Then the team sneaked into the deepest secret cell without any hindrance and saw the White Eagle which had already landed.
After a year of torture, including having his tendons cut, being branded with irons, and having his tongue cut off, Griffith had lost his handsome looks and strong physique and became a skinless shell lying in the dark.
Only the helmet symbolizing the Eagle Order was worn on his head, as if it were a mockery.
Gus hugged his friend, his eyes filled with tears, his heart filled with guilt, self-blame and anger.
Was it really my departure that caused all this?
And Griffith… stretched out his skinny arm towards Guts’ neck, but lowered his arm when he saw his friend’s tears.
"Ah, Guts, I still can't hate you after all..."
No one knew the change in Griffith's heart at this moment.
Then, the furious Guts raised his heavy sword and slashed open the wooden door that the torturer had closed on his own initiative.
Kill this scum on the spot.
Then he rushed out with a sword and directly killed through the Tower of Regeneration.
The extremely domineering Guts was controlled by anger, and an invisible airflow began to condense on the black giant sword.
Whether it was the stone wall or the assassinated guards along the way, they were all cut in half by one sword.
As terrifying as a devil, he brought Griffith back to the sunlight step by step.
"Go back and tell the king that I will kill him! I must kill him!"
He just fought his way out and left the city of Windham in a carriage.
The old king of the ghost also issued a killing order.
Griffith, who took away his daughter's virginity, and Guts, who said in public that he wanted to kill him, are both enemies who must be killed.
The leader of the Black Dog Knights, Huaard, accepted the mercenary mission and led his men to chase after the Eagle Knights.
This is an army of convicted murderers and rapists.
And Huaard is actually a perverted apostle who wants to experience excitement.
When he catches up with Guts in the dense forest, a big battle begins.
At the beginning, Black Dog fought Guts in human form with a stick in hand, trying to pretend by saying some bad words.
But after a few moves, he was knocked off his horse by the black heavy sword.
"Apostle, the stench on your body cannot be concealed at all. Stand up! I will make you stand up!"
Guts's eyes were filled with cruelty and brutality even more than that of the apostles.
Just like what the Skeleton Knight said, he was a warrior born from death and knew better how to lead his enemies to death.
Seeing Griffith being tortured like this, a fire of violence built up in his heart.
There are no coincidences in the dark world, and Griffith's tragedy was definitely planned by an unknown force.
The constant pursuit and killing made the fire burn even more vigorously.
Now that he had encountered the Apostle of Darkness, all his emotions were finally ignited.
Huaard...are you the apostle or am I the apostle?
In a rage, he tore through the limitations of the human body, and went from being a pervert to a major pervert.
The lower body turned into a giant ape-like monster with three eyes and a mouth on the shoulders and chest.
The tentacle-like tongue stretched out in mid-air and dripped mucus, a combination of lust and the power of violence.
He thought that the aura of darkness could scare humans, but...
Dodge and draw your sword.
The heavy sword wrapped in black air flow cut off the tongue that looked like a penis without any hindrance.
"Waste, I told you to pick it up, pick it up!"
Walard?
"I am... ahhh!!!"
Another super-fast moving and connected slash, and the monster with its ankle cut off knelt on one knee.
A murderous aura enveloped the space.
The black airflow wrapped around the sword, and he swung the sword again and again!
Swish, swish, swish...the continuous cutting of the heavy sword made blood bloom on the ground.
The terrifying black moon appeared before the eyes of the world.
The monster's howling and Guts' brutal methods made the Black Dog criminals
The moves that exceeded the limit made the muscles tremble and tear, and the pain invaded the brain.
But Gus felt very happy.
Walder was finally frightened by the fierce sword skills.
"Mad man! Mad man! Let me go...Ah!!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, a black sword stabbed into it.
Face to face, Guts used his terrifying eyes to directly break down the black dog's defense.
"I swear!! I will drive! All! the! Apostles! Out! And! Kill! Them!"
The black waning moon fell, and a gorgeous decapitation cut off the enemy's head.
The Skeleton Knight who was watching the battle in secret retreated silently. It seemed that this guy born from death was a little different.
Finally, the will of the abyss appeared and dragged Walder's soul into hell. His body was devoured by all kinds of ghosts and monsters and disappeared on the spot, leaving only a shriveled old man.
The battle was over and no one even dared to approach Guts.
The aura of this man was so violent that I could feel my heart pounding just by watching him from a distance.
It seemed that the other party was no longer the same species as them, but a humanoid monster.
Griffith just stood behind and watched his best friend display his power.
