"No... No! The Kushans are coming!"

"What? Kushans! Damn it! Quick! Run!"

"Damn it! It's too late! Men, take up your weapons and prepare to fight to the death with me! Women and children, hide in the cellar!"

"Don't forget to light the beacon! If we can hold out until the kingdom's army arrives, we might be able to escape!"

"Do I need you to tell me that? I just lit the beacon. I hope those guys can come quickly, otherwise we will all die today."

"Shut up! Don't say unlucky words! The kingdom's army today is not like the nobles who only knew how to talk."

"That's right. I heard that our new king is a demon god like the monarch of the Kusha Empire, Emperor Gnishuka. He possesses unimaginable power and will definitely be able to stop the enemy's army."

"Well - I hope so."

…

Accompanied by nervous and panicked shouts, a village on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Midland quickly entered a state of war readiness.

All the men, including those over fifty and boys over thirteen, gathered together holding pitchforks, sickles, hoes and other things that were not sure whether they should be considered weapons or farm tools.

Women and younger children all rushed into the cellar used to store grain, vegetables and sundries.

The entrance is either blocked with stones or covered with mud or other materials.

There was a strong sense of uneasiness and fear in everyone's eyes.

Because the Kushans' reputation for brutality had long been known throughout the continent with their conquest of other neighboring countries.

Things like robbery, rape, massacre and enslavement were commonplace for these terrible invaders.

Almost every captured city suffered massacres to varying degrees.

What's even more terrifying is that if you fall into the hands of the famous monster army, you may become food for the terrifying monster, or endure inhuman torture and eventually be transformed into a monster controlled by the opponent.

It is also because of this that once the villages on the border heard that the Kushans were attacking, they basically abandoned their homes and businesses and turned around and ran away.

No land, no houses, no food.

Many deserted villages were abandoned in this way.

There's no way around it, this is the price you have to pay for living in a border area.

Not to mention the medieval feudal countries where wars were frequent and villages were burned down at any time, even in the so-called civilized modern countries on the earth, once a war broke out, the first to suffer were always the residents living on the border.

Soon, accompanied by dust rising in the distance, the cavalry of the Kusha Empire swept in at a very fast speed.

Although their numbers are not large, they are very elite.

Moreover, the cavalry of the Kushan Empire were not all typical heavy cavalry like the knights and retainers of the Midlan Kingdom, but had many light cavalry and archers similar to those of nomadic tribes.

The team in front of us, with about two to three hundred people, is obviously the archers.

They wore white robes with only a relatively simple leather armor on the outside, and on their heads were round pointed helmets similar to those of the Ottoman Empire on Earth.

When they approached the outskirts of the village, these warriors did not use their own speed to attack the farmers who were already trembling with fear. Instead, they took out their bows and arrows while running and shot a rain of arrows into the sky.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

With the sound of piercing the air, the arrow quickly drew a graceful parabola in the sky and fell straight towards the crowd.

"careful!!!!!!"

"Lift up the pot lids and doors in your hands! Hurry up if you don't want to die!"

Under the command of several middle-aged men who obviously had combat experience, the villagers hurriedly raised the pot lids they used at home and the doors they had just removed above their heads.

Because for them, shields are obviously luxury items, so they can only make do with door panels and pot lids.

Although it is of no use at all in close combat, it is still sufficient to block long-range arrows like now.

Of course, this is only limited to this type of horse-riding compound bow with low pulling force.

If they were replaced with armor-piercing arrows and heavy arrows shot from a longbow, or crossbow bolts shot from a crossbow at close range, these tattered and even rotten wooden boards would be pierced through in minutes.

Accompanied by a series of "dododododo" sounds from arrows hitting wood, the villagers successfully blocked this round of long-range projectiles while running.

Of course, there were still a few unlucky guys who were hit by arrows and fell on the ground, wailing in pain.

But at this moment, he obviously had no time to treat their wounds.

The experienced Kusha Rangers took advantage of a hail of arrows to quickly circle around the entire village.

They did not rush to launch an attack, but kept circling around, occasionally looking for opportunities to shoot arrows and shout to scare the villagers who lacked discipline and combat experience.

Obviously, this is a very clever strategy.

