Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 248 meets unexpectedly

This is the second corridor from the lounge to the Hall of Heroes, narrow but transparent.

From the White Blade Guard to the King's official, his decades of career have made him very familiar with the palace.

However, for Byn Myrke, from the roar of Nunn, he exiled him, from the time he was holding his daughter’s body, and from the heroic hall, the once-famous Palace of the Spirit became his A land of pain that is difficult to face in a lifetime.

As an unforgivable and irreparable sinner, returning to the Palace of the Spirit is like a long dream, far away.

So after a few hours, when Melk stood here again, he only felt that everything was like a dream.

But what does it matter?

Myrk clasped the handle of his waist and told himself that his heart had already died a part of it twelve years ago, and twelve years later he died another part.

And what he is doing now is nothing more than habit and instinct. When he received the call for Nilailai, he just convince himself.

Although he was prepared long ago, he asked himself no matter what the situation...

But when the enemy's figure really appeared from the shadow, Melk couldn't help but feel a shock.

It wasn't until this second that Melk knew that his heart had not completely died, and he still survived the last part.

It seems that now, this part is also going to die.

Looking at the familiar but strange enemy in front, Melk sighed.

There was a vague fight in the ear.

Myrk knew that in other parts of the court, the scattered hands of the people had already encountered the enemy.

Sure enough, as the star deputy expected - Melk sighed in the bottom of his heart: the enemy will not move to the public, but can send elite teams to intercept their invaders in all corners of the court, not to defeat the enemy, Blocking.

Consume their energy, trap their hands and cut their actions.

and so……

Melk looked up and looked at the figure that was not in front of him.

Before the official, he showed a smile.

I hope that the plan of the star person will work.

Myrk stepped forward.

"You know," Melk rubbed his dry lips, his voice was sore and sad. "When the White-Blade Guards rumored that the black sand collar's Chaman Rumba was rebelling, I kept convincing myself: This should be with you. Nothing."

"You won't be involved..."

"It can't be you..."

Melk looked sadly at the immaculate enemies, and even had a pleading in the incredible eyes: "Why..."

On the other side of the corridor, the silent enemy slowly lifted his footsteps and walked toward him, but did not answer.

As if the former Byrne Myrk is just a stranger.

At that moment, Melk’s look was more painful.

When they had only a few steps left, the enemy raised his gaze and stared at him coldly.

Myrk just looked back at him quietly, seemingly looking forward to what he was expecting.

Finally, the enemy slowly spoke.

"So, you become the king's official," the enemy's words seem to be stingy and ridiculous, and there are some unspeakable hatreds and disgusts: "I am congratulated, from a civilian to a white-bladed guard, and up. The king’s near minister..."

"Lord Bayon Myrk."

"How glorious, how dazzling."

If he was struck by lightning, he was stunned.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes gently.

The fighting sounds from other places in the ear were getting more and more fierce.

"I used to send people to Black Sand to find you," Melk's voice was full of complex emotions, and the tone was trembling: "They all said that you didn't want to come back..."

The enemy sneered: "But I am back."

"Take my sword!"

At the moment when the voice just fell, the enemy's weapon was unsheathed without any warning!

"Hey!"

The blade cuts through the air, and the chill is forced to collide with the other blade in the air!

"clang!"

The harsh metal sound echoed in the ears of the two.

Lord Myrk held his sword across the blade and the back of the knife, blocking the enemy's hands from the bottom up, and his face was painfully said: "Yes, you are back."

"Hey!"

The enemy's weapon was instantly taken away, and the force was retreating, but at the moment when Myrk tried to reverse the cross, a sword was cut to his wrist!

Myrk was shocked.

Years of instinct allowed him to reverse his wrist in time and step back!

With an ugly metal friction, his handle guards blocked the blade, and Melk avoided the fate of losing his wrist.

"You have become different," said Melk, glanced at the almost insecure knives and looked at the murderous enemies in front of him. His eyes were complex and subtle: "It is the tower of the end."

"You are not bad," the enemy slammed the sword and his face was cold: "It is not common to interrupt my moves."

Melk frowned and his heart became bitter.

This is……

Is your own destiny?

As the words of His Majesty, the mistakes made for him, the eternal redemption?

"Just you one? Others?" the enemy asked coldly.

Myrk sighed slightly and shook his head:

"They are where they are."

The enemy did not answer, just snorted, and immediately stepped forward and attacked a sword again!

Myrk clenched his teeth and relied on the experience and instinct of the battle.

"Hey!" The sword is in the same league.

This time, Myrk rushed to the other side's sword front before the opponent changed again, interrupting the other side's continuous moves and offensive rhythm.

In the enemy's screams, Myrk kept his feet and pushed the blade forward with the enemy. He asked the painful geology: "Why?"

"why are you……"

The enemy couldn’t stand back under the shock of Myrk, but when he stepped back to the sixth step, he calmly stepped on the ground.

