Blood Princess and the Knight

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"Are you really willing to be so busy with injustice?" From under the cloak, the girl's voice sounded like an oriole coming out of the valley, like a silver bell running through the running water.

"I can feel this long-lasting resentment and unwillingness. There is no vegetation for several miles around the place where the bones are buried. If your sanity is still there, you must still be suffering, right?

On the bare soil, a cold wind with no temperature passed across it.

"I can give you a chance, a chance for revenge. But there is no free food in this world. Think clearly." The girl stretched out her slender palm, leaned over and held a piece of wet mud in her hand.

"If you are willing to accept it, as proof, break the longest treetop five meters away.

"Crack." The gentle wind was as sharp as a razor, cutting off the treetops without hesitation.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick. A cold feeling bloomed from the tip of the nose, spreading out to the whole body bit by bit.

Iron Helmet's head shook, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing water droplets that continued to enlarge in his field of vision.

"Tick-tock" - a clear sound fell on the iron helmet and spilled into the cheek along the seam of the helmet.

In the wet and cold environment, Ji Bai, who was confused and confused, quickly understood the current situation.

The wall of the strange castle opened, and the bursting space vortex sucked him and others in. Under the squeeze of the turbulent flow of space, his brain was more or less affected, and he became a little confused.

Ji Bai wasn't sure if he could think about the problem with normal logic now. To put it simply, he didn't know if his head was stimulated while traveling through time and space and he became stupid.

It doesn't look good to stand up and lie on the floor with big letters.

Looking towards the direction where the water droplets fell, there was a very strange plant growing directly above me. The leaves on the stem were drooping in the shape of flowers. The flower heads were hanging down like pancakes, and the leaves beside the flower stamens were drooping. The downcast posture looks like a mature red sorghum.

Unheard of plants, where is this place?

Ji Bai, who was trying to stand up, took a breath of cold air. The pain was like thin silver needles piercing into his bone marrow. His internal organs were being roasted on a scorching flame. It was unbearable pain.

His mind was not clear, and his physical problems were almost forgotten by him.

Estimating the time, the blood threads have penetrated deeply into his organs and heart. The blood vessels have dried up, the body has begun to lose its vitality, the blood transport speed has slowed down, and the body has become cold.

Along the way, did you stumble into the Lost Continent?

Looking at the strange green light in the misty sky, and then glancing at the damaged stone walls and strange-looking plants around him, Ji Bai was convinced that he was not in the desert.

It turns out that the so-called Lost Continent is not in the desert in the strict sense, just because its entrance is in the Lost Desert.

The Lost Continent is actually an independent alien space.

The green sun in the sky told Ji Bai the answer.

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As early as when the spatial singularity appeared, the three of them may no longer be in the desert, but no one noticed it.

The first moment he regained consciousness, Ji Bai touched his waist and breathed a sigh of relief after feeling the touch of the metal sword body.

Even in his current state, an opponent with some strength could press him to the ground and rub him. The sense of security brought by the weapon is probably a kind of psychological comfort.

No wonder I feel that the flow of time has become faster. The original coordinates have long left the material world.

And this seemingly innocuous factor is undoubtedly fatal to Ji Bai, who has very little time left. His life is probably like the candle flickering in the wind and rain, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Ke'er, old man" Helplessly, he called out his companion's name over and over again. "Ke'er, what do you say to Lao Huo? Just give me a squeak!"

How much he hoped to get that familiar response, but his hope was doomed to be in vain. He almost shouted out, but only a belated reply came back to him. It seemed that he was the only one here.

Unbearable pain is often the most debilitating of people's will. Loneliness gradually ferments. Every minute, every second, every breath is a torment that makes life worse than death.

Suicide may be a cowardly escape, but continuing to live may be a humiliation.

Ji Baiyi once thought that he was fearless and determined, but these days in the desert, pathological changes, supernatural phenomena, and the unknown were full of mysteries.

The old knight's will began to decline. He was suffering from illness and could not bear the excruciating pain. His hand kept wandering around the hilt of the sword, clenching it and then loosening it.

