This is the second hallway from the Lounge to the Hall of Heroes, which is narrow but transparent. [This chapter is the first release, love, there is, sound, remember the URL ()]

From the White Guards to the king's office, decades of career have made him extremely familiar with this palace.

However, for Byrne Mielke, from the time King Nunn roared and exiled him, from the moment he left the Hall of Heroes in a trance with his daughter's body in his arms, Valhalla, once familiar, became a place of pain that he could not face for the rest of his life.

As an unforgivable, irreparable sinner, returning to Valhalla was like a long dream, out of reach.

So when Mielke stood here again a few hours later, it all seemed like a dream.

But what does it matter?

Mielke clasped the hilt of the knife at his waist and told himself that part of his heart had died twelve years ago, and that another part had died twelve years later.

What he was doing now was nothing more than habit and instinct—this was what he had convinced himself of when he received the order from Nicollet.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, he could accept whatever the situation was......

But when the enemy's figure actually appeared from the shadows, Mielke couldn't help but be shocked.

It wasn't until this second that Mielke realized that his heart wasn't completely dead, and that the last part of his heart was still alive.

Only now it seems that this part is also going to die.

Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar enemy in front of him, Mielke sighed.

There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.

Mielke knew that elsewhere in the court, their scattered men were already beginning to encounter the enemy.

Sure enough, as the deputy envoy of the stars expected, Mielke sighed secretly in his heart: the enemy will not make a big move, but he can send elite squads to intercept their group of invaders in all corners of the court, not seeking to destroy the enemy, aiming to block.

Drain their energy, trap their hands, cut their movements.

So......

Mielke looked up at the silent figure in front of him.

The former official smiled wryly.

Let's hope that the star man's plan will work.

Mielke took a step forward.

"You know," Mielke rubbed his dry lips, his voice tingling with heaviness and sadness, "when the White Blade Guards spread the word that Chaman Rumba of the Black Sand Collar was rebelling, I kept convincing myself that it should have nothing to do with you. ”

"...... you won't be involved in"

"It can't be your ......"

Mielke looked sadly at the unmoving enemy in front of him, and there was even a hint of begging in his eyes in disbelief: "Why ......?"

On the other side of the hallway, the silent enemy slowly raised his steps and walked towards him, but did not answer.

It was as if Byrne Mielke in front of him was just a stranger.

At that moment, Mielke's expression was even more painful.

With only a few paces left before the enemy raised his gaze and stared at him coldly.

Mielke just looked back at him quietly, as if expecting something and hesitating about something.

Finally, the enemy slowly spoke.

"So, you have become the king's officer," the enemy's words seemed to be tinged with sarcasm and mockery, as well as a hint of imperceptible hatred and disgust: "What a congratulations, from a commoner to a white-knuckle guard, and to the ...... of the king's close ministers."

"Lord Byrne Mielke. ”

"How glorious, how dazzling. ”

Mielke was struck by lightning and shook all over.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly.

The sound of fighting elsewhere was heard in my ears again, and it became more and more intense.

"I once sent someone to look for you in the Black Sand Collar," Mielke's voice was full of mixed emotions, and his tone trembled slightly, "They all said back then, you don't want to come back......"

The enemy sneered: "But I'm back." ”

"Take my sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the enemy's weapon was unsheathed without warning!

"Boom!"

The blade pierced the air, the chill was overwhelming, and it collided with another blade in the air!

"Bell!"

A screeching metallic sound echoed in the ears of the two men.

Lord Mielke held his sword horizontally, pressed the hilt and back of the sword, and blocked the enemy's hands from the bottom to the top, and said with a painful face, "Yes, you are back." ”

"Huh!"

The enemy's weapon was instantly withdrawn, and he was about to retreat, but at the moment when Mielke tried to slash in the opposite direction, a sword slashed horizontally at his wrist!

Mielke's heart was shocked.

Years of instinct made him twist his wrist in time and step backwards!

With an unpleasant screech of metal, his hilt gauntlet blocked the blade, and Mielk was able to avoid losing his wrist.

"You've become different, too," Mielke glanced at the almost deadly knife wielder with a solemn face, and then at the murderous enemy in front of him, his eyes were complex and subtle: "It's worthy of the Tower of End." ”

"You're not bad," the enemy flicked his sword and said coldly, "It's not common to interrupt my moves." ”

Mielke frowned, his heart growing bitter.

That's what it is......

Their own fate?

As His Majesty said, atone for the mistakes he committed, eternal life?

"What about you, what about the others?" the enemy asked grimly.

Mielke sighed slightly and shook his head:

"They're where they belong. ”

The enemy didn't answer, but just snorted, and immediately stepped forward and struck a sword again!

Mielke gritted his teeth, relying on his combat experience and instinct, not retreating, but advancing.

"Bell!"

This time, Mielke slammed into the opponent's sword before the opponent changed his moves again, interrupting the opponent's continuous moves and offensive rhythm.

