked up his sword and was startled by what he heard!
Lord Satherley?
He looked at Miranda, his expression a mixture of surprise and delight: "You mean, she came in person?"

"Your Excellency, Flower of the Fortress?"

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Today's experience reaffirmed Thales's belief in the most suitable term to describe a mage:

madman.

They're all a bunch of lunatics!
The prince cried out in his heart.

But he couldn't move his body, and his blood seemed to boil.

Thales could only resign himself to closing his eyes.

Just now.

"Huh?" Giza paused, straightened up, and looked behind him.

"Whoosh!"

An extremely loud whistling sound came from the direction she was looking!

Thales breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but open his eyes.

"puff!"

One of Giza's tentacles suddenly burst open!
"what!"

A roar sounded.

A heavily armored female warrior, covered in blood, wielding a two-handed broadsword half her height, charged forward fearlessly through the splattering blood.

Giza's eyes blazed with fire, and another tentacle instantly intercepted it.

The silver blade flashed.

"laugh!"

The female warrior's greatsword slashed in an exaggerated arc, cutting the second tentacle into pieces.

Blood splattered on her armor and even her face, but the female warrior didn't care, she just charged forward with a fanatical expression!

They came to Giza's side.

Giza raised his hands with a cold smile, and countless small tentacles sprouted from his body, reaching out towards the female warrior.

"Watch out!" Thales roared. "She can come back to life!"

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget in his lifetime.

Without hesitation, the female warrior swung her broadsword and, in a flash, pulled a diamond-shaped gray metal shield from her back.

The moment Giza's small tentacles approached the gray shield, they turned black, shrank, and finally crumbled into ash.

Giza's expression changed for the first time.

The female warrior roared, grabbed the handle of her shield, and swung it fiercely.

"boom!"

He knocked Giza to the ground!
Then, the female warrior deftly grabbed both sides of the shield and slammed it down, using the shield to subdue the grim-faced Giza.

Thales stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

This is……

America, no—Tales saw the double star pattern on the female warrior's armor—Captain Star?
"I am Sonia Sathere," the female warrior's face was filled with fighting spirit:
"I have brought a gift for you."

The Blood Mage, Giza, looked extremely pale beneath her shield. Her flesh seemed to be scalded by steam, bubbling and shrinking until it turned to ashes.

Giza stared intently at the shield, uttering a few words with resentment:
"No! This is..."

“Yes!” The female warrior gripped her shield with her left hand and grinned proudly, “Allow me to introduce you…”

"Legendary Anti-Demon Armed Forces".

Sonia Sathere smiled and raised her right fist, slowly clenching it.

"The Shield of the Supreme!"

After speaking, to Giza's incredulous gaze, she slammed her fist down, striking the center of the gray shield.

"Boom!"

Giza roared, bursting forth with endless flesh and blood, which then turned to ashes and disappeared before their eyes.

My recent writing has been a bit off, so to ensure quality and the continuation of the plot, I'll be reducing the number of words I update each day (I won't be writing chapters like yesterday's 8000+ words anymore; I can't guarantee the quality, it makes me want to vomit, and I keep revising it). I'll be using that time to revise and reorganize the outline. As for whether subscriptions will decrease—who cares? I can't even write well, why should I care about subscriptions?

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