This is the second corridor from the rest room to the Hall of Heroes. It is very narrow, but very transparent.
From being a member of the White Blade Guards to being an official of the King, his decades of career have made him extremely familiar with this palace.
However, for Byrne Michael, ever since King Nunn roared and exiled him, ever since he hugged his daughter's body and left in a trance from the Hall of Heroes, the Palace of Heroes that he once knew has become him.
A place of pain that is difficult to face throughout your life.
As an unforgivable and irreparable sinner, returning to the Palace of Heroes is like a long dream, out of reach for him.
So when Michael stood here again a few hours later, he just felt that everything was like a dream.
But what does it matter?
Michael grabbed the hilt of the knife at his waist and told himself that part of his heart had died twelve years ago, and another part had died twelve years later today.
And what he is doing now is just habit and instinct - this is what he convinced himself when he received the summoning order from Nicolai.
Although he had prepared himself long ago, he asked himself that no matter what the situation was, he could accept it...
But when the enemy's figure actually appeared from the shadows, Michael couldn't help but be shocked.
It wasn't until this second that Michael realized that his heart had not completely died, and the last part of his heart was still alive.
But now it seems that this part is also going to die.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar enemy in front of him, Michael sighed.
There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.
Michael knew that in other parts of the palace, their scattered men had already begun to encounter the enemy.
It was just as the deputy star envoy expected - Michael sighed secretly in his heart: The enemy would not engage in large-scale wars and mobilize troops, but they could send out elite squads to intercept their group of invaders in every corner of the palace. They did not seek to annihilate the enemy.
blocking.
Sap their energy, trap their hands, and curtail their movement.
so……
Michael raised his head and looked at the silent figure in front of him.
The former officer smiled wryly.
I hope the star man's plan works.
Michael took a step forward.
"You know," Michael rubbed his dry lips, with a heavy and sad voice, "When the White Blade Guards sent word that Charmaine Lombard of the Black Sand Territory was plotting a rebellion, I kept convincing myself: This should be with you.
It’s irrelevant.”
"You won't participate..."
"It can't be you..."
Michael looked sadly at the motionless enemy in front of him, with a look of disbelief and even a trace of begging: "Why..."
On the other side of the corridor, the silent enemy slowly raised his steps and walked towards him, but did not answer.
It was as if the Byrne Michael in front of me was just a stranger.
At that moment, Michael's expression became even more painful.
When they were only a few steps away, the enemy raised his eyes and stared at him coldly.
Michael just looked back at him quietly, seeming to be expecting something and also hesitating.
Finally, the enemy slowly spoke.
"So, you have become an officer of the king," the enemy's words seemed to be filled with sarcasm and ridicule, as well as a bit of unnoticeable hatred and disgust: "Congratulations, you have transformed from a commoner to a white-blade guard, and then to the rank of
The king's ministers..."
"Lord Byrne Michael."
"How glorious, how dazzling."
Michael's whole body shook as if struck by lightning.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes gently.
The sounds of fighting elsewhere came to my ears again, becoming more and more intense.
"I once sent people to look for you in the Black Sand Territory," Michael's voice was full of complex emotions and his tone was slightly trembling: "They all said back then that you didn't want to come back..."
The enemy sneered: "But I'm back."
"With my sword!"
The moment he finished speaking, the enemy's weapon was unsheathed without any warning!
"Qiang!"
The blade of the sword cut through the air, the chill was overwhelming, and it collided fiercely with another blade in the air!
"clang!"
The harsh metal sound echoed in their ears.
Lord Michael held his sword horizontally, pressed the handle and back of the sword, and blocked the enemy's hands from the bottom up. He said with a painful expression: "Yes, you are back."
"Whoa!"
The enemy's weapon was instantly withdrawn and he was about to retreat, but when Michael tried to reverse the attack, a sword slashed at his wrist!
Michael was shocked.
Years of instinct allowed him to twist his wrist in time and step back!
With an unpleasant and harsh sound of metal friction, his hilt guard deflected the blade, and Michael was able to avoid the fate of losing his wrist.
"You have become different too," Michael glanced solemnly at the knife-wielding hand who was almost injured, and then looked at the murderous enemy in front of him, his eyes complex and subtle: "It is indeed the Tower of the End."
"You're not bad either." The enemy swung his sword and said coldly, "It's not common for you to be able to interrupt my moves."
Michael frowned, feeling increasingly bitter in his heart.
This is……
My own destiny?
As His Majesty said, eternal life to atone for the mistakes he made?
"Are you the only one? Where are the others?" the enemy asked coldly.
Michael sighed slightly and shook his head:
"They're where they're supposed to be."
The enemy didn't answer, just snorted, then immediately stepped forward and struck again with his sword!
Michael gritted his teeth and relied on his combat experience and instinct to advance instead of retreating.
"Cang!" The swords clashed.
This time, Michael hit the opponent's sword before he changed his moves again, interrupting the opponent's continuous moves and attack rhythm.
Amid the enemy's surprise, Michael kept moving forward, pushing the blade forward along with the enemy, and asked painfully: "Why?"
