A few unkempt figures appeared one after another. They moved past the panting Thales and glanced at the prince curiously or with complicated expressions. Then, without hesitation, they went to meet their enemies.
They isolated the prince from the battlefield.
Thales held his longsword and smiled.
'Never get lost.'
This was one of the most precious gifts Thales received after he escaped from Dragon Clouds City.
Even in Black Prison, Thales could clearly sense that they were on the eighteenth underground floor. There was still a distance between them and the lowest level of Zakriel's prison, but they were not far away from another group of prisoners.
That group was the most unique, and also the most regrettable.
When Thales cursed Quick Rope in a seemingly flustered and exasperated manner, the teenager actually doubted whether Quick Rope could understand him.
'"F * ck off! This is the eighteenth underground floor. Use your rotten brain. Where else can I hide? "' 'Where else can' someone 'hide in the eighteenth underground floor?'
As it turned out, Quick Rope, who had been fighting outside alone for six years, was quick-witted and had a strong desire to survive. He reacted quickly and understood Thales' secret signal.
'"But I have no other choice. Have you forgotten? I'm just a shoddy thief who can't even open a door!"' 'The prison cell where the group of Royal Guards' prisoners are hidden? But I can't open the cell door. '
After the first step of communication was completed, Thales could throw the strange-looking key to the Alchemy Tower at Quick Rope without any worries. Their conversation, which was hidden in a few words, also came to a logical conclusion.
'"Don't be a thief in the dark anymore! Be a righteous robber who breaks down doors and robbers! "' 'Don't worry about the door. Take this key and open it!'
'"Robber? Easy for you to say. I don't know how to be a robber … "'But how do I use this key?
'"You don't know? If you don't know, can't you f * cking ask? "' 'Ask the prisoners inside, idiot!'
When he recalled the dangerous situation just now, Thales shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
The situation in the field gradually got rid of the sudden chaos and became clear.
* Bang! *
The strong prisoner who had entered the battlefield first blocked a machete and grunted inexplicably. He exerted strength in his feet and knocked the enemy away in a head-on collision.
He seemed to have never stopped moving. With the weapon he snatched, he charged left and right among the mercenaries. Wherever he went, the Disaster Swords were thrown off their feet. But Thales noticed that he was very particular about the angle at which he charged. Every time, he would pay the smallest price in exchange for the greatest results.
The mercenaries, who were caught off guard, roared in anger, but their formation was disrupted by him, and they could not form a decent line of defense.
"That's Saul Bree, the youngest son of Viscount Bree. He looks like he's regressed quite a bit — he used to be a lot stronger."
The lazy voice from before sounded again, as if it had nothing to do.
"He used to belong to the Guard Division and followed Tony to ensure the safety of His Highness."
Guard Wing?
Thales turned his head around curiously and saw that it was the person who had smiled at him just now. He stood beside Thales and played with a sword he had just seized. He seemed to have made up his mind not to go anywhere.
But the prisoners of the Royal Guards were all sloppy, and the prince could not remember who he was at that moment.
In the distance, the strong Saul Bree once again roared and knocked over a mercenary who wanted to ambush him, at the cost of a cut on his shoulder.
"But as you can see, Bree is like a bear when he's angry. We all thought that he should go to the Vanguard Division, but when the second prince went north, he brought Sharp Blade Sousa with him. Maybe he thought that Bree talked too much."
The lazy voice continued amid the sounds of intense fighting. Thales suddenly remembered. 'This voice seems to belong to the one who sang in the prison …'
Rapid footsteps!
The prince's eyebrows twitched. A figure closed in on the speaker and rushed towards them.
"Little —"
But before Thales could anxiously remind him, the lazy person lowered his shoulders and turned around, as if he had eyes on his back. He dodged a knife that came at him from the side just in time!
He parried the enemy's second attack and kicked the man's knee cleanly. The moment the mercenary lost his balance, he swung his sword!
Blood gushed out of the man's neck in the air.
Thales choked on his reminder.
The lazy man turned around and wiped off the blood on his chin. He bared his front teeth at Thales as if nothing had happened to him.
"Nice to meet you, Your Highness. I am Ty Nalgi.
"The honorary count of Eternal Star City, son of Davon Nalgi."
Nalgi pointed at himself. His expression was lazy, and even the brand of sin on his left chin did not look as ferocious as before.
