Ever since Asda's disappearance, the boy had yet to truly test his power of 'losing control'.
He did not know how the Mystics controlled it. He did not even understand that thing at all. He could only simulate a scenario that was most similar to the experience of 'losing control' based on his previous induction and inference. Then, he tried to use it.
In Thales' plan, this power was supposed to be something he could explore and research in secret and safely after he had more or less understood the origins of 'mystic energy' and 'Mystics' from Gilbert's lessons in a peaceful and safe environment. After he had considered the reactions of the people around him towards him 'losing control', he would then start to explore and research this power step by step in an orderly manner.
However, the impending disaster before his eyes and Ralf's miserable state, where he could neither live nor die, made him decide to bring forward this potentially dangerous' mystic energy experiment '.
The first two times he 'lost control', he used blood as a medium, the dagger as a material object, and the mysterious sphere as energy inexplicably moved before his eyes. So, his initial guess was that the power had something to do with spatial transference.
'I just need to transfer the lock of the stone lock to my hand,' Thales thought in his heart.
The process of the experiment was simpler than he had imagined.
The burning sensation in his body grew stronger, the stone lock grew bigger, and more scenes appeared in his mind.
Then, Thales lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the moonlight, heard the wind, felt the cold, and saw the Blood Clansmen on the ground, who were extremely shocked.
He was already in Ralf's arms, and the ground beneath his feet was gradually drifting further and further away.
'Even though the process is a little strange,' Thales thought wearily. 'It looks like the experiment is a success.'
Although Ralf was in a sorry state and in pain, he had already freed himself from the burden of the heavy shackles. He forcefully controlled the wind and floated upwards.
At that moment, no one was more shocked than Chris.
"How is this possible …"
The old Blood Clansman mumbled with lifeless eyes.
Istrone and Rolana were still young.
Therefore, only he knew that the 'Night Wing Lock' used to lock the supra class elite in the dungeon was a secret treasure passed down in the Corleone Family for nearly a thousand years. It was a torture tool exclusive to the Blood Clan's Duke, and could only be opened with the blood of the person who was locked.
It was used to trap supreme class elites!
It was originally prepared to prevent Her Highness from going berserk when her mind was in a muddled state. After Her Highness' condition stabilized, it was used on the transcendent blood source.
Even the most advanced magic gun in the world could not break the shackles!
How did they open it?
Before he was heavily injured, Ralf was the darling of the wind. He could even lie down ten meters in the air with his limbs facing the sky for five minutes under the effect of the wind.
But now, with much of his blood drained, he was extremely weak. He was tired and thirsty. The sudden loss of his legs also affected his balance. The sharp pain in his throat distracted his energy. Most of the superpower he was proud of had to be used to maintain the 'breathing' from his throat to his lungs.
He knew that he had no chance of winning against the three Blood Clansmen, and he also knew that Thales seemed to have activated a backup plan of convenience. So, after Ralf broke free from the chains, he only wanted to continuously use the wind to rise to a height that they could not reach. If the Blood Clansmen chased after him, he would try his best to use the strong wind to blow them down.
But he still underestimated Chris, who had become a supreme class elite hundreds of years ago.
Chris' movements were not slowed down by his surprise. A thousand years had made him more resolute despite his age. His withered face darkened, and he instantly leaped more than ten meters into the air, pouncing towards the two people in the air!
'For Her Highness, I must snatch back that cub!'
He closed in on Ralf in an instant, and the strong wind rushed towards him.
Thales was surprised to see that Chris, whose clothes and hair were fluttering in the strong wind, had actually turned into a bloody mist with an expressionless face.
It was not a bloody water like Istrone's, but a bloody mist.
In Thales' eyes, the bloody mist was dispersed by Ralf's wind, but it continued to spread upwards, passing through the strong wind barrier Ralf had built without any hindrance!
The bloody mist seeped into the area in front of Ralf. Under the two people's solemn gazes, it gradually turned back into the pale old man with an obscure face and started to descend again.
"Ah —" Ralf could not speak. He could only roar angrily. He raised his left hand and activated his Psionic power, wanting to blow the old man down from the air.
But before he could finish roaring, Chris Corleone's hand gripped Ralf's left wrist.
Chris' tone was even colder than the temperature in the sky. He said in a terrifying voice, "Do not even think of flying."
* Crack! *
* Ugh — *
The sound of Ralf's bones breaking and his pained moaning came from twenty meters in the air at the same time.
Then, Istrone, who was on the ground, and Rolana, who was covered in dirt, rushed out of the dungeon while holding her half-grown arm. They saw Ralf, who was holding Thales, being grabbed by Chris' left hand and pulled towards the ground by the latter's terrifying strength!
"Ah —"
Ralf looked as if he had gone mad. He used all his strength to urge the wind to blow him upwards, almost forgetting to 'breathe'!
