Chapter 688: Different descent (down)

   Chapter 688 Unusual Descending (Part 2)
ah?
   At that moment, Thales was stunned.
  She's here, this... ran away?
   Lausanne, who was full of murderous intent, also froze.
   The two of them couldn't react to this scene.
   "Hey, wait a minute—"
   Thales was in a hurry, but as soon as he said the words, Xi Lai disappeared into the darkness and was no longer to be seen.
   After a while, even the sound of her footsteps disappeared in the gurgling water.
  So…
   Thales twitched the corners of his mouth.
   Is it so unethical?
   I'm your face anyway, um, the nominal blind date—although the meal money is paid by your brother.
   After a few seconds, Thales turned back stiffly, looked at the killer in black in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.
   Terrible, terrible.
   After a few seconds, the two of them came back to their senses at the same time.
   "Tsk tsk tsk, oh," Lausanne sighed as she looked in the direction where Xi Lai disappeared, "Wow."
  Eh, what does he mean?
   Thales was so embarrassed by him that he was so embarrassed.
   What does he mean by 'wow'?
what! What's the meaning!
   This Lausanne II, isn't he a killer?
  Damn, why so much nonsense!
   Do you still want to fight!
  Come on, three hundred rounds of battle!
   The next second, looking at Thales with an awkward expression, Lausanne II seemed to know what he was thinking, and his figure instantly bullied him!
  The battle resumes.
   Thales was shocked, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and he also bullied him forward, with sharp edges!
  Wyana is ruthless, Shirai is ruthless.
   Now, he can only hope that Rolf and Glover wake up soon.
   Thales was like a mad dog, trying his best to cause the most trouble for the other party.
  If it really doesn’t work…
   At this moment, Thales' ears moved.
   "Sagu Mo Rada...Ima La Haye..."
   That was Shirai's voice, it came from the depths of the tunnel behind him, and was caught in his ears by the senses of hell.
   "I La Faoso..."
   It was a shallow murmur, like a murmur in a dream, but also like a folk tune, but all of it was incoherent, illogical, like different syllables that were incompatible with each other being forcibly put together, I don’t know what it meant.
   During the battle, Thales frowned.
Ok?
what is this?
  What is she doing?
   But the battle should not be distracted.
  Swipe twice, and with Luosang's clever step forward, the boy's dagger was emptied without any surprise.
   But the experienced Thales was not afraid, and the dagger shot out!
   As expected, Luosang's figure moved sharply again, completely dodging the strange dagger.
  The corners of Thales' mouth curled up, he looked at the direction where the dagger disappeared, held his left hand, waited for JC to return to his hand obediently, and then let it avoid interception in the air and go straight to the target...
   But at this moment, the long sword in Lausanne's hand also flew out, and the hilt slammed into Thales' left hand!
"Forehead!"
   Thales groaned in pain, his left hand trembled!
   Damn!
   He couldn't hold the dagger, so he couldn't apply the initial kinetic energy to it...
With a bang, the JC dagger magically appeared in front of Lausanne again, but this time, it fell limply to the enemy's feet.
   No threat.
shit!
   Thales was shocked, but the Lausanne II in front of him smiled slightly, and he had already deceived him, turning his fingers into knives!
   went straight to Thales' side chin.
boom!
  
beep—

The moment    was hit on the chin by his opponent, Thales only felt a buzzing sound in his ears.
   At the same moment, all the sounds turned into a buzzing tinnitus.
   includes Hillary's murmur.
   "Madoua Ka Yehara...Imael Jacques Lo...beep-"
However…
   "beep-beep-beep-"
  When he lost consciousness, in the senses of hell, the strange syllables that Shirai chanted in the depths of the tunnels magically changed their voices and intonations in the buzzing tinnitus...
  【…Your mother groaned endlessly, the birth and death are all in a blur, the beginning and the end…]
   They turned into another language that Thales couldn’t hear, but somehow understood the meaning:
  【…The Ru Vessel stretches endlessly, traversing the multi-layered realms, ending and beginning… 】
   Confusion, pain, regret, unpleasantness, expectation, sadness... Hundreds of feelings intersect in an instant.
  […I see the indistinguishable way in ancient times, the bright bridge is unobstructed and unobstructed, and all aspects are one…]
   Thales raised a question in a daze:
What's this?
