"No...it's not good! The Kusha people are coming!"
"What? Kusha! Damn it! Quick! Run!"
"Damn! It's too late! Men take up arms and prepare to fight to the death with me! Women and children hide in the cellar!"
"Don't forget to light the beacon! If you can hold on until the kingdom's army arrives, you might be able to escape!"
"You don't need to say that? I just lit the beacon. I hope those guys can come faster, otherwise we will all die today."
"Shut up! Don't say bad words! The Kingdom's army today is not the nobles who only used to show off their words."
"That's right. I heard that our new king is a demon god like the monarch of the Kusha Empire - Emperor Gnishuka. He has unimaginable power and will definitely be able to block the opponent's army."
"Oh - I hope so."
…
Accompanied by nervous and panicked shouts, a village located on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Mitland quickly entered a state of war readiness.
All the men, including old men over fifty years old and young men over thirteen years old, gathered together with items such as pitchforks, sickles, hoes, etc. It was unclear whether they should be considered weapons or agricultural tools.
Women and younger children burrowed into the cellar where grain, vegetables and sundries were stored.
The entrance is either sealed with stones or covered with earth or other materials.
Everyone's eyes revealed strong uneasiness and fear.
Because the reputation of the Kusha people for their cruelty has already resounded throughout the continent with their conquest of other surrounding countries.
Robbery, rape, massacre, and slavery were all commonplace for these terrible invaders.
Almost every city that was captured suffered varying degrees of massacre.
What's even more frightening is that if it falls into the hands of the famous monster army, it may become food for the terrifying monsters, or it may endure inhuman torture and eventually be transformed into a monster controlled by the other party.
Because of this, once the border villages heard that the Kusha people were coming, they would basically abandon their homes and everything and run away.
I don’t want any land, houses, or food.
Many deserted villages were abandoned in this way.
No way, this is the price of living in border areas.
Not to mention this medieval feudal country where wars broke out frequently and people burned each other's villages at every turn. Even in the so-called civilized modern countries on earth, once a war breaks out, the first to be unlucky are always the residents living on the border.
Soon, accompanied by the dust rising in the distance, the cavalry troops of the Kusha Empire swept in at extremely fast speeds.
Although their number is not large, they are very elite.
Moreover, the cavalry of the Kusha Empire are not all typical heavy armored cavalry like the knights and retinues of the Kingdom of Mitland, but there are many light cavalry and archers similar to the nomadic tribes.
The team of almost two to three hundred people in front of them was obviously horse archers.
They were wearing white robes, with only a relatively simple leather armor on the outside, and on their heads was a round pointed helmet similar to that of the Ottoman Empire on Earth.
When approaching the outskirts of the village, these warriors did not directly use their own speed to attack the trembling farmers. Instead, they took out their bows and arrows and shot a rain of arrows into the sky while running.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
With the sound of piercing the air, the arrow quickly drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and fell straight towards the crowd.
"careful!!!!!!"
"Lift the pot lid and the door! Move quickly if you don't want to die!"
Under the command of several middle-aged men who obviously had combat experience, the villagers quickly raised the pot lids used at home and the newly removed doors above their heads in a panic.
Because for them, things like shields are obviously luxury goods, 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 no problem to cover long-range arrows like this.
Of course, it is limited to this kind of horseback compound bow with low draw weight.
If replaced by armor-piercing arrows and heavy arrows fired from a long bow, or crossbow bolts fired from a close-range crossbow, these tattered or even rotten wooden boards would be penetrated in minutes.
Accompanied by the sound of "do-do-do-do-do-do" arrows being nailed to the wood, the villagers successfully blocked this round of running long-distance missiles.
Of course, there were still a few unlucky ones who were hit by arrows and fell to the ground and howled in pain.
But at this moment, it was obvious that he no longer cared about treating their wounds.
The experienced Kusha Rangers had already taken advantage of a hail of arrows to quickly circle around the entire village.
They did not rush to attack, but continued to circle around, occasionally looking for opportunities to shoot cold 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 the cavalry once they gather together to form a dense formation.
In particular, the intersections in villages are often very narrow, and there are large and small houses and yards on both sides as shelters.
This will undoubtedly greatly limit the performance of the cavalry.
Therefore, the commander of this small group of cavalry did not intend to attack forcefully, but wanted to let the opponent collapse on his own first and then pursue him.
"Don't panic! Don't be confused! Don't run! Once we run away, we will all be lambs to be slaughtered!"
