The Punishment Knight's attack was launched without warning, and his figure and the wind of the sword pressed forward!
Thales instinctively raised his sword to block, and with the sound of steel clashing, he shouldered the enemy's saber.
"clang!"
Sak'el's slashing angle was tricky and extremely sophisticated. Thales was struggling and felt his hand slip.
Fortunately, the silver-edged sword collected from Ricky did a great job. Its excellent feel and balance prevented Thales from losing his weapon at the first blow.
But the other party did not give the prince a chance to breathe. Sak'el immediately let go of his saber and leaned forward.
He formed a knife with his right palm and stabbed it straight into Thales' throat!
Thales raised his legs and retreated, trying to force the opponent back with the edge of his sword.
But he soon realized that he was wrong. The punishment knight's attack was much more than that.
"Boom!"
Thales, who was retreating, felt his front foot shake. He was tripped by the opponent, and the trajectory of the long sword was also distorted!
Damn it!
Unbalanced, Thales tried his best to twist his head in the opponent's palm!
Sak'el's nails barely scraped the prince's neck, causing a frightening sting.
But it's not over yet.
"Whoosh!"
The punishment knight attached his saber to his left hand, and used his backhand to shake off Thales' crooked sword edge, dragging out a string of sparks and hitting the prince's forehead!
Thales, who was falling to the ground, had no time to dodge and watched the blade attack before his eyes!
In the instant of the piercing wind of the sword, the sins of the Hell River surged onto his arm desperately.
The next moment, the prince in mid-air gritted his teeth and raised his elbow, pulling out a non-standard and weird "iron body pose", pressing his left elbow against the opponent's right arm, and using the opponent's strength to push himself away in the opposite direction!
"laugh!"
The blade made a strong wind sound, grazed Thales' scalp, and took away a small piece of skin.
thump!
Thales fell to the ground in pain.
He had no time to think about it, so he folded his arms and turned sideways, facing the opponent's heavy kick on the ground!
"Boom!"
The experience of being beaten during the beggar era and the Fallen Star's revenge in Longxiao City saved his life: Thales put his elbow in front of the vital parts of the chest and abdomen, shook with a bang, and rolled out.
Until he hit the wall.
This was the end of the first round of fighting.
Sak'el frowned and threw away the chipped saber, turning around to look for a new weapon.
Thales stood up tremblingly with the help of his long sword.
The young man was panting heavily, dripping with cold sweat, and his face was pale.
Damn it!
He bared his teeth and grinned, and the bones in his left arm were numb and trembling with pain, indicating the injury the prince had just suffered.
not only that.
Thales touched the blood marks on his neck and the missing scalp on his forehead, feeling a sharp pain.
Throat, forehead, waist and abdomen.
Just now, three times, he almost...
Thales looked at the other person, gritted his teeth with hatred, and was filled with fear.
In just over a second, the opponent slashed, stabbed, tripped, slashed, and kicked.
Saber, palm, leg.
Front, back, up, down.
At that moment, Thales even felt like he was being attacked by several people.
This is not the sudden change of Nicolai, nor is it the irresistible and unstoppable impact of Kingdom's Wrath, nor is it the head-on collision of the Burning Knight, nor is it the shocking moment in Yoder's deathly silence.
hit.
Instead, it was a deadly siege launched simultaneously between lightning and flint, with murderous intent everywhere and no blind spots left.
Thales took a breath, but shivered repeatedly. He only felt pain in his lungs. He didn't know whether it was the internal injury just now or the sequelae of the magic energy.
The prince twisted his face and looked at the punishment knight in disbelief.
In such an attack, let alone using the Fate Fold to counterattack, he couldn't even defend for one round!
If I hadn't developed excellent pressure resistance under the pressure attacks of the Fallen Stars for many years...
If I hadn't experienced the unrivaled power and desperate attacks of the orcs in the desert...
If he hadn't watched countless extremely decisive battles...
"Northland military swordsmanship, right?"
Thales was slightly startled.
Sak'el picked up a fighting ax from the ground, turned back and grinned:
"I remember that there is a set kept in the royal family's treasury. It is the 'Seven Three' version handed down from the empire, with seven sets of offensive styles and three sets of defensive styles."