"Your Highness, you must be familiar with me. If possible, it would be best —"
Thales was stunned as he listened, but he was interrupted by another sharp and mean voice.
"Ty Nalgi, the most bored idler in the Defense Division."
It was another man. He walked past the two of them and revealed a pair of sharp and ghastly eyes under his long hair. He stared at Nalgi fiercely, and he looked rather terrifying.
"You will be unlucky if you stay with him for too long."
Nalgi stopped talking and touched his nose with a resigned expression.
Thales quirked his eyebrows. He saw the mean man holding a dart that came from nowhere. He was very careful when he faced a Disaster Sword with a shield raised. He did not attack until the other party charged at him fiercely. Then, he nimbly dodged to the side.
The shield-raising mercenary brushed past him. Then, his neck tilted, and he fell like a collapsing mountain!
* Thud! *
The mercenary fell to the ground, exhausted. His breathing gradually stopped.
He stared at the mean man in front of him, and his eyes were wide open in disbelief.
Thales was shocked. It was only then that he realized that there was a dart stuck in the dead man's neck at some point in time.
The mean man who threw the dart squatted down and quickly took away the enemy's leather armor and weapon. He threw them to the other unarmed companions far away. He did not even let go of the dart that was stuck in the corpse.
"Speaking of which, idler Nalgi, why don't you come and help us?"
Nalgi shrugged without any self-awareness and spoke eloquently.
"My duty is to protect you …"
The mean man glared at Nalgi fiercely. He threw the dart in his hand again and got rid of an enemy behind Bruley, who was charging at the front.
When he saw the other party turn around and join the battle, idler Nalgi frowned. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered to Thales in a complaining tone,
"That's Sazel Naer, the damn Second Logistics Officer … Look at the way he kills people. He's filled with the stingy demeanor of the Logistics Division …
"When we went out to the field in the past, he would always find us the worst hotel. Do you understand? It's the kind of place where beer tastes like horse piss, bards sing like pigs, beds are like chopping boards when they sleep, and girls touch big birds …"
Thales could only raise his eyebrows.
Amid the noise, the chaotic battle lasted for less than ten seconds.
The mercenaries were ambushed and lost their leader. But they were experienced, and they quickly adjusted themselves. They organized a counterattack and surrounded Thales. The sturdy Bruley, who was at the forefront, immediately slowed down. Naer's footsteps were also hindered.
But this amount of time was enough for the other prisoners to get their weapons and arm themselves.
A hairy guard who looked like a 'savage' caught the axe thrown by Naer from afar and swung it!
The moment the axe clashed with the enemy's weapon, the axe in the 'savage''s' hand trembled!
His enemy grinned savagely.
'This is their unique Power of Eradication. As long as …'
Thales was shocked when he saw this. He then remembered something important!
"Be careful, their Power of Eradication …"
But before Thales could speak, the 'savage' pounced fiercely and crashed into the enemy's arms!
Under the enemy's gaze, which was filled with grievances even after he died, the 'savage' cut him down at the risk of being injured. He then stood up and used the handle of his axe to knock another person back.
His fearlessness and unyielding methods made Thales' worried words choke in his throat.
"Pay attention!"
The 'savage' roared and reminded his companions, "There's something wrong with their Power of Eradication. It's the traitors of the Tower of Eradication!
"Disaster Swords!"
The mercenaries were shocked. They seemed to be a little surprised that their secrets had been exposed.
"Don't get entangled with them. Attack their vitals and knock them down with one strike!"
As the other prisoners responded one after another, the fierce and unyielding 'savage' faced the next enemy.
"Oh, this unbelievably tough guy, Luton Beldin." Beside Thales, Nalgi, who was calm and composed, started chattering again.
"A distant branch descendant of the famous Beldin Family."
"Haih, he used to be a good person. He fooled around with us and waited for death …"
'Used to be?'
"Until the old captain unexpectedly promoted him to replace Zakriel as the chief of the Discipline Division."
When he heard that name, Thales' heart sank.
Nalgi stared at Beldin, who stood in front of the enemy like a wild beast with a fierce gaze. He shook his head as if he was singing.
"There will always be a kind of person who will quietly rise to the top when he says that he will be a piece of sh * t …
"Leaving you to continue to die alone …"
As he spoke, Nalgi's expression suddenly changed!
He retreated and pounced on Thales, pushing the prince to the ground.
