"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, waiting 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 experience 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.
But now some are injured, some are disabled, and some have even lost their lives.
Especially when injured or disabled, for poor lower-class farmers, sometimes death is worse than death.
Because death is the end of everything, but injury and disability will cause them to lose their ability to work and turn them into useless people who only know how to eat for free, and they may even need someone to take care of them.
Not only will you suffer, but your family and friends will also suffer.
It may sound cruel and inhumane, but this is the naked reality.
As the saying goes, there is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient. No one can endure taking care of a patient who is unable to move for years.
Gus, who came from the bottom of society, certainly knew how miserable the fate of these injured and disabled villagers would be, but he was powerless to do anything. He could only pretend he didn't see it and turned around and walked into the shabby little house next door with the village chief.
After drinking a bowl of well water, he began to listen to the other party talking about the recent great changes in the Kingdom of Midlan.
Especially the details about the purge of the king and the upper aristocracy, and then the rapid militarization of the entire country and the full-scale war with neighboring countries.
There are also rumors about the new king, Hansel, and the young general Mordred.
After hearing this, Gus felt terrible.
He originally thought that with Zuo Si in the east, the Kusha Empire in the west, and Griffith, the Hand of God who was about to succeed in his turn, the world was already chaotic enough.
But who could have imagined that two guys who looked like demons would show up halfway and directly seize the crumbling Midland Kingdom.
After a long silence, Guts finally raised his head and asked, "So what is this new king and his female general like? Has your life become better or worse than before?"
“I’m sorry, I don’t know either.
According to soldiers in the army, their days are getting better.
Not only did the military pay increase and be paid on time, but there were no longer any restrictions on advancement.
But for border farmers like us, things seem to be getting worse.
Although taxes were abolished, they were still responsible for early warning and lighting beacons when they saw the invasion of the Kushan Empire's army.
Perhaps the only good news is that General Modred did not abandon us and allow the damn Kushans to plunder and kill us.
After lighting the beacon, as long as we hold on for a while, reinforcements will come to save us.
In addition, the legions that are fighting against the trading cities and the French King's Hall seem to be extremely rich.
Moreover, slaves began to be used in large numbers to perform various tasks near the royal capital.
If you want to know the real situation, go and take a look around.
But what is certain is that the current Kingdom of Midlan is becoming unprecedentedly powerful, and can even resist the invasion of the Kushan Empire while conquering cities in the east and south.
If things continue like this, the French King's Office will be destroyed in about a year at most."
As he said this, the village chief's expression became obviously very complicated.
On the one hand, he felt happy, proud and proud that his country was becoming stronger, but on the other hand, he was worried that if things continued like this, it would lead to militarism and eventual collapse.
Just when Gus wanted to ask for more details, the villagers' nervous shouts were suddenly heard outside.
"No... It's bad! It's the monsters from the Kusha Empire! They're coming!"
"What?"
The village chief didn't have time to think about it and rushed outside immediately. As expected, he saw several huge strange birds approaching rapidly in the sky.
At the same time, some huge mutant creatures such as tigers, crocodiles, mammoths, etc. are also approaching rapidly.
Needless to say, these animal-like monsters are the demon beast army of the Kusha Empire.
The person who created it was none other than Daiba, the second-in-command of the Kusha Empire, the right-hand man of the Emperor of Terror, and the great sorcerer.
"Are these monsters?"
Guts narrowed his eyes, revealing a strong desire to fight.
Because now only a sufficiently powerful enemy can unleash his potential as a voter.
"This is the first time I've seen this, so I'm not very clear, but judging from the situation, it should be correct. If reinforcements don't arrive within a few minutes, today will be the day when the whole village will die."
The village chief was shaking uncontrollably all over as he looked at the army of monsters roaring towards him.
Especially the elephant demon, which is even more exaggerated than a real mammoth. It looks like a moving hill, and when it runs, it causes the surrounding ground to shake violently.
He had no idea what in the village could withstand being stepped on twice by this thing.
Even the women and children hiding in the cellar would be buried alive under the tremendous pressure.
“Leave it to me!”
Guts took a deep breath and walked straight to the entrance of the village, ready to fight.
Soon, the strange bird that arrived first in the sky swooped down and launched an attack.