Instead of the "Nine One" version inherited from the Knights Temple in the Tower of End.
A touch of nostalgia welled up in Sak'el's heart:
"When I was a punishment officer, Tony would occasionally come up with a few tricks to temper the restless rookies. It was very effective."
Thales looked solemnly at the rebel knight, thinking quickly about how to escape and protect himself.
Sak'el observed Thales and found that there was only fear and solemnity in the young man's eyes, but there was no fear or shrinkage.
His eyes glanced over the wounds on Thales' neck and scalp, his eyes showing approval.
Although there was only one face-to-face encounter, the Punishment Knight knew that his attacks had almost no mercy.
Four attacks, three killing moves, all fatal.
However, this child is far behind me in terms of size, strength, experience and skills...
Sak'el looked into Taylor's eyes.
Although it was extremely hasty and embarrassing...
But the kid still found a way to catch the attack and miraculously survived.
And, he stood up again.
This is no longer as simple as luck.
The punishment knight tried the fighting ax in his hand and thought to himself.
Look at his actions and reactions, it's like...
It's like he has long been accustomed to powerful enemies, accustomed to fighting fiercely at a disadvantage.
I am used to looking for a chance of survival in a duel that is bound to lose.
I am used to fighting with a sword under huge pressure.
I am used to struggling against the current and desperately trying to survive.
On the other side, Thales' hands were stained with blood, and he sadly discovered that his intention to enter "out of control" again would always be accompanied by severe pain in his chest.
Magical energy...it seems that there is no hope for it.
Thales thought, he had to find other ways, stood up with difficulty, and regained his posture.
Sak'el raised his eyebrows slightly.
Another example of Northland military swordsmanship.
It seems like he doesn’t know any other sword skills...
etc.
This reminded Sak'el of something, and he couldn't help but frown.
He looked at Thales again.
"Your actions..."
Sak'el narrowed his eyes.
As a prince of the Kingdom of Stars, he does not have any of the traditional fighting style of Stars.
On the contrary, this child's movements are simple and rough, with direct and clear goals. He neither sticks to finely formed moves, nor is he obsessed with fancy and tricky postures, nor does he have any creedal habits or stereotypes.
Every sword move, every step, and every movement he makes is more like the accumulation of experience and instinctive understanding of fighting or being beaten.
Coupled with that fighting habit of going against the odds...
Thinking of this, Sak'el suddenly understood.
I see.
"Exter." The knight said calmly.
Thales raised his eyebrows.
The punishment knight showed a complicated expression:
"Your fighting is Yankee style."
Those people believe in actual combat as their creed, despise training and moves, and believe that "all good soldiers are beaten out" are rough and reckless men.
Therefore, this child's excellent stress resistance and survival response in battle come from here.
I don't know what Sak'el thought, he chuckled:
"No wonder you are so beaten."
Thales' face turned dark.
Yankee...
Take the beating.
He thought of the Fallen Star.
That damn, annoying, "you owe me a girlfriend" dead face.
Take a beating?
Thinking of the endless bullying and abuse carried out by the other party in the name of training, Thales snorted in his heart.
forget it.
On the training ground, that dead face would only beat him again and again, never correct him, and rarely teach. If ridicule and sarcasm can be regarded as teaching, let alone teaching.
When Thales questioned him with strong arguments, the Meteor Man would always look like "you are a weakling who knows nothing".
Then continue to publicize private revenge.
The beating was even harder than last time.
pity.
Countless thoughts went through his mind in just a few seconds. The punishment knight looked at the young man and shook his head slightly.
He has already started.
If he grows older, becomes more proficient, and has more experience, he can go a step further, be reborn, and begin to learn to turn the slim chance between life and death into a chance of victory...
Thinking of this, Sak'el's face cast a shadow.
pity.
He's going to stop here.
He must die here.
This is the only way.
The next moment, the punishment knight raised his weapon again!
"Is that you?" Thales hissed.
"Traitor of the Royal Guard?"
Sak'el's ax struck a blow.
He looked at Thales with a cold look in his eyes.
"So when you wielded the sword against me, you had no regrets or hesitation," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:
"Because the vows you made to Samuel before were all farts?"
At that moment, Sak'el's figure swayed in the air!
Thales was shocked.