But he still could not shake off Chris's sharp claws that had pierced through his bones and tightly gripped his wrist!
Thales could not even open his eyes due to the strong wind. Exhausted, he had already used up all his trump cards.
The prince was already powerless.
Finally, Ralf, who was struggling with all his might, was inevitably pulled down from the sky by Chris.
Ralf lost his balance. Almost exhausted, he tried his best to urge the wind, but Chris' great strength made it impossible for him to rise into the sky again.
"For His Highness, that cub must be alive!" Chris said coldly as he fell from the sky with Ralf tightly clasped in his hand.
Rolana licked her teeth with hatred on her face. She swung her newly grown arm and immediately smiled, getting ready to catch that cub.
Beside her, Istrone's perception was slightly stronger than Rolana's. His expression changed, and he suddenly looked outside the manor's gate.
There, a concentrated tremor was getting closer and closer.
"Rolana —" Istrone said anxiously, but Rolana's entire body and mind were focused on the two people in the sky.
Thales did not dare open his eyes. However, the increasingly faster sound of the wind and the increasing sense of weightlessness in his ears indicated that the situation was not good.
'Is this move still too early because of this sudden accident?'
Ralf had already given up on breaking free from Chris' grip.
He looked at the moon that was getting further and further away, and the ground that was getting closer and closer. His eyes gradually became pure, clear, and relieved.
At that moment, Ralf suddenly realized that after experiencing so much pain, a fractured wrist was actually not that painful at all.
The Phantom Wind Follower's lips curled into a smile that had not appeared in a long time.
'What a pity, child.
'Thank you for giving me a chance.
'At least, I've struggled.
'And those vampires won't have the chance to touch you.'
Time seemed to have slowed down.
Then, Rolana, who was about to catch Thales on the ground, saw in shock.
The half-crippled Ralf howled and roared the moment he was about to fall to the ground.
With one hand, he threw Thales in the direction of the manor's house with all his might!
"No!" Chris roared without any grace, but Ralf, who had one hand free, grabbed his waist tightly and threw him to the ground!
Thales felt the momentum of his fall change, and his body involuntarily flew in another direction.
In an instant, the stone wall of the house appeared before his eyes, and it was getting closer and closer.
He was about to crash into his head!
Thales could only shut his eyes tightly.
'Is this the end?'
But out of the prince's expectations, the tragic sight of his head being smashed did not happen.
His momentum suddenly stopped, and he felt dizzy. Then, he fell into a stable and safe embrace.
* Thud! *
Ralf and Chris fell fiercely, and the huge force even broke the ground. Dust immediately flew in the air on the empty ground of the manor!
Rolana's expression changed drastically. She rushed towards Thales, who was flying in the direction of the house, with a flash.
But Istrone, on the other hand, glanced at the manor's gate with a solemn expression. He arrived in a flash. His voice rang through the manor in the empty night.
"Enemy attack!"
Feeling dizzy, Thales slowly opened his eyes in an embrace that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
Before him, a dark purple mask and two dark lenses looked at him under the moonlight.
"Don't worry, Thales." Standing on the balcony of the third floor of the manor's house, the royal family's secret protector, Yodel Cato, spoke hoarsely. His voice was even faintly trembling.
"You're safe."
Thales smiled tiredly but at ease. He closed his eyes and was completely at ease.
A series of tremors traveled clearly from outside.
* Bang! *
The gate of Vine Manor was knocked open.
Countless sounds of horse hooves surged in!
"In the name of the Supreme King of Constellation, Kessel Jadestar!"
Count Gilbert Caso's steady and sonorous voice rang out amidst the dust and the sound of horses' hooves.
"Everyone present in Vine Manor is suspected of stealing and harboring the royal family's secret treasure!
"Surrender immediately and do not resist!"
"Those who disobey will be killed on the spot!"
There was not even a torch in a dark, empty room.
There was only boundless darkness.
And two barely discernible breathing sounds.
"What a pity. This is probably the closest we've been to the Air Mystic in the past twelve years," an old and sharp voice said.
"But all the information shows that Asda has been killed," a light and bright male voice said.
"Then let me guess. You, who think that he has been 'killed', must have also read about the Mystics' immortality and immortality?" the old and sharp voice mocked.
"Don't be so serious, teacher," the light and bright male voice continued, "At least he has been sealed."
"The problem is, in Eternal Star City now, who has the ability to seal Asda, and who has the weapon to seal him?" the hoarse voice drawled and continued asking questions.
"It's just those few," the light and bright male voice said playfully.
"Yes, sigh." The hoarse and sharp voice seemed to be slightly disappointed. "It's just those few.
"There is no need to investigate the truth about Red Street Market anymore. All the files, including the big explosion in the central area and the eyewitness report of the woman carrying the child, are to be sealed for a period of time.