A middle-aged man who was suspected to have been a mercenary shouted at the top of his lungs.
Unfortunately, those young people in their teens and twenties were completely panicked by now, their brains were dominated by strong fear, and some even peed their pants in public.
Although it sounds very embarrassing, this is the most real 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 out his scimitar and took the lead in rushing forward. In a manner full of violent aesthetics, he clung to the periphery of the militia formation and easily killed a young man with the help of the acceleration of his mount.
The head was chopped off.
puff!
With a column of blood spurting out from the aorta in the neck, the headless corpse immediately fell straight down.
The pungent smell of blood and the falling bloody heads immediately frightened these villagers, who had experienced the cruelty of war for the first time, to the point where some even dropped their pitchforks and tried to escape by jumping over the wall into the yard.
Unfortunately, they were quickly and accurately shot by the bows and arrows in the hands of the other cavalry during the climb over the wall.
As a saying goes, people who are more afraid of death tend to die faster on the battlefield, but those who are not afraid of death have a greater chance of surviving.
Just when the Kusha Empire rangers were about to kill all the villagers one by one, a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared out of thin air at the entrance to the back of the village.
He looked very tall and strong, carrying a door-panel sword almost as tall as a man on his back. Every step he took would leave deep footprints on the ground.
The appearance of this man undoubtedly confused the soldiers and villagers of the Kusha Empire.
Because they could never imagine that at this time, who would approach dangerous border villages.
Especially since this place had been clearly classified as a war zone more than half a month ago.
The armies of both sides launched a fierce and bloody battle around the villages, towns and fortresses on the border.
It is said that there are casualties ranging from hundreds to thousands of people every day.
Not to mention ordinary businessmen and travelers, even mercenaries who work for money are not willing to go near such a ghost place.
"Go! Kill him!"
The cavalry of the Kusha Empire obviously did not want this outsider to disturb their hunting, so they started shooting arrows at him without saying a word.
But just a second later, the opponent suddenly pulled out the giant sword behind him at lightning speed and blocked it in front of him.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
With the crisp sound of the metal collision and the scattering of 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 dark metal light makes people feel horrified just by looking at it.
"Damn it! This guy seems a little unusual!"
A cavalryman from the Kusha Empire was the first to notice something was wrong and shouted loudly to his companions.
"Humph! He's just a stupid and arrogant mercenary! Pull out your weapons and let us teach him a lesson."
Another cavalryman put away his bow and arrow and pulled out a scimitar with a cold light from his waist.
Under his leadership, the other five cavalrymen also made the same move, and then began to urge their horses to speed up and outflank them from the left and right sides.
As light cavalry who are mainly responsible for reconnaissance, harassment and plunder, they are obviously not equipped with long-handled weapons such as lances and spears, so they do not have any frontal impact at all.
Speed, flexibility, and maneuverability are their real advantages and strengths.
So when they were about to approach the target, two of the fastest cavalry suddenly changed direction and went around behind them, and cooperated with several other companions to launch attacks from all directions and from different angles at the same time.
Obviously, the best response to a weapon as powerful but cumbersome as the greatsword is not to confront it head-on.
Especially the frontal charge that looks menacing is actually just a bait to attract attention.
If the opponent 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 to attack from behind and from the flanks.
This is a classic tactic summed up by nomads from hunting on the grasslands, and it has been passed down for thousands of years since ancient times.
Although very old, it is still very effective.
Because no matter how strong a warrior is, it is impossible to take care of attacks from different directions at the same time.
But it is a pity that this time the light cavalry of the Kusha Empire obviously chose the wrong opponent.
Just when a few of them were about to rush forward while wielding scimitars, the man holding a giant sword suddenly raised his head and revealed a pair of sharp eyes.
The next second...
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The giant 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 them had time to figure out what happened, the six cavalrymen exploded in an instant, with blood, minced meat and internal organs flying everywhere, and then they fell to the ground with a thud.
It is easy to see from the tragic scene and the corpses that were broken into two pieces that, without exception, they were all split in the middle 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, staring straight at this strange intruder with wide eyes.
No one can believe that there are people in this world who can swing such a giant sword that even ordinary people can't pick up as fast as a long sword or a light sword.
But while they were stunned, the swordsman in black had already rushed towards the cavalry closest to him like a god of death, raised his sword and beat the unlucky guy into a meat pie alive.
Yes, you read that right.
This time he did not use a slash, but directly hit the opponent's face with the sword blade.