In the midst of the enemy's astonishment, Mielke kept on his feet, pushing the blade forward with the enemy, and asked in pain, "Why?"

"Why are you ......?"

The enemy couldn't help but retreat under Mielke's unprepared onslaught, but when he stepped back to the sixth step, he calmly stepped on the ground.

The power of the end surged in his body, and the enemy held the sword in both hands, and instantly slid through the center of gravity on Mielke's blade!

Clang!

The blade of the sword slammed into the grid, and the two sides were at a stalemate again.

"It's been more than ten years......"

"You're only now here to ask me why," at that moment, the enemy gritted his teeth and stared at Lord Byrne Mielke in front of him, his expression full of anger and disdain: "Isn't it too late?"

Former official opponent, female finishing swordsman, Croech Mielke's hands pressed the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes reddened, and he bit out the strange and subtle words from his mouth:

"Father!"

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At the same time, Raphael, who was around the arsenal, heard the faint sounds of fighting around him - in this rugged palace, the sound was very fast.

But he had no intention of stopping to think about countermeasures, or rushing to the fight to help.

Because at this moment, Raphael only felt a deep chill and fear.

No matter how Raphael tried to suppress it, his arms were still shaking, and there was even a strange sound under his skin.

It's like an animal that feels in danger.

Raphael narrowed his eyes and stared around the corner ahead: he heard footsteps coming in.

His arms trembled more and more, and the flesh under his skin warmed up, and its activity increased rapidly, surging back and forth like an erupting volcano.

Raphael has hardly encountered anything like this since he reshaped his arm in endless pain and suffering.

Oh, only 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, murderous man walked out of His Majesty's audience room, glancing at Raphael, intentionally or not, as he passed him.

At that time, his arms began to tremble for the first time.

Later, Raphael learned who the malevolent man was.

Araka Mu.

Since then, Raphael has known that it is the instinct of the arm, urging him to flee for his life.

Flee from the danger that is irresistible even if they are both combined.

But he couldn't go.

Raphael frowned.

Putile's strategy is very simple.

They have one and only advantage over the enemy: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know what they are for.

So......

Keep that advantage up until they succeed.

Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath with mixed emotions and looked around the corner ahead.

His arm trembled to the point where it began to get out of control, and Raphael even had to induce the Finishing Force to force down his increasingly irritable arm.

Finally, the enemy came out of the corner.

Raphael's eyes froze.

He recognized the man - his portrait had been affixed to the top twenty on the wall of the important people in the secret section "Exeter Intelligence Room".

Raphael sighed.

Looks like I'm the unluckiest one.

And......

Raphael looked at the weapon in the other man's hand, and his brow furrowed more and more.

Unstoppable and powerful.

Both volition and reflexes are top-notch.

Proficient in most weapon uses.

Rare battlefield judgment.

And the most terrible ...... Experience that is almost unmatched.

This kind of opponent ......

The enemy stopped, and his tall body was extremely oppressive.

"Strange," the visitor looked at him, speaking in a thick Northland accent, "and in this case, you dare to disperse your forces." ”

"Is it covering up something?"

Raphael was slightly stunned.

He then spread his hands.

Case.

No way.

"yes, we're planning ......" Raphael shrugged with a relaxed smile:

"Guess?"

The enemy paused slightly, and seemed to be a little unaccustomed to Raphael's attitude.

The enemy groaned and said, "I suggest you ......"

But before he could finish his words, Raphael suddenly turned around unexpectedly, turned his back to him, and rushed behind him!

Footsteps were sharp.

This......

The enemy was only slightly stunned, but the instinct to fight immediately prevailed.

He grabbed his weapon and followed Raphael as he tried to escape!

Raphael listened to the footsteps behind him and was shocked.

At this speed, it will be overtaken......

But before he could think about it completely, a chill hit the back of his head!

Call.

The wind is blowing.

Raphael instinctively tilted his head.

A black sharp blade swept past his left ear!

The moment the young man tilted his head, his enemy nodded approvingly.

Nice crisis response.

It's a potential ......

But before the enemy could react, Raphael, who was dodging in confusion, suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The young man's legs slammed into the ground, and his right hand took the enemy's long weapon, and he turned around to face the enemy!

The enemy, still rushing forward, saw Raphael's eyes: they were murderous eyes.

The enemy instantly understood: he was the prey being targeted.

Underestimate him.

I thought he was just a young man with good potential.

But......

The enemy silently thought: he had not been on the battlefield for so long that he had made the most fatal mistake - arrogance.

But he didn't have time to reflect on himself.

The next moment.

Raphael's expression became terrifying, as if he was tormented by pain and madness.

A piercing and terrifying rustling sound erupted from his right arm, and under the cracked sleeve, the bare skin began to swell, emitting endless red light along the veins!

It's like the color of lava.