Because even the least organized militia can pose a considerable threat to cavalry once they gather together to form a dense formation.

In particular, the intersections in the village are often very narrow, with large and small houses and yards on both sides serving as cover.

This will undoubtedly greatly limit the performance of the cavalry.

Therefore, the commander of this small group of cavalry did not intend to use force, but wanted to let the other side collapse on their own before chasing and killing them.

"Don't panic! Don't get confused! Don't run! If we run away, we will all be lambs to be slaughtered!"

A middle-aged man who was suspected to have worked as a mercenary shouted at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, those young people in their teens and twenties were completely panicked at this point, their brains were dominated by intense fear, and some even wet their pants in public.

As embarrassing as it sounds, this is the most realistic reaction of most ordinary people when they face war, killing and death for the first time.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the commander of the Kusha Empire immediately drew his scimitar and rushed forward first. In a manner full of violent aesthetics, he stuck close to the periphery of the dense formation of the militia, and with the help of the acceleration of his mount, he easily chopped off a young man's head.

Puff! With a column of blood spurting out from the carotid artery, the headless corpse immediately fell straight down.

The pungent smell of blood and the rolling bloody heads immediately frightened the villagers who were experiencing the cruelty of war for the first time. Some of them even dropped their pitchforks and tried to climb over the wall and jump into the yard to escape.

Unfortunately, they were quickly shot and killed by the bows and arrows in the hands of the other cavalry while they were climbing over the wall.

As the saying goes, the more afraid of death people are on the battlefield, the faster they die. On the contrary, those who are not afraid of death have a greater chance of survival.

Just as the Kusha Empire Rangers were planning to kill all the villagers one by one, a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the entrance behind the village.

He looked very tall and strong, carrying a door-panel sword on his back that was almost as tall as him. Every step he took left deep footprints on the ground.

The appearance of this man undoubtedly made the soldiers and villagers of the Kusha Empire feel very confused.

Because they simply couldn't imagine who would approach the dangerous border village at this time.

Especially since this place had been clearly designated as a war zone more than half a month ago.

The armies of both sides engaged in a fierce and bloody battle over the villages, towns and fortresses along the border.

It is said that there are hundreds to thousands of casualties every day.

Not to mention ordinary businessmen and travelers, even mercenaries who work for money are unwilling to get close to such a hellish place.

"Go! Kill him!"

The cavalry of the Kushan Empire obviously did not want this outsider to disturb their hunting, and started shooting arrows at him without saying a word.

But just one second later, the opponent suddenly pulled out the giant sword on his back at lightning speed and blocked it in front of him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Along with the crisp sound of metal collision and the flying golden sparks, all the arrows were spread out by the thick blade of the giant sword.

To be exact, not even a dent or a few white marks were left.

The non-reflective black metal is scary just by looking at it.

"Damn it! This guy seems a little unusual!"

A cavalryman from the Kushan Empire was the first to notice something was wrong and shouted loudly to his companions.

"Hmph! Nothing more than a stupid and arrogant mercenary! Draw your weapons and let us teach him a lesson."

Another cavalryman put away his bow and arrow and drew a scimitar that was shining coldly from his waist.

Under his leadership, the other five cavalrymen made the same move, and then began to urge their horses to speed up and encircle the enemy from the left and right sides.

As light cavalry mainly responsible for reconnaissance, harassment and looting, they were obviously not equipped with long-handled weapons such as lances and spears, so they had no frontal impact power at all.

Speed, flexibility and mobility are their real advantages and strengths.

So when they were about to approach the target, two of the fastest cavalrymen suddenly changed direction and went around to the back, cooperating with several other companions to launch a siege from different angles from all directions at the same time.

Obviously, the best way to deal with a weapon as powerful but unwieldy as a greatsword is to avoid a head-on confrontation with it.

Especially the frontal charge that looks menacing, is actually just a bait to attract attention.

If the enemy does not change direction, then when they are about ten meters away from the target, they will suddenly change direction and go around, allowing their companions who are coming from behind or on the flank to take action.

This is a classic tactic summed up by nomadic peoples from hunting on the grasslands, and it has been passed down for thousands of years from ancient times to the present.

Although very old, it is still very effective.

