A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"No... It's bad! The Kushans are coming!"

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

"Damn it! It's too late! Men, pick 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 on until the kingdom's army arrives, we may be able to escape!"

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

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

"That's right. I heard that our new king is a demon god like the monarch of the Kushan Empire, Emperor Genishuka, who has unimaginable power and can definitely stop the enemy's army."

"Alas - I hope so."

...

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

All the men, including those over fifty and teenagers over thirteen, gathered together holding things such as pitchforks, sickles, hoes, etc., which were not sure whether they should be considered weapons or farm tools.

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

The entrances were either crushed with stones or covered with mud or other things.

Everyone's eyes revealed strong anxiety and fear.

Because the reputation of the brutality of the Kushans had long been resounding throughout the continent with their conquest of other countries around them.

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

Almost every captured city was massacred to varying degrees.

What's more terrifying is that if they fall into the hands of the famous monster army, they may become food for the terrifying monsters, or suffer inhuman torture and eventually be transformed into monsters controlled by the other side.

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

All land, houses, and food are gone.

Many empty villages were abandoned like this.

There is no way, this is the price you have to pay for living in border areas.

Not to mention this medieval feudal country where wars are frequent and villages are burned at any time, even if a war breaks out in a modern country on the earth that claims to be civilized, the first to suffer are 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 number is not large, they are very elite.

Moreover, the cavalry of the Kusha Empire is not all typical heavy cavalry like the knights and followers of the Kingdom of Midland, but there are many light cavalry and archers like nomadic tribes.

The team of about two or three hundred people in front of them is obviously the archers.

They wear white robes, only a relatively simple leather armor on the outside, and a round pointed helmet on their heads similar to the Ottoman Empire on Earth.

When approaching the outskirts of the village, these warriors did not use their own speed to directly attack the frightened farmers, but took out their bows and arrows while running and shot a round of arrows into the sky.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

Accompanied by the sound of piercing the air, the arrows quickly drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and fell directly towards the crowd.

"Be careful!!!!!!"

"Raise the pot lids and doors in your hands! If you don't want to die, move quickly!"

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

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

Although it is of no use in close combat, it is still no problem to shield long-range arrows like now.

Of course, it is limited to this kind of horse-mounted composite bow with low tension.

If it were armor-piercing arrows and heavy arrows shot from longbows, or crossbow arrows shot from close range, these tattered and even rotten wooden boards would be penetrated in a minute.

Accompanied by the sound of arrows nailed to the wood, the villagers successfully blocked this round of long-range projectiles while running.

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

But at this moment, it was obviously too late to treat their wounds.

The experienced Kusha Rangers had taken advantage of a round of arrow rain to quickly circle around the entire village.

They did not rush to attack, but kept circling 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 the village 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.

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

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

A middle-aged uncle who was suspected of having been a mercenary shouted at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, those young people in their teens and twenties were completely panicked at this moment, their brains 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 his scimitar and rushed forward first, sticking to the periphery of the dense formation of the militia in a way full of violent aesthetics, and easily chopped off the head of a young man with the acceleration of his mount.

Puff!

Accompanied by a column of blood spurting out of the neck artery, the headless corpse immediately fell straight down.

The pungent smell of blood and the rolling bloody head immediately scared these villagers who felt the cruelty of war for the first time. Some even dropped their pitchforks and wanted to jump 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 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 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 behind the village.

He looked very tall and strong, carrying a door-plate sword almost as tall as a man, and every step he took would leave 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 couldn't imagine who would approach the dangerous border village at this time.

Especially as early as more than half a month ago, this place had been clearly divided into a war zone.

The armies of both sides launched a tragic and bloody battle around the villages, towns and fortresses on the border.

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

Not to mention ordinary merchants and travelers, even mercenaries who are paid to work are unwilling to approach such a ghost place.

"Go! Kill him!"

The Kusha Empire's cavalry obviously didn't want this outsider to disturb their hunting, and they started shooting arrows at him without saying a word.

But just a 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!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision and the golden sparks flying everywhere, all the arrows were spread out by the thick sword of the giant sword.

To be precise, even the dents and a few white marks could not be left.

The non-reflective black metal made people feel terrified just by looking at it.

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

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

"Humph! He's just a stupid and arrogant mercenary! Draw your weapons and let us teach him a lesson."