* Swoosh! *
Thales coughed hurriedly and propped himself up on the ground. In his shock, he saw a hand axe fly over their heads and hit the wall.
"Don't worry, Your Highness."
Nalgi climbed up from the prince's body indifferently and patted the dust off his body. He did not seem to be aware that he had been attacked by a flying axe.
"We have a specialist who is in charge of dealing with ambushes like this —"
Before he finished speaking, Thales saw from afar that the mercenary who threw the axe at them widen his eyes, and a sharp blade pierced through his chest!
While he was still trembling and touching his chest, a pair of thin and frail arms stretched out from behind him and dragged him, who was certain to die, to a corner.
Thales saw the prisoner from the Royal Guards who stabbed him in the back. He was the so-called 'specialist'.
Even though he was very skilled in dragging the corpse, he had a cowering expression on his face. His eyes were filled with fear, and his body was hunched. He looked around sneakily and quietly, as if he was afraid of being discovered.
Thales recognized that terrified face.
It was the prisoner from the Royal Guards who recognized Shadow Shield's footsteps in the dark.
"That skinny monkey is Jonah Canon, a cavalry scout from the Vanguard Division. He is in charge of gathering information, sending messages, and detecting threats …" Nalgi smiled and pulled the prince up from the ground. He gestured at the cowering prisoner with his chin.
"He was born in the private army of the Jadestar Family. His family is just a lord, but if you look down on him because of this, he can slit your throat in the middle of the night …
"If he hadn't caught a sudden cold, that man would have joined the Starlight Brigade and followed Duke John to quell the rebellion."
There was a slight lament in Nalgi's words.
Thales stared at the skinny and hunched Canon in surprise. He took off his opponent's knife and threw it to the next person.
Another figure caught the knife Canon handed to him and entered Thales' line of sight.
"Hahahaha!" The desolate laughter from before rose again.
"The last time I swung my sword like this …"
This figure was very strange. He held a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right. The knife in his left hand shone fiercely, and the sword in his right hand was awe-inspiring. His attacks alternated back and forth, dazzling and overwhelming.
"And he's still in Renaissance Palace …"
Blood splattered everywhere!
The laughing prisoner put away his knife and sword. His two opponents could not even launch a proper counterattack. They covered the fatal wounds on their thighs and necks respectively and fell slowly.
He turned around and searched for his next target in a frenzy.
"The one who attacked while laughing crazily is Guti Tardin. The Tardin Family is an aristocrat in Central Territory. They are one of the Seven Jadestar Attendants, just like the Beldin Family. His great-grandmother was even a princess. You can tell from his gorgeous moves."
Nalgi looked at Tardin, who was looking for a fight everywhere with a knife and sword in his hand.
"But unfortunately, our Guti Tardin rejected his father's' evil scheme ', and in the end, he avoided the' tragic fate 'of inheriting the family business and becoming a happy worm. For the sake of noble love, he came to become a guard."
"Love?" Thales frowned.
"Yes, everyone knows that he was bewitched by Princess Constance …"
"Don't waste my breath, Nalgi." Tardin seemed to have excellent hearing during the battle. He shouted without turning his head around.
"I will be happy to help you tidy up your kidneys!"
Nalgi flashed his front teeth. He first smiled innocently at Tardin, and when Tardin was not paying attention, he gave Thales an expression that said, "Did you see that?"
Thales averted his gaze from the former Royal Guards.
Bruley the Black Bear, who rampaged about and disrupted the formation; Naer, the stingy logistics officer, who carefully threw darts to kill; Beldin, who tore apart his opponents like a beast; Canon, the cavalier scout, who wandered around the corners; Tardin, who swung his knife and sword; and Nalgi, the lazy man, who stood guard by his side …
These six people, who had different skills and styles, worked together to kill the Disaster Swords, who were three times the number of their own. They were so scattered that they could not form a team.
Thales frowned.
'These are … the Royal Guards of Constellation eighteen years ago?'
"We have regressed a lot. In the past, when the Royal Guards formed a formation — Ah, there's jerky!" Nalgi pursed his lips and rummaged through a corpse on the ground. He let out a happy moan.
Thales turned his gaze and looked at the seventh person.
He was the calmest, most composed, and the most unique man in the field. He only held a sword and a shield as he slowly walked through the center of the battlefield.