Because no matter how strong a warrior is, it is impossible to deal with attacks from different directions at the same time.

But unfortunately, this time the Kushan Empire's light cavalry obviously chose the wrong opponent.

When they were about to rush forward waving their scimitars, the man holding the huge sword suddenly raised his head and revealed a pair of sharp eyes.

The next second...

Puff! Puff! Puff! The huge sword that was originally stuck on the ground instantly turned into an afterimage that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Before the people around could figure out what was happening, the six cavalrymen exploded instantly, blood, flesh and internal organs splattered everywhere, and then they fell to the ground with a thud.

It was not difficult to see from the tragic scene and the bodies broken into two pieces that without exception, they were all split in half by the blood-stained giant sword.

shock!

fear!

incredible!

The light cavalry of the Kusha Empire even forgot to continue attacking the villagers who were on the verge of collapse, and stared at the strange intruder with wide eyes.

No one could believe that there was someone in this world who could wield such a giant sword that ordinary people could not even lift as fast as a long sword or a rapier.

But while they were stunned, the black-clad swordsman rushed towards the cavalryman closest to him like the god of death, and with a swing of his sword, he beat the unlucky guy into a meat patty.

Yes, you read that right.

This time he did not use a slashing blow, but instead used the sword to directly hit the opponent's face.

But even so, the unlucky guy who was hit still flew off the horse like a tattered rag doll, crashed into a courtyard wall with a bang and died on the spot.

Especially the scene where the head shatters in mid-air and the eyeballs and brain matter spurt out of the eye sockets perfectly demonstrates the most extreme violent aesthetics.

It goes without saying that this black-clad swordsman is Guts, who left the capital and set out on his journey home.

And that giant sword was none other than the Dragon-Slaying Sword that had been recast by Zuo Si, or it would be more appropriate to call it the Demon-Slaying Sword.

Because this sword has been blessed with an enchantment that can give extra damage to monsters, apostles and the hand of God in this world.

After a successful attack, Guts had no intention of stopping, but began to slaughter these invaders like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

Although he himself had no feelings towards his country or nation, and did not think that the Kingdom of Midland had anything to do with him, he still could not help but feel intense anger when he saw innocent civilians being bullied and killed.

Especially after becoming Zuo Si's voter, these originally meaningless emotions will be transformed into powerful forces.

Although Guts didn't quite understand how this supernatural power worked, he could feel that when his emotions fluctuated violently, his strength, speed, and reaction would be greatly improved.

Not only that!

Occasionally, it can release various magical effects such as fire, lightning, force field impact, etc.

But he was still trying to figure out how to stimulate it correctly, so he came to the border alone and wanted to hone himself by fighting with the Kushan Empire's army.

After all, it is too troublesome to dig out the apostles hidden in the crowd one by one. It is far less direct and convenient to directly find the monster army of the Kusha Empire.

"Oh no! Quickly fire the flare! This guy must be a monster created by the Kingdom of Midland! He is not a human being at all!"

Seeing more than a dozen cavalrymen lying dead on the street in the blink of an eye, without even the slightest ability to escape or resist, the commander finally realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly left the villagers who posed no threat and gave orders to the soldiers.

Since the two sides have been fighting in this area for a long time, they both have a series of plans to deal with emergencies.

The Kusha Empire, which took the initiative in the attack, relied on sending out light cavalry to plunder border villages and transport teams to lure the defenders of the Midlan Kingdom to come to the rescue. Then, when encountering an enemy that they could not deal with, they would send out a distress signal and delay the enemy, waiting for the support of the monster army.

With a loud bang, a specially made flare flew into the air and emitted a bright and dazzling red light.

Upon seeing this, the morale of the Kushan Empire cavalry present immediately rose as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Even though more than a dozen people had died under Guts's giant sword, the remaining people did not show the slightest fear. Instead, they quickly adjusted their tactics and spread out, using bows and arrows to contain the enemy.

Others took out ropes and lassoes from under the saddle, hoping to use the power of the warhorse to knock Gus down and drag him away.

From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that the army of the Kusha Empire is indeed quite powerful. Even when encountering enemies with far greater strength than themselves, they still do not retreat at all.