But even so, the unlucky guy who was hit still flew off the horse like a tattered rag doll, collapsing a courtyard wall with a bang and dying instantly.
Especially the scene where the head is shattered in mid-air, and the eyeballs and brain matter spurt out from the eye sockets, perfectly demonstrates what the ultimate aesthetics of violence is.
You don't need to ask to know that this black-clothed swordsman is Gus who left the royal capital and embarked on his return journey again.
And that giant sword was the Dragon-Slaying Sword reforged by Zuo Si, or it might be more appropriately called the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Because this sword has been enchanted with an enchantment that can give extra damage to monsters, apostles and the Hand of God in this world.
After the successful attack, Gus showed no intention of stopping, but instead started massacring the intruders like a tiger in a herd.
Although he himself has no feelings about the country or the nation, and does not feel that the Kingdom of Mitland has anything to do with him, he still can't help but feel strong anger when he sees innocent civilians being bullied and killed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Especially after becoming a voter of Zuo Si, these originally meaningless emotions will be transformed into powerful forces.
Although Gus doesn't quite understand how this supernatural power works, he can feel that when his emotions fluctuate violently, his strength, speed, and reaction will be greatly improved.
Not only that!
Occasionally, it can also release various magical effects such as fire, lightning, force field impact, etc.
But he is still groping for the specific method of stimulating it correctly, so he came to the border alone to train himself through fighting with the Kusha Empire 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 than directly looking for the demonic beast army of the Kuxia Empire.
"No! Fire the flare quickly! This guy must be a monster created by the Kingdom of Midland! It's not a human being at all!"
Seeing 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 were not threatening at all to issue orders to the soldiers.
Since the two sides have been repeatedly fighting in this area for a long time, they have a series of plans to deal with emergencies.
Among them, the Kusha Empire, which took the initiative to attack, relied on sending out light cavalry and letting them plunder villages on the border. Transport teams were used to lure the defenders of the Kingdom of Mitland to come to the rescue, and then launched when they encountered enemies that they could not deal with.
Signal for help and hold the opponent back, waiting for the support of the monster army.
With a loud bang, a special flare flew into the air and burst into bright, dazzling red light.
Upon seeing this, the Kusha Empire cavalry present immediately became as high in morale as if they had been given blood.
Although more than a dozen people had died under Gus's giant sword, the remaining people did not show any fear. Instead, they quickly adjusted their tactics and spread out using bows and arrows to contain them.
Others took out ropes and nooses from under the saddles, trying to use the power of the horses to knock Gus down and drag him down.
From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that the Kuxia Empire's army is indeed quite powerful. Even if it encounters an enemy whose power far exceeds its own, it still does not flinch at all.
Because compared to death, they are more afraid of their monarch - Emperor Gnishuka, also known as the famous "Terror Emperor".
But this time they clearly picked the wrong opponent.
Guts is no longer the scarred flesh and blood body before, but a powerful chosen one of gods and demons.
He caught several ropeways in his hand, then pulled them back with a grin.
"ah!!!!!"
Several light cavalrymen were immediately pulled from their saddles and flew up, then they were rounded and thrown to the ground like meteor hammers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Under the influence of the huge force, everyone who hit the ground spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and their hips, spine and thighs all suffered obvious fractures.
What's more, his internal organs ruptured and began to bleed profusely. Within half a minute, he convulsed and took his last breath.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, so I won't play with you."
Gus didn't even lower his head to look at the corpses, but closed his eyes to feel the power boiling in his body, and then raised the giant sword high above his head.
Just when others didn't understand what he wanted to do, this tough guy among tough guys suddenly used all his strength to complete a slash.
boom!!!!!!!
Accompanied by the blasting sound in the air and violent vibrations under the feet, the entire ground instantly opened a crack several meters wide.
The frightened horses immediately let out a harsh neighing sound, and then fell to the ground or pressed the rider behind them, or threw them away.
Except for the war horses, the people were not much better. They were also unable to stay standing and balanced and fell to pieces.
The only good thing is that the villagers stood directly on the ground with their feet, so although there were some injuries, most of them were harmless skin injuries.
When everyone's dizziness began to disappear, they saw the terrifying ravine directly in front of Gus, which was more than ten meters long and was cut out by a slash.
All the unlucky ones on this line will, without exception, turn into rain of blood and scatter in all directions.
Not to mention the corpse, even the palm-sized pieces of meat could not be found. They were all broken into pieces and could be directly used as meat filling.
"Strange...monster! This guy is an out-and-out monster!"