He was like a cold block of ice. He did not move in the face of danger, but when he passed by a pair of people who were fighting, he would suddenly erupt. His sword and shield were thrown out like an avalanche!
The man passed by an enemy who was wrestling with Bruley. He swung his shield down and hit the enemy's knee. The latter retreated in pain, and his sternum was immediately crushed by Bruley's hammer.
'The third offensive style — Cold Attack.'
Thales thought quietly.
The man passed by Beldin, who was fighting against two people. He suddenly charged into the battle. He used his shield to block an enemy's blade, and his longsword drew blood on another person's neck.
'The third defensive style — Counterattack.'
Thales clenched his fists. 'This is supposed to be a defensive style, but he's actually using it to attack.'
The man faced an aggressive enemy. He skillfully deflected his shield and caused the enemy to stagger. Then, Naer's dart came out of nowhere and slit the enemy's throat.
'The first defensive style — Iron Body.'
Thales pursed his lips tightly. This was the first style he learned.
The man passed by a sturdy enemy. He was hit by the enemy's great strength, and his longsword slipped out of his hand. But he took the opportunity to let go of his longsword and went into the enemy's bosom. He held the shield with both hands and swung it at the enemy. He used the horn of the shield to smash the enemy's skull.
'The sixth offensive style and the second defensive style — Sneak Attack and Thunderbolt?'
Thales recognized the two styles when they were combined, and he thought that they could be used this way.
The man, who was covered in blood, picked up his longsword. The moment he turned around, a torch smashed into his body!
Sparks flew everywhere and set his clothes on fire.
The enemy took the opportunity to pounce on him fiercely.
Thales' heart clenched.
But the burning man did not take a step back. Instead, he roared and moved forward. He withstood the flames and the enemy's longsword, and he swung his shield fiercely!
* Bang! *
In the next second, the man's blade pierced the enemy's lower jaw and smashed the back of the enemy's head against the wall. Then, he pushed away the enemy's sword that had cut his arm and slowly patted off the sparks on his body.
'The fifth offensive style — Frontal Attack?
No, it's a little like the second offensive style — Flank Attack? '
"Quill Barney Junior." Nalgi noticed Thales' gaze and sighed softly.
"After Nolanur went north with Horace, the old captain appointed him to be the acting chief vanguard.
"There's nothing much to say. He's one of the few supreme class elites in the team who are at the same level as Protector Tony, Walker, and 'Skeleton'. He's a terrifyingly stubborn person.
"And you can tell … that he doesn't rely on his body, but his life to fight. The him eighteen years ago is as deadly as the him eighteen years later."
'Quill Barney Junior.'
Thales stared at the man with the sword and shield in his hand in a daze. He watched him work with his companions or attack alone. Every few steps he took, he would efficiently and swiftly take down an enemy.
Every time he fought, it was clean and neat, and he ended the fight quickly.
He did not drag his feet, and he was never a match for him.
Thales was puzzled.
'Yes.
'It's also the Northland Military Sword Style.
'But why is it so … deadly in the hands of this man?
'Fatal?'
"The north used to be the most tenacious barrier of the Imperium. It was the gathering place of the first batch of knights. It was also the place where human beings, who were like scattered sand, gathered to resist the foreign enemies together. This set of sword arts is the testimony of the era that was filled with war, blood, death, and hope.
Before he knew it, a familiar voice appeared before his eyes. It was steady and cold.
Thales frowned and met the murderous Barney Junior's gaze.
"No matter who taught you this sword style …
"Seven offensive styles and three defensive styles. Seven to three. There's a reason for this ratio." Quill Barney Junior pulled out a longsword from a corpse. He stared at Thales with an unfocused gaze.
"During that era, if one did not have the courage to die with the enemy and take a risk …
"Then this sword style would be meaningless.
There would not have been a glorious and boundless human empire. "
At that moment, against the bloody background, Barney Junior's gaze was aggressive.
"The most primitive way of fighting is not to compare the number of people you have, nor is it to compare the speed of your attacks. There is no such thing as attacking or defending …"
Barney Junior stared at him fiercely.
"It's to exchange lives for lives!
"If you bet your life, you might not win." Thales listened to Barney Junior's firm words in a daze. "But if you are not willing to bet your life, you will definitely lose!
"If you don't lose this time, you will lose the next time.
"A prince I have never met."
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'I made some changes to the first few chapters. I can go back and read them.'
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