The punishment knight took a step back, covered his forehead fiercely, and closed his eyes in pain.
"Shut up!" Sak'el closed his eyes and growled.
At this moment, Thales didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to someone in 'another world'.
I saw Sak'el trembling:
"It will all be over soon."
"Finish……"
"No more... nightmares."
He gasped in pain.
After a few seconds, Sak'el regained his composure.
He slowly let go of his hand and looked at Thales coldly.
"Please be at ease, Your Highness."
The knight moved forward again, making Thales nervous again:
"After your misfortune, I will take full responsibility for the crime to console you for the injustice you suffered here."
His dull voice became sad and angry:
"And your secret will be buried here without damaging your reputation."
To console me for the injustice I suffered?
My reputation?
"So it's really you, isn't it?"
Seeing the sad and generous expression of 'for your own good', Thales sneered:
"A noble knight from the imperial era, Sak'el?"
But Sacher stopped answering and took a step forward.
After failing to communicate, Thales exhaled in frustration and opened the Iron Body pose again.
"Hey, you, stay away from that boy!"
A sudden shout broke the confrontation between the two.
Sak'el and Thales turned their heads.
I saw the owner of my tavern, Tampa, standing on the other side of the corridor, covering his newly bandaged arm, and said viciously:
"Didn't you see? If it hadn't been for him just now, we would all be here!"
The three rescued hostages noticed this.
Not far away, Marina had retrieved her swords and was looking at the two people confronting each other suspiciously.
Quick Rope blinked incomprehensibly, pointed at Sak'el, matched his movements with his mouth, and silently asked Thales: I thought... he was on your side?
Thales smiled with difficulty.
He was.
Now, he is probably more willing to kill me.
Sak'el snorted coldly and turned to the tavern owner.
There was a cold light in his eyes.
etc.
Thales' heart moved.
He remembered what the other party had just said.
【And your secret will be buried here without damaging your reputation.】
Buried like this...
That means……
"In the desert, you'd better respect your savior..."
Tampa continued. He gritted his teeth and said to Sakel, who looked restless:
"So you leave the child alone..."
But before he could finish speaking, Sak'el's eyes sharpened and he swung the axe!
"No!"
Thales subconsciously stretched out his hand and shouted:
"careful"
At that moment, Tampa only saw the man with the brand on his head spread his arms!
Amidst the howling wind, the fighting ax shot out with sharp lightning!
"call"
The wind is strong, heading straight to Tampa!
No, no, no!
Thales stared at the ax so hard that he almost broke his teeth.
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't react at all.
Until the wind of the ax hit his face, it was about to break open his forehead.
But the next second.
"call"
The sound of the ax echoed.
The fighting ax is acting strangely...
Disappeared.
The axe-wind that had no idea what to do swept across Tampa's forehead and blew up his hair.
The tavern owner trembled all over, then subconsciously raised his hands to block his eyes.
"boom!"
The sound of an ax hitting the wall was heard, bringing with it the sound of countless stone chips falling.
Sak'el frowned fiercely and looked to the other side.
There, Thales clutched his chest tightly and gasped in pain.
The fighting ax was currently stuck on the wall beside the prince, and the ax handle was shaking slightly.
"run……"
Thales stared at the stunned Tampa, feeling the sharp pain in his chest that was almost splitting after subconsciously using magic energy.
He lay prone on the ground and painfully squeezed out a few words to the hostages:
"Quick, run!"
"Split up..."
"run……"
On the other side, Kuaisheng stared blankly at the shaking axe, then looked at Sak'el, who was full of murderous aura, and looked at each other with Marina.
A second later, Tampa came to his senses.
"madman……"
He looked at Sak'el with shock and anger.
Tampa glanced at Thales, then turned around without hesitation and ran towards the darkness: "Hang on, Waiya or some other name, I'll go find helpers on the ground!"
"And you die here, madman!"
Tampa's curses grew quieter.
Sak'el watched Tampa's back go away and paused for several seconds.
Then he frowned and asked Thales: "Why."
"As long as I kill him here..."
He didn't say any more.
But Thales knew what he was going to say.
Just kill him here...
You will have less trouble.
If you can escape.
Thales climbed up to the sword in a daze, feeling as if someone was cutting his chest open.