Because compared to death, they are more afraid of their monarch, Emperor Genishcha the Great, also known as the "Emperor of Terror".

But this time they clearly picked the wrong opponent.

Guts is no longer the scarred flesh and blood man he once was, but a powerful chosen one of gods and demons.

I saw him grabbing several cable cars in his hands, and then pulling them back with force while grinning.

"ah!!!!!"

Several light cavalrymen were immediately pulled off their saddles and flew up into the air, then swung around like meteor hammers and thrown heavily to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Under the huge force, everyone who hit the ground spurted out large mouthfuls of blood, and their hips, spines and thighs were obviously fractured.

Worse still, his internal organs ruptured and he began bleeding heavily, and within half a minute he convulsed and breathed his last.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, so I won't play with you."

Guts didn't even lower his head to look at the corpses. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt the power boiling in his body, then raised the giant sword high above his head.

Just when the others hadn't figured out what he was trying to do, this tough guy suddenly used all his strength to complete a slash.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Along with the sound of the air exploding and the violent vibration underfoot, the entire ground instantly cracked into a crack several meters wide.

The frightened horses immediately let out a sharp neigh, and then fell to the ground, either crushing the riders behind them or throwing them out directly.

Apart from the warhorse, the people were not in much better condition either. They were also unable to stand and keep their balance and fell all over the place.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the villagers all stood directly on the ground, so although some were injured, most of them were minor skin injuries.

When everyone's dizziness began to disappear, they saw the terrifying gully in front of Guts that was more than ten meters long and was cut out by the sword.

All the unlucky people on this line, without exception, turned into blood rain and splattered everywhere.

Not to mention the corpse, even a palm-sized piece of meat could not be found. It was all chopped into pieces and could be used as stuffing.

"Monster...Monster! This guy is an absolute monster!"

A cavalryman who broke his leg obviously had his psychological defenses collapsed. He crawled quickly on the ground like a madman, enduring the pain, eager to escape from this dangerous place as far away as possible.

But before he could crawl out a few steps, the giant sword flew over and cut him in half with a "swish". Blood, intestines and other internal organs immediately flowed all over the ground.

The shocking scene made the surviving cavalry of the Kushan Empire feel a biting chill.

They have always been the ones who slaughtered civilians from other countries like pigs and dogs, but now they finally experienced the feelings and despair of the former.

But the problem was that these cavalrymen had now lost their horses, and some of them could not even get up. They could only watch as this killer killed them one by one and wiped out the team of two or three hundred people.

When the last unlucky guy died, the village chief finally came to his senses and asked in a low and trembling voice: "Sir, are you the reinforcement sent by General Mordred?"

Guts wiped his large sword on a corpse and looked up with a very confused expression.

As a member of the Eagle Corps who once joined the Midland Kingdom, he obviously had some understanding of the top leaders of the entire country, but he had never heard of General Mordred.

"Ah? Isn't it?"

The village chief was obviously confused as well, and began to look for the rank insignia on the tough guy's armor, but found nothing on it.

Guts realized that there was a misunderstanding and immediately explained, "I am not from the Kingdom of Midland. I am just a wandering mercenary who happened to pass by. If you don't mind, can you tell me what happened here recently?"

"Of course! If you don't mind, come with me into the house and have a drink of water."

The village chief glanced at his dead people and several injured people and sighed helplessly.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally for this, he still couldn't help feeling sad when the time came.

After all, these young people are the future and hope of the village, and he has watched them grow up little by little since childhood.

