Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 681 Non-Alcohol in a Bottle (Part 2)

Chapter 681 Non-Alcohol in the Bottle (Part 2)

For... the Blood Bottle Gang?

Hearing this sentence, Catherine's pupils shrank!

The next moment, the laughter of the red viper came faintly.

"Two against one," Nekra's arm gradually exerted strength, pressing down the arm claw of the phantom blade, he grinned, "Is it okay?"

On the left, Fogg snorted softly, and he used his long knife to make Kathleen's hand tremble:

"Catherine, do you know how hard it is to get you out of the royal capital, out of the heavily guarded crowd, and into the Emerald City?"

Hook into the Emerald City…

At that moment, Kathleen understood something.

She took a resentful breath and called out the names of her two most trusted subordinates:

"Matthew! Sedat! Quickly—"

But before her subordinates could react, Ping in the back pulled his left hand again.

ding dong…

In the next second, the chaotic weapon puppet that was picked up by Fogg and dropped to the ground opened again and burst out the next round of blades.

This time, Kathleen, who was firmly held up by the two, couldn't dodge in time, and could only watch the blades fly, all embedded in her abdomen!

"Ugh!"

Catherine groaned in pain, but she insisted on clenching her teeth and twisting herself, breaking away from the two men's attack between the crackles of her arms, bringing out a **** flower.

But her good use is over.

Fogg seemed to know what she was going to do, and the long knife turned, intersecting the rotating arm of the magic blade.

scoff!

Flesh torn apart.

Catherine clutched her left shoulder and fell into a pool of blood. A second later, her broken left arm, which was still clutching the weapon, circled in the air and landed in front of her with a crackling sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Kathleen's screams shook the entire warehouse - the pain in her abdomen and arms only reached her brain.

This time, everything happened in just a few seconds.

In the tragic howl of the phantom blade, everyone was stunned.

"Big sister!"

Matthew - Kathleen's thugs charged forward with a roar.

But Nekra, whose face was covered in blood, came to him with a grin.

This time, he didn't hold back any longer, he used all his strength, chopped Matthew to the ground with two seemingly easy knives, and then filled his throat with a blood-stained blade.

On the other side, Sedat had already fallen under the siege of Fogg's men.

what is this?

Glover looked at all this in surprise, his eyes kept going back and forth between the indifferent Ferg and the dying Catherine:

This is... the Blood Bottle Gang?

He was not the only one who was surprised. After a few seconds, everyone reacted, and Franco of Emerald City was the first to exclaim:

"Boss, Boss Fogg! Why are you, why-"

Frog sighed and turned around.

scoff!

In the sound of the blade cutting into the flesh, Franco looked at Ferg in disbelief.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Fergie pulled the knife out of Franco's chest without changing his face, pushed him down, and wiped the blood from his face, "Frango, you are annoying. The stinky field record, among so many fish, you are the most cunning, and even the last member is not clean."

"Big sister! No!"

Roger howled and split the two people in his way:

"Frog, you bastard—"

But the next second, he encountered obstacles.

"You shouldn't regret it, dung," Gutierrez held Roger's arm tightly, "Shouldn't."

Roger was about to say something when Gamandia stepped forward, took a deep breath, and stabbed him in the stomach.

On the other side, Tarimi, who also regretted coming to Kathleen's camp, turned pale and looked at everyone:

"You...you are all, all of you?"

Fergie looked at him silently, like a dead man.

The blood-covered Nekra looked at Tarimi and showed a hideous smile: "Guess?"

"No, Boss Nekra, no no no, sorry, I'm just, I'm just..."

But the panicked Tarimi didn't have time to speak, and was surrounded by several of Ferg's cronies, and then fell down screaming.

In the shadows, countless blades mixed with cold light and blood light, going up and down.

Among the remaining people, Jaga shouted and wanted to run out of the warehouse, but Gutierrez knocked him down with a punch, Sangare tutted forward and drew a dagger:

"It's for business, old man."

For a while, the clerk Franco, the bad shoemaker Jaga, the newspaper seller Zeka, and the good Tommy all fell down in screams.

"Frog, you're not going to die—ah!"

"If you want to kill it, you will have to stab it - scoff!"

"Please, I didn't do anything—yah!"

In this way, Fogg's subordinates cooperated with Nekra's subordinates, plus some local anti-water people in the Emerald City, they followed the steps and began to encircle and suppress the forces loyal to Kathleen.

After a while, only the palpitating sound of gasping and the unbearable smell of blood remained in the warehouse.

"So…"

Beside the round table, the barber Balta, who had been shrinking in the corner during the battle, raised his head and sighed: "Is it over?"

"It's still far away."

