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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 · Fantasy
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585 Chs

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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The following second, Archduke Poffret's shadow moved without delay.

He started his assault from the front. He bellowed as he swung his battle axe at King Nuven.

*Clank!*

The two big axes clashed together without unnecessary movements!

The blunt clanking of striking metal tortured the crowd's ears.

Astonished, Thales watched the two players on the field.

Poffret gritted his teeth as the blade of his battle axe was stuck at the top of King Nuven's axe. It slanted downwards between the edge of the blade and the tip of the sharp edge.

"Impulsive rookie." King Nuven leaned forward steadily. His left hand gripped the joint between the axe handle and blade, while his right clutched the far end of the handle like he was holding a gun. He used the axe to hold back Poffret's attack.

The old king resisted the other party's attack and spoke in an icy voice, "If you had your weapon stuck like this on the battlefield, you would be dead by now."