可现在有的受伤、有的残废，还有的更是失去了生命。

尤其是受伤和残废，对于贫穷的底层农民来说有时候还不如死了来得干脆。

因为死了就一了百了，可受伤和残废却会导致他们失去劳动能力变成一个只会吃白食的废物，搞不好还需要人照顾。

不光自己活着难受，家人和朋友也会跟着一起受折磨。

或许听起来非常残酷且没有人性，但这就是赤裸裸的现实。

正所谓久病床前无孝子，没有谁能忍受长年累月去照顾一个没有行动能力的病人。

身为社会底层出身的格斯当然知道这些受伤、残废的村民下场会多么凄惨，但却也无能为力，只能当做没看见转身跟村长走进了旁边破旧的小房子里。

在喝了一碗井水之后，他开始聆听对方讲述米特兰王国最近发生的巨变。

尤其是关于国王和上层贵族阶级遭到大清洗，然后整个国家迅速军事化与周边国家全面开战的细节。

同样还有关于新国王——翰赛尔和少女将军莫德雷德的传闻。

当听完之后，格斯整个人感觉都不好了。

他原本以为东边有个左思、西边有个库夏帝国，还有个马上就要成功转身的神之手格里菲斯，这个世界就已经够乱了。

可谁能想到半路又杀出两个疑似魔神的家伙直接把摇摇欲坠的米特兰王国给截胡了。

沉默了良久之后，格斯终于抬起头追问道：“所以这个新国王和他的女将军究竟如何？跟以前相比你们的日子是变好了还是变差了？”

“抱歉，我也不知道。

根据军队里士兵的说法，他们的日子正在变得越来越好。

不光军饷变多了可以准时发放，就连上升的空间也不再受到任何限制。

可对于像我们这样的边境农民来说，情况似乎正在变得越来越糟糕。

虽然取消了赋税，但却要承担预警的工作在看到库夏帝国军队入侵时点燃烽火。

或许唯一的好消息就是那位莫德雷德将军并未放弃我们，任由该死的库夏人劫掠、杀戮。

点燃烽火后只要坚持一段时间就会有援军来救我们。

除此之外，那些正在跟贸易城邦和法王厅打仗的军团，一个个似乎都富得流油。

而且王都附近开始大批量的使用奴隶从事各种工作。

如果你想知道真实情况，还是去四处走走看看吧。

但可以确定的是，现如今的米特兰王国正在变得空前强大，甚至可以一边抵挡库夏帝国的入侵，一边在东边和南边攻城略地。

照这个样子发展下去，最多一年左右法王厅就会灭国。”

在说这番话的时候，村长的神色明显变得非常复杂。

一方面他以自己的国家能变强而感到高兴、骄傲、自豪，另外一方面他又担心这个样子发展下去会不会导致穷兵黩武最终走向崩溃。

就在格斯还想要询问更多细节的时候，外面突然传来村民们紧张的呐喊。

“不……不好了！是库夏帝国的妖兽！他们来了！”

“什么？”

村长根本来不及多想，第一时间就冲到了外面，果然看到在天空上有几只巨大无比的怪鸟正在迅速接近。

与此同时，还有一些体型巨大的老虎、鳄鱼、猛犸象等变异生物也在快速接近中。

不用问也知道，这些类似动物的怪兽就是库夏帝国的妖兽军团。

而创造它的人正是库夏帝国的二把手、恐帝的右臂、大妖术师——代伊巴。

“这些就是妖兽？”

格斯眯起眼睛透露出强烈的战意。

因为现在只有足够强大的敌人才能激发他身为选民的潜力。

“我也是第一次见到，所以不是很清楚，但看这幅架势应该是没错了。如果援军不能在几分钟之内赶到，今天就是全村人的死期。”

村长看着呼啸而来的妖兽大军浑身上下都在不受控制的颤抖。

尤其是比真正猛犸象还要夸张的象魔，看上去就如同一座移动的小山，跑起来更是会让周围的地面随之剧烈震颤。

他根本不知道村子里有什东西能经得住这玩意踩上两遍。

就连那些藏在地窖里的女人和孩子也会在巨大压强的作用下被活埋。

“交给我吧！”

格斯深吸了一口气，径直走到村口摆出迎战姿态。

很快，天空中先到的怪鸟就先一步俯冲下来发起了攻击。

它们双脚上宛如镰刀一样锋利的勾爪，只要被抓住一下立马就是重伤或当场暴毙，绝对不可能出现什么轻伤。

可格斯却不为所动，握紧斩龙剑在对方距离自己还有十米左右的时候双腿猛的发力，整个人瞬间化作一颗炮弹原地起飞。

随后这只怪鸟的脑袋和脖子便彻底分家，直挺挺的撞向地面。

仅仅一击，一只妖兽就这样命丧当场。

不过这还不算完。

只见在半空中的格斯一只脚踩着之前斩杀的怪鸟尸体再次一跃而起，堪堪躲开第二只怪鸟的袭击，甚至胳膊还被抓出了两条血痕，反手将巨剑扔出把后者从中间劈开，惨叫着在地面上砸出一个大坑。

