Chapter 63

"Lord Kinslone, your situation seems rather dire."

Amidst the sparks flying, Bium glanced around and smiled.

Kinslone understood what he meant. The men he had brought with him were almost all wiped out in this ambush. Equal strength, unequal numbers.

He admitted that he had made a mistake this time.

The failure of the ambush, the failure of the rescue.

Disgrace!

He hadn't felt so humiliated in a long time. Had the peaceful days eroded their will and inflated their pride?

On the street, the nobles who had fought to the death were now dead, their bodies and blood staining the ground. The remaining rioting student members had already withdrawn from the battlefield, heading towards the path of escape.

"I will kill you."

A deep, cold voice slowly emerged from Kinslone's mouth.

The inscription on his sword grew brighter, a faint white aura visible around the blade. Everyone could feel the overwhelming aura of the man before them, as if he were about to unleash a devastating force.

"Angry and ashamed, are you?" Bium laughed as if it were nothing.

"No, I need to atone!"

Kinslone held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, the intense aura blurring his cold expression.

"I heard that among the three battalion commanders of the Royal Guard, only you haven't taken the final step."

At this, Bium suddenly said something seemingly out of place.

The final step, the step for a high-ranking swordsman to fully enter the FerNu law.

This was the highest aspiration of warriors.

Only by taking that step and fully embracing the FerNu law would everything about them be elevated.

As the most powerful military force of the kingdom, the Royal Guard had countless powerful warriors in the eyes of ordinary people. The leaders of these warriors were undoubtedly the strongest in the kingdom.

But Kinslone was not.

Because above him were two people. It was those two who made him deny his own strength, preventing him from taking that final step. He never acknowledged his own power.

"Even without taking that step, it's enough for me to kill you!" Kinslone sneered.

Each step in a warrior's advancement brought different combat strength and experience. He had been at that step for a long time, and in this domain, he had absolute confidence in his superiority.

"Ha, Lord Kinslone, do you think I would let you kill me and my men so easily?"

Bium sheathed his dual blades and reached into his chest.

"To prevent various accidents, we made many preparations before we came out—"

As he spoke, an old scroll appeared in his hand.

Kinslone's brows furrowed, and his heart raced as he looked at the scroll in Bium's hand. He suddenly felt that something ominous was about to happen.

His body moved, for he did not want to give the other party a chance to unleash a threat.

In an instant, he had moved in front of Bium, his broadsword aimed at his heart, the sharp sword aura cutting through his shirt and piercing his skin.

The sword passed through, but it was empty.

Kinslone, sensing this, immediately looked up at the nearby tree branch, where he saw Bium waving the scroll and smiling at him.

"Almost—"

Bium looked down at his chest, touched the torn shirt, and rubbed it lightly. He then extended his hand, and a faint trail of blood stained his palm.

"What did you do?"

Kinslone asked coldly. At the moment he pierced the other's heart, he had disappeared.

"Just a trick, what, Lord Kinslone, are you interested?" Bium said indifferently.

"You are the first to escape my sword at such close range." Kinslone said.

"Quite an honor—"

Bium chuckled and began to grip the ends of the scroll.

"However, Lord Kinslone, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to waste with you anymore."

"Law Cage"

As Bium spoke, Kinslone forcefully stomped the ground, the powerful force causing the ground to crack into a large spider web pattern.

He leaped into the air, directly attacking the other.

Regardless of whether it would succeed, as long as there was a chance, he would not give up.

Bium, standing on the branch, smiled calmly as the longsword approached again. In his hand, the old scroll had already opened, turning into countless flying fragments.

What's happening?

Seeing the other's calm demeanor, Kinslone's heart tightened. Before he could think or react, his body suddenly plummeted, as if a heavy mountain had fallen from the sky and pressed down on him.

Landing, the pressure on his back disappeared.

In an instant, he released all his senses and was shocked to discover an unbelievable fact.

"Jump, Lord Kinslone, why aren't you jumping anymore?" Bium on the branch shouted triumphantly.

"This is the power of the law! Who are you people!"

In his perception, countless law lines formed a semi-circular dome tightly covering his body. He knew he couldn't escape, for he lacked the ability to break this confinement.

"Ha... Don't you already know who we are? I think you should ask the person behind me these questions," Bium jumped down from the branch and landed on the ground, smiling.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, it won't be that easy!" Kinslone coldly said as Bium approached: "Even if I'm confined by the law, my strength still exists!"

"Tsk tsk, Lord Kinslone, don't think we're all as bad as you. Why would we want to kill you? Besides, the cost of killing you seems to outweigh the benefits. I wouldn't do something that would put me at a disadvantage."

Outside the semi-circular law confinement, Bium stroked his chin and smiled at Kinslone, who was like a bird in a cage.

"What do you want to do?" Kinslone asked coldly.

"We just want to confine you for a while, as we have other things to do," Bium answered casually.

Other things? At this moment, Kinslone suddenly thought of Saphirian and the others.

"Goodbye, Lord Kinslone. I think you should be more concerned about your other subordinates while you wait here," Bium turned and waved, preparing to leave.

Silently, the law cage suddenly shook violently.

