A foreigner's journey

Gus didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he fell into a boundless nightmare.

In the wilderness strewn with broken swords and blood, young Gus was running hard with his bare feet, and an inexplicable giant monster was chasing him behind him.

It was his deepest nightmare, a painful memory that he could never forget throughout his life, and it was also the spark that forged his sharp blade.

Cold, painful, and struggling, Gus fell deeper and deeper in his dream, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. But for some reason, there was always a warmth around him that encouraged and comforted him.

Black eyes, that's a woman...who is it?

After an unknown amount of time, Gus finally woke up and found himself lying quietly in a tent with bandages on his body.

He managed to walk out of the tent while covering his wounds, and found that this was a temporary camp. It was not large in scale compared to those of regular bureaus or large mercenary groups, but the advantage was that most of them were young people and full of energy.

In the distance, the beautiful girl with slightly dark skin was arguing with the leader named Griffith. It seemed that Griffith was trying to comfort her but failed. The girl shook off Griffith's help with tears in her eyes. With the hand on her shoulder, she turned around and saw Gus who had just walked out of the camp, and suddenly strode towards Gus with anger.

Bang! A heavy punch hit Gus's wound hard. The pain was so painful that Gus couldn't speak and could only squat down and cover the wound.

"Why didn't you get stabbed in the head by that black-robed man with a stick?" Casca ran away angrily after saying this.

W-Who is this? Gus waited for a while before getting up.

At this time, Jiedu, a young man with braided hair who was sitting aside to maintain his flying knife, spoke:

"Please don't blame her. Although Casca is a girl, she works harder and is stronger than most of the men in the Eagle Group. But under Griffith's order, in order to prevent your body from losing too much blood, Cold and stiff, she slept with you for two days and two nights to preserve your body temperature.”

As he spoke, Jiedu casually threw the flying knife into the distance, hitting a crow on a tree branch in the distance:

"It's a bit ridiculous to say that it is women's duty to keep men warm."

That woman, it was her... Gus looked at Casca's retreating figure, feeling a little absent-minded. Because of the shadow of his childhood, he extremely objected to others touching his body, but the woman named Casca surprisingly did not dislike her.

"Gus."

Hearing the call to himself, Gus came back to his senses and found Griffith already standing in front of him. The latter smiled and said:

"Let's talk?"

The two came to the hills outside the camp.

"Are you ready to pay?" Gus, still carrying the giant sword, looked at Griffith and curled his lips: "First of all, it's not my fault that I couldn't keep that weirdo in black robe. You can't use this as an excuse. Steal my money."

"I will pay you the money. But before that, can we have a good chat?"

Griffith turned to look at Gus:

"Three days ago, I noticed you during the castle attack and defense battle. Your bravery in killing the gray knight Baskisun left a very deep impression on me. Frankly speaking, I like you very much."

"Uh...my orientation is normal." Gus stuttered.

Griffith scratched his cheek: "Me too. What I mean by 'favorable' is my opinion of you as a warrior. Stay with Gus, join me, and become my right-hand man. I need you!"

Gus was stunned for a moment, then slowly exhaled: "You have to have a limit when you talk to yourself."

Clang! He suddenly pulled out the giant sword from behind and pointed it at Griffith from a distance.

"They are all mercenaries, so don't make it so complicated."

Gus' eyes were serious and his muscles were tense:

"Use this sword to end it. If I win, you will no longer be able to pester me."

"...What if I win?"

"Then it's up to you. You can join your mercenaries or you can kill me. It's up to you."

"I see."

Clang! Griffith also drew out the knight sword from his waist and took a stance:

"I don't hate the so-called robbery of treasures. Casca, please don't interfere. I will definitely get what I want."

Casca, who followed secretly and hid behind a big tree, ready to draw her sword to help, froze.

Griffith looked at Gus, holding the knight's sword flat in his hand in a fencing posture: "One last question, do you need to change the date of the duel? With your body just recovering from a serious illness, wouldn't it be more disadvantageous?"

"Without further ado!"

Guts roared loudly, swung his giant sword and attacked Griffith.

The two kept brandishing their weapons and a fierce battle broke out.

The members of the Eagle Group in the distance also noticed this and rushed over.

Gorkas took aim at Gus with his crossbow: "Not only does that bastard not appreciate it, he actually attacks Griffith, kill him!" His teammates also picked up their crossbows.

But Casca stopped them: "No one is allowed to pass. This is Griffith's order."

"Casca! Are you crazy! That guy is attacking Griffith!"

"The leader of the Eagle Group is not you, Gorkas." Casca also pulled out her sword and put it against Gorkas' neck: "Griffith's order is absolute, stand down!"

In the distance, Guts gradually fell into a disadvantage. On the one hand, it was because he had not fully recovered his strength after recovering from a serious injury, and on the other hand, because Griffith was much faster than him, and the giant sword alone could not fully restore his strength. Keep up with Griffith.

Swish, swish, swish! Guts' body continued to explode with blood, and Griffith's sharp sword left many medium-deep scars on his body.

