The sound of metal echoed in the corridor.

Kaslan sighed and shook his head: "I saw your expression - you are probably suffering from pain all the time, feeling their rejection and denial of you."

Drenched in cold sweat, Raphael gritted his teeth, feeling the riot of the thing inside his body, his hands trembling, and the pain penetrated his heart.

His red eyes stared at Kaslan with an expression of disbelief.

impossible.

This time, there is not even a chance?

Is it really what the teacher said...

Kaslan Lemba - cannot be defeated head-on?

"You think you can control them, and you think they are just insignificant embellishments and insignificant additions to you."

"but……"

"It's like a rebellion that never subsides," Kaslan continued with a gloomy face: "When you become weak, when you start to compromise, they will attack in large numbers and bite you back."

Kaslan raised his head and kicked up the soul-killing gun on the ground.

He beat his chest twice and coughed, his voice hoarse and sad: "I've tried it too... cough cough... I know."

"When you abandon your pure self, compromise with reality, and accept something that does not belong to you," Kaslan raised his head in pain, "this is the consequence."

"Sooner or later, you will become something inhuman that even you can't recognize."

The old man watched Raphael struggling and moaning on the ground, and said sadly: "I apologize to you on behalf of Shao and the Tower of the End, child."

Raphael's expression changed.

"Apologise to me?" He gritted his teeth silently.

"You self-righteous old man," Raphael trembled and managed to raise his head. He was sweating coldly but still sneered: "You are so ignorant, what do you know?"

Kaslan sighed and shook his head.

"I know Shao."

"He is a good person who always wants to shoulder the mistakes of others and make up for his mistakes," Kaslan looked at his opponent sadly and coughed: "But many times, the cruelest decisions are made by good people.

"

Raphael looked at the old man blankly.

"Don't worry," Kaslan said after he regained his breath. He pulled up the tip of the gun and walked closer to Raphael step by step. His tone was full of apology: "You won't have to suffer soon."

The old man raised his soul-killing gun and pointed it at Raphael on the ground.

At this moment.

Tread! Tread! Tread!

Rapid footsteps came from behind Kaslan.

Getting closer.

"call!"

What followed was the sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind!

Kaslan's expression was calm. He turned back suddenly and swiped his spear sharply!

"Bang!" The spear hit the wall on one side, causing gravel to fly.

Kaslan frowned: he didn't hit the enemy - the sneak attacker had already raised his head and slid towards him, avoiding the sweeping radius of the soul-killing gun and sliding to his side!

The battle-experienced old man's face immediately became solemn, his legs quickly retreated, and he avoided two sword flashes on the ground one after another.

The enemy did not continue to attack after forcing Kaslan back. He half-knelt on the ground and slowly stood up.

Raphael saw the appearance of the person clearly and his eyes widened.

"Why are you here? Where are the pursuers?"

Kaslan also saw the person coming. The old man had a complicated expression and his throat was trembling.

"I'm lucky." The person waved the knife in his hand.

"As for you, it seems like you haven't been on the battlefield a few times," the visitor said coldly to Raphael. His unceremonious words made people feel uncomfortable: "You don't even know how to kill someone."

"Also, you're welcome."

Raphael sighed, tremblingly supported the ground, and stood up.

"Can't you speak properly?" the young man from the secret department said unhappily.

The visitor snorted coldly and turned to face Kaslan.

"Go away, boneless boy."

Raphael raised his eyebrows: Obviously, this guy has no intention of "talking well".

"Meteor" Lord Serui Nicolai, the commander of the White Blade Guards who was supposed to block the pursuers at the palace gate, stood aloof in front of Kaslan, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

"From now on, this is the internal affairs of the White Blade Guards."

Kaslan and Nikolai looked at each other.

One side is complex and subtle, the other is cold and resentful.

It's as if they want to see something in each other's eyes.

Raphael picked up his long sword and frowned slightly: "Can you defeat him by yourself? This guy is very difficult..."

"Come on." Nicolai snorted impatiently and interrupted him.

"A shabby old man in his sixties or seventies who doesn't know when he will die." Under Raphael's strange expression, the meteorite man said disdainfully: "Those who will lose to him are probably idiots."

(In a corner of Longxiao Palace, a short man wearing a cloak sneezed hard while biting a chicken leg.)

Listening to the other party's deliberate sarcasm, Raphael's brows furrowed more and more.

Kaslan looked at their interaction and smiled bitterly.

That kid.

As always, he deserves a beating.

Raphael coughed.

"I guess," he reminded Nicolai calmly, and at the same time counterattacked cleverly: "The young and brave Archduke Perfitt, before his duel with the old and frail King Nun..."

"That's what I thought too."

Nicolai turned around.

What followed was a murderous look.

"Okay then," Raphael raised his hands, took two steps back, and raised his eyebrows: "You guys can chat without interrupting."

The young man from the Secret Service disappeared at the turn of the corridor.

Kaslan and Nikolai were the only ones left in the corridor.

There was a faint sound of fighting in my ears.

Nikolai silently looked back at Kaslan.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but finally closed it weakly.

Kaslan also hesitated to speak at the same moment.

The two commanders of the White Blade Guards faced each other in a strange and tense atmosphere.

Finally, Nicolai gritted his teeth.

"Long time no see." Fallen Star Man spoke first, with anger in his voice that he was struggling to suppress.

With difficulty, he called out a title that he had not called out for many years:

"Boss."

Nicolai grinded his teeth, his eyes complex.

In twenty years, only others have called him that.

I almost forgot when I called others this.

Boss.

Kaslan sighed and lowered his head.

"yes."

"I'm still thinking about when I can see you," Kaslan said gently, and also called out a name he hadn't used in many years: "You're late, Thornhead."

Nicolai's expression changed slightly.

He snorted coldly.

"I was delayed in front of the palace gate for a while," Nikolai shook his head and looked at Kaslan with an increasingly unkind look:
To be continued...