Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"Throw all the bodies of the losers into the ocean and feed them. Put the losers in the cages. Only the winners can eat normally. We are a group of sinners. There is no need to care about those red tapes."

While Goronni was reveling every night, the cursed fleet on the ocean was also carrying out its own entertainment activities.

Blood splashed everywhere on the battlefield, splashing the yellow sand with a layer of black iron color.

Dozens of young people with white eyes and chopped into pieces were thrown into bags by the red service staff who came forward like checking garbage, and then prepared to throw them into the sea along the edge of the ship, and dark red flowers floated on the sea surface.

They are all a group of whimsical serfs, a group of speculators who want to take the opportunity to gain honor and want to become so-called heroes. They don't deserve to be on this ship.

Those who are not strong enough will always be howlers under the giant axe. If you want honor, you can only get it with blood and swords.

It is a shameful act to simply want to participate in the expedition and then gain honor.

"I repeat, you serfs."

The Goethe Knight, who was already wearing a black and red armor, used a whetstone to rub the fangs of his sawtooth axe and lance until sparks flew. He looked at the young people in front of him indifferently and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know what you are here for. You are just a group of incompetent thieves who want to steal the glory that belongs to the knights. You participated in this chivalrous expedition to make your descendants and the people around you happy, and you didn't even know why you followed in a fit of excitement."

"You are incompetent, you are cowardly, and you have no fighting ability. Rather than letting you disrupt the formation on the battlefield because of fear , it is better to select the best among you. "

"Use your blood to awaken your fighting instincts, and use your abilities to exchange for a chance to survive."

"You were originally just a group of serfs without masters, who just fled in all directions. Under the promise of the previous Knight King, you became so-called free people. But do you think you can be compared with us? No, you still need to prove that you are the most powerful one. "

Wearing heavy steel armor, the red anger in his eyes seemed to turn into a physical entity, making this man look at the serfs in front of him who seemed a little timid but a little agitated with great anger.

Of course he was very angry. He was very angry when the Goethe Knight walked down from that battlefield.

As a knight, he has always pursued a death full of blood and honor.

But the warhorse related to his life thought that he would definitely die there, and ran away privately. He absolutely could not accept such a result. So he killed the warhorse that was like half of his body, smeared the blood on his forehead and heart, and returned to the battlefield to kill all the enemies.

But there is no enemy. If you miss that battlefield, you miss it. There is only one such opportunity in this life. If you run away, you run away. That means you have nothing. Such a result made him really fall into madness.

He must, he must wash away his sins and shame. This humiliation of not being able to fight, this shame of being abandoned, must be washed away with blood.

And looking at those serfs, the anger in the heart of Goethe Knight became even hotter and stronger.

Look at these slaves, they were originally the objects of his protection, but now? These slaves actually want to fight side by side with him, and even want to become his fighting brothers.

What a shame it is, just thinking about Goethe Knight feels that his brain is congested, the strong anger and shame are even going to burn his body, stick his armor to his skin, and make his blood and anger gush out of his eyes and turn into blood and tears.

So, it is necessary to wash away the shame. Those blasphemers and those restless monsters must be eliminated one by one.

"Go prove yourself, prove yourself to be a useful person."

Just like what he said to the serfs in front of him whose skin gradually turned red and whose eyes had a fanatical sense of mission, Goethe Knight also felt that his voice was like an invisible will teaching him.

"Only blood can please the gods, and only strength and fighting can prove everything. Like those monsters in Goronni, who only know how to enjoy dying on women's bellies, they will never be warriors. And we, we will fight for our own interests with blood and swords."

"Go kill those heretics, slaughter those creatures, and cast all the heads into Jingguan. We must prove our strength."

"So now, you fight. Only the final winner can become mine..."

Feeling the shame and anger engraved in his heart as if he was going crazy, and feeling the almost explosive power and ability brought by the strong anger, Goethe Knight roared and said the words he was most reluctant to say.

"... Companion."

Heh, a companion who came out of a serf.

Just saying it, the anger and shame made him chop out an axe in an instant, smashing the sawtooth axe gun in his hand to the ground.

The deafening sound was like a gong, and the serfs in front of him, whose eyes were already red, were picking up their weapons and fighting each other wantonly on this specially arranged battlefield, spilling blood in this area.

Goethe Knight silently left here with his axe and gun, and locked himself in the deepest part of the captain's room.

The humiliation and anger of having to surrender seemed to become his nourishment.

It made him bigger and bigger in the dark and closed captain's room, and his anger and filled power rose higher and higher. In the darkness, Goethe Knight felt that he seemed to be living more truly than ever before.

It was as if his previous life was fake. This strong sense of shame and anger made him unable to help but grab his armor and keep grabbing it. The nails broke and wore to the bones, and the blood stained the dark red armor that was originally in the Bretonnian style into a twisted and dark appearance.

As if it were a living thing, the minced meat, nails and blood were mixed on it, forming a filthy and terrifying picture.

This mutation lasted for several days until a knock on the door woke him up from the mutation.

"Sir."

The voice outside the cabin said:

"We have arrived at the edge of the Chaos Sea according to the route. But we have observed an excellent landing site. Do you want to go ashore directly at this time?"

"...Take me there."

A breath of rusty flames spurted out of his mouth, and his burning eyes slowly raised from the darkness. The huge chain saw axe was held in his hand, allowing his figure to appear in the darkness.

The man with rusty armor, blood stains all over his body, and red eyes was spewing a flame in the cabin. He took his heavy steps, and his three-meter-tall body bent out of the cabin, subconsciously squinting his eyes and looking in the direction pointed by the red servant in front of him.

And in front of them, a huge crack that makes people feel terrified from the soul after seeing it is making a crazy roar in the sky that mortals can't hear.

"That is the wound of the world..."

Looking at the huge crack, Goethe Knight couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.