"Why is that you……"
The enemy couldn't help but retreat under Michael's unprepared impact, but when he retreated to the sixth step, he stepped on the ground calmly.
The power of termination surged within the body, and the enemy held the sword in both hands, instantly sliding past the center of gravity of Michael's blade!
clang!
The blade of the sword caught the knife grid hard, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again.
"More than ten years..."
"Why did you come to ask me now?" At that moment, the enemy gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Byrne Michael in front of him, his expression full of anger and disdain: "Isn't it too late?"
The former officer's opponent, the female terminator swordsman, Chloe Melk pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with her hands, her eyes were red, and she bit out the strange and subtle word from her mouth:
"Father!"
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At the same time, Raphael, who was around the weapons depot, also heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from the surroundings - sounds traveled very quickly in this rough palace.
But he had no intention of stopping to think of countermeasures or rushing to the fighting place to help.
Because at this moment, Raphael only felt a deep chill and fear.
No matter how hard Raphael suppressed it, his arms were still shaking, and there was even a strange rustling sound under his skin.
Like an animal that feels threatened.
Raphael narrowed his eyes and stared at the corner ahead: he heard the footsteps gradually approaching.
However, his arms were trembling more and more violently, and the temperature of the flesh and blood under his skin increased rapidly, and its activity increased rapidly, surging back and forth like an erupting volcano.
Since reshaping his arm in endless pain and torture, Raphael has almost never encountered such a situation.
Oh, just once.
Raphael's eyes moved, and he remembered a scene from two years ago.
At that time, he stood respectfully behind the Black Prophet, waiting for His Majesty's summons.
A short, stout and murderous man walked out of His Majesty's audience room. When he passed by Raphael, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.
That's when his arms began to tremble for the first time.
Afterwards, Raphael knew who the man with a ferocious expression was.
Alaka Mu.
From then on, Raphael knew that this was the instinct of his arms, urging him to escape.
Escape from a danger that neither of them can withstand even if they work together.
But he can't leave.
Raphael frowned.
Putilai's strategy is very simple.
They have one more advantage than their enemies, and this is their only advantage: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know their purpose.
so……
Let this advantage last until they succeed.
Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath with complicated emotions and looked around the corner ahead.
The trembling of his arms had reached such an extreme level that it began to become uncontrollable. Raphael even had to activate the power of termination to forcibly suppress the increasingly violent arms.
Finally, the enemy came out from around the corner.
Raphael's eyes narrowed.
He recognized the person—his portrait had been posted among the top twenty figures on the wall of important figures in the secret department's "Exter Intelligence Room."
Raphael sighed.
It seems that I am the unluckiest one.
and……
Raphael looked at the weapon in the opponent's hand and frowned more and more.
Unstoppable and powerful lethality.
His willpower and reflexes are both top notch.
Proficient in using most weapons.
Rare battlefield judgment.
And the scariest thing... an almost unparalleled wealth of experience.
This kind of opponent...
The enemy stopped, his tall body extremely oppressive.
"It's strange," the visitor looked at him and spoke in common language with a strong Northland accent: "Under such circumstances, you still dare to disperse your troops."
"Are you covering something up?"
Raphael was slightly startled.
He immediately spread his hands.
That being the case.
no solution anymore.
"Yes, we are planning..." Raphael showed a relaxed smile and shrugged:
"you guess?"
The enemy paused for a moment, as if he was not used to Raphael's attitude.
The enemy pondered and said: "I suggest you..."
But before he finished speaking, Raphael suddenly turned around unexpectedly, turned his back to him, and ran quickly behind him!
Footsteps sounded quickly.
this……
The enemy was only slightly stunned, but his fighting instinct immediately took over.
He grabbed his weapon, took heavy but not clumsy steps, and chased Raphael who was trying to escape!
Raphael was startled when he heard the footsteps behind him.
At this speed, we will be caught up...
But before he could think about it completely, a chill hit him from the back of his head!
call.
The wind blew quickly.
Raphael tilted his head instinctively.
A black sharp blade passed by his left ear!
The moment the secret young man tilted his head, his enemy nodded approvingly.
Not a bad crisis response.
He has potential...
But before the enemy could react, Raphael, who was evading in a panic, suddenly stopped.
Boom!
The young man's legs hit the ground. He put his right hand on the enemy's long weapon and turned around to face the enemy!
The enemy who was still charging forward saw Raphael's eyes clearly: they were eyes filled with murderous intent.
The enemy instantly understood: he was the prey being targeted.
I underestimated him.
I originally thought he was just a young man with good potential.
but……
The enemy thought silently: It had been so long since he had been on the battlefield that he had committed the most fatal mistake - arrogance.
But he had no time to reflect on himself.
next moment.
Raphael's expression became extremely terrifying, as if he was suffering from pain and madness.
A harsh and frightening rustling sound erupted from his right arm. Under the torn sleeve, the exposed skin began to swell, emitting endless red light along the blood vessels!
Like the color of lava.
Raphael grabbed the enemy's weapon with his right hand, followed the enemy's momentum, and pulled it suddenly!