  【…I have a boat of chaos on the other side, across the vast vastness of soup, the world is inseparable…]
   In the next second, Thales' eyes went black and he completely lost control of his body.
  
  Emerald City, the sunset is west.
  Tomund Mallos stood expressionlessly in this overgrown clearing, dressed like an ordinary traveler.
   He listened silently to the noise of the streets of Emerald City in the distance, and his mind was unclear.
   Until the second escort, Gianluca Conmutto appeared breathlessly behind him.
   "No, sir, the trace of His Highness will be cut off around here. There are few people here, and there are no witnesses. We...we can't search."
   Then why not continue searching?
   Mallos turned and looked at Hugo Forby, the flag-bearer on the other side.
  Why are you still stupid enough to run to pay back, wasting time and energy?
   "It's hard work," Mallos replied calmly, "Try other methods, such as local connections?"
  Conmutuo nodded and turned to leave.
   "Lord!"
  Second-Class Pioneer Officer, Ollie Oskarsen hurried over and crossed Conmutto.
   "The Pioneer Wing code that the Glover Pioneer has drawn along the way, this is the last one," he was rather resentful, "We couldn't find the next one—damn, he should be nearby!"
  Then you should dig three feet into the ground.
   Mallos nodded.
  Even if you dig into the Hell River and the Kingdom of Heaven, you should dig them out.
  Why are you still complaining here?
   also looked irritated, as if this could be of any help.
Is    waiting for someone to comfort him?
   "Don't be in a hurry," Mallos said calmly and reassuringly, "There is a reason for the incident. Look for the secret doors and secret passages in the streets. Maybe he escaped into some lanes that we don't know about."
  Oscarson took a deep breath and ordered to leave:
"Yes, sir."
   Mallos watched their backs go away, staying still, letting the shadow cast by the setting sun cover half of their faces.
  A black letter crow swept over his head and circled twice until Hugo Forby, who was beside him, held a directional stone, raised his arm, let it land, and took off the letter on the letter crow's leg.
"Duke Jenn's parade has ended. He is on his way back to the palace. He should have received the news." The flag officer, Forbey, read the letter with a serious expression. Butler De is also here, Zhen Wyah, um, I mean Wyah's attendant is trying to delay it, but we, I'm afraid we can't hide it."
Grass.
   Mallos said silently.
   "Let the attendant tell them that Miss Hille has invited His Highness to spend the night together," Mallos' expression did not change, and he remained calm, "Although they can find out by themselves."
His highness, who was troublesome and did not listen to advice and preferred to make his own decisions, along the way, whether it was the mute who used to be a gangster, or the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, or even the troublesome girl Aarend, who knew at a glance The black lion cub with bad intentions behind him, he let in some random people, making the whole team messy.
   So there is today's embarrassment.
   He's still fascinated, hanging out with Kevin Deere's daughter, even D.D can see that the girl has a lot of secrets, not a fuel-efficient lamp...
  Forby nodded, sketched a message, and re-released the letter crow.
   A few minutes later, Majoros' old subordinate, the special herald, Huerle Toledo, came to return to his order. He shook his head and looked ashamed.
   "Sorry, lord, still can't find it... We, we let you down."
   Mallos sighed softly.
   No, no, exactly, you let the kingdom down.
   "It's hard work," Mallos turned his head back and comforted him, "It's not your fault that the accident happened and the situation happened suddenly."
   As for me, well, I had no hope for you.
   These rubbish.
   Wine bag and rice bag.
   For so long, I have been raised by the soft and glutinous master who has no dignity and no dignity, and has lost his spirit.
   Including him, Tormund Mallos himself.
   It's a shame for the Royal Guard.
   Mallos smiled and patted Toledo on the shoulder encouragingly:
   "Keep searching, tell the brothers, and do your best."
   After returning to Xinghu Fort, he will increase the training cost by 30% and reduce the vacation time by half...
   More than three times the amount of training.
   until the drill dies.
  If they still have their lives to return to Star Lake Castle, and they are not derelict in their duties, the long-awaited Deputy Guard Captain Vogel will be imprisoned in the prison of bones until they die of old age.
"Grass."
   Forby spoke suddenly, interrupting them.