The claws on their feet are as sharp as sickles. If someone is caught by them, the person will be seriously injured or die on the spot. There is absolutely no possibility of any minor injuries.
But Gus remained unmoved. He tightly grasped the Dragon Slaying Sword and when the opponent was about ten meters away from him, he exerted force with his legs. In an instant, he turned into a cannonball and took off on the spot.
Then the head and neck of this strange bird were completely separated, and it crashed straight into the ground.
With just one strike, the monster died on the spot.
But that’s not all.
Guts was seen in mid-air, stepping on the corpse of the monster bird he had killed before and jumping up again, barely avoiding the attack of the second monster bird. He even got two bloody scratches on his arm. He threw the giant sword backhandedly and split the latter in half, screaming and smashing a big hole on the ground.
By the time he landed and walked over to draw his weapon, the other strange birds no longer dared to dive, but instead circled in the sky, observing this incredibly powerful human.
On one of the birds sat an old man who looked quite old.
But Guts obviously no longer cared about the people on the bird, but focused all his attention on the army of monsters that were roaring towards him.
Especially the elephant demon running in the front, its unstoppable momentum alone is enough to scare ordinary people silly.
Even though Guts had killed many powerful apostles, his palms began to sweat uncontrollably.
Just as he was about to have a head-on collision with this behemoth, he suddenly heard a vague chanting sound coming from behind him.
“I am not a king!
But the one who follows in the king's footsteps!
For the king's peace!
I swear to drive out all enemies! Bloom! Rebellion against my magnificent father!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, a dazzling black-red beam of light instantly shot out from Guts' side, sweeping across the monster army in front of him, and then pierced through the sky and earth to form a terrifying magic explosion.
boom!!!!!!!!
The giant elephant that was rushing in the front with great momentum in the last second turned into dust and drifted away in the wind in the next second.
Not only it, but all other monsters that came here were also reduced to ashes by this attack.
Gus had no idea how to describe what he was seeing.
When he turned his head with a stiff neck, he was shocked to see a girl with long golden hair, wearing silver-red armor, holding a sword that flashed black and red light, and with an excited, bloodthirsty smile on her face.
Although it was the first time they met, he immediately determined that this was the unrestrained General Mordred that the village chief had mentioned.
Because strength and temperament cannot be faked.
The beam of light that destroyed everything just now was the release of the treasure of the British filial son Mordred.
Although the "Sword of Glory" is not as famous as the "Sword of Victory" used by King Arthur, its power is not much inferior to the latter.
What's more, the person in front of him was not some kind of projection, but the real person, and had been repeatedly strengthened by little Annie's magical power and mystery, so just an ordinary release had permanently changed the terrain of this area.
The deep pit that looks like it was left by a meteorite impact will gradually form a lake in a few years.
"Hahahaha! Dayiba, you are still hiding from me like a coward as before. Why don't you come down and fight me? Aren't you known as the most powerful magician in the world?"
Mordred laughed and challenged the old man who was on top of the strange bird.
From her carefree movements, tone, and arrogant eyes, it is not difficult to tell that she does not consider herself a woman at all, not to mention the shy feelings of a young girl. She is a 100% tomboy from head to toe.
"I'm sorry, but now is not the time. Because I know so little about you, and I won't risk my life until I know exactly what you are."
The old man on top of the strange bird opened his mouth and responded in a tone that was neither sad nor happy.
It was as if the army of monsters that had just been killed was not created by him at all.
"Oh? Then how long are you and the Terror Emperor behind you going to hide? Are you going to play this game of hide-and-seek with me forever?"
Mordred raised the sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the strange bird and the old man in the sky. Surging magic power began to gather on the sword.
The surging hatred and disaster that absorbed a large amount of magic power quickly turned into dazzling red lightning.
"Emperor Genishka has already known of your existence. It won't be long before he appears before you. I hope you won't be frightened by his appearance by then."
After saying this, the old man controlled the strange bird and turned away without looking back.
No one noticed that there was an inconspicuous little bottle hidden in his hand, which contained the magic power emitted from the "Glorious King's Sword".
Of course, given Mordred's personality, he wouldn't care too much even if he knew.
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 are 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 possessed legs 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...
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