The enemy holds his own weapon with both hands, preparing to wrestle with the opponent.
But the moment the enemy exerted his strength, his expression suddenly changed.
No, this strength...
There is no way he is a normal person...
With a sharp friction sound, the enemy was unable to hold the weapon, and Raphael's weird right hand snatched the weapon away with his bare hands!
When the enemy lost his balance and fell to Raphael in brief shock, the latter coldly stepped on the ground and rushed towards his opponent.
His left hand made the same horrifying rustling sound.
It's like thousands of tiny insects gnawing incessantly.
The next second, Raphael calmly raised his left elbow, and the finishing power exploded, hitting the enemy's chest!
The enemy knew that something was wrong, but was unable to dodge for a moment. He could only use his hands to form palms and support the opponent's dangerous elbow from the front.
"Boom!"
A heavy muffled sound.
Taking advantage of the enemy's fall and his own strength, Raphael roared angrily, and the continuous strength on his arm increased like a surging wave!
"boom!"
The enemy received this elbow head-on and was knocked to the ground.
While feeling the numbness and severe pain from his arms to his back, the enemy exclaimed: This kind of finishing power is...
But it's not over yet.
I saw Raphael's right hand spinning around in the air.
The enemy's long weapon has been turned upside down by him, and the sharp blade is pointed at the enemy on the ground!
The enemy's eyes narrowed and his pupils shrank.
Oops.
His arm is still numb.
There is no way to resist or react.
And that weapon...
It's really fatal.
Are all young people today so scary?
The enemy thought in despair.
At that moment, Raphael looked at the enemy on the ground with extremely cold eyes.
Stab with sharp blade!
At the critical moment, the enemy used the power of his legs and abdomen to flip up from the ground!
He turned his body while flipping up, avoiding the deadly weapon.
"bass!"
The sharp blade pierced the ground hard, bringing up countless gravel.
"Boom!"
The enemy in the air hit Raphael on the head with a headbutt!
It was obviously a headbutt lifted from the ground, but the angle and force seemed to shake the heaven and the earth.
At that moment, Raphael felt dizzy and trembling even spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
He tightly clenched the weapon in his hand to prevent him from falling to the ground upside down.
But the next moment, the enemy stood firm.
The enemy's right fist hit the side of Raphael's face. The latter gritted his teeth and tightened his arms again, trying to grab the enemy's hand.
But the enemy's left hand was faster than his right fist. In an instant, he twisted his fingers into a knife. In the gap when Raphael raised his hand to resist, he bypassed a pair of his strange arms and forcefully stamped on Raphael's chest!
"Boom!"
Raphael felt a chill in his heart, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The next second, he could no longer hold the enemy's weapon, and he flew out and fell to the ground.
The battle between the rabbit and the falcon ended in an instant.
Decide the winner.
"It's really... almost fatal." After the enemy finished this set of combos, he breathed heavily and pulled his long weapon out of the ground. "It's even more dangerous than the last time."
The enemy looked at Raphael on the ground and murmured:
"It's really rare to be in the extreme state at such a young age - what you lack is just training and familiarity."
A few seconds later, Raphael turned over convulsively, spitting out a mouthful of blood in pain, and his arms were shaking in severe pain.
As he moved, the muscles and bones of Raphael's body were like rusty bellows, making an unpleasant and sour friction sound.
But Raphael ignored it and just stared at the enemy in front of him.
Nope.
Such a killing move...
None of them work?
"You are very thoughtful, not just desperate."
The enemy beat his chest and exhaled with difficulty, as if he was very tired: "You observed it very accurately and chose your timing very well. The most rare thing is the decisiveness and courage to overcome the load in an instant and burst out with all your strength.
Determined.”
"Even if you know, you may not be able to fight back after this blow."
Raphael sighed, and coughed up a mouthful of blood amid severe pain in his chest and abdomen.
"Kloeich said that this time, several of her classmates from the Terminator Tower came - they are all seeds." The enemy said calmly, with a gloomy tone.
I really miss it.
The enemy took a deep breath.
Raphael couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The enemy calmed down, raised his head, and looked into Raphael's eyes firmly and resolutely: "I recognize this style."
"This kind of extreme fighting style that seeks survival in desperate situations, cruel and decisive."
"And your sword-washing sword-even though it's the Sword of Disaster thing,"
In front of Raphael's eyes, the legendary commander of the White Blade Guards, Kaslan "Shaker of the Earth" Lumba, exhaled with a lonely look:
"You are Shao's student - the seed of the 'Sin Shang' lineage in the tower."
His tone was very certain.
Raphael looked at the old man blankly, not knowing how to react.
But Kaslan just grabbed his soul-killing gun, looked at Raphael with pity and pity, and sighed faintly: "So, after the crime of Hell River, that compassionate and cruel guy is targeting him again.
Got this?"
Kaslan smiled bitterly, with mockery and regret.
He looked at Raphael's trembling hands, and what he said shocked Raphael:
"Underground demons..."
"That kind of weird flesh and blood that proliferates indefinitely?"