The power of the end is in the body, the enemy holding the sword, and instantly slipping through the center of gravity on the edge of Myrk!

clang!

The blade smashed the knife and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.

"Ten years..."

"You have come to ask me why," At that moment, the enemy stared at Lord Byrne Myrk, his face full of anger and disdain: "Is it too late?"

Formerly engaged in the official opponent, the female end swordsman, Croy Meyer's hands pressed against the hilt, eyes red, biting out the strange and subtle words from the mouth:

"father!"

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At the same time, Rafael, who was around the arsenal, also heard the looming fighting around him - in this rough palace, the sound spread quickly.

But he did not stop to think about countermeasures, or rushed to the fight to help.

Because Rafael at the moment, only felt the deep chill and fear.

No matter how Raphael suppressed, his arms were still trembling, and even grotesque under the skin.

Just like a dangerous animal.

Raphael narrowed his eyes and stared at the corner in front: he heard the footsteps that came gradually.

His arms trembled more and more, the temperature of the flesh and blood under the skin increased, and the activity increased rapidly, as if the volcano erupted back and forth.

Raphael has hardly encountered such a situation since he reshaped his arm in endless pain and suffering.

Oh, only once.

Raphael’s eyes changed, and he remembered the scene two years ago.

At that time, he stood behind the Black Prophet with respect and waited for the call of His Majesty.

A short, murderous man walked out of his squatting room, and when he passed Raphael, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

At that time, his arm began to tremble for the first time.

Later, Raphael knew who the fierce man was.

Arak Mu.

Since then, Raphael knew that this was the arm's instinct and urged him to escape.

Escape from danger even if they work together.

But he can't go.

Raphael frowned.

Puttel's strategy is very simple.

They have an advantage over the enemy and the only advantage: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know their purpose.

and so……

Let this advantage be maintained until they succeed.

Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath and looked at the corner in front.

His arm trembles have reached the limit, so that they begin to be out of control, and Raphael even has to push the end of the force to force the increasingly violent arm.

Finally, the enemy came out from the corner.

Raphael’s eyes condensed.

He recognized the coming man - his portrait, which has been posted in the top 20 on the wall of the important figure in the secret "Exter Intelligence Room".

Raphael sighed.

It seems that I am the least lucky one.

and……

Raphael looked at the weapon on the other hand's hand, and the brow wrinkled tighter.

Unstoppable and powerful lethality.

Both will and reaction are top notch.

Proficient in most weapons use.

Rare battlefield judgment.

There is also the most terrible... almost unparalleled experience.

This kind of opponent...

The enemy stopped and the tall body was extremely stressful.

"Weird," came to see him, slogan with a strong Northern accent: "In this case, you dare to disperse the troops."

"Is it covering up?"

Raphael gave a slight glimpse.

He then spread his hands.

That being the case.

no solution anymore.

"Yeah, we are planning..." Raphael smiled and shrugged:

"you guess?"

The enemy is slightly over, and it seems that some are not used to Rafael’s attitude.

The enemy snorted and said: "I suggest you..."

But his words had not been finished yet, and Raphael suddenly turned around unexpectedly, facing his back and rushing toward him!

The footsteps rang.

This……

The enemy is only slightly stunned, but the instinct of the battle immediately prevailed.

He grabbed his weapon, stepped on a heavy but never clumsy footstep, and chased Raphael who tried to escape!

Raphael listened to the footsteps behind him and was shocked.

This speed will be caught up...

But he hasn't had time to think about it completely, and a chill comes from the back of the brain!

call.

The wind rushed.

Raphael's instinct is generally biased.

A black pointed blade swept from his left ear side!

When the youngsters of the Peruvian youth turned their heads, his enemies nodded and nodded.

A good crisis response.

Is a potential...

But the moment the enemy has not reacted, Rafael, who is avoiding the embarrassment, suddenly stops.

Boom!

The young man’s legs slammed on the ground, and his right hand took the enemy’s long weapon and turned around to face the enemy!

The enemies who were still rushing saw Rafael's eyes: it was a murderous gaze.

The enemy instantly understood: he was the prey that was targeted.

Look at him.

Originally thought to be just a young man with good potential.

but……

The enemy silently thought: I have not been on the battlefield for too long, so that I committed the most deadly mistake - arrogance.

But he has no time to reflect on himself.

next moment.

Raphael’s expression became terrible, as if he was suffering in pain and madness.

His right arm burst into a harsh and scary squeak, under the cracked sleeves, the bare skin began to swell, and the endless red light was emitted along the blood vessels!

Just like the color of lava.

Raphael’s right hand clasped the enemy’s weapon and slammed it along the enemy’s momentum!

The enemy hands hold their weapons and prepare to wrestle with each other.

But just as the enemy tried hard, he suddenly changed his face.

No, this power...

It can never be a normal person...