Nekra snorted coldly, he turned his head:

In a pool of blood, Catherine the "phantom blade", who was seriously injured and had only one arm left, crawled towards the wall with blood on her face, trying her best to sit up.

Glover looked back at Rolfe subconsciously: the latter sat in the corner blankly, watching the general trend go away, and he was still struggling with the phantom blade.

Before the zombies could react, Zimikas suddenly turned over from under the two corpses, and pulled Glover down and squatted down: "It's alright, it's alright, I can understand the situation, we are the boss of Fergie. Servant, it's alright..."

On the other side, Kathleen shivered as she tore her clothes, wrapped her broken arm tightly, and tried to stop the bleeding:

"Why, Fergie, why?"

Step, step, step, step.

Fogg stepped forward slowly and dropped his long knife.

"Because he wants you to taste it."

The wanderer's eyes at the moment are extremely complicated:

"The taste of betrayal."

Catherine lost her spirits and was shocked when she heard the words:

"Who?"

Fergie smiled and said nothing.

Catherine was silent for a while, then smiled hopelessly, and turned to the other person:

"Nekra, so, you pretended to come to seize Fogg's power, and then let Fogg come to me for help..."

The red viper shook his head with a tut:

"I said, I'm just here to help."

Help?

Kathleen turned her head back tremblingly.

"Xiaohong, your brain is not so good," she said intermittently, as if she was enduring great pain with every breath, "and you, Fogg, you are not so courageous..."

The blood-red Catherine hugged her shoulders and gave a weak smile.

"Tell me, who is supporting you? Who is behind the bad idea? Is it the North Star?"

Glover frowned upon hearing this.

right now.

"What about you, little knife?"

A voice that had not appeared before, came from the darkness of the warehouse:

"In the beginning, who supported you and gave you the idea?"

This is…

Hearing this voice, Glover was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably familiar.

With this voice, a figure gradually approached from the dark and slowly came to Kathleen.

Neither Nekra nor Fogg said a word, they just stood there silently.

"You, who are you?"

Catherine frowned as she looked at the approaching figure:

"Why, why are you covering your face?"

Masked?

The figure gradually became clearer:

I saw that the people who came were wrapped in airtight black cloth from head to toe, and even their eyes were protected by a pair of black goggles.

In the next second, Glover's pupils shrank!

It's him.

he!

"Who is that? Is that in our gang?" Tsimikas asked in confusion.

Glover ignored him, but turned to Rolf in the corner subconsciously, looking anxious.

Rolfe also frowned and nodded to him.

Exactly.

he.

is that... the black-clothed killer with supernatural powers.

The one who entered the house and killed the wool merchant...

The Star Lake Guards who came here, the guy who beat the **** out of water!

"Damn, no wonder I just lost my mind for a while, I thought..."

Glover sighed and tapped his head hard,

Oops.

If he finds out…

Don't think, don't think, don't think...

Wait, killer in black...what is he doing here?

Thinking of this, Glover pulled Tsimikas in front of him and lowered his posture to avoid attracting attention.

The black-clothed killer passed the gangs one by one, and everyone was in a trance as he passed by.

Finally, he came to Kathleen and looked down at her who was struggling.

"masked because I'm ugly - revenge, always ugly and hideous."

Revenge…

Catherine's eyes barely focused.

etc.

"Your voice is familiar... Who are you? What grudges do we have?" She forced herself to sit up.

The killer in black sneered.

"Guess what, little knife," he whispered to the seriously injured woman under his feet, "Who am I?"

small knife, small knife…

Kathleen's breathing quickened.

"You, why do you call me that?" Her tone was inexplicable panic.

"You forgot? I've called you like that for many years," the killer in black said calmly, as if he was chatting at home. "If you don't like it, why don't you say it at the beginning?"

He lowered his head and said in a friendly tone:

"Small knife?"

called you that for many years…

Kathleen struggled to get up, but eventually fell down again.

"Take off the face towel! You, who is he?" She began to panic, and looked at the red viper and the homeless person subconsciously.

But Nekra and Fergie just turned their heads away and remained silent.

There was silence in the warehouse.

Until the man in black spoke again:

"I remember, we specially picked that day to start because it was raining heavily that day, so we could better hide our whereabouts."

It’s raining a lot…

Catherine was taken aback.

"Chenza, Rhoda, Morris, and even other masters in the capital at that time... As always, we are fully prepared for every enemy that may obstruct." The man in black said softly.

Catherine's eyes slowly widened.

The words of the man in black continued: "As for the place to start, we chose the underground street first. Later, the information changed, and it was changed to a waste house. The information said that the more unrelated people present, the more it can interfere with the action mode of Black Sword..."

Black sword?