White Eagle, whose body had been destroyed to the extreme, even felt his body trembling.
Why am I watching the fight? Oh, because I can’t even hold the sword.
Watching this guy who left me a year ago come back like a devil.
That strong physique, the even more gorgeous and terrifying swordsmanship, and the power and speed that he could not understand.
Both of them show that the other person is the one who truly flies into the sky.
And my own ambition, the pain and torture of this year, and the lost dreams have become the most boring things.
There seemed to be something surging in my heart. To describe it carefully, it should be black mud.
Stupid, paranoid, crazy, indifferent, greedy, cowardly, speculative, shameless.
Darkness is surging from the bottom of his heart. Griffith has always been full of human evil, but it has been covered up by his glorious appearance in the past.
Now a black wing is slowly opening, and Femont's awakening has already begun.
Complex thoughts came to his mind, and human Griffith was in pain, very much in pain.
In the carriage.
“Fortunately, the Behelet has disappeared, maybe I misunderstood.
I will take you to the Southern Republic, Teacher Noah may have a solution.
The healing methods of witches and fairies are still very powerful.
You will be fine.”
Griffith behind the mask didn't respond much, but his thought became more intense.
"You know what, Gus, at some point, I'd give up my dream for you."
"But I have lost my dream and cannot stand in front of you."
Under a certain sunset, Griffith saw his former self and the castle in his dreams.
An inexplicable force gathered and the carriage rushed into the distance.
No matter how people behind him shouted at him, he never looked back. This time he wanted to end it all in his own way.
Griffith, who fell into the lake, looked at his broken arm and let out a harsh, sharp, hoarse laugh.
Without a tongue, he looked like a dying crow, so shrunken.
He wanted to commit suicide with the help of the wooden spikes in the lake, but he didn't even have the strength to do that.
Just at this moment, Behelet, who had been drifting for a whole year, came to the lake again and came into his hands.
Guts also arrived with the members of the Eagle Group.
Looking at the Behelet, Guts's ominous premonition reached its peak.
"No, no, don't, Griffith!!!"
The White Eagle behind the mask also looked towards the shore, at the rude, stupid idiot who could only swing a sword.
Darkness falls.
The solar eclipse has begun.
Chapter 144 Obstacles in the South
Southern battlefield.
Dozens of war elephants pulled a huge and magnificent sedan chair, which was decorated with gorgeous enamel and gold gems, symbolizing wealth and power.
What was frightening was that blood was leaking out of the sedan chair and scattering on the barren land.
Genishka, the most powerful overlord on this continent, is furious with impotence.
It is so difficult for an army of three million to even approach the mainland of the Republic.
During this period, there were only three major battles, or in other words, there were three encounters with the enemy's main forces, and each time we "won".
The enemy killed crazily and then evacuated voluntarily, while the multinational coalition forces were like a bloated giant unable to respond. There was even chaos among the slave army, the Kushan army, and the coalition forces, and a large number of them were trampled on and killed or injured.
Although the army continued to advance, its morale was irretrievably low.
Could it be that the strategy of conquering the whole world was formulated by the South? It was clearly controlled by angels from outside the world, why did it turn out like this!
He didn't understand and thought it was a shame for Kusha and also for himself.
Several months have passed since the war was declared, and the result is the razing of all the allied countries along the way.
They also lost 10,000 elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers, and the scouts did not bring back any useful intelligence.
As for the casualties among the coalition forces of small countries, it doesn’t matter at all.
The enemy left behind only a handful of corpses.
He was completely crushed tactically, and every battle was fought according to the enemy's wishes. It was incredible that such a passive ability would appear in Kusha.
Of course, in addition to tactics, there are many off-field factors.
The hilly terrain makes it very slow for heavy equipment such as artillery to move forward, rockfalls are abnormally frequent, water levels in areas with dense rivers are also rising abnormally, and the frequency of various natural disasters being triggered is obviously man-made.
It seems that the news of the alliance between the South, the Spirit Tree House and the Fairy Island is not false.
Although the Spirit Tree House has a good relationship with the spirits of the four directions, only high-level officials can risk being crushed by the army and cast magic on a large scale.
Are the mice eliminated by history still struggling unwillingly?
At this time, thick fog rose again in front of them. The army skillfully prepared to station and did not even dare to send out the slave army to continue the sweep.
It had happened several times before, where large groups of slaves numbering tens of thousands had disappeared into the fog and never returned.
Then the flank was attacked again. I wonder if those guys are all crazy?
The harassment continued day and night, with all kinds of outrageous weapons being used one after another.