A cavalryman who broke his leg obviously had his psychological defense collapsed. He endured the pain like crazy and crawled on the ground quickly, eager to escape this dangerous place as far as possible.
But before he could crawl out a few steps, the giant sword spun and flew over and cut his entire body in half with a hiss. Blood, intestines and other internal wars immediately flowed all over the floor.
That extremely impactful scene made the still-living cavalry of the Kusha Empire feel a biting chill.
They have always slaughtered the civilians of other countries like pigs and dogs, but now they finally feel the former's feelings and despair.
But the problem is that these cavalry have lost their horses now, and some of them can't even get up. They can only watch helplessly as the God of Killing kills one by one, killing a team of two to three hundred people.
At the moment when the last unlucky guy died, the village chief finally came to his senses and asked in a slightly lower and trembling voice: "Sir, are you the reinforcement sent by General Mordred?"
"General Mordred?"
Guts wiped his big sword on a corpse and raised his head with a very puzzled expression.
As a member of the Eagles who had joined the Kingdom of Mitland, he obviously knew something about the top leaders of the entire country, but he had never heard of General Mordred.
"Oh? Isn't it?"
The village chief was obviously a little confused. He began to look for the military rank mark on the strong man's armor, but found that there was nothing on it.
Gus also realized that there was a misunderstanding at this time, and immediately explained: "I am not from the Kingdom of Mitland, I am just a mercenary who happened to be wandering around. If you don't mind, could you tell me about what happened here recently?
Something?"
"Of course! If you don't mind, come with me to the house for a drink of water."
The village chief glanced at the situation of his dead body and several injured people and sighed helplessly.
Even though he had been mentally prepared for this, he still couldn't help but feel sad when things happened.
After all, these young people are the future and hope of the village, and he has watched them grow up little by little since he was a child.
But now some are injured, some are disabled, and some have even lost their lives.
Especially injuries and disabilities, for poor lower-class farmers, sometimes it would be better to die.
Because death is the end of the world, but injury and disability will cause them to lose the ability to work and become a waste that only eats freeloaders, and may need someone to take care of them.
Not only is life miserable for you, but your family and friends will also suffer along with it.
It may sound cruel and inhumane, but this is the naked reality.
As the saying goes, there is no filial son in bed for a long time. No one can bear to take care of an incapacitated patient for many years.
As a member of the lower class of society, Gus certainly knew how miserable the fate of these injured and disabled villagers would be, but there was nothing he could do. He could only pretend that he didn't see them and turned around and followed the village chief into the dilapidated small house next to them.
After drinking a bowl of well water, he began to listen to the other party talk about the recent great changes in the Kingdom of Mitland.
Especially the details about the great purge of the king and the upper aristocracy, and then the rapid militarization of the entire country and an all-out war with neighboring countries.
There are also rumors about the new king - Hansel and the young general Mordred.
After listening to this, Gus felt bad all over.
He originally thought that there was Zuo Si in the east, the Kusha Empire in the west, and Griffith, the Hand of God, who was about to successfully turn around. The world was already chaotic enough.
But who would have thought that two guys who were suspected of being demons would appear halfway and directly cut off the crumbling Kingdom of Mitlan.
After a long silence, Gus finally raised his head and asked: "So what is going on with this new king and his female general? Are your lives getting better or worse than before?"
"Sorry, I don't know either.
According to soldiers in the army, their lives are getting better.
Not only has military pay increased and can be paid out on time, but there is no longer any limit on the room for advancement.
But for border farmers like us, the situation seems to be getting worse.
Although taxes have been abolished, they still have to take on the task of warning and lighting beacons when they see the Kusha Empire army invading.
Perhaps the only good news is that General Mordred did not give up on us and let the damn Kusha people loot and kill us.
After lighting the beacon fire, as long as we hold on for a while, reinforcements will come to save us.
In addition, those legions that are fighting against the trading city-states and the King's Hall all seem to be extremely rich.
Moreover, slaves began to be used in large numbers for various jobs 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 Mitlan is becoming unprecedentedly powerful, and can even resist the invasion of the Kusha Empire while conquering cities in the east and south.
If things continue like this, the King's Hall will be destroyed in about a year at most."
When saying these words, the village chief's expression became obviously very complicated.
On the one hand, he is happy, proud, and proud that his country can become stronger, but on the other hand, he is worried that if this development continues, it will lead to militarism and eventual collapse.
Just when Gus wanted to ask for more details, the villagers suddenly heard nervous shouts outside.