等他落地走过去拔出武器的时候，另外几只怪鸟已经不敢再继续俯冲，而是在上空盘旋观察着这个强悍到不像话的人类。

其中一只鸟上赫然坐着一名看上去年纪不小的老人。

但格斯眼下明显已经顾不得理会鸟上的人，而是将所有注意力都集中在呼啸而来的妖兽大军上。

尤其是奔跑在最前边的象魔，光是一往无前的气势都足以把普通人吓傻了。

饶是格斯斩杀过不少厉害的使徒，眼下的手心也开始不由自主的出汗。

正当他准备与这个庞然大物来一次正面碰撞的时候，突然听到身后传来一阵模糊的吟诵声。

“吾非王！

而是步王后尘之人！

为了王的安宁！

吾誓要驱逐所有敌人！ 绽放吧！ 对吾华丽父王的叛逆！”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，刺眼的黑红色光柱瞬间从格斯的侧身射出扫过正前方的妖兽军团，然后贯穿天地形成恐怖的魔力爆炸。

轰！！！！！！！！

上一秒还气势汹汹冲在最前边的巨象，下一秒就化作尘埃随风飘散。

不光是它，其余赶来的妖兽也都在这一击之下灰飞烟灭。

格斯完全不知道该如何用语言形容自己此刻所看到的景象。

当他脖子僵硬的转过头时，赫然看到一名留着金色长发、身披银红配色铠甲、手里拎着一柄闪烁黑红色余光的宝剑，脸上挂着亢奋、嗜血笑容的少女。

尽管是第一次见面，但他却马上认定这就是村长口中那位性格奔放的莫德雷德将军。

因为力量和气质是不可能作假的。

而刚才那道毁灭一切的光柱正是不列颠孝子莫德雷德的宝具释放。

尽管“灿然辉耀的王剑”并不像亚瑟王使用过的“必胜黄金之剑”那样出名，但威力却并不逊色后者多少。

更何况眼前这位也并非是某种投影，而是货真价实的本体，而且还被小安妮用魔法力量和神秘反复强化过，所以仅仅只是一次普通的释放就已经永久性的改变了这片区域的地形。

那个如同陨石撞击留下来的深坑用不了几年功夫就会逐渐形成一座湖泊。

“哈哈哈哈！代伊巴，你还是跟以前一样像个胆小鬼一样躲着我。为什么不下来跟我较量一番呢？你不是号称这个世界上最强大的魔法师吗？”

莫德雷德大笑着向位于头顶怪鸟之上的老人发起挑衅。

从大大咧咧的动作、语气，还有狂妄无比的眼神不难看出，她压根没有把自己当成女性，更不用提什么羞涩怀春少女情怀了，从头到脚就是个百分百的假小子。

“不好意思，现在还不是时候。因为我对你的了解太少了，在搞清楚你究竟是什么之前我可不会拿自己的生命冒险。”

位于怪鸟之上的老人张开嘴用一种无悲无喜的语气回应道。

就好像刚才被杀掉的妖兽军团根本不是他亲手创造出来的一样。

“哦？那你和你身后那位恐帝打算躲到什么时候呢？难不成要跟我玩一辈子这种捉迷藏的游戏吗？”

莫德雷德举起手中的剑，用前端对准位于天空之上的怪鸟和老人，汹涌澎湃的魔力开始在剑身上聚集。

汲取了大量魔力的汹涌憎恨与灾厄迅速化作一道道刺眼的红色电光。

“格尼修卡大帝已经知晓了你的存在，用不了多久他就会出现在你的面前。希望到时候你不会被他的姿态吓到。”

说完这句话，老人便操控着怪鸟头也不回的转身离开。

根本没人注意到，他的手中隐藏着一个不起眼的小瓶子，里边装的正是从“灿然辉耀的王剑”射出的魔力。

当然，以莫德雷德的性格就算知道了也不会太在意。

After watching Daiba turn into a small black dot and disappear from her sight, she immediately turned around and looked at Gus with interest. After a long while, she suddenly came close and patted the Dragon Slaying Sword vigorously, praising him generously: "Well done! You are the most powerful mortal I have ever seen, no doubt about it.