"Bastard!" Gus struck the ground with a heavy chop. The tip of the sword penetrated deeply into the ground and then suddenly rose up. The flying sand immediately rushed towards Griffith's face, forcing the opponent to close his eyes and retreat slightly. .

Got it! Guts raised his heavy sword again and slashed it down, but Griffith also jumped up at the same time.

Bang!

The giant sword struck the air and hit the ground heavily.

Griffith stood lightly on the edge of the giant sword, pressed the giant sword with his own weight, and at the same time pressed the tip of the knight's sword against Gus's throat.

"You will do whatever it takes to win. I am becoming more and more fond of you. But if you continue, you will no longer be able to swing your sword."

The tip of the sword was aimed at Gus's throat: "What, stop now?"

"He is such a talkative guy. Let me teach you how to use your [mouth] in battle!"

Like a struggling and roaring young wolf, Gus bit the tip of the knight's sword firmly with his teeth, letting the blade cut a wound inside his mouth and spurt out blood. Griffith was unable to pull the knight's sword out from between Gus's teeth for a moment, and then he felt unstable. It turned out that the muscles of Guts's arms suddenly swelled, and he pushed the giant sword upward with all his strength, causing Griffith to fall backwards with him.

All the weapons in their hands fell off and rolled down the hill.

Fist, the oldest weapon of mankind, became their tool of fighting.

There were bruises and blood marks on both of their faces, and even Griffith, who had always been elegant, got into a fight with Gus regardless of his manners.

But in the end, Griffith was superior and used joint techniques to twist Guts' right arm and fix him in place.

"Choose! Surrender, or let me dislocate your shoulder!" Griffith asked breathlessly.

The only response he received was Gus's scoff: "Bah!"

Click! Gus's shoulder was removed.

Seeing that the battle was finally over, the members of the Eagle Group cheered and ran over to surround Griffith. Gorkas walked up to Gus arrogantly and kicked his dislocated right arm: "Keep going crazy, kid! You deserve it..."

His demonstration was stopped by Griffith.

Griffith knelt down and held Gus's face in his hands. Their eyes met and they said seriously:

"From now on, you belong to me."

After saying that, he stood up and announced loudly to the other members of the Eagle Group:

"I declare that Gus is a member of the Eagles from now on!"

In the distance, without anyone noticing, Heather, dressed in black robe, was squatting on a tree branch, watching the duel with amusement.

Wolf and eagle, black and white destined to be entangled, cause and effect have begun to flow.

[Is this what you want to see with your own eyes? 】The voice of Rong Qishi came from the bottom of my heart.

A bonfire was lit in the deepest darkness of the soul, and Heather's figure appeared beside the bonfire. Sitting opposite was Rin Qishi.

"I came here originally to see if I could interfere with the future destiny of Griffith and Guts. But [Cause and Effect] is not something that can be easily shaken. The threads of fate have already been woven into shape, and cutting them hastily will only lead to unpredictable consequences. .”

"We are not afraid of the power of the so-called [Hand of God]." King Arthur also appeared beside the bonfire: "As long as you give the order."

"Of course, I completely believe in you and my own power. Even the power of causality is not impeccable. But don't you think it is a waste if you just kill one or two God Hands carelessly and then run away?"

Rong Qishi threw a piece of firewood into the bonfire: "You mean it's related to the mission, right?"

"The awareness of the world in this world has angered the organizers, and it is rare for them to send out so many high-level tasks. You all know how difficult it is to obtain flames, and I don't want to miss another S-level task."

Heather smiled maliciously:

"No one of the five Hands of God and those superior apostles can escape. I will annihilate them all!"

King Arthur nodded: "So we have to wait until the Eclipse in four years...can't it be brought forward?"

"There will be a solar eclipse every 216 years, which means the birth of a new blessed king, which is the [Hand of God]. This is a fixed flow and cycle of cause and effect, not to mention the difficulty of rashly advancing it. It is very possible to alert the snake. It will make the four God Hands hide and dare not show up. Therefore, the Eclipse four years later is indispensable."

"Then what are you doing here? If you interfere with the flow of Griffith's destiny, wouldn't it make all your previous efforts in vain?"

"In my opinion, [the ability to read] is a powerful weapon for the weak to fight against the strong. I wanted to teach Gus the ability to read. However, as the most important sacrifice when the hand of God came, Gus was also Cause and effect are entangled.”

"So you picked Rickett."

"That's right. If the Eclipse is the moon shadow reflected on the lake, then Rickett is the fish that jumps out of the water and shakes the moon shadow. Even the hand of God cannot see through all the forks in the long river of cause and effect, and Rickett With 'possibility', he is the singularity of destiny that even the hand of God has not seen through."

Heather used her absolute royal power to stir the bonfire, making the fire even more intense:

"The Aztec gold coin I gave him is special. It will definitely give those hands of God a big surprise at the most critical moment."

Rong Qishi tilted his head: "Then what should we do in the past four years?"

"The Knights of the Round Table continue to be active on the mercenary battlefield under the name [Sword of Fire], and according to the original plan, they have established a reputation that is not inferior to that of the Eagles. As for Qishi, you come with me."

Heather stood up and stretched:

"Let's go to the narrow place between the real world and the underworld."