Thales had never seen Jala's blades so furious and so threatening.
He could vaguely feel that the two Wolf Limb Blades contained a suffocating pressure at this moment.
Ralf gathered all his strength and crossed the two hidden blades in front of his chest. He retreated quickly.
The female bartender charged forward with even more ferocity. In the blink of an eye, she swung her blades like lightning.
Their figures moved in sync as if they were dancing, but they were far from being elegant and civilized. Ralf's hidden blades turned into shadows and met Jala's sword-wielding arms in an instant.
* Clang clang clang! *
The sounds of weapons clashing were endless.
The hidden blade blocked Ralf's twin blades countless times.
The blades also blocked Jala's hidden blades countless times!
Both of them moved with extreme speed. The signboards and shop fronts on the street flashed past quickly. Both of them seemed to be in a state of stillness as they focused on dismantling each other's moves.
Thales could not take his eyes off them. He almost forgot to breathe.
However, the offensive and defensive stances were very obvious. Jala's dual blades were attacking her opponent's vital points, while Ralf's hidden blades were only used to block her opponent's attacks.
One was attacking while the other was defending, but it was a competition of speed and dexterity.
However, the next time the sound of metal clashing could be heard, the Wolf Limb Blade in Jala's left hand suddenly exploded with a thunderous sound, as if a ripple had formed in the air. It bounced off Ralf's sword that was trying to block it!
Jala's unexpected trump card shocked Ralf.
One wrong move led to many wrong moves.
The failure of this blade gave Ralf no time to pull back his other blade. His chest was exposed to Jala's left blade!
* Slash! *
This was the sound of the Wolf Limb Blade cutting through his clothes and chest.
At the moment of life and death, Ralf did not hesitate to activate his psionic ability.
The Phantom Wind Follower did not live up to his name. He pursed his lips, and the tattoo on his face shone with a faint white light. A violent whirlwind formed between the two of them, blowing Jala and himself in different directions!
Ralf stepped on the ground and used the wind to leap into the air, leaving only a few traces of blood on the ground.
The female bartender was forced to stop in her tracks. She retracted her arms and adjusted her body to adapt to the sudden gust of wind. The momentum of her twin blades was also broken.
Thales did not directly feel the gust of wind from afar, but it did not affect his judgment. Both of them were affected by the wind at the same time. Ralf flew backwards, while Jala's footsteps were blocked.
The wind did not stop. Instead, it continued to grow stronger. Ralf's figure was like a kite, floating in the air. The light of the tattoo on his face became more and more dazzling.
The female bartender had no choice but to bend her knees to resist the increasingly strong wind. At the same time, she took the opportunity to recover her strength.
Ralf was no longer smiling mischievously. The pain in his chest made him fearful. The little girl in front of him was troublesome to deal with. She was probably no less than any of the Thirteen Generals of the Brotherhood.
Recalling the aura of the two sabers earlier, the Phantom Wind Follower was determined not to give her another chance to turn the tables.
Fortunately, her attack had consumed a lot of energy.
The Phantom Wind Follower's face turned cold. He flipped his hands and two hidden blades appeared beside him.
The wind picked up.
Under the cover of the strong wind, Ralf once again revealed his ghostly figure.
The next moment, Ralf appeared above Jala's head!
Jala gritted her teeth and immediately swung her saber to block.
* Clang! *
However, Ralf retreated after one strike. His figure disappeared into the distance like a gust of wind, not giving Jala any chance to counterattack or form a chain of attacks.
* Clang! *
Ralf's hidden blades appeared again. This time, they were aimed at Jala's lower left side. Similarly, when he missed his attack, he flew backwards!
"As long as I can interrupt your sudden attack and continuous attacks, the Charleton Family's famous assassination blade for centuries will no longer be effective."
Ralf's voice came from the wind again.
Jala resisted her opponent's guerrilla attacks with difficulty. The strong wind that attacked her from time to time forced her to expend a lot of energy to maintain her body's movements. At the same time, she had to predict Ralf's next attack direction.
Thales, who was watching the battle, became nervous. 'What should I do?'
Ralf's feminine voice rose again.
"However, as long as you tell me why the Charleton Family is lurking in the Brotherhood, perhaps we can sit down and have a talk?"
Jala's expression turned solemn. She actually closed her eyes at that moment.
She seemed to have made a decision.