Raphael's right hand grabbed the enemy's weapon, followed the enemy's momentum, and pulled suddenly!

The enemy gripped his weapon with both hands and prepared to wrestle with the opponent.

But at the moment when the enemy exerted force, his face suddenly changed drastically.

No, this is the force......

It can never be a normal person......

With a sharp sound of friction, the enemy couldn't hold the weapon, and Raphael's strange right hand forcibly took away the blade empty-handed!

In a brief moment of astonishment when the enemy lost his balance and fell to Raphael, the latter coldly stomped to the ground and charged towards his opponent.

His left hand made an equally eerie squeezing sound.

It's like thousands of small insects gnawing continuously.

In the next second, Raphael calmly elbowed his left hand, and the power of the end exploded, slamming into the enemy's chest!

The enemy knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't dodge it for a while, so he could only put his hands into his palms and support the opponent's dangerous elbow head-on.

"Boom!"

A heavy, muffled sound.

With the enemy's fall and his own strength, Raphael roared, and the continuous strength of his arm increased like a tidal wave!

"Bang!"

The enemy met the elbow head-on and was knocked to the ground.

The enemy felt the numbness and sharp pain from his arms to his back, and exclaimed: this finishing power, is ......

But it's not over yet.

I saw Raphael's right hand spin in the air.

The enemy's long weapon had been turned upside down by him, and the sharp blade was aimed at the enemy on the ground!

The enemy's eyes froze, and his pupils shrank.

Worst.

His arm was still numb.

There is no way to resist and react.

And that weapon......

It's terrible.

Are young people so scary now?

The enemy thought in disbelief.

At that moment, Raphael looked at the enemy on the ground, his eyes were extremely cold.

Sharp stabs!

At the last moment, the enemy unleashed the power of his legs and abdomen and flipped up from the ground!

He spun his body as he flipped up, avoiding the deadly weapon.

"Poof!"

The sharp blade slammed into the ground, bringing up countless pieces of rubble.

"Boom!"

An enemy in the air slams Raphael's head with a hammer!

It's obviously a head hammer that has been turned up from the ground, but the angle and force seem to shake the heavens and the earth.

At that moment, Raphael only felt dizzy, and the shiver even spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He clenched the weapon in his hand so that he would not fall to the ground upside down.

But the next moment, the enemy stood firm.

The enemy's right fist went to Raphael's side face, who gritted his teeth and tightened his arms again in an attempt to grab his enemy's hand.

But the enemy's left hand was faster than his right fist, and he instantly rubbed his fingers into a knife, bypassing his strange arms in the gap where Raphael raised his hand to resist, and forcibly imprinted Raphael's chest!

"Boom!"

Raphael's heart was cold, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

In the next second, he could no longer grasp the enemy's blade, and the whole person flew out and fell to the ground.

The battle ended in an instant.

Decide the winner.

"Really...... I almost died," the enemy took a rough breath after this combo, and pulled his long weapon from the ground. "It's even more dangerous than the last time. ”

The enemy looked at Raphael on the ground and muttered:

"It's rare to be in such a young extreme realm - all you lack is training and familiarity. ”

After a few seconds, Raphael twitched and rolled over, spitting out a mouthful of blood in pain, his arms shaking in excruciating pain.

As he moved, Raphael's muscles and bones rubbed like rusted bellows.

But Raphael didn't care, just stared at the enemy in front of him in a daze.

No way.

That kind of killer move......

None of them worked?

"You're very thoughtful, not just desperate. ”

The enemy thumped his chest and exhaled with difficulty, as if tired: "You observed accurately, the timing was well chosen, and the most rare thing was the kind of decisiveness and resoluteness that overtook the load in an instant and burst out with all your strength." ”

"Even if you know, maybe after this blow, you won't be able to fight back. ”

Raphael sighed, and coughed up a mouthful of blood in the midst of severe pain in his chest and abdomen.

This time, Croeich said, several of her classmates from the Finishing Tower had arrived—all seeds. The enemy said lightly, his tone gloomy.

It's really nostalgic.

The enemy took a deep breath.

Raphael couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The enemy relented, raised his head and looked Raphael in the eye with certainty and determination: "I recognize this style. ”

"This extreme fighting style that seeks survival in desperate situations, brutal and decisive. ”

"And your sword-washing sage—albeit the Sword of Calamity,"

In front of Raphael's eyes, the legendary commander of the White Blade Guard, "Earth-shaking" Kaslan Rumba exhaled, his eyes lonely:

"You are a student of Shao - the seed of Tari's 'sin' line. ”

His tone was affirmative.

Raphael looked at the old man stunned, 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 the Prison River, that compassionate and cruel fellow has set his sights on this again?"

I saw Kaslan laugh bitterly, with mockery and sigh.

He looked at Raphae's trembling hands, and the words he said made Raphael shocked:

"Underground Demons ......"

"That kind of weird flesh that proliferates indefinitely?"

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