"Do you really know what you're doing?"

Mielke pressed against the wall in one hand and a knife in the other, gasping in pain.

Between his ribs, a wound that cut through his robe was soaking in blood.

"Trust me, father," Chloesy grimly shook off the blood stain on his sword, "I know what I'm doing better than at any other time in the last twenty years. ”

Mielke gritted his teeth and pressed his wound, frowning.

After all, it's still old, and it's no longer a white-knuckle guard.

The knife technique is rusty, the hands are sluggish, and the body is always half a beat slower.

And there is no weapons and equipment at hand......

Michael slowly walked away from the wall and sighed.

He took the hilt of the knife against his back, protected his forearm with the back of the knife, stopped in front of him, bent down to make a conservative counterattack, and said in a deep voice:

"Your mother wouldn't want to see us fight each other. ”

The female swordsman's face changed.

Croehi's expression was complex and subtle, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"It's hard for you to remember her," Chloehi's voice was wrapped in anger, "Of course, for her, her man, her husband is everything......"

"How can we do anything bad for you?"

As soon as the words fell, Chloehi stepped forward, and the long sword pierced through the air mercilessly like a poisonous snake!

Mielke subconsciously raised his hand and lifted the tip of his sword away from his head.

"I know I'm not a good father, and I know you're strong, but if it's for revenge on me......" Mirk gritted his teeth against Chloehi's sword, "It's not worth it." ”

As if she had heard the biggest joke, Chloe Ich snorted coldly and said softly, "Don't be too arrogant, father, you are not that important. ”

The next moment, I saw Chloe Ash slash down with his sword without hesitation, straight to Mielke's thigh!

Mielke struggled to dodge a step, but received another stab in the ribs.

Face, thighs, intercostal spaces, wrists, every attack of Croesy is like predicting the next attack point, constantly mobilizing Mielke's movements, saving time, moment, and angle for the next attack.

Mielke knew that he was once again caught in the rhythm that the other party had expected - unless there was an unexpected change, he would lose for a long time.

Sure enough, in the next second, Croehi's blade slashed through Mielke's left shoulder, dripping with blood!

Mielke rolled to dodge the next sword, and was so embarrassed that he stepped back five paces away.

Chloehi nodded: It's a pity.

Originally, the next sword could be effortlessly cut straight to the throat.

Should it be said that it is worthy of the former White Blade Guard?

"What's that for?"

I saw Mielke bathed in blood with a hideous face, and said angrily: "Why are you on the side of traitors, turning your back on your monarch, and betraying the creed of the Northlanders?"

Chloehi looked coldly at her father and shook her head contemptuously.

"I have just been promoted to captain of the guard by His Excellency the Grand Duke," she said softly, "of course, to be faithful and dutiful. ”

Mielke's eyes froze.

The former king shook his head.

"Wake up," he sighed slowly, looking at Chloehi with disappointment in his eyes, "You think he appreciates you?

Chloehi's sword-gripping hand clenched unconsciously.

"Rumba won't let a little girl be the captain of his guard for nothing," Mielke said word by word, "I've been in the court for too many years, and I know them too well - they don't value your abilities, but your identity and relationships—whether it's me or the Tower of End." ”

Chloehi's pupils slowly narrowed.

Silent.

"Thanks for the reminder, father," said Chloehi, letting out a breath and gritting his teeth slightly.

"It's like in the old days. ”

Michael's brow furrowed.

"Under him, you are just a strange thing to use in an incident, a tool to be used, a person who can extract value," Mielke continued, "The so-called captain of the guard is just a false bait. ”

The female swordsman stretched her legs, sank her waist, and raised the blade of her sword to her chest in a serious manner.

It's like you're facing the most terrible enemy.

"Don't sink any further, Chloehi," Mielke shook his head sadly, "Your mother doesn't want to see ......"

"Don't mention her again," Chloehi interrupted him categorically, "you don't deserve it." ”

Michael's face darkened.

