Kingdom's Bloodline, page 87
Simon's wings vibrated while he was in his True Form.
With his extraordinary speed that surpassed the perception of almost every other sense, he immediately appeared before the elf.
*Boom!*
First, there was a loud sound of air being torn apart, which almost had the ability to blow eardrums apart!
*Tang!*
Then, a loud and sharp noise resounded out of nowhere.
A thick, large, but powerful dark grey claw chafed against Aida's blade and sparkles sprayed out fiercely.
Aida's figure was sent flying after he struck her with his claw.
Due to Simon's incredibly fast movements, the loud sounds of the wind that was stirred up by his movements only arrived much later.
The elf flew more than ten meters away and fell onto the snow-covered ground. She rolled a few times before she hit a tree and stopped.
"Speaking nonsense cannot make you stronger." True Form Simon spoke with a thicker, hoarser voice as he stared coldly at the elf lying on the ground. Her fate was still unknown.
In the next moment, Simon once again moved with extreme speed that triggered sonic booms, and instantly reached the area above Aida to attack her.
He flung his claws downwards and stabbed through Aida's body!
True Form Simon said expressionlessly, "Speed, speed, and also speed. This is my everything, my only power."
Before Istrone Corleone rose to supreme class and transformed into his True Form, there was no one who could match up to his speed in the entire Night Kingdom. It surpassed the speed of sound.
Not even the former King Laurie could match his speed.
Looking sullen, he raised up his huge claw to lift up Aida's…. cloak, and a section of a branch. However, his expression changed.
He realized something. He then immediately turned around and activated his extreme speed, bringing up the loud sounds of the wind in his wake!
But at the exact moment he turned around, an exquisite elf machete stabbed straight into the left side of his chest.
It seemed as if Simon who was the one who moved his chest to the spot in front of the blade.
Simon stared in disbelief at the machete that pierced through his heart in his chest. After that, he stared at the pretty and delicate elf beside him. She was baring quite a large portion of her skin since she was only wearing a set of exquisite Crystal Drop Armor.
"I do not understand." True Form Simon sighed.
"There is only one thing that can defeat speed."
Aida coldly drew out her machete and turned around in a dashing manner.
"And that is perfect prediction."
Simon knelt down on both of his knees.
"No." Simon's body returned to normal. He appeared discouraged and defeated. "It is impossible.
"There is no such thing as perfect prediction in this world."
Simon stared intently at her.
Aida also stared back at him for a really long time.
Finally, the elf sighed, admitting defeat in the staring contest.
"It is very rare that I get a chance to act cool.
"Do not expose me that fast. Yes, I do not know how to predict at all. The previous time I managed to dodge was not because of how nimble I am either…"
Aida pouted and said with dissatisfaction, "It was due to me being a hundred percent sure of your next move."
Simon was alarmed.
'Next move… A hundred percent… How does she do it?'
However, he could only fall to the floor weakly with his mouth wide opened.
Aida pulled back her cloak and her expression suddenly changed. She smacked her forehead, as if she just remembered something.
She put on a long face as she furrowed her brows and mumbled, "Am I still supposed to… protect that brat?"
…
'Patricide?'
Thales' brain was blank as he stared at Serena.
The second prince recalled what she said during their first encounter.
"My cwybaby wittle sister, Katerina, ilwegally seized the wight I inhewited from my father, the Night Wing King. She wusurped the Bwood Ocean Thwone…"
'No. If that is the case...'
"Can someone explain to me what happened?" Thales sighed and stared at the pair of Blood Clan sisters in front of him.
He said bitterly, "I knew it. The queen of a kingdom would not personally be involved in a dangerous situation and chase after a few political refugees without any reason."
'More importantly… my so-called ally—'
"Yes." Serena smiled lightly as she cut off his trail of thoughts and waved her hand at Rolana.
Rolana casually flung Thales towards the black coffin.
Thales painfully crashed onto the stone coffin headfirst.
"That is not all, my dear Thales," Serena gently said.
In front of her, Night Queen Katerina's expression abruptly changed!
Serena could be heard enunciating her words clearly with a smile on her face.
"Her motive of coming here personally is for this coffin. This is the only weapon that can tackle the Mystics."
A shudder wrecked through Thales' body!
Serena could be heard laughing as she said, "The legendary anti-mystic equipment.
"The Dark Night Black Coffin."
Thales was stunned as he stared at the black coffin beneath him.
This coffin… that he once climbed into was actually... the only weapon that could attack the Mystics?
The legendary anti-mystic equipment?
However, Serena had yet to finish her speech.
She stared at Katerina's murderous gaze and said her next words with a sigh.
"In this coffin, there is someone imprisoned within its seemingly seamless dark black slab stones… from thousands of years ago…"
Thales' pupils started to contract as his breathing sped up.
Then, Serena spat out the final words, "A Mystic."
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Thales' brain stopped working for three seconds before he could think again.
'Inside this is…
'A Mystic?
'Are you serious?!'
Thales still had fear lingering in his heart when he recalled the Air Mystic and his 'human ball'. Then he exhaled, "Fortunately, he is sealed in it…"
Katerina Corleone looked at Thales' reaction and frowned deeply.