She held the two sabers upside down and fiercely stabbed the blades into the mud bricks under her feet.
Ralf's hidden blades appeared again. They were still above her head!
However, this time, Jala turned around on the spot. The two sabers stabbed into the ground abruptly followed her arms and spun in a circle!
* Boom! *
With a thunderous sound, Jala sent the dirt and stones on the ground flying several meters into the air!
The flying dirt and stones blocked Ralf's line of sight.
The glint of the sabers flashed faintly in the dirt and stones!
Ralf roared angrily and retreated. The tattoo on his face shone even brighter. The strong wind in the air suddenly sped up, stirring up a terrifying force that blew the dirt and stones in all directions!
In the strong wind, dirt and stones flew in all directions!
At that moment, Thales, who had half his head peeked out from a hidden spot and was engrossed in watching the battle, suddenly heard a hoarse and indistinguishable voice.
"Lower your head."
Thales did not even have time to be stunned. He instinctively lowered his head.
* Whoosh! *
Dirt and stones flew from the center of the battle and quickly flew over Thales' head!
A few pieces of dirt and stones hit the side door of the shop behind Thales, making a dent in the wooden door!
Thales looked at the door behind him and patted his chest while cold sweat dripped down his back. If only he had not lowered his head just now …
However, before he could react, a slender and valiant figure appeared in his hiding spot.
"Hurry up and leave."
Thales was a little dumbfounded.
The Jala in front of him was definitely not "good". The originally valiant and valiant bartender now looked tired. She panted slightly, and her left arm was actually trembling slightly.
"He found my weakness. If I can't form a continuous attack, I can't beat him."
The bartender put her arm on Thales' shoulder and revealed an ugly smile.
"If this goes on, you will be discovered sooner or later. I will lure him away, and you will leave alone!"
"Walk along the alley on the left with your body lowered. Use the black cloth to cover your breath. If you encounter any sound, immediately turn around and change paths."
"The Brotherhood did not attack too deep. Once we pass the center of Red Street Market, there will be fewer and fewer people."
"Brat, even if you are alone, you have to survive!"
Thales stared blankly at the bartender who suddenly said goodbye.
Until her figure shot out and faced the center of the strong wind outside the street.
Thales subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab her back.
Jala.
The prince listened to the sounds of fighting in the distance. The dog meat in Sunset Pub's kitchen that night appeared in his mind.
"Eat slowly! Brat, I was the one who took down this dog! "
"So what if you're a bartender? I, Jala Sa — I, Jala, am a trained bartender! "
"I can't give you this dog leg! You can't bite it! "
'Goodbye.
Sister Jala.
'Goodbye.
jc。
Thales turned around resolutely and headed into the depths of Red Street Market.
'I have to survive. I still owe Jala a favor.'
The sounds of fighting behind him grew further and further away.
It was a messy battlefield.
Kohen leaned on his sword and held the wall to his left as he knelt and coughed violently.
The police officer's chest was dripping blood.
His left rib was pierced and his lungs were damaged. The wound almost reached his heart.
Moreover, the enemy's violent Power of Eradication was still lingering around his wound.
Even the Power of Eradication that Kohen was so proud of, the Glory of the Stars, could not withstand it.
As for his enemy, Kohen, he raised his head and looked at the swordsman in red and black, whose expression did not change.
The red-black swordsman's left shoulder armor had been pierced by Kohen's Glare sword. His shoulder was also bleeding. His left chin and the left side of his neck were also slashed.
But it was far better than Kohen's situation.
At the moment when the two swords were about to pierce each other, the two of them displayed completely different combat qualities.
Kohen activated a part of the Glory of the Stars and condensed it into a Star Shield to protect his heart. He deflected the fatal sword that was aimed at his vital point and then thrust the sword in his hand with all his might.
On the other hand, the red-black swordsman did not care about the silver-white sword that was aimed at his throat. Instead, at the moment when the sword was about to touch his body, he calmly and even more crazily thrust the sword in his hand. He was faster than Kohen by a notch and thrust the sword into his opponent's rib cage.
Then, while Kohen's longsword trembled, he lowered his head and avoided the vital point on his throat. He only left a scratch on his chin and the side of his neck. Then, he allowed Kohen to pierce through his shoulder armor while he pushed the sword in his hand deeper.
The difference between the two was obvious.