The inner struggle and resistance, and the severe pain in the flesh and body are unbearable.

He wanted to draw his sword and kill himself, unwilling to endure the pain that shouldn't be his. At this moment, he realized that he was not fearless.

After all, he is just a human being of flesh and blood. The curses casually thrown by high-level species made him almost give up his faith, and he was worse off than ever.

How weak, what a pitiful ant

"Qiang Qiang!" The silver-sharp sword was unsheathed. He held the sword tightly with trembling hands, and then.

He left vicious blood marks one after another on his arms.

The sharp [Silver Throne] was used for cutting, and the wound was so deep that it even hurt the bones.

“Ahhhh!

The roar was somewhat clear. The knight was leaning on his long sword, dragging his body riddled with wounds and disease, and scanned the surroundings with blurred vision.

Either die in the hands of the enemy, or commit suicide in front of a powerful enemy. This kind of death is too useless, and as expected, I still can't accept it.

This is a resistance to fate, and it is also a resistance of low-level species like ants to high-level species, even though it seems so insignificant.

The unreserved pain of self-mutilation could not even overpower the pain in his body. He staggered as he walked among the dejected ruins. The only thing that accompanied him was the strange green light in the sky and the strange lights coming from the ruins. plant.

These broken stone walls, even if they are damaged, are taller than human city walls. It is difficult to imagine which race these dark city walls were made by.

The stumbling knight passed through the ruins of unrecognizable forms and entered the tall arch. Looking back, he saw that this seemed to be a courtyard. No, it was not a courtyard. This building was so huge that it was unimaginable. It's not a courtyard at all, it's more like a palace.

In front of these tall buildings, my figure seemed so insignificant, like a short-sighted mayfly. I couldn't understand this unpredictable world even with all my imagination.

The writing on the surface of the white stone wall has not yet exhausted its spell power. Ji Bai can feel the surging power contained in it, which is enough to make a low-level species like himself disappear into ashes and no bones left.

The palace, maybe this is the residence of a dignitary somewhere. If you search inside, you may be able to find some clues about the former residents here.

Of course Ji Bai still remembers the rules of the game -

Although he didn't know how far he could go with this broken body.

Speaking of which, it’s not like I’ve never been to the residences of royal nobles. The first time I went there, it was probably a surprise attack on the Duke’s Mansion of the Blood Race.

The vampire duke panicked and rushed to respond to the enemy. The vampire soldiers had no time to reinforce him, and he entered a very strange state.

The sword I used to kill the Duke is somewhat mysterious now that I think about it, as if it was suddenly blessed by something.

"Boom, boom, boom!!" The loud noise broke the tranquility in the ruins, and the stone door flew out, leaving a big dent in the wall.

Ji Bai turned around slowly, seemingly not surprised by the sudden change.

In the land that is suspected to be the Lost Continent, nothing will appear strange.

He clenched the sword in his hand, performed a knightly salute to the figure slowly walking out of the smoke, and then

He suddenly felt that the figure looked familiar.

Under the red robe, the man with a soft and elegant appearance grinned with a cruel smile.

"Duke Fanzhuo stared at the figure emerging from the smoke through the cracks in his helmet. "Why are you here? ?"

"Hahaha, you ask me why I am here? ?" The yin-yin man covered his face and laughed, with a hint of evil grinning at the corner of his mouth. "Of course I'm coming.

"It's lonely to be alone in hell. I've been looking for you. If I don't bring you into hell with me, I won't die willingly!" Duke Fanzhuo looked up to the sky and smiled evilly.

"Come on, Ji Bai! Last time you took advantage of the Duke's weakest moment to launch a sneak attack. This time, let's see who kills whom this time? ?"

Ji Bai showed the [Silver Throne] without any nonsense, and the long sword arced in the air.

[Wrath of the Watcher]

"哐哐!!" The long sword sparked sparks on the arm guard.