"No...it's not good! It's the monsters from the Kusha Empire! They're coming!"
"What?"
The village chief didn't have time to think too much and rushed outside immediately. Sure enough, he saw several huge strange birds approaching quickly in the sky.
At the same time, there are also some huge tigers, crocodiles, mammoths and other mutant creatures that are also approaching quickly.
You don't need to ask to know that these animal-like monsters are the monster army of the Kusha Empire.
And the person who created it was the second-in-command of the Kusha Empire, the right arm of the Terror Emperor, and the great sorcerer Daiiba.
"These are monsters?"
Gus narrowed his eyes, revealing a strong fighting spirit.
Because now only a strong enough enemy can stimulate his potential as a voter.
"This is the first time I've seen it, so I don't know it very well, but the posture should be correct. If the reinforcements don't arrive within a few minutes, the whole village will die today."
The village chief's whole body was shaking uncontrollably as he watched the roaring army of monsters.
Especially the Elephant Demon, which is even more exaggerated than a real mammoth. It looks like a moving hill, and when it runs, it will cause the surrounding ground to tremble violently.
He had no idea there was anything in the village that 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!"
Gus took a deep breath and walked straight to the entrance of the village, assuming a fighting stance.
Soon, the strange bird that arrived first in the sky swooped down and attacked.
The hooks on their feet are as sharp as sickles. If they are caught, they will be seriously injured or killed on the spot. There is absolutely no possibility of minor injuries.
But Gus was unmoved. He tightened his grip on the Dragon-Slaying Sword and when the opponent was still about ten meters away from him, he exerted force on his legs. His whole body instantly turned into a cannonball and took off on the spot.
Then the head and neck of this strange bird completely separated and hit the ground straight up.
With just one blow, a monster was killed on the spot.
But this is not the end.
Gus, who was in mid-air, stepped on the corpse of the strange bird he had killed before and jumped up again. He could barely avoid the attack of the second strange bird, and even got two blood marks on his arm.
He threw the giant sword and split the latter in the middle, screaming and creating a big hole in the ground.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When he landed and walked over to draw his weapon, the other strange birds no longer dared to dive anymore, but hovered in the sky to observe this powerful man.
Disgraceful human beings.
Sitting on one of the birds was an old man who looked quite young.
But Gus obviously didn't care about the people on the bird at the moment, and instead focused all his attention on the roaring army of monsters.
Especially the Elephant Demon running at the front, whose forward momentum alone is enough to scare ordinary people silly.
Even though Gus had killed many powerful apostles, his palms were beginning to sweat involuntarily.
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 someone who follows in the footsteps of the king!
For the king's peace!
I swear to drive out all enemies!
Bloom!
Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"
As the last word blurted out, a dazzling black-red light beam instantly shot out from Gus's side and swept across the monster army directly in front, and then penetrated the heaven and earth to form a terrifying magic explosion.
boom!!!!!!!!
The giant elephant charging at the front with great momentum one second turned into dust and dispersed in the wind the next.
Not only it, but all the other monsters that came over were also wiped out in this blow.
Gus didn't know how to use words to describe what he saw at this moment.
When he turned his head with a stiff neck, he suddenly saw a man with long blond hair, wearing silver and red armor, holding a sword with a black and red light in his hand, and an excited, bloodthirsty smile on his face.
girl.
Even though it was his first meeting, he immediately recognized that this was the unrestrained General Mordred the village chief mentioned.
Because strength and temperament cannot be faked.
And the beam of light that destroyed everything just now was the release of the Noble Phantasm of Mordred, the filial son of Britain.
Although the "Brilliant King's Sword" is not as famous as the "Victory Golden Sword" used by King Arthur, its power is not much inferior to the latter.
What's more, the person in front of me is not some kind of projection, but the real body, and it has been repeatedly strengthened by Little Annie with magical power and mystery, so just an ordinary release has permanently changed the area.
terrain.
The deep crater, which looks like a meteorite impact, will gradually form a lake within a few years.
"Hahahaha! Deiba, you are still avoiding me like a coward as before. Why don't you come down and challenge me? Aren't you known as the most powerful magician in the world?"
Mordred laughed and challenged the old man on top of the strange bird.
From her careless movements, tone of voice, and extremely arrogant eyes, it is easy to see that she does not regard herself as a woman at all, let alone the feelings of a shy and adolescent girl. She is a 100% tomboy from head to toe.
"Sorry, now is not the time. Because I know too little about you, and I won't risk my life before I figure out what you are."