"As for Asda Sakern, tell the people at the border to be prepared. Whether it is ten or twenty years, the Air Mystic will eventually return," the hoarse and sharp voice ordered gloomily.
There was a long silence.
"Don't look like that, teacher. On the bright side, we have one less great enemy. On the bright side, we might even be able to attract the Blood Mystic, "the light male voice said lazily.
"Don't pretend that you can see my expression," the hoarse and sharp voice said discontentedly. Then, he sighed. "Blood Mystic … Sigh, this damned fate. The capital is probably going to be in chaos again very soon. “
"Twelve years ago, at least I had Lance, Jines, Tyson, and Lanzar Norfolk by my side. Now, the only person I can use by my side is you." The hoarse voice sighed. It was filled with desolation and loneliness.
"But it was also twelve years ago that even with your group of people, didn't the late king still pass away? It can be seen that strength isn't the key — luck is. "The light voice seemed to have no qualms about talking about the tragedy twelve years ago.
In the darkness, the two voices were silent for a long time.
"Yes, even if it was twelve years ago," the hoarse voice finally answered. This time, his tone seemed to be filled with grief, indignation, and dissatisfaction. "The late king still passed away."
The light voice seemed to have finally realized that the atmosphere was not right. He changed the topic stiffly. "By the way, the 'Secret Room' sent someone to deliver a headless letter. It said that yesterday, a figure from a gang left Eckstedt and set off towards Constellation, towards Eternal Star City. The old woman also said that this was to repay your previous favor."
"Ah, the long-awaited cooperation between the Secret Intelligence Department and the Secret Room." The hoarse and sharp voice seemed to have been piqued. "Coming to the capital at this time? The Blood Mystic? "
"No, I sent someone to investigate. It seems to be a doctor from Black Street Brotherhood. His name is Ramon."
"Is there something wrong with him?"
"Someone saw him performing a 'little trick' on a small road in the countryside."
"Little trick?" The hoarse voice finally became serious.
"Yes, a 'little trick'," the light male voice said in a cynical tone.
"But according to the profound knowledge stored in all twenty levels of the Jadestar Library, I came to the conclusion that this' little trick 'that can instantly heal wounds was commonly known as —"
His cheerful voice instantly became low.
"Magic."
The voice slowly faded away.
This darkness had truly sunk into a deathly stillness. It was like a graveyard in the middle of the night.
After a long time.
"That old woman …" The hoarse voice actually chuckled softly. "She actually used this information as a favor to repay me.
"How cunning and treacherous, just like in the past."
Gilbert took the lead. The guards formed by the Swordsmen of Eradication rode on their horses and charged into the manor.
They surrounded the three Blood Clansmen!
"Unsheathe your silver swords and prepare to meet the enemy!" Gilbert did not waste any more words. He knew that his previous declaration of 'not killing those who surrender' was just a formality.
What was truly effective was usually only power and weapons!
Just like diplomacy.
"Rolana!" Istrone agilely moved his body and avoided the two swords that were aimed at his head. He shouted anxiously and angrily, "What are you doing?
He shouted anxiously and angrily, "Summon the Shadow Guards!"
Rolana landed on a window on the second floor. She was extremely furious. Regardless of whether it was her unparalleled physique or her indestructible claws, she could not do anything to Yodel Cato, whose figure would disappear and reappear from time to time while he held Thales in his arms. She was also aware of the current situation. Hence, she spread her arms and let out a soundless roar with a strange rhythm towards the direction of the underground prison.
* Rumble! *
Suddenly, a tremor that sounded like a thunderstorm came from the direction of the dungeon.
Gilbert's expression changed. He swung the longsword in his hand decisively, and the swordsmen beside him shouted in unison.
But it was already too late.
A black tide suddenly erupted from the entrance of the dungeon.
It charged towards the horse formation formed by the thirty Swordsmen of Eradication.
Gilbert saw the thing that charged out clearly. With a steely expression, he roared, "Form a ring formation! It's a blood thrall!"
The thirty Swordsmen of Eradication, who were at least of ordinary class, also saw the thing that charged out.
It was a person with blood-red eyes and a crazed look on their faces.
Almost all of them were battle-hardened guards. They knew what the creature in front of them was.
It was the lowest form of the Blood Clan. It was formed by humans or other races who had accepted the blood essence of the Blood Clan and were transformed into blood thralls. They were hungry, crazy, loyal, and unafraid of death.
Dozens of blood thralls surged towards the horse formation like a tidal wave!
Gilbert saw the situation clearly and knew that Thales was already safe. Blindly relying on horsepower to attack these fearless creatures would only increase the number of casualties on his side.
"Defend!" he ordered loudly.
"Ha!"
The thirty Swordsmen of Eradication roared angrily. They got down from their mounts and quickly formed a circular formation. Each of them stepped forward with their left feet and slanted their right swords to protect the person beside them.