  Toledo was puzzled for a while:
   "The official pavilion, what? What grass?"
  Hugo Forby didn't speak, just looked at Mallos.
   Following the flag officer's eyes, the watchman squatted down and gently lifted up a bunch of grass on the ground.
   The next second, the bunch of weeds in his hand turned yellow, shrunken, blackened, and shriveled to the naked eye, and finally fell down.
   Just a touch of powder.
   "This grass is dying a bit fast."
  Toledo looked at the powder left by the bunch of weeds and said in surprise:
   "A species unique to Emerald City?"
Do not.
   is not "a little bit faster".
   is abnormally fast.
  Marios raised his head, and the grass in front of him, far or near, fast or slow, showed signs of withering gradually.
   He frowned deeply, his expression solemn.
   And he was sure that this was definitely not the Emerald City breed.
   "Toledo, bring the brothers back, everyone."
   The watchman's expression didn't change, but the speed of the order was a little faster: "Investigate the location of the withered weeds and find out the origin - just like a fire, there is always a fire."
   Although he was puzzled, Toledo did not hesitate, and he gestured to the distance.
   Close the team, gather.
  Itariano, who was high up, put away his telescope and responded with a bird call.
   Mallos picked up a few more bunches of weeds, watched them slowly turn black and wither, and then looked at Forby's flag officer.
   "Lord," Toledo couldn't help asking, "you, do you know what this is?"
   Mallos was silent for a while, then nodded:
   "We're in trouble."
"what?"
  Toledo was still puzzled.
"This phenomenon was first recorded in the ancient scriptures of the Mingshen Church," Mallos squeezed the weed powder in his hand and explained softly, "The abnormal signs that are obviously different from the four-season climate, such as dry rivers and swamps, fertile land cracks, Frost in the midsummer, scorching winter in the cold, and even the deceased come to life, and the remnant recovers... Hugo, what's the record of the flag wing?"
   Bannerman Hugo Forby narrowed his eyes.
"Most of the time, this means that there is an existence outside the world, ignoring the supreme taboo of the creation of the gods, and using various means to cross the insurmountable boundary wall," Forbe's flag official said lightly, "They come to this world, like boiling oil and falling into water. Or a meteor falls to the ground, causing the law to reverse, and the law to fall out of order..."
   Mallos nodded lightly and took over the conversation:
   "Let the ordinary be unusual, and the unusual even more unusual."
  Toledo was at a loss:
   "Existence outside the world? Reversal? Anomie? What do you mean? Doomsday?"
  Hugo flag officer shook his head:
"From the Myojin Church to the Holy Sun Faith, and even today's Sunset Shrine, the clergy call this a holy sign or a miracle, indicating that there will be divine envoys from the heavens descending to the world to perform miracles, or mortal prophets will be sanctified and spread. God's will..."
   "Angel, miracle, prophet, divine providence?"
   Toledo was puzzled: "Now? In the Emerald City?"
   "That's just what the church says."
   Mallos stood up and patted the dust on his body.
   "As for the others, to be precise, the mages of the Magic Tower have called this phenomenon for thousands of years..."
   The watchman looked at the withering grass around him, his tone solemn:
   "Different descent."
  
"Snapped!"
   A burning pain came from his face.
   "Wake up, fake Huaya!"
   Wyah?
  Why Wyah?
   In the white smoke, Thales just opened his eyes in confusion when he saw a slap hit him!
Ok?
   Thales exclaimed, and instinctively grabbed the slap, only to realize that the person in front of him was Miss Shiley.
   "Very good, you're awake!" Sheila was surprised and delighted, and pulled him up from the ground.
  Yes, I woke up.
   Thales found himself still in the tunnel, and for some reason, there was a faint peculiar white smoke around him, as if someone was smoking in the tunnel below.
   "What's up with this smoke? Smoke bombs? Your magic?"
   Xilai frowned slightly:
   "Well, is that right?"
   In confusion, Thales shook his buzzing head:
   "I, how long have I fainted?"
   "Five seconds, ten seconds at most."
so long?
Ok?
   Then, what about the others?
   Thales was taken aback and instinctively turned back:
  Amid the white smoke, Glover, Rolfe, Kathleen and Slimani were still lying on the ground.