The cost of forcibly using magic energy seems...
Very serious?
"No reason."
He gasped in pain, and every breath felt like torture.
"I just... From the drill to Ricky, and then to you, I just... I'm just fed up with you guys, always picking up knives to kill people..."
Thales raised his head and said with difficulty:
"Scumbag..."
Thacker frowned.
Thales turned his head and looked at the blood everywhere he left behind in his out-of-control state. He remembered the Swords of Disaster's enjoyment of killing and the Shield of Shadow's indifference to killing, and he suppressed the discomfort in his heart.
"If you disagree, kill."
Thales stood up unsteadily, waved his hands tremblingly, and signaled the rope to escape quickly.
"If you are slightly offended, kill. If you have conflicting goals, kill. Conflict of interest. Kill. For confidentiality. Kill." Thales sneered sarcastically:
"Including you, Sak'el, to right the wrong, kill."
The punishment knight's expression became a little ferocious, and the brand of sin on his forehead was revealed again.
"Kill, kill, kill, it seems that killing is the only way to solve the problem."
Thales hissed in pain and rubbed his chest desperately to relieve the severe pain.
He only felt that he was about to collapse under the dual effects of severe pain and anger:
"It seems that your whole life is an absurd drama staged for vampires. Only by resorting to violence, killing people decisively, and showing blood can you win applause and cheers and prove that you are the damn handsome murderer.
Only the decisive protagonist can win a longer and more popular stage career under the admiration of vampires."
Sak'el didn't speak, he just clenched his fists.
Thales tried his best to endure the pain and spoke out intermittently:
"Don't you know that depriving one's life and killing one's own kind is the most forced choice, the hardest burden to be relieved, and the last-minute choice..."
"Is it the most cowardly, most evasive, and most irresponsible answer when you encounter the ultimate problem that you think you can't solve? After you completely surrender to all possibilities in this world, is it the most cowardly and evasive answer?"
The quick rope did not leave, and he looked at the Star Prince with deep eyes.
Marina seemed to want to run away, but she finally stopped and looked at Thales blankly.
She suddenly remembered that day.
That day, she shivered and hid in the crowd in the distance, looking at the stage, her grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, grandmother...
Her brother, on the other hand, looked desperately at the thick rope around his neck...
Until the herald gives the order...
Marina closed her eyes.
Thales took a deep breath and felt that the pain in his chest was getting better. Then he wiped the sweat lightly and said with a sad smile:
"Even people who live in the desert know that blood-spiked lizards devouring their own kind is the most horrifying thing..."
At that moment, Sak'el seemed to have remembered something, and his face was filled with pain.
Thales sneered.
"Those who take the initiative to choose this path and are not ashamed of it are probably cowards who failed unless they were forced by circumstances."
"Because you are already helpless in this society and unable to deal with the relationship between people, because in the game of chess of life, you have failed to the point where you have no other choice but to overturn the chessboard directly."
Thales took a step forward with difficulty.
"Are you a coward?" He raised his sword and pointed it at his opponent:
"Sacher?"
Sak'el took a deep breath, his expression struggling.
But after a few seconds, he regained his composure.
This made Thales extremely afraid.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," the punishment knight's voice trembled slightly:
"But you, you must die here."
The words just fell.
"Boom!"
Thales's heart trembled when he saw Sak'el instantly kicking up a half-sword, grabbing it in his hand, and rushing towards him at high speed!
The prince roared angrily and forced himself to endure the pain and throw away the iron body pose.
He was about to come into close combat with Sak'el again.
If no one intervenes.
"clang!"
The loud sound of steel clashing!
Thales only felt a flash of his peripheral vision, and the figure of Quick Rope appeared beside him, hitting the punishment knight with a hammer!
Sak'el just hesitated slightly, and quickly turned his right hand holding the hammer with contempt in his heart.
The strength is good and he seems to be well trained.
He looked coldly with a ferocious expression on his face, and seemed to be trying his best to block his fast rope.
Just too stupid.
Rushing recklessly at this angle...
As long as he makes a few adjustments, it will be fine?
The next second, Thales was surprised to see that Kuai Rope, who was looking at death, suddenly changed his expression and raised his left hand!
Spilling a lot of dust?