This was the defensive formation that Constellation was famous for — Returning Light Formation!
At this moment, a figure slowly stood up from the pit that Ralf and Chris had created.
Then, the figure flickered and disappeared.
"Please wait here for a while and rest." Yodel gently placed Thales on the balcony of the third floor. He saw Chris' figure emerge from the dust and then disappear.
"We will take care of the rest."
Then, Yodel also disappeared before Thales' eyes.
In the next moment, Yodel's grayish shortsword with a crisscrossed cross appeared in midair. It clashed with Chris's sharp claws, who was charging toward the third floor. Sparks flashed in the air!
* Clang! *
A piercing sound assaulted everyone's eardrums.
But surprisingly, there was no collision of air.
Yodel and Chris, two supreme class elites who could be considered the best in the world in the Western Peninsula, roughly understood each other's strength after exchanging a few moves. They split up.
"This is the ability to move through shadows!" Chris' expression was cold. His right claw pierced deeply into the wall of the second floor and fixed himself on the wall.
"As someone at the peak of supreme class, even in Constellation, you should not be a nobody. Is it because the light of the Kingdom's Wrath is too bright and has been overshadowed?" The old man said coldly. The battle between the blood thralls and the guards did not attract his attention at all. All his attention seemed to be focused on Thales on the third floor.
As usual, Yodel did not say a word, and his emotions could not be discerned. His strange figure stood lightly and illusory on a window pane on the second floor. He looked like he was on the verge of falling, but he never fell.
Under the manor, the blood thralls and the round formation finally clashed!
* Bang! * The first dull thud came from a violent collision between a blood thrall and a guard!
The sharp sword beside the guard slashed open the blood thrall's body with its two sharp edges, while the blood thrall's claws and nails tore through the warrior's armor regardless of the cost.
The same scene quickly appeared at every point of the round formation.
The scene immediately became chaotic.
Amidst the chaos, Thales noticed that Rolana Corleone was roaring furiously and leaping towards his direction!
But before she could reach him, she was forced to take two steps back by a long silver metal chain that meandered in the air.
"Your battlefield is here, you blood-sucking b * tch!"
As her words were filled with anger, Thales saw a black-haired woman in her forties. She was dressed in a suspicious light blue female court uniform (he did not know her at that time). She whipped her chain violently in front of Rolana.
Rolana sneered. Her body flashed, wanting to leap out of the range of the metal chain sword. But the moment her body swayed, her neck was firmly entangled. The part of her neck that was entangled by the chain was actually emitting green smoke with a hissing sound!
"This is a silver chain sword, b * tch!" The female court official, Jines, roared angrily with a displeased expression, "For all of you, I have used up all my capital!"
At that moment, Istrone's eyes turned red and turned into a pool of blood. He leaped into the air and attacked Thales as well!
* Clang! * Istrone roared furiously. He crossed his claws and parried a silver sword that was aimed at his chest.
"Mister!" Gilbert, who had dismounted from his warhorse and was working together with three Swordsmen of Eradication to charge past the blood slaves and stand firmly in front of the door on the first floor, looked at Istrone with dissatisfaction. He raised the silver sword in his hand and made a standard starting gesture for a duel. "Please stay away from that child."
The battle between the blood slaves and the swordsmen was still going on!
But Thales watched in exhaustion as the three Blood Clansmen pounced on him again and again and were continuously stopped by their troublesome opponents.
The prince suddenly understood!
'They don't want me,' he said in his heart.
'They want something on the third floor.
'That place must be their weakness.'
The sounds of the battle between the blood slaves and the swordsmen continued. The three Blood Clansmen and the three warriors were still fighting fiercely.
When he thought of this, Thales' gaze was filled with suspicion and fear, but he still firmly pushed open the door to the balcony!
After he pushed open the door, his weak body immediately collapsed in the room.
* Thud! *
However, a dull and strange sound attracted the prince's attention.
Thales panted softly and raised his head. Under the moonlight outside the balcony, he slowly saw the dim room clearly.
Especially the one in the center, which was connected to countless blood vessels, had complicated patterns, and the words were difficult to understand —
The huge black coffin.
* Thud! Thud! *
As if awakened by something, the dull sound from the black coffin became more and more intense.
It became more and more violent.
* Thud thud! Thud! Thud! *
Thales suddenly realized that his action of pushing open the door and rushing into the room was more or less a little rash.
Until …
* Thud! *
An incredibly loud sound rose!
Thales was shaken so much that he fell backwards. His eardrums rang.
The lid of the black coffin seemed to explode from the inside. It shook violently and then smashed onto the ground!
Thales covered his aching ears and climbed up with gritted teeth.
He saw that on the edge of the black coffin that had lost its lid, a …
Withered, charred, and filled with an ominous aura …
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