   Srimani was still smacking his lips in his sweet dream, but Glover had already started to wake up.
  They…are not dead?
   Not even a single wound, okay?
ah?
   Thales was startled and instinctively turned back:
   "He, what about him?"
   What about the enemy?
   What about Lausanne?
   What about the man in black?
   What about the killer who knocked everyone down with his supernatural powers?
   "Clang!"
The sound of    metal crashing caught Thales' attention.
   A few meters away, the figure of Lausanne II passed by, and he was shocked in the white smoke.
   Thales was startled, and subconsciously touched the dagger on the ground, but saw another figure passing by in the smoke, rushing towards Lausanne II in black.
  Shoo!
  The sword wind overflowed, the white smoke faded, revealing the battle situation:
   The man in black's opponent, with his long sword, was fighting endlessly with Lausanne. I saw his footsteps are steady, and the light of the sword flickered, reflecting the faint light of the fire on all sides of the tunnel.
That is…
   But what surprised Thales was that the swordsman who couldn't see his face was not only not affected by the opponent's ability, but also blocked all the way, and attacked slowly and quickly.
   In the face of Lausanne's superb swordsmanship, he performed with ease and did not fail in the slightest.
   Obviously, he is a rare master.
"Who are you!"
   Lausanne said coldly in the white smoke, but his tone was a little more impatient than before:
   "Who did you learn swordsmanship from?"
   But his opponent didn't answer, just blindly used his sword to force Lausanne away from Thales.
   Thales came back to his senses, he waved off the white smoke with a pungent smell, shook his head, and tried to straighten out his memory:
   "Fa, what happened?"
   "Uh," Xilai raised her eyebrows, her eyes flickering, "I'm lucky, as soon as I went out, I met a rescuer."
   "Rescue?"
   Thales was surprised.
   This unfortunate ghoul tunnel, an abandoned sewer that no one can find, where did the soldiers come from?
   "Who is it? What rescue?"
He turned his head and wanted to see which chivalrous master Lu Jianbuping had saved them, and who could still compete with their opponents who were excellent at swordsmanship, but was grabbed by Xilai's collar and ears and dragged him irresistibly. came back.
   "You don't want to die!"
   Amid Thales' cries of pain, Shi Lai kicked hard, hitting Slimani's flat palm, causing the defense attorney to scream in pain and wake up from a drooling dream.
   "Wake them up, let's run!"
  
  scoff!
   In the battle on the other side, at the moment when the sword lights intersected, Lausanne II took three steps back in a row, his left arm trembling.
   Now, he has no time to worry about that prince and his goals.
   Lausanne took a deep breath and raised his left arm: the wound left on it was extremely deep, and the blade pierced into the bone.
   "This is... a triumphal blow." He reluctantly spoke.
   That's right, it's a triumphal strike.
   And this triumphal strike was executed perfectly, accurately, and powerfully.
  The timing is right, the sense of oppression is full, and the lethality is considerable.
   It couldn't be more perfect.
   The young guard of the royal family whom he met in Diop's mansion before, is not the same.
   If you change yourself a few years ago, you will not be able to accept it.
   But, a triumph of this magnitude…
   Luosang lowered his left arm, looked at the opponent in front of him solemnly, and squeezed the long sword in his hand tighter and tighter.
This is impossible.
impossible.
   However, the other party seemed to have heard his heart and said with a chuckle:
   "The world is big, nothing is impossible."
Do not.
   Lausanne took a deep breath, his tone trembling slightly:
   "You are, who are you? Where did you learn this Triumph?"
  Amid the white smoke, the visitor walked forward slowly, revealing his true face in the dim light of the fire.
   "And the world is small."
   It was a man in his forties, with a handsome face, bright eyes, bright clothes, and complete armor. He was out of tune with the dirty and stinky tunnels around him, like a bright color in the black ink.
   The moment he saw the other party's face clearly, Luosang's eyes narrowed.
Do not.
This is impossible!
   "How's the Legion Ten Form going, my best student?"
  The long sword turns around in the man's hand, as nimble as an arm's finger.
   Just like the talented Lausanne.
   In the faint white smoke, Lausanne II's expression was unbelievable.
"teacher?"
   He spoke softly, as if seeing a ghost:
   "Handro Joaquin?"
   (end of this chapter)