Thales was stunned.
"Ahhh!"
The punishment knight was covered in dust.
He covered his eyes, roared and backed away, swiping the sword in his right hand back and forth, obviously extremely angry!
But Thales just stared blankly at the quick rope with a triumphant expression on his face and allowed him to pull him away.
Sprinkle, spread lime?
You obviously have great arm strength and can use a hammer so well, but you still want to...
Are you a prince or not...ah...it hurts...
Thales stopped thinking and covered his chest.
"Quick, quick, quick... let's..." Quick Rope threw the hammer at the Punishment Knight. He was too nervous to explain, and half supported and half pulled Thales to escape.
Until Sak'el's sword lay before their eyes again.
"Use the dust..."
Thacker put down his left hand, and Thales was surprised (unfortunately?) to see that his eyes were well protected by his left palm and were not stained with dust.
But the Punishment Knight has long since lost its previous grandeur and pathos, leaving only hatred and resentment:
"This is leftover stuff from when I was six years old!"
The punishment knight stabbed with his sword, full of anger!
Thales gritted his teeth, pushed away the fast rope that was unarmed to support him, and held the long sword.
But at this moment, there was a sound of wind behind Sak'el!
"clang!"
The punishment knight turned around and slashed away a flying torch!
Sparks flew everywhere, causing him to frown for a while.
After seeing clearly the person who came to help, Thales and Quick Rope were both shocked.
It's Marina.
I saw the female swordsman in red holding her own two swords and looking at Sak'el with hostility.
"Listen, my surname is Canxing." She gritted her teeth half hesitantly and half painfully:
"You saved me once."
She picked up something and threw it to Thales from a distance.
Thales hugged it hurriedly, and then realized that it was his confiscated luggage.
I don't know when Marina was recovered from the assassins' corpses.
"but now."
Marina looked solemnly at Sak'el in front of her and launched her offensive: "I don't owe you anything!"
Thales didn't react yet, he just stared blankly at the backpack in his arms until the quick rope pushed him.
"Escape quickly!"
The female swordsman left her last words, and without stopping, she stepped forward, drew out phantoms with her swords, and attacked with rapid swords!
Directly at the Punishment Knight!
"Ding, ding, ding..."
In two seconds, Sak'el was forced to take a step back.
Thales and Quick Rope, who were about to run away, were frightened for a while: Is she so powerful?
But the good times didn't last long. The next sword of the Punishment Knight was like a horse flying in the sky, but it hit Marina's left hand accurately in the phantom of the two swords!
Marina screamed in pain and let go of the sword in her left hand.
Thales felt sad.
"After the death of 'Heart in the Rain', double swords have long ceased to be popular."
The next second, Sak'el stretched out his left hand and grabbed Marina's right hand hard!
Her last sword fell to the ground.
"I was lucky enough to meet her once, and I wanted to challenge the legendary Heavy Rain Sword that breaks through all defenses."
Marina gritted her teeth and wanted to kick her opponent, but Sak'el didn't move and used his right elbow to push down her kick as if nothing was wrong!
Sak'el looked at the two swords on the ground, tutted and shook his head:
"But unfortunately, by that time she was already suffering from illness and was so weak that she couldn't even lift a cup."
Sak'el grabbed Marina's neck and lifted the struggling swordswoman into the air!
Seeing this, Thales became anxious:
"Now!"
When the fast rope on one side was still confused and didn't react, the air in this small world seemed to ripple slightly.
The next moment, a gray sword blade pierced out of the air mercilessly!
"Tsk"
Straight into Sak'el's back!
"Ahhh!"
Amid Sak'el's earth-shattering roar, Marina was violently thrown away by him and fell beside Thales.
The punishment knight, like a surging cheetah, quickly turned around and slashed out with one sword!
But it can only draw an arc in the air.
The gray sword blade was gone, and only the bleeding wound on Sak'el's back proved its existence.
Until another figure appeared in front of the knight, kicked his right leg straight, and hit Sak'el's chest firmly!
"Boom!"
The punishment knight screamed in pain and was thrown backwards, falling to the ground in a panic.
He fell into a mess of blood and ruins, stirring up countless dust.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly stretched out his hand, and together with the quick rope, helped Marina, who was seriously injured and exhausted, to stand up, and smiled at the figure who appeared.