Serena, on the other hand, had a smile on her face as she shook her head and licked her lips. "You have misunderstood me."
Thales lifted his head in confusion.
"This Mystic was not 'sealed', but imprisoned."
"Sealing lasts forever.
"As for imprisonment," Serena stared at Thales' ghastly expression and pointed towards the black coffin beneath him as she chuckled, "that Mystic can be released at any moment."
The moment she finished her speech, Thales lowered his head in disbelief as he stared at the black coffin beneath him. He felt its cold temperature.
'Release?'
Soon after, his face was filled with terror. He jumped off as swift as a clap of thunder, like he was sitting on an ejector seat!
If Jines was there, she would have probably felt very gratified that her training finally showed results.
He urgently leapt off the black coffin and fell onto the snowy ground. He just wanted to be as far away as he could from that black coffin!
"Are you crazy?!"
Thales yelled at the giggling Serena in anger and confusion.
"How could you keep something—where a Mystic could get out of anytime… for a whole month!"
Serena laughed nonchalantly.
"This is nothing. The Corleone Family has guarded this secret for more than six hundred years.
"Otherwise, why do you think our Night Queen would be willing to travel thousands of miles across the sea and bring along the elite Sacred Blood Army?
"This was the Corleone Family and my father's promise to the Blood Spike Empress that year. It concerns the Corleone Family as well as the Night Kingdom's life and death!"
Thales listened to her speech in a daze.
His brain started to work by itself.
'More than six hundred years… This is a suspicious number.
'Blood Spike Empress? Such a familiar title.
'This is not right.
'Throughout the Peninsula, almost all of the countries' leaders have different levels of power from the archdukes to the kings. However, the only people who were known as emperors were those from the Ancient Empire and the Final Empire's emperors, correct?
'Why would there be an 'empress'? Could it be one of the Empire's many emperors from ancient times?
'It is possible, after all, the Blood Clansmen' life span…
'Wait a minute.'
Thales suddenly quivered.
It was not his first time hearing this title.
Thales' brain revealed a memory from a long time ago.
It was from the scariest enemy he had ever met— the mumblings of the Air Mystic.
"Accidents, accidents. Haha. I am starting to understand Empress Hellen's source of strength."
The Blood Spike Empress.
Empress Hellen.
Their titles were both empress.
Also… the life and death of the Corleone Family?
Thales furrowed his brows in deep thought.
Right at that very moment, Katerina cut her off with a cold voice, "Enough.
"These are all the family's top secrets. They cannot be announced to the public."
Serena laughed happily as she pouted at Thales. "That is right. But now, he already knows about it. What do we do?"
Thales felt his skin crawl when he looked at Katerina's purple eyes that had switched to him.
Her eyes were pure, sparkling, enchanting, and also… overflowing with murderous intent.
"It seems like you know what a Mystic is," the queen said coldly, "How unfortunate."
Thales shuddered all of a sudden.
"Wait!" Thales was confused and flustered as he glanced at the smiling Serena. Then, he switched his gaze towards the murderous Katerina.
'This is bad.
'Wait, no.'
"The secret must be guarded," Katerina could be heard saying slowly.
Thales' brain started to operate at a crazy speed that surpassed his usual thinking rate!
The Night Queen stared at him quietly as her right hand started to transform into pure white, sharp claws.
"Wait a minute!" Thales was anxious as he struggled against the ropes that tied his hands.
The next moment, Katerina's figure disappeared from his sight.
Thales instantly felt the shadow of death looming over his body!
…
Two enormous, pitch-black monsters with huge wings collided face on into each other. They did not slow down even in the slightest bit before the crash in the air.
*Bang!*
It felt as if the air shook in that moment!
The smaller monster shuddered. He let out a muffled groan, and trembled as he flew backwards.
The bigger monster got the upper hand. He utilized his ferocious fist that was covered with spurs and sharp claws. With a ton of force, he struck hard against his opponent's left chest!
Blood flew and splattered everywhere!
"Do you want to compete with me in terms of strength, citizen of the Empire?" Hestad asked fiercely in his transformed voice.
Chris roared angrily as he held onto the wound on his left chest. He flapped his huge wings to rapidly fly backwards.
But Hestad had no intention of letting him go.
Hestad's True Form was more inclined towards a dark brown color. Compared to his opponent, he was more violent and bigger in size, his spurs and sharp claws were even sharper, and his pitch-black skin was fully-covered with a hard, external shell. From afar, he looked like a black warrior covered in full armor.
His thick and heavy wings were stirred up strong gusts of wind as he lunged at Chris.
True Form Chris clenched his sharp teeth tightly against each other and lifted up his arms to block the attack.
*Rip!*
Sharp claws tore open Chris' right arm.
Blood once again gushed out violently.
"We know each other too well, and we both know how this battle is going to end!" Hestad roared and bared his sharp teeth while he continued to attack. "Every battle we had before the throne always ended in my victory!"
His claw pierced through Chris' right shoulder. Chris cried out in anger and in pain as black blood oozed out, drenching Hestad's palm.