Catherine looked at the man in black in disbelief:

"impossible…"

The man in black chuckled, as if sighing and sentimental:

"I remember that everyone was there at the time, working step by step, dividing labor and cooperating, including you, Little Knife."

Kathleen turned over suddenly, screaming in agony.

But she seemed to try her best to stay away from the man in black in front of her:

"You, you, who are you?"

"Who!!"

Phantom Blade screamed, his voice full of fear.

No one answered her.

Nekra turned his head sideways, as if he didn’t want to look at the man in black, while Fogg frowned, hiding everything from his eyes.

Damn.

Glover thought quickly: It seems that this black-clothed killer has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang, but... what is the relationship? What kind of hatred do you have with Kathleen?

The man in black chuckled softly. He raised his head and looked at the dark and dim warehouse.

"A century ago, the Red King John was tyrannical and ruthless, using military force, prohibiting alcohol and expropriating food, making the entire Kingdom of Stars in dire straits, and the people living in poverty."

He suddenly began to tell the story, in an ethereal tone.

Catherine was stunned.

"Under the poverty and sorrow, a veteran soldier risked beheading to smuggle grain and wine from the desert to support his family."

"The world is difficult, people's livelihood is difficult, people need alcohol, need to be drunk, need to dream, need to be numb and self-deception, so the soldier's business is getting bigger and bigger, the business routes are getting wider and wider, and the team has more and more people..."

The next second, the man in black said suddenly:

"Until one day, he was finally caught by the king's pickets."

Catherine trembled uncontrollably when she heard this story.

"The pickets took his smuggled wine and asked him if he knew what was in the bottle, and then asked him if he knew the prohibition was handed down by the king..."

"And that soldier, he pulled out his knife for the last time, laughing loudly..."

The words of the man in black hide an indescribable coldness:

"The bottle is not wine, but the blood of the people."

He stopped talking and looked at the blood-stained, disheveled, trembling Catherine by the wall:

"So, do you remember the second half of his sentence? Small knife?"

Catherine raised her head in a trance and looked at the killer in black in disbelief.

She seemed to be controlled by some force, even if she was distracted, she finished the second half of the sentence:

"Country, country, country, country..."

I don't know if it was fear or nervousness. In a trance, she couldn't say what she said.

The next moment, the man in black spoke in anger without warning:

"Say!"

Catherine shuddered suddenly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in a fantasy, dripping with cold sweat.

, who was on the side of Fergie, couldn't stand it any longer. He sighed deeply and took the next sentence:

"There is no king in the country, only tyrants."

Fergie sighed:

"This is the story that Turnbull gang master told while wiping the old scarred armor that night before he set off to ambush Black Sword - the origin of the Blood Bottle Gang."

There is no king in the country.

Just a tyrant.

Blood Bottle Gang?

Catherine gradually came to her senses, and when she heard this, she gritted her teeth and looked at the man in black angrily.

"No, it's impossible, who are you..."

This time, the man in black didn't hesitate any more, he pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome face.

Glover frowned: He didn't know the man.

But depending on the age...at most thirty.

Who is he?

But Kathleen was different.

She scrutinized the face carefully, and her expression became more and more shocked.

The next second, Kathleen shuddered and collapsed to the ground.

"No, no, no, no wine in a bottle, no wine in a bottle..."

Phantom Blade's voice became quieter, her eyes were blank and unbelievable:

"How is this possible?"

The man in black snorted coldly and pulled up his mask again.

"Have a taste, little knife, betrayal," he turned, "do it."

Fergie nodded slightly.

Glover, who was watching, closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

This is "come out to mix".

Just like the Mertessa who was guarding the abandoned house in the capital.

Well, now, it's finally time for them to go and report the situation to—

A breeze blew past, blowing Kathleen's tousled hair.

Hmm, wind?

Glover, who was hiding behind the gang, was taken aback.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked at the corner:

I don't know when, Rolfe was no longer there.

"hu~hu~"

The wind was getting louder and louder, making the door in the warehouse bang.

Glover anxiously searched for the trail of the ghost with the wind, but he suddenly found that on the wall in front of him, several dusts were blown away by the breeze, and the blank space was just formed to form two words:

【You, escape】

At that moment, the zombie understood something.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, pushed away Tsimikas who was so scared that he was hanging on him, and stood up abruptly!

No no no no…

Do not!

Damn! That bastard, don't!

"hu, hu, hu-"

In the wind, the man in black was the first to raise his head.

"This is..." Fergie wondered.

And when the wind was too loud, everyone felt something was wrong.

In this harsh wind, the desperate woman who fell in a pool of blood hugged her broken arm and raised her head absentmindedly.

At that moment, the first member of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eldest sister, Kathleen the "phantom blade" realized in a trance:

got windy.

(end of this chapter)