But then he looked up.

"What about Lady Adele?"

Chloehi's expression changed.

Mielke's voice was steady, calm, but there was a different kind of sadness: "After your mother died, Mrs. She took you with her, raised you, loved you, and treated you as if you were her own......"

Croesy lowered her head, hiding her face in the darkness, her left hand slowly gripping the hilt of her sword.

"She didn't pay to send you to the Tower of the End, not to make you die for some Lord's blood," Mielke continued, bleakly, "to be their tool without knowing it......"

Before the words fell, Chloe Ash suddenly burst out and slashed with a sword!

"Bell!"

Mielke pressed the back of the sword with his left hand, and held the sword hard.

In front of him, the female swordsman looked crazy, holding the sword with both hands, more powerful than ever!

"Adele?"

"She's a good person," Chloehi gritted her teeth, staring at her father, "but she can't save herself." ”

Mielke, who wrestled with his daughter, suddenly mourned.

Mielke gritted his teeth as well, and his hands began to tremble.

"So she sent you to the Tower of the End so that you can have the power to protect yourself, not to depend on others, not to be subject to others, and to live freely and happily," Mielke said bitterly, "Stay away from ...... Stay away from the darkness and misfortune she faces. ”

To his surprise, Chloe Ash heard this sentence and actually took a slow breath.

At that moment, an expression of ridicule or disdain appeared on her face.

"You've never changed, have you, Byrne Mielke?"

Only to hear Chloesy say calmly and disappointedly, "Just like all the others." ”

Michael was slightly stunned: "What?"

The next moment, Chloehi suddenly unleashed the power of the end, and the long sword suddenly loosened!

When Mielke felt that the long knife had lost its barrier and that it was impossible to return, Chloehi's sword twisted on his knife, and it had miraculously returned to its original position, straight to his throat.

But at this moment, a long sword with cold light poked out from behind Mielke!

Hit the spine of Croahi's sword impartially.

"Ding!"

Mielke only felt a soft ringing in his ears, and Croahi's sword edge deflected past his left ear, and there was a slight chill.

The long sword didn't stop, but continued to attack, stabbing Croich's wrist!

Croesy immediately retracted his sword and took a few steps back to avoid the attack of the sword.

The three of them distanced themselves.

Mielke looked behind him in disbelief.

"You?" he asked with difficulty.

Chloehi's eyes were on fire, and he stared at the newcomer.

The man pulled a sword flower and spoke softly.

"Let's go," Miranda Arronde said solemnly, standing beside Michael, "you go and help the others—there are not many enemies, but they are widely distributed, trying to stop us." ”

Miranda stared at Chloehi: "Let me deal with her." ”

Croesy sneered.

Mielke looked at his daughter, then at Miranda, and his expression struggled: "I ......"

Miranda interrupted him.

"You can't make up your mind, and you can't make up your mind to be your daughter," she said lightly, her eyes fixed on Chloehi's face, "It's only going to make things worse here." ”

"Then let me do it. ”

Mielke froze.

He looked at his daughter, but Chloe didn't pay any attention to him, just stared at Miranda.

Eventually, Mielke sighed bitterly and turned away.

Mielke's figure is getting farther and farther away.

Miranda took a light step forward.

Chloehi walked towards her as well.

The two female swordsmen faced each other silently.

"You've changed a lot, you all are," Miranda broke the silence as she whispered her friend's nickname, "Ash." ”

Chloehi's face moved slightly.

"You, and Raphael. ”

Chloehi looked silently at her friend of the same time.

"Not all of them are as permanent as Cohen," it took a long time for Chloesy to smile, "Mira." ”

Miranda shook her head.

"You're wrong. ”

"Cohen used to be very cheerful and optimistic," Miranda said lightly, "but nowhere near as deliberate and exaggerated as it is now,"

Chloehi looked stunned.

I only heard Miranda continue to whisper: "He has also changed, trying to hide and deny some things that he doesn't want to face with that heartless smile. ”

Miranda lifted her eyes.