Hestad flapped his wings and restrained Chris, who was too weak to move. Then both of them fell towards the ground with astonishing momentum!
Immediately afterwards, he clenched his right fist and threw a punch forward without holding back!
*Boom!*
He used his extremely powerful fist and knocked Chris to the ground!
Huge cracks appeared on the snowy ground due to the explosion caused by their scary strength.
Snow and dust dissipated entirely, after which the sinister figures of the two Blood Clansmen's True Form were revealed. The bigger figure was firmly pinning the smaller figure to the ground.
The strong Hestad used his fist to press against Chris as he coldly said, "See, it's precisely this kind of ending.
"No one can block my power, and no one can break my armor—it is the perfect balance between attack and defense.
"How can you even stand a chance?"
It seemed like Chris' injuries were extremely serious. His chest caved in due to Hestad's brute strength.
But surprisingly, his cheeks were still moving, and he gave out a broken smile even though he was dying. "Yes, I still remember the Night Wing King praising your ability.
"'Strength, speed, resistance. The simpler the ability, the deadlier it is.' That was what he said."
Chris coughed out a mouthful of black blood as he laughed and said, "Battle Wing Hestad Corleone and Flash Wing Simon Corleone respectively led the Sacred Blood Army's shock troops and reconnaissance soldiers. Under their joint hands, they were almost unbeatable in the frontlines of the war in the peninsula…" The old butler closed his eyes and sneered lightly
Hestad's expression slowly changed.
"But you were Dark Wing Chris Corleone and His Majesty's most trusted military counselor as well as assistant. Do you remember that?" Hestad's expression turned cold as he cut off the old butler.
"Along with the logistics official Red Wing Lee Corleone, we were the Night King's Fearsome Four Wings. Our name intimidated every country in the Eastern Peninsula!"
Hestad clenched his teeth and trembled as he looked at Chris. His eyes were filled with hatred.
"Three hundred years ago, we were His Majesty's strongest wings. We followed him over the Sea of Eradication and went on an expedition on the other side of the world!
"During that era, we owned the Sea of Eradication's east bank and twenty percent of Eternal Oil's rations, as well as fifteen percent of the Eastern Peninsula's Crystal Drop Ore!
"Grand Banquet Hill's Five Clans would send in letters every single month in hopes to maintain their status and join the Night Wing King's troops! Even Wild Vast Mountain's Silver Wolves, Sele Prairies' Red Wolves, Desert, Glacier, and also Black Mountain's Three Great Orc Tribes, would all send someone to express their sincerity towards His Majesty!"
Chris sighed sadly when he heard these things, whereas Hestad clenched his teeth. His sinister face was filled with an eerie coldness.
"During the Peninsular War, even the two extremes of the Eastern Peninsula, Mane et Nox Dynasty and Hanbol did not recklessly overlook Night Kingdom and how powerful His Majesty was. They looked upon him as the supreme commander of the allied armies while they curried his favor in fear!
"We once worked as one and crushed Eckstedt's main forces along with their pride into pieces at Arunde Castle! His Majesty personally took the King of Wrath's head!
"Back in the day, we tore the dwarfs' armors apart and turned their weapons into scrap metal. We also trapped the Sacred Tree Kingdom's Elf Army in Beacon Illumination City!
"At Arunde Castle, we killed all of the reinforcements from Constellation and Camus until not a single one of them was left!"
Chris, whose chest had caved in from the strike earlier, was strenuously gasping for air as he closed his eyes tightly.
"At Prestige Orchid Snowland, all of us gathered behind His Majesty's flag, with Chara, Kaplan and also Midier, the three most outstanding heroes of the Western Peninsula, or even the entire human history. We launched the world's most magnificent battle, the Final Battle of Historical Poetry after the Battle of Eradication!
"From the Battle of Eradication, the start of that hellish battlefield, until the eve of the Fourth Peninsular War… we had always fought together with His Majesty… for an entire four hundred years!"
Chris lowered his head and sighed.
Hestad's red pupils were flaming with rage and hatred. "But you, you damned citizen of the Empire, you betrayed the Corleone Family after His Majesty's death!
"How dare you!
"Chris Corleone!
"Without His Majesty granting you your rebirth, your last name, and your power...
"You would have only been a small lieutenant general of the Final Empire. You would be waiting for your death with your eyes closed in a pile of dead people!
"Chris Tammul Linka!
"Without His Majesty, you are nothing!
"How dare you betray him and surrender to the murderer who killed His Majesty!
"How dare you!"
The two sinister Blood Clansmen in their True Forms were panting harshly as they remained silent for a while.
At this moment, Chris, who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and he involuntarily laughed.
"Ah, since you mentioned that tyrant, there is one point that you still do not know." Chris licked the blood at the corner of his lips and lifted up his pitch-black head. His expression was full of derision. "Do you know why the Night Wing King always yelled 'stop' when you got the upper hand every time we fought?"
Hestad brought his opponent closer to his sinister face and laughed. "His Majesty feared that a loser like you would be crushed by my fist?"