"You are an outstanding swordsman," the red-black swordsman suddenly said.
"When faced with a sword like that, many people would avoid its sharp edge and then try to counterattack.
"But you insisted on thrusting that sword."
"As for the act of condensing a defense, it was taught to you by the army, right? “
Kohen coughed up a mouthful of blood and chuckled. "A veteran once told me that on the battlefield, you must have a life-saving move. Only then can you live longer than the enemy and be less injured than the enemy."
The red-black swordsman was silent for a while before he chuckled. "He must have never been in a suicide squad before."
Kohen panted and frowned. "The suicide squad that charged at the Barren Bone people and orcs on the Western Front — you've done it before?"
The swordsman nodded.
"Three times."
"Which guard?"
"Skull Guards, the seventeenth suicide squad."
"Fakenhaz's suicide squad, three times? Looks like you've offended someone important. "
"What about you, police officer?"
"Raven Guards, Second Commando."
"'Thunderbolt Raven'? Second Commando? Hmph, I was wondering why Karabeyan sounded so familiar. Looks like he's a noble. "
Kohen spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly.
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, does the Chaka wine before the charge taste good? Father never let me drink it."
"It tastes terrible. Damn quartermaster, he even embezzles the wine of the dead. "
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
The conversation between the two suddenly stopped.
The red-black swordsman put away his madness and violence, and Kohen put away his helplessness and panting.
"Groudon Reimer, Skull Guards, the seventeenth suicide squad, swordsman and shieldman," he said. "That's my name. It's an honor to fight against you, sir."
"Kohen Karabeyan, Raven Guards, Second Commando, combat captain." The police officer smiled bitterly. "This honor is mine, uh, sir gangster?"
The two stared at each other solemnly and seriously.
On Kohen's sword, the Glory of Stars flickered.
The red-black swordsman Groudon's right arm surged with violent power, piercing his veins and making them bulge.
The final strike that would determine life and death — this was the moment that belonged to the Swordsmen of Eradication.
Glorious, sacred, and inviolable.
But in the next moment, the two's expressions changed abruptly!
Suddenly, the sound of howling wind came from next door.
A slender and valiant figure, holding a pair of swords, flipped from the air and landed on the street!
'This distance should be enough.'
The female bartender panted and looked at the two, one kneeling and the other standing.
Until she saw what Kohen was wearing.
'I hope that brat can — Huh? The kingdom's police officer?
'This is a gang war. Why is the cop here?'
Kohen and Groudon looked at her in bewilderment as well.
'Is he from another gang?' Kohen thought. 'I hope he's not from the Blood Bottle Gang.'
'I don't think I've heard His Lordship mention this woman,' Groudon thought. 'Is she a pawn from the outside?'
"You can't run! Bartender's sister. "
The sound of the howling wind was accompanied by a feminine voice. Ralf appeared at the corner of the street. He saw the two swordsmen as well.
"Groudon? You should be guarding His Lordship. "Ralf frowned and said," Why are you here, with a cop? "
'Very well,' Kohen thought. He then turned to the female bartender. 'Since this woman is the opponent of my enemy, she should not be from the Blood Bottle Gang.'
"Focus on cleaning up your rats." Groudon, the red-black swordsman, said coldly. He seemed to not want to talk to Ralf. "I will do my job."
Groudon finished speaking and raised his sword coldly at Kohen.
Kohen slowly stood up, clenched his teeth, and held his silver sword horizontally across his chest.
Ralf curled his lips. The wind beside him continued to blow.
Jala took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and adjusted her angle.
All four of them understood the situation on the battlefield.
Two from the Blood Bottle Gang, one from the Brotherhood, and one cop — oh, it was a police officer.
In the next moment, all four of them moved!
Groudon's longsword flashed with a red light as it mercilessly chased after Kohen's heart!
Kohen's face turned pale. He faced Groudon and drew a sword ring with his longsword.
Ralf's figure disappeared again, but the sound of the wind rushed towards Jala!
Jala's figure burst forward. Her twin blades sliced through the air as she advanced, but unexpectedly, she rushed towards —
Kohen!
Thales carefully covered his face with the black cloth. He hid his breathing as he ran, avoiding the two elite thugs who were fighting to the death.
In the crowd, a figure who was nearly two meters tall stood out. Wherever his iron fist went, the Blood Bottle Gang member with the red bandana would be sent flying.