"It's disappointing. Is this all you can do, Ji Bai?" The yin-yin man looked at Ji Bai with trembling hands with disdain. "it's over

The red robe behind him was lifted up, like a powerful arm, and he flew Ji Bai away. He hit the stone wall far away and made no movement.

"My mouth was full of the smell of rust, and a few mouthfuls of dark red spilled out of the seam of the helmet, which undoubtedly made things worse for the weak Ji Bai.

This is Duke Fanzhuo's awakening skill (obliteration robe). It is indeed him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Hell is the place you should go to. Come on." The yin-yin man approached slowly and opened his hands, as if Hell had opened its arms to him.

The isolated and helpless knight reached the end. Knowing that he had no chance of winning, he used his last remaining strength to stand up tremblingly and faced the enemy openly.

Use your last courage to face death calmly.

In place, apart from the bloodstains left by himself, where is Count Fanzhuo's figure?

Ji Bai's eyes were dazed, and he searched everywhere for traces of that figure, but found nothing.

Disappeared, as if everything that just happened was just his illusion, but the scarlet patches on the ground made him dare not doubt the reality of the facts.

Aren't you dead? You still have to go on the road.

He trudged through the stone steps, looked at the stone door that had collapsed over an unknown number of years, and stepped over the tall threshold and walked into the room.

The lighting spell has not been extinguished even after countless epochs, and the wick continues to burn to this day.

The entrance seems to be a slightly longer aisle, the lifelike murals, and the annotated text on the side emit a soft light, and there is no violent energy spilled. Their purpose seems to be just for lighting.

The style of the murals is very special. It is not like the oil painting style in the ancient ruins, but more like a sense of realism, so that the sense of reality hits the door.

The creature depicted is very strange, a dragon. A dragon with two wings.

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Unlike those ambiguous descriptions and fabrications, the dragons on these murals are lifelike, with various appearance details and body shapes.

The features are very clear, as if the sculptor has actually seen this kind of creature.

The one who carved these murals was the dragon himself.

This memory-like corridor seems to have no end. The number of dragons in it is gradually increasing, and each mural seems to record the rise and fall of the entire race.

The history contained in the murals was extremely heavy, and it gave Ji Bai a feeling that the contents recorded in these murals were real, truly recording the rise to decline of the Dragon Clan, a prosperous race. process.

It can be vaguely inferred that the historical origins of the Dragon Clan can even be traced back to the First Era. The ninth mural is suspected to be the 'War of the Gods' of the First Era mentioned in the mythology. It is suspected that the gods of each race are standing in different corners. Confront each other.

Located in the center of the corridor, - an unknown race desecrated the totem of the Dragon Clan and was brutally retaliated by the Dragon Clan.

The dragons cursed them, turning them into ugly lizards, and trapped them in a barren land where they could hardly survive for generations. At this point, the history of the Argonians began.

Not only that, the Second Era after the War of the Gods was the period when the Dragon Clan was at its most prosperous. They fought everywhere, enslaved everyone, and surrendered wherever they went. There are buildings left by them almost all over the world.

Naturally, why creatures like dragons uniquely exist in the history of every race? Because they have all been enslaved or defeated by dragons, this will naturally be expressed in myths.

One after another, ancient secrets are revealed, and incredible information is added to one's own meager knowledge.

The corridor has come to an end.

What is strange is that the Dragon Clan praises and praises its own prosperous period, but rarely mentions issues related to its decline and withdrawal from the stage of history.

The last mural stopped at a crusade. The looming dragon tail in the woods proved that the dragon clan had indirectly participated in that battle. After that, the corridor came to an end.

It turns out that the Lost Continent and the Lost Desert were once the territories of the Dragon Clan.

How did the vampire archduke who was killed by himself appear here? Are there other vampires here? Now that the dead Fan Zhuo has appeared, is it possible for her to

The wind started blowing at this moment.

Ji Bai walked out of the corridor room, came to the courtyard, and raised his head consciously.

On the eaves of the tall inner palace, the pure white silver hair was blown up by the wind, and the petite figure looked so familiar.