Kinslone's longsword was firmly chopping at the cursed law wall, as if cutting through the air, maintaining the chopping posture.

"Give up, because you never took that final step."

Turning back, Bium sneered disdainfully.

The night grew deeper.

On the once-abandoned and sealed back road of the academy, members of the Blood Flag Society were scattered and lying on the ground, for they were exhausted.

From their bodies to their hearts.

A day of intense labor, blood-stimulated killing, and hasty retreats had almost pushed them to the brink of collapse.

They were young, and they were still children.

Not everyone was like Saf, whose heart had already been twisted.

"Angelo, you've finally come to this point."

Ambowit stood beside the silent Angelo, who was gazing into the distance, and sighed at the tired students with blood-stained clothes and swords.

"Dean, this is Tylrante's instruction, and it is also our wish."

Without avoiding, Angelo收回目光低沉道。

“如果有将来，你们要带我这个老家伙去做什么？”安博威特道。

“提尔兰特说过，只有您能拯救这个王国，所以，很抱歉我们的做法。”面对院长，安其罗充满歉意道：“离开之后，我们面对的可能是遍布搜捕的威胁，所以我们只能隐姓埋名隐迹下去，一点点发展壮大我们的实力，等待着某一天的来临站出来。”

“一开始就这样决定不好吗？为什么一定要现在才考虑这个想法。”安博威特摇头道。

“因为，在那之前，没有人会相信我们。”

安其罗苦笑着，深深地叹出口长气道：“在学院的时候，即便我们如何宣传自己的理念，但是，大多数学生们都选择了拒绝，甚至厌恶，他们如此，那么整个王国的人呢？”

“人啊，总是在绝望反省中才会醒目过来，提尔兰特他……”

没有这个条件，那么就选择创造条件，如果能用自己的鲜血牺牲唤醒沉醉麻木人们的心灵，哪怕只有一点希望也会值得他去做。

他就是这样的人啊，安其罗仰头闭上眼睛，而他，现在怎么样了。

“警戒！！！”

不知是谁忽然大喊一声，所有休整社员的神经仿佛受到强烈刺激，抓着散落在旁的长剑一个个跳立起来谨慎地看向周围。

黑暗中，渐渐出现了一众模糊的影子，安其罗冷静看着，直到熟悉的面孔出现之后，紧绷的神经也放松下来。

“是我们的人！”

他转身举起长剑，示意着社员们安心下来。

“毕伊姆阁下，情况如何了？”

看着接近而来的合作者，安其罗也不得带着敬意问道，如果不是他们，恐怕后果难以想象。

“放心，我们没事。”毕伊姆微笑着，只是笑容让人奇怪。

“你们只剩这些人了吗？”看着毕伊姆身后沉默站立的手下，安其罗面容带着歉意道：“如果不是为了我们，你们也不会……”

“没有这回事，我只是分出了一部分手下前往更重要的地方，这一点人已经足够了。”毕伊姆摆摆手道。

“是吗？那还真是一个好消息。”安其罗身心一缓道。

“好消息吗？”

毕伊姆的笑容更甚。

“或许对于你们并不是个好消息。”

话落，安其罗心口一凉。

他瞪大着眼睛，不可置信的看着眼前毕伊姆手中的一把短刃插在心脏。

“你们……”安其罗颤抖的声音发着死亡前的疑惑质问。

“你们的任务结束了，安其罗，大人！”

毕伊姆拔出短刃，安其罗的身体缓缓向后沉重地落在地上，环视了一圈发现异状惊愣的学院生们，他摇了摇头。

“杀——”

……

安博威特蹲在安其罗的身边，伸手将他死不瞑目瞪大的眼睛合拢。

“我曾经对提尔兰特说过，一旦牵扯上某些人的时候，事情的轨迹便已不是你们能控制的，可惜啊——”

“安博威特院长大人？”

一个声音出现在他的耳边，安博威特站起身，看着杀死安其罗的毕伊姆正在眼前微笑看着他。

“为了给您的身份有所优待，所以我将您选择在最后一个死去，这一点，您满意吗？”他道。

“真不愧是父子，四王子和他的父亲一样，都这么希望我这个老家伙死去。”安博威特仿佛无所畏惧般自嘲道。

“我只是遵循命令罢了，所以，院长大人，请安心死去吧。”

毕伊姆亮出了短刃。

“可是，我还不想死呢——”

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Last night's Champions League was truly spectacular, regardless of the winner. Thank you, Bayern and Dortmund, for such an exciting match that left everyone on the edge of their seats.

By the way, the supporting characters in the school festival might seem a bit too much, and the main characters might seem like they are just playing a minor role. I've been trying to speed up the pace because this is an important setup.

The school festival is the turning point of all the climaxes, and the main characters' roles will become more prominent after that.

As mentioned in the introduction, it is a slow-burn story, and this is the situation.

The supporting characters are fleshed out, and their interactions with the story will be more intense. However, I will pay more attention to this in the future and try to make the main characters more prominent.

I used to write short stories, and as a newcomer, there might be many flaws and shortcomings in writing a long story. Please bear with me, and I will improve and grow.

Thank you to all the readers who have supported me. Even if the results are not great, I am still enjoying writing.

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