The old man sitting 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 legion of demonic beasts that had just been killed were not created by him at all.
"Oh? Then how long do you and the Terror Emperor behind you plan to hide? Are you going to play a hide-and-seek game with me for the rest of your life?"
Mordred raised the sword in his hand and pointed the front end at the strange bird and the old man in the sky. The 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 Gnishuka is already aware of your existence, and he will appear in front of you soon. I hope you will not be frightened by his posture by then."
After saying this, the old man controlled the strange bird and turned around and left without looking back.
No one noticed at all that there was an inconspicuous small bottle hidden in his hand, which contained the magic power shot from the "Brilliant King's Sword".
Of course, given Mordred's character, he wouldn't care too much even if he knew.
Watching Daiba turn into a small black dot and disappear from sight, she immediately turned around and looked at Gus with great interest. After a while, she suddenly came closer and patted the dragon-slaying sword without hesitation.
Praising: "Well done!
You are the most powerful mortal I have ever seen, bar none.
Are you interested in joining my legion?
I can directly give you the position of captain and carry out transformations that will 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 were coming together behind 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 the eyes, arms, back, thighs and feet have all undergone varying degrees of mutation.
One of them was even covered with a thick layer of black scales, and his entire head was flat and flat like a lizard man.
If the mark on his body hadn't started to hurt and bleed, he would have even thought he was an apostle.
"They are all the lucky ones who were chosen.
Although some side effects inevitably occur, it can gain strength far beyond that of ordinary people.
With your qualifications, you can definitely accept more and stronger transformations.
Come on, join me, I promise to lead you to defeat the Kusha Empire and conquer the world.
At that time, whether you want gold, silver, wealth or beautiful women, you will be satisfied.
He even sealed the territories and became a king himself."
Mordred obviously liked the macho man standing in front of him.
Of course, this is not the kind of love between men and women, and she has no awareness of this. She just hopes to recruit more powerful subordinates to fight with her everywhere.
"Sorry, I have no intention of joining any force, and I don't like to follow other people's orders."
Gus chose to refuse without hesitation.
Because his current goal is to kill Griffith after he turns around for the second time, completely destroying all ambitions and wishes of this enemy, and seeking justice for everyone, including himself.
Nothing else interested him.
What's more, the experience in the Eagle Group has become some kind of terrible inner shadow and nightmare that plagues Gus.
He will never forget that when he helped Griffith to get rid of the second heir of the Kingdom of Mitland, Uris, he turned his sneak assassination into a mower and accidentally killed the other party's young son.
dead.
At that time, he felt pain and guilt for the first time that he had killed the wrong person.
It was also from that time that Gus realized that he could not follow in Griffith's footsteps forever and regard the other person's dream as his own.
Then he would not be worthy of being Griffith's friend, but just a vassal, servant and subordinate.
This is also a landmark event that caused the Eagle Group to suddenly turn from its peak to decline.
So now Gus is afraid of interacting with others, afraid of establishing new intimate relationships, and afraid that he will implicate the other person.
But Mordred obviously didn't care about this. Instead, he jumped up and hugged Gus' 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 good drink first and get to know each other a little bit.”
Yes, you read that right.
Modred jumped up and hung it around Gus's neck like a pendant.
There is no way, who made her so short.
After all, Artoria, the "original body", is only 1.54 meters tall, so Xiao Mo's "father" who was a perfect clone of himself is also 1.54 meters tall.
And Gus is over two meters tall.
When the two of them stood together, Mordred couldn't even reach Gus's chest, and could only barely reach around his belly button.
So the only way to get your arms around the other person's neck is to jump up.
I have to say that the current scene of the two of them holding hands is actually a bit funny.
And Gus obviously didn't expect that a girl would be so careless, with his penis almost touching the other girl's chest.
Thanks to the raised breastplate, otherwise his face would be touching where it shouldn't be.
But what Gus doesn't know is that it doesn't matter if he encounters it.
Both Artoria and Mordred are absolutely A-level, and they are not even as good as some men with well-developed chest muscles.
"Damn! Let go! I'm not interested in going back with you, and I don't want to get to know you."
Gus tried hard to break free, but found that this girl with thin arms and legs had strange strength that was completely disproportionate to her body. He tried to break the arm several times but failed in the end, and was dragged forward instead.
"Relax! It's just a glass of wine. I swear I will never force you."
Mordred had a happy smile on his face and completely ignored the other party's resistance.
In this way, she forced Gus back to the castle where she was stationed in a near-kidnapping method...