Are you interested in joining my legion? I can directly give you the position of a thousand-man commander, and make modifications to make you stronger, just like them."

As he spoke, Mordred turned around and pointed at the dozen or so officers from the Kingdom of Midland who came with him.

"They are..."

Gus was visibly taken aback.

Because although these officers still maintain the basic human form on the surface, if you look closely you will find that their eyes, arms, backs, thighs and feet have undergone varying degrees of mutation.

One of them was even covered with a thick layer of black scales, and its entire head was flat like a lizard man.

If the brand on his body had not started to hurt and bleed, he would even have thought that this was an apostle.

“They are all the lucky ones who were chosen.

Although some side effects are inevitable, one can gain power far beyond that of ordinary people.

With your qualifications, you can definitely accept more and stronger transformations.

Come, join me, I promise to lead you to defeat the Kusha Empire and conquer the world.

At that time, whether you want gold, silver, treasures or beautiful women, you will get what you want.

Even to become a king himself by granting him territory.”

Mordred clearly liked the hunk standing in front of him.

Of course, this wasn't the kind of love between men and women, and she had no awareness of that. She just hoped to recruit more powerful men to follow her in her conquests.

"I'm sorry, I have no intention of joining any faction, and I don't like to follow orders from others."

Gus chose to refuse without hesitation.

Because his goal now is to wait for Griffith to turn around a second time and then kill him, completely destroying all the ambitions and wishes of this enemy and seeking justice for everyone, including himself.

Nothing else could arouse his interest.

What's more, his experience in the Eagle Band has become a kind of terrible psychological shadow and nightmare that haunts Guts.

He could never forget that when he was helping Griffith get rid of Yuris, the second heir to the Midland Kingdom, he turned the infiltration assassination into a mowing-down, and even accidentally killed the other party's young son.

That was the first time he felt pain and guilt for having killed the wrong person.

It was also from that time that Guts realized that he could not always follow in Griffith's footsteps and regard the other's dream as his own.

In that case, he would not be worthy of being Griffith's friend, but just a vassal, servant and subordinate.

This was also a landmark event in the Eagle Group's sudden decline from its peak.

So now Gus is afraid to interact with others, afraid to establish new intimate relationships, and afraid that he will implicate the other person.

But Mordred obviously didn't care about that. Instead, he jumped up and hugged Guts' neck with a familiar look, and said with a smile: "Don't be so heartless! I can promise not to speak to you in a commanding tone.

You can also choose your favorite battles and missions.

Come on, come back with me.

Let's have a nice drink first, and get to know each other better."

Yes, you read that right.

Modler jumped up and hung on Guts' neck like a pendant.

There's nothing I can do about it, she's so short.

After all, the "original body" Altria was only 1.54 meters tall, so the height of the "father" that Xiao Mo perfectly cloned was also 1.54 meters tall.

Guts is more than two meters tall.

When the two stood together, Mordred couldn't even reach Guts' chest and could only barely reach around his belly button.

So the only way to hug the other person's neck is to jump up.

I have to say, the picture of the two of them arm in arm is a bit funny.

And Gus obviously didn't expect that a girl would be so unscrupulous, his body was almost touching her chest.

Fortunately, there was a raised breastplate, otherwise his face would have touched a place it shouldn't have touched.

But what Guts didn't know was that it wouldn't matter even if he met her.

Both Altria and Mordred are absolutely A-level, and they are not even as good as some men with well-developed pectoral muscles.

"Damn it! Let me go! I'm not interested in going back with you, and I don't want to get to know you."

Guts tried hard to break free, but found that this girl with thin arms and legs possessed strength that was totally disproportionate to her body. He tried to pry the arm open several times but failed in the end, and was dragged forward instead.

"Relax! It's just a drink. I swear I won't force you."

Mordred had a happy smile on his face and completely ignored the other party's resistance.

In this way, she used a method that was almost kidnapping to forcibly bring Guts back to the castle where she was stationed...