Another cavalryman put away his bow and arrows and pulled out a cold scimitar 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 outflanking 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 did not have any frontal impact 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 turned around and went around to the back, cooperating with several other companions to launch a siege from different angles from all directions.

Obviously, for a weapon as powerful but very heavy as a giant sword, the best response is not to confront it head-on.

Especially the frontal charge that looks fierce 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 turn around and go around, allowing their companions who come from behind and on the flank to attack.

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

Although it is very old, it is still very effective.

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

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

When they were about to rush forward with scimitars, the man holding the giant sword suddenly raised his head and showed a pair of sharp eyes.

The next second...

Puff! Puff! Puff!

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 could figure out what happened, the six cavalrymen exploded instantly, and blood, minced meat and internal organs splattered everywhere, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

From the tragic scene and the bodies broken into two pieces, it is not difficult to see that they were all split in the middle by the bloody giant sword without exception.

Shock!

Fear!

Unbelievable!

The Kusha Empire's light cavalry 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 just as they were stunned, the black-clad swordsman had already rushed towards the cavalryman closest to him like the god of death, and slapped the unlucky guy into a meat pie with his sword.

Yes, you read that right.

He did not use a slash this time, but used the sword to smash the opponent's face directly.

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 of the head shattering in mid-air, and the eyeballs and brains spurting out of the eye sockets, perfectly demonstrated what is the most extreme violent aesthetics.

No need to ask, you know that this black-clad swordsman is Guts who left the capital and set out on his way home again.

And the giant sword is the Dragon Slayer Sword recast by Zuo Si, or it is more appropriate to call it the Demon Slayer Sword.

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

After the attack, Guts had no intention of stopping, but slaughtered these invaders like a tiger in a flock of sheep.

Although he himself did not have any national or ethnic sentiments, and did not think that the Kingdom of Mitlan had anything to do with him, he still could not help but feel strong anger when he saw innocent civilians being bullied and killed.

Especially after becoming Zuo Si's elect, these emotions that originally had no meaning would be transformed into powerful forces.

Although Guts did not 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, various magical effects such as flames, lightning, and force field shocks could be released.

But he was still exploring how to stimulate it correctly, so he came to the border alone and wanted to hone himself through fighting with the Kusha Empire army.

After all, it was too troublesome to dig out the apostles hidden in the crowd one by one, which was far less direct and convenient than directly looking for the Kusha Empire's monster army.

"Not good! Quickly fire a signal flare! This guy must be a monster created by the Kingdom of Midland! He is not a human at all!"

Seeing that more than a dozen cavalrymen were 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 both sides had been fighting repeatedly in this area for a long time, they both had 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 to plunder villages and transport teams on the border to lure the defenders of the Kingdom of Midland to come to the rescue, and then when encountering an enemy that they could not deal with, they would send a distress signal and hold the enemy back, waiting for the support of the monster army.

Accompanied by a loud bang, a special signal flare flew into the air and burst into a bright and dazzling red light.

The Kusha Empire cavalry present immediately became as morale-boosted as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Although more than a dozen people had died under Gus's giant sword, the remaining people did not have the slightest fear, but quickly adjusted their tactics and dispersed to use bows and arrows to contain them.

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

From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that the army of the Kusha Empire is indeed quite fierce. Even when they encounter an enemy with far greater power, they still do not retreat at all.

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

But this time they obviously picked the wrong opponent.

Gus is no longer the scarred flesh and blood body before, but a powerful chosen one of gods and demons.

I saw several ropeways being grabbed by him, and then he pulled them back with a grim smile.

"Ah!!!!!!!"

Several light cavalrymen were immediately pulled off the saddle and flew up, and then they were swung like meteor hammers and fell to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the action of huge force, everyone who hit the ground spurted out a large mouthful of blood with a wow, and there were obvious fractures in the hips, spine and thighs.

Worse still, his internal organs ruptured and began to bleed heavily, and he twitched and breathed his last in less than half a minute.

"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, but closed his eyes to feel the boiling power in his body, and then raised the giant sword high above his head.

Just when the others didn't understand what he wanted to do, this tough guy suddenly used all his strength to complete a slash.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Accompanied by the explosion of air and the violent vibration under his feet, the entire ground instantly cracked into a crack several meters wide.

The frightened horses immediately made a harsh neigh, and then fell to the ground one after another, either pressing the riders behind them or throwing them out directly.