It was probably one of the elites from the Brotherhood. Thales did not know if it was one of the Thirteen Generals or the Six Powerhouses.
In any case, it could not be one of the Three Legendary Assassins.
But Thales just quietly went around them.
This was not his battle.
He wanted to escape.
For himself, and for Jala.
For the child beggar in the Sixth House.
When Thales turned a corner, he ran into an air barrier.
At that time, he did not know that this was the famous "Air Wall" among the elites.
He smashed the barrier in annoyance.
'Damn Mystics.'
'I have to go around again.'
'I hope I won't run into anyone.'
When he thought of someone, Thales could not help but think of the voice that reminded him to 'lower his head'.
He thought it was Jala. After all, the latter had immediately appeared in front of him.
But he later realized that it could not be Jala's voice.
It was a hoarse voice that was difficult to distinguish.
Jala, Ralf, and himself were not the only ones present.
That was the fourth person.
Thales' scalp tightened. He suddenly thought of something. If the person who reminded him to lower his head was the fourth person present …
Then why did Jala and Ralf not notice anything?
Jala had clearly appeared in front of Thales the moment the rocks and soil shot out.
Without a doubt, Thales concluded that his strength was more terrifying than Jala and Ralf's.
'But since he has no hostility towards me, why didn't he help me?'
* Bang! * Thales ran into another invisible barrier.
He patted his head in frustration.
'There are more and more of these things. Don't they cost money and MP?!'
Thales turned in another direction and ran forward.
* Bang! *
'Another barrier!'
This time, Thales did not manage to stop. He fell to the ground and knocked his left forehead against the corner of the house beside him.
Thales grimaced in pain as he rubbed his broken head. He raised his bleeding head and looked in front of him.
'Something's not right.'
He was at a crossroads. Although it was dark around him, according to his memory, he was probably near the center of Red Street Market.
Even the sounds of fighting gradually faded away.
Thales moved gently towards the other three directions and extended his hand.
Then, he touched two barriers in two directions not far away.
Thales was shocked.
'It really has the strangeness and hints of a horror movie.'
The prince was silent for a while before he turned to the only direction without a barrier.
He silently extended his hand. As expected, this time, he walked continuously for more than ten meters without any obstruction.
Thales' heart sank.
'I didn't expect this. I've already walked this far.'
'Sigh.
'Fate, fate, you're such a b * tch.'
He abruptly swung his right hand that was covering his forehead, allowing the blood to drip onto the ground.
The transmigrator resolutely took a dozen more steps on the empty street until he approached a house.
In the middle of the house was a large wooden door that was ajar.
Thales raised his head. There was a large signboard on the door. The illiterate prince could barely recognize one word. It was because he used to beg at Black Gold Casino.
That word was:
'Chess Cards.'
Thales turned around and looked in the other three directions. He remembered the pain of his bleeding forehead.
'Is there no other way?'
"This invitation was sent in such a crude manner," Thales muttered.
But he still sighed and stopped hesitating. He pushed open the half-closed door and walked into the chess room in the center of Red Street Market.
The room was dark. There was only a little light in the distance, like an old-fashioned candle.
'How good at creating an atmosphere.'
"Welcome to my amusement park, my little friend."
As he walked past the chess tables (and even bumped into many of them), Thales heard a cheerful and relaxed voice.
"I am Asda Sakern. My peers are used to calling me the Air Mystic."
A long time passed.
Thales used all the strength he had in two lifetimes to calm the panic in his heart.
In the darkness before him, there was only a flickering candle flame. It was the entrance to the cellar of the chess room.
Thales took a deep breath and walked down the cellar. He held his breath and tried to calm his wildly beating heart.
In front of him, a handsome man with long dark brown hair and dressed in blue sat beside a long table. He smiled and nodded at him.
"As for the invitation, I will pay attention to it next time."
Sunset Temple, Inner Altar.
The gray-haired middle-aged noble could not hide the excitement in his heart. In front of him, the flame of the lamp on the altar that carried the kingdom's future was growing bigger and redder.
He picked up the lamp and strode out of the inner altar of the temple.
The elderly priestess behind him was shocked. She wanted to stop him, but she immediately thought of something. Her hand froze in midair.
The priestess sighed. She watched the noble walk away and slowly sat down.
After a while, the elderly priestess summoned the sleepy intern Niah.
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