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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasía
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585 Chs

Blood Clan's True Form (Two)

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To his surprise, the Blood Clansman found Wya shutting his eyes tightly.

'Is he waiting for his death already?'

'It seems that there is no way for me to discover his power now.' The young attendant sighed quietly. He had only one solution left.

"Do not always think about the other party's weakness, Wya. That is what the army's commander is supposed to do." His teacher's words echoed in his ears.

Wya endured the pain and flipped the single-edged sword in his right hand around to hold it in a reverse grip.

"What is even more important is to be in control of your strongest forte."

Wya's breathing became increasingly stable. Thin wisps of sharp power that were like gossamer gathered around his right arm.

His pores were stimulated by this Power of Eradication, and the hairs on his skin immediately stood on end like sharp needles.

"No powerful swordsman in history was selfless. They only had their own swords in their eyes."