In addition to the war horses, the people were not much better, and they were also unable to stand and balance and fell to the ground.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the villagers were standing directly on the ground, so although some were injured, most of them were minor 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 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 made into meat fillings.

"Strange...monster! This guy is an out-and-out monster!"

A cavalryman who broke his leg clearly had his psychological defense collapsed. He endured the pain like crazy and crawled quickly on the ground, eager to escape this dangerous place as far as possible.

But before he could crawl out a few steps, the giant sword flew over and cut him in half with a whoosh, and blood, intestines and other internal wars immediately flowed all over the floor.

That extremely impactful scene made the still-living Kusha Empire cavalry feel a biting chill.

They have always slaughtered civilians from 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 this 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 great sword on a corpse and raised his head with a very puzzled expression.

As a member of the Eagle Group who had joined the Kingdom of Mitlan, 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 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 to the house with me and have 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.

But now some are injured, some are disabled, and some have even lost their lives.

Especially when injured and disabled, for poor lower-class farmers, sometimes it would be easier to die than 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 who only eats freeloaders, and may need someone to take care of them.

Not only is life uncomfortable 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 bedside for a long time. No one can bear to take care of an incapacitated patient for many years.

Gus, who was born at the bottom of society, 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's story about the recent great changes in the Kingdom of Mitland.

Especially the details about the purge of the king and the upper aristocratic class, and then the rapid militarization of the entire country and all-out war with surrounding 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 with Zuo Si to the east, the Kusha Empire to the west, and the Hand of God Griffith 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 being silent for a long time, Gus finally raised his head and asked: "So, what about 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, life is getting better for them.

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 what's really going on, go and have 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 was happy, proud, and proud that his country could become stronger. On the other hand, he was worried that if this continued, it would lead to militarism and eventually collapse.

Just when Gus wanted to ask for more details, the villagers suddenly shouted nervously outside.

"No... It's bad! It's the monsters of the Kusha Empire! They are coming!"

"What?"

The village chief had no time to think about it, and rushed outside at the first time. Sure enough, he saw several huge birds approaching rapidly in the sky.

At the same time, some huge tigers, crocodiles, mammoths and other mutant creatures were also approaching rapidly.

No need to ask, you know that these animal-like monsters are the monster army of the Kusha Empire.

And the person who created it is the second in command of the Kusha Empire, the right arm of the Emperor of Terror, and the great sorcerer-Daibaba.

"Are these monsters?"

Gus narrowed his eyes and revealed a strong desire to fight.

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'm not very clear, but judging from the situation, it should be correct. If the 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 as he watched the army of monsters roaring in.

Especially the elephant demon, which was more exaggerated than a real mammoth, looked like a moving hill, and when it ran, it would cause the surrounding ground to shake violently.

He didn't know 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 huge pressure.

"Leave it to me!"

Gus took a deep breath and walked straight to the entrance of the village to take a fighting stance.

Soon, the strange birds that arrived first in the sky swooped down and attacked.

The claws on their feet were as sharp as sickles. If they were caught, they would be seriously injured or die on the spot. There would be absolutely no light injuries.

But Guts was unmoved. He held the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly and exerted force with his legs when the opponent was about ten meters away from him. The whole person instantly turned into a cannonball and took off on the spot.

Then the head and neck of the strange bird were completely separated, and it crashed straight into the ground.

With just one blow, a monster was killed on the spot.

But this is not the end.

Guts, who was in mid-air, stepped on the body of the strange bird he had killed before and jumped up again. He barely avoided the attack of the second strange bird, and even had two bloody marks on his arm. He threw the giant sword backhanded and split the latter in the middle, screaming and smashing a big hole on the ground.

When he landed and walked over to draw his weapon, the other strange birds did not dare to continue diving, but circled in the sky to observe this incredibly strong human.

On one of the birds sat an old man who looked quite old.

But Guts obviously didn't care about the people on the bird at the moment, but focused all his attention on the army of monsters that were roaring over.

Especially the elephant demon running in the front, the unstoppable momentum alone is enough to scare ordinary people silly.

Even though Guts has 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 voice behind him.

"I am not the king!

But the one who follows the king!

For the peace of the king!

I swear to drive out all enemies!

Bloom!

Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

As the last word came out, a dazzling black and red light column instantly shot out from Guts' side and swept across the monster army in front, and then penetrated the sky and the earth to form a terrifying magic explosion.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The giant elephant that was still rushing in the front with great momentum in the last second turned into dust and drifted away with the wind in the next second.