"And you, Ash?" the Arend girl looked her friend in the eye solemnly, "What are you hiding and denying?"

Both of them stopped at the same time - one more step forward, and it was the range of attack.

Chloehi did not answer.

"Or I'll ask it another way," Miranda said with a calm expression, "What are you playing for Rumba for?"

"Don't tell me anything about 'honor', 'loyalty', 'reward' and 'ambition'," Miranda shook her head decisively before the other party could speak: "As far as I know, these things are not enough for you to betray your friends, betray your faith, and betray your pride as a Northlander." ”

Chloehi looked at her old friend with a complicated expression.

After a few seconds, the Exeter girl sneered, "This is not the right posture to ask questions. ”

Miranda raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at the other's left wrist, which was a wound she had cut and was wrapped in bandages.

And his abdomen, where he was hit by Chloehi, is still aching.

"Very well," Miranda chuckled, "then let's talk." ”

In front of Chloehi, Miranda's face turned grim, she threw away her long sword, and her eyes showed a cold light:

"With the swordsman's method. ”

————

An eerie rustling sound was heard.

"Demon flesh," Kaslan frowned, looking at Raphael who was struggling from the ground, his gaze resting on his arms that didn't know how to surge, "Sure enough, as legend goes, he recovered so quickly. ”

Raphael exhaled slowly and shook his arms: "Are you ready for the next round?"

Kaslan just looked at him quietly.

"It must be uncomfortable, child," the old man sighed, "There is always a price to be paid for being with those who do not belong to you." ”

Raphael's face moved.

The next moment, the young man suddenly burst out!

Qiang.

Metallic sounds, long swords unsheathed!

It's so fast that it's almost hard to react.

But Kaslan didn't even bother with his Soul Killing Gun, letting it lean against the wall, coldly watching as the enemy's blade grew closer and closer to his face.

The next moment, the old man's head suddenly turned sideways, and his body was sideways, flashing the trajectory of the sword blade to the side.

Raphael snorted coldly in his heart.

At that moment, the finishing power in his body was activated at the same time as that thing, and it exploded with unusual strength and speed!

In the gap that ordinary people could not perceive, Raphael's muscles and bones were moaning in pain, and he was under tremendous pressure.

Also at that moment, Raphael's body speed and strength were increased to the extreme, and he completed an impossible change of direction, and the blade of the sword turned sharply!

Make sure to get on Kaslan's dodge path and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

This is the inspiration he gets from the Pegasus movement - forcing the enemy to dodge the path, then using his unique finishing power and physical advantage to swerve and slash the enemy unexpectedly in the moment when it is impossible to change the move.

Simple, straightforward, and often effective too.

But in the next second, Kaslan flicked his feet with a blank face and kicked the Soul Killing Gun on the wall.

The Soul Killing Spear flickered, and then slid down.

In the process of falling, it slowly rotates with two-thirds of the shaft as the axis.

Raphael's face changed dramatically!

There was no other reason: the blade of the Soul Killing Spear was falling in his backward path!

Following this trajectory, Raphael's heart was terrified: before he could kill Caslan, he would be hit by the blade of a gun.

That's ......

Soul killing.

At that moment, the finishing power that Raphael had already unleashed was reversed again, and it forcibly collided with the things in his body.

Raphael took two painful steps and slammed the movement of his body to change direction.

Inertia tortured his bones, and Raphael almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

The blade of the gun slashed through one of his sleeves.

But Kaslan's fist was already in his chest!

Raphael knew that this was a life-or-death situation, and the thing inside him cooperated like never before, bursting with energy at any cost.

His right hand swelled in a strange thud, his veins bulging, and he stopped Kaslan's fist.

Boom!

But Raphael's face changed again - Caslan's fist was light and powerless.

Sure enough, the next moment, Kaslan turned into a palm with a single fist, grabbed Raphael's sleeve, and pushed him in the original direction!