"Ahhhhh"
In the dust, Sak'el hummed lowly, not knowing whether he was enduring pain or out of anger.
"ha."
The knight lay on the ground and said in a panic: "I have grown old and regressed over the years..."
"Or have you become stronger?"
A hoarse voice came from the other side, low and concise:
"Maybe both."
Sak'el laughed bitterly.
"So, he talks so much nonsense about whether to kill or not," Sak'el breathed out with emotion:
"Just to give you a chance?"
"What a tacit understanding."
He took two deep breaths, tensed his muscles, and slowly sat up.
Staring straight at the masked figure in front of him.
"You shouldn't have come back so early." Sak'el said coldly.
Opposite him, Yoder, who had left and returned, shook off the blood on the Supreme Sword and said hoarsely:
"I shouldn't have let you out."
The punishment knight and the masked guard looked at each other silently for three seconds.
Thacker smiled.
"Why can't you be smarter, boy," the knight sighed and stood up:
"Just leaving that child's side once..."
"Wait until he ends gracefully and then come back."
The wound on his back was no longer bleeding.
As Sak'el spoke, he looked at Thales who was in poor condition on the other side and narrowed his eyes.
Thales gave him a sneer, then nodded to Yoder.
Yoder also glanced at the prince in the distance and nodded slightly.
"I left him once."
The masked guard withdrew his gaze, spread his left foot, and raised the gray dagger in his backhand, preparing for battle.
His words were extremely firm:
"That was the last time."
His figure gradually disappeared, and his words dispersed like waves, echoing faintly.
Sak'el watched the dark purple mask dissipate in the air, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
"For the sake of the past, I don't want to hurt you, little Yoder."
"Don't force me."
In the air came Yodel's reply that was as precious as gold:
"Same feeling."
Thacker pursed his lips.
Thales looked at Yoder who disappeared and smiled.
Yoder didn't leave.
Just like he said.
He's always there.
Sacher was silent for a few seconds.
"You didn't ask me why I did it."
Sak'el glanced at Thales, raised his head and looked around, his face gloomy:
"So you also know, right."
"You already knew."
known long time ago.
There was no answer in the air.
Quick Rope winked at Thales and told them to leave quickly, but Thales just covered his chest and shook his head decisively.
No.
Wait a little longer.
if only……
A little while.
"But does King Kessel know?"
The Punishment Knight's voice suddenly rose, filled with a chill: "Does Lord Hansen know? Does Master Vitano know? Do the six guardian dukes know?"
"Does Xingchen know?"
Yodel was still speechless.
Sak'el picked up an ax and pointed it at Thales angrily:
"Do they know that the evil flower that was planted many years ago has already produced evil results?"
Thales was shocked!
Evil flower.
Bad consequences.
"What are you waiting for?" Marina pushed away Thales' arm and stared at him fiercely: "Why don't you leave and wait to die?"
Thales still shook his head, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the palms covering his chest tightened.
A little while longer...
Just fine!
"No, sir."
Yodel's hoarse and simple response filled the air:
"The only evil flower and evil fruit here..."
"only you."
The next moment, Sak'el roared again and stood up, rushing towards Thales!
Quick Rope and Marina were both shocked!
Almost at the same time, Yodel's figure appeared on his side!
"Walk!"
This is the briefest tip for Mask Guard.
Thales gritted his teeth.
In front of his eyes, Sak'el's unstoppable figure was getting closer and closer, and Yoder's gray dagger moved forward at great speed.
He released the hand that was pressing on his chest to relieve pain.
He knows what to do.
The next second, Thales raised his arms without warning. Amid the surprised expressions of the latter two, he went around the fast rope and Marina's neck, and put his arms around their shoulders!
He closed his eyes.
bring it on.
choose.
"boom!"
Sak'el's ax hit the ground hard!
Even one of the floor tiles was broken!
Stirring up countless stone chips.
Yodel came next and stabbed him in the left arm with a sword!
But Sak'el no longer has time to care about the masked guardian who is both an old friend and an enemy.
His eyes widened and he gritted his teeth.
I don’t know when it started…
In front of his eyes.
Thales, Quick Rope, Marina, the three desperate people.