Not only it, but the other monsters that came were also destroyed in this blow.

Guts had no idea how to describe what he saw at the moment.

When he turned his head stiffly, he saw a girl with long golden hair, wearing silver-red armor, holding a sword with black and red afterglow in her hand, and an excited and bloodthirsty smile on her face.

Although it was the first time they met, he immediately determined that this was the unrestrained General Mordred mentioned by the village chief.

Because strength and temperament cannot be faked.

And the beam of light that destroyed everything just now was the release of the treasure of the British filial son Mordred.

Although the "Glorious King's Sword" 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 one in front of him is not a projection, but a real body, and has been repeatedly strengthened by little Annie with magic power and mystery, so just an ordinary release has permanently changed the terrain of this area.

The deep pit left by the meteorite impact will gradually form a lake in a few years.

"Hahahaha! Daibaba, 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 on the strange bird above his head.

From her carefree movements, tone, and arrogant eyes, it is not difficult to see that she does not regard herself as a woman at all, not to mention the shy feelings of a young girl. She is a 100% tomboy from head to toe.

"Sorry, it's not the right time yet. Because I know too little about you, I won't risk my life before I figure out what you are."

The old man on the strange bird opened his mouth and responded in a tone without sadness or joy.

It was as if the monster army that was killed just now was not created by him at all.

"Oh? Then how long do you and the Emperor of Terror behind you plan to hide? Are you going to play this game of hide-and-seek 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, and the surging magic power began to gather on the sword.

The surging hatred and disaster that absorbed a lot of magic power quickly turned into dazzling red lightning.

"Emperor Genishka has known of your existence. It won't be long before he appears before you. I hope you won't be frightened by his attitude then."

After saying this, the old man turned around and left without looking back, controlling the strange bird.

No one noticed that he had an inconspicuous little bottle hidden in his hand, which contained the magic power emitted from the "Brilliant King Sword".

Of course, with Mordred's character, he wouldn't care too much even if he knew.

Watching Daiba turn into a small black dot and disappear out of sight, she immediately turned around and looked at Guts with interest. After a long while, she suddenly came close and patted the Dragon Slayer Sword hard, praising him generously: "Well done!

You are the most powerful mortal I have ever seen, no one else.

Are you interested in joining my legion?

I can directly give you the position of a thousand-man captain, and make transformations that can make you stronger, just like them."

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

"They are..."

Guts was obviously surprised.

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

One of them is covered with a thick layer of black scales, and his whole head is flat and flat like a lizard man.

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

"They are all lucky ones who have been chosen.

Although some side effects are inevitable, they can gain power far beyond ordinary people.

With your qualifications, you can 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, treasures or beautiful women, you will be satisfied.

Even become a king by yourself."

Mordred obviously likes the tough guy 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 aspect. She just hopes to recruit more powerful men to fight with her.

"Sorry, I have no intention of joining any force, and I don't like to follow the orders of others."

Gus chose to refuse without hesitation.

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

Nothing else can arouse his interest.

Moreover, the experience in the Eagle Group has become a kind of terrible psychological shadow and nightmare that haunts Guts.

He will never forget that when he helped Griffith to eliminate the second heir of the Midland Kingdom, Yuris, he played the infiltration assassination and accidentally killed the other party's young son.

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

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

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

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

So now Guts is afraid to interact with others, afraid to establish new close relationships, and afraid that he will implicate the other party.

But Mordred obviously didn't care about these. Instead, he jumped up and hugged Guts' neck in a familiar manner, 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 the battles and tasks you like.

Come on, follow me back.

Let's have a good drink first, and by the way, we can have a preliminary understanding of each other."

Yes, you read it right.

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

There is no way, who made her so short.

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

And Guts is more than two meters tall.

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

So he had to jump up to hug each other's neck.

It must be said that the picture of the two of them with their arms around each other is a bit funny.

And Guts obviously didn't expect a girl to be so reckless, his face was almost touching her chest.

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

But what Guts didn't know was that it didn't matter even if it did.

Both Altria and Mordred were absolute A-to-A, and they were not even as good as some men with developed chest muscles.

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

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

"Relax! It's just a drink, I swear I will never force you."

Mordred's face was filled with a happy smile, completely ignoring 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...