Raphael loses his balance and falls to one side.

To his horror, Kaslan pushed him in the direction where the Soul Lance had fallen.

The tip of the gun was pointed at him.

Raphael, on the other hand, had no support and could no longer dodge the blade.

The hideous head of the Soul Killer Gun was getting closer and closer to his face.

At that moment, Raphael decisively let go of the long sword in his left hand, and the blood vessels in his left arm became dark in addition to the swelling of the blood vessels!

His left hand instantly retracted, and he slammed a fist into the Soul Killing Gun.

Before the blade of the gun cuts through the tip of his nose, knock this deadly weapon flying!

Thump!

Raphael fell to the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood in pain, but he didn't dare to stay, and rolled back twice in embarrassment, avoiding Kaslan's attack.

When!

Only then did the Soul Killing Gun fall to the ground and keep ringing.

The sound of metal echoed through the hallway.

Kaslan sighed and shook his head, "I see your expression—you're probably in pain all the time, feeling their rejection and denial of you. ”

Raphael, who was drenched in cold sweat, gritted his teeth, feeling the riot of the thing in his body, and his hands trembled and hurt in his heart.

His red eyes stared at Kaslan with an expression of disbelief.

No way.

This time, didn't you even have a chance?

Is it really as the teacher said......

Kaslan Rumba – Can't be beaten head-on?

"You think you can handle them, you think they're just insignificant embellishments to you, nothing more than inconsequential additions. ”

"But ......"

"It's like a rebellion that never goes down," Kaslan continued, grimacing, "and when you become weak, when you begin to compromise, they come at you and eat themselves. ”

Kaslan looked up and kicked the Soul Lance on the ground.

He thumped twice on his chest, coughing, hoarse and sad, "I tried too...... Ahem...... I know. ”

"When you abandon your pure self, compromise with reality, and accept what is not yours," Kaslan looked up in pain, "this is the consequence." ”

"Sooner or later, you'll become inhuman that you don't even recognize. ”

The old man watched Raphael struggle and moan on the ground, and said sadly, "I apologize to you for Shao, for the Tower of End, child. ”

Raphael's face changed.

"Apologize to me?" he gritted his teeth silently.

"Self-righteous old man," Raphael trembled, and raised his head with all his might, in a cold sweat, but sneered: "What do you know if you are ignorant?"

Kaslan sighed and shook her head.

"I know Shao. ”

"He's a good guy who always wants to take on his mistakes and make up for his mistakes," Kaslan coughed as he looked at his opponent gloomily, "But many times, the cruelest decisions are made by good people." ”

Raphael looked at the old man with a stunned expression.

"Don't worry," Caslan breathed a sigh of relief, pulling up the tip of his gun and approaching Raphael step by step, his tone full of apologies, "You won't have to suffer soon." ”

The old man raised his Soul Lance and aimed it at Raphael on the ground.

Right now.

Step, step, step!

Hurried footsteps came from behind Kaslan.

Getting closer.

"Whew!"

Then came the sound of the blade breaking the wind!

Kaslan's expression was calm, and he turned his head sharply, and the spear swept sharply!

"Bang!" the spear slammed into the wall on one side, and rubble flew over.

Kaslan frowned: he hadn't focused on the enemy - the sneak attacker had already slid his head up, avoiding the Soul Lance's sweeping radius and sliding to his side!

The battle-hardened old man's face immediately turned pale, his legs quickly retreated, and he avoided two swords on the ground one after another.

The enemy did not continue his attack after pushing Kaslan back, and he slowly stood up on his knees.

Raphael's eyes widened as he saw the appearance of the comer.

Kaslan also saw the coming, and the old man's expression was complicated, and his throat was stirring.

The man shook the knife in his hand.

"You haven't been on the battlefield a few times," the visitor said coldly to Raphael, and his unceremonious words made people feel unpleasant: "I don't even know how to kill people." ”

"Also, no thanks. ”

Raphael sighed, trembled to the ground, and stood up.