With a fierce friction, the enemy couldn’t hold the weapon, and Rafael’s strange right hand took the enemy’s blade empty-handed!

In the short-term horror of Raphael, the enemy lost his balance and slammed into the ground and rushed toward the opponent.

His left hand made the same horrible noise.

Just like thousands of bugs continue to bite.

In the next second, Rafael calmly left his elbow with his left hand, and the power of the end exploded, smashing to the enemy's chest!

The enemy did not know well, but for a time they could not escape. They only had their hands in the palm and held the other side of the sinister elbow.

"Boom!"

Heavy muffled sound.

By the reversal of the enemy and his own strength, Rafael roared, and the endless force on his arm was as strong as the waves!

"boom!"

The enemy greeted this elbow in front and was slammed on the ground.

The enemy felt the numbness and severe pain from the arm to the back, while marveling: the power of this end is...

But it is not over yet.

I saw Raphael’s right hand turning around in the air.

The enemy’s long-armed weapon has been turned over by him, and the sharp edge is aimed at the enemy on the ground!

The enemy's eyes are condensed and the pupils are miniature.

bad.

His arms are still numb.

No resistance and reaction.

And that weapon...

It’s terrible.

Are young people now so horrible?

The enemy missed the floor and thought about it.

At that moment, Rafael looked at the enemy on the ground, his eyes were extremely cold.

Sharp edged thorn!

As the millennium comes, the enemy launches the power of the legs and the abdomen, turning up from the ground!

He turned his body while turning, avoiding the deadly weapon.

"bass!"

The sharp edge plunged into the ground and brought countless gravel.

"Boom!"

The enemy in the air has a head squatting, and Rafael's head is in the middle!

It is clearly the head squatting from the ground, but the angle and strength are like the earth moving.

At that moment, Rafael only felt dizzy, and the feeling of tremor even spread throughout the body, and could not help but take a step back.

He clenched his weapon in his hand and did not fall to the ground.

But the next moment, the enemy stood firm.

The enemy's right boxing to Rafael's side face, the latter clenched his teeth, his arms tightened again, trying to grab the enemy's hand.

But the enemy's left hand is faster than the right fist, and instantly slams into a knife. Rafael raises his hand to resist the gap, bypassing his strange arms and printing it on Rafael's chest!

"Boom!"

Raphael’s heart was cold, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

In the next second, he could no longer grasp the enemy's blade, and the whole man flew out and fell to the ground.

The rabbit's fallen battle ended in an instant.

Separate the outcome.

"That's really... almost killed," the enemy finished this set of combos, took a thick breath and pulled his long weapon out of the ground. "It’s more dangerous than the last time."

The enemy looked at Raphael on the ground and muttered:

"It’s really rare to have such a young polar environment. What you lack is just tempering and familiarity."

A few seconds later, Rafael twitched and turned over, painfully spitting out a blood, his arms trembled in pain.

With his movements, Raphael's muscles and bones are like rusted bellows, making it sounds sour and sour.

But Rafael, regardless of his disregard, just looked at the enemy in front of him.

No.

That kind of killing...

Can't work?

"You have a lot of ideas, not just desperately."

The enemy licked his chest and exhaled a hard breath. It seemed to be very tired: "You observe it very accurately, and the timing is very good. The most rare thing is that the moment you surpass the load, the decisive and explosive power Resolute."

"Even if you know, maybe after this blow, you will have no power to fight back."

Rafael sighed and coughed up a blood in the chest and abdomen.

"Kroais said that this time, she has several of the classmates who have come to the end of the tower - all are seeds." The enemy is faintly authentic and has a tone of voice.

I really miss it.

The enemy took a deep breath.

Raphael couldn't help but glimpse.

The enemy sighed and looked up, and surely and resolutely looked at Raphael's eyes: "I recognize this style."

"This kind of extreme fighting style that seeks vitality in a desperate situation, cruel and decisive."

"And your swordsmanship - even though it is the sword of the disaster,"

In front of Rafael's eyes, the legendary commander of the White Blade Guard, "Sadland" Kaslan Lumba breathed a sigh of relief and looked down:

"You are the student of Shao - the seed of Tali's sin."

His tone is very positive.

Rafael looked at the old man slyly and didn't know how to react.

But Kaslan just grabbed his stun gun, with pity and pity, looking at Raphael, sighing faintly: "So, after the sin of the prison, the sorrowful and cruel guy, staring again This one?"

I saw Kaslan screaming with sarcasm and sigh.

He looked at Rafin's trembled hand and said it, but Rafael was shocked:

"The devils in the earth..."

"The kind of strange flesh that is infinitely proliferating?"

Charge 3600 words, the actual 4900 words, please call me live!

In other words, what kind of fan title do you want? I saw a day in the group before, and there was no result.

(I see "the untouchables" or "squatting people" is very good - serious face)

(End of this chapter)