"Can't you just talk well?" said the young man of the secret department unhappily.

The visitor snorted coldly and turned to face Kaslan.

", Wild Bone Boy. ”

Raphael raised an eyebrow: Obviously, this guy has absolutely no desire to "speak well".

Lord Seri Nicola, the Commander of the White Guards who was supposed to be at the palace gate, stood proudly in front of Kaslan, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

"From now on, this is the internal affairs of the White Guards. ”

Kaslan and Nicola looked at each other.

One side is complex and subtle, and the other side is cold and resentful.

It's as if they want to see something in each other's eyes.

Raphael picked up his long sword and frowned slightly: "You can handle him alone? This guy is difficult to ......"

"Come on. Nicollet interrupted him with an impatient snort.

"A broken old man in his sixties and seventies, who doesn't know when he will die," under Raphael's strange expression, the Meteorite said disdainfully, "The people who will lose to him are probably stupid." (Somewhere in the Dragon Palace, a short man in a cloak sneezes hard as he bites a chicken leg.) ）

Listening to the other party's deliberate sarcasm, Raphael's brows furrowed more and more.

Kaslan watched their interaction with a wry smile.

That kid.

As always, I owe a beating.

Raphael coughed.

"I guess," he reminded Nicollet quietly, and deftly retorted at the same time, "the young and valiant Grand Duke of Piffet before the duel with the old and weakened King Nunn......"

"That's what I thought, too. ”

Nicolas looked back.

And with that came a murderous gaze.

"Alright then," Raphael raised his hands, took two steps back, and raised an eyebrow: "You talk, don't bother." ”

The young man of Mykoe disappeared into the turnaround of the hallway.

Only Kaslan and Nicolas were left in the hallway.

There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.

Nicolai silently looked back at Kaslan.

He opened his mouth to speak, but eventually closed feebly.

Kaslan also stopped talking at the same moment.

The two commanders of the White Blade Guard faced each other in a strange and tense atmosphere.

Finally, Nicolas gritted his teeth.

"Long time no see. The Starfall was the first to speak, a fiercely suppressed anger in his voice.

With difficulty, he called out a salutation that he hadn't shouted in years:

"Boss. ”

Nicolas grinded his teeth and looked complicated.

For twenty years, only someone else called him that.

It's almost time to forget what you call someone that.

Chief.

Kaslan sighed and lowered her head.

"yes. ”

"I'm wondering when I'll see you," Kaslan said gently, also calling out a title he hadn't had in years, "You're late, Thorn." ”

Nicolai's expression flickered slightly.

He snorted.

"Delayed for a moment in front of the palace gate," Nicolai shook his head, looking at Kaslan's eyes that were becoming more and more unkind:

"It's a pity that you can't punish me for running laps anymore. ”

At that moment, Kaslan looked at Nikolai in front of him, and was in a trance.

It's like going back in time.

"In front of the palace gate?" the old man moved slightly.

"You're blocking the soldiers, aren't you?"

"You used that ability of the Soul Breaker Blade......" Kaslan sighed slightly, with deep meaning, and said with a pun, "You know, 'you can't escape'." ”

Nicolas nodded slowly.

"Yes," the Meteorite replied to him with the same name of the Soul Breaker's ability, with a pale face and a cold expression. ”

Nicolai took a step forward, his face cold: "'Shake the ground', former captain of His Majesty Nunn's personal guard, former commander of the White Blade Guard. ”

"Your Excellency Kaslan Rumba. ”

The two were silent for another second.

Wordless sorrow struck Kaslan's heart.

"Thorn," Caslan sighed, his expression lonely and sad, "are you here to question me?"

Nicollet looked at him coldly.

Look at their former commander.

"Nope. ”

The Meteorite said briefly but forcefully:

"That's what Your Majesty is only going to do. ”

Kaslan frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, sir," said Nicolai coldly, his eyes mixed with bitterness and hatred, "I'll send you to him,"