A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

There is no doubt that for Guts, who had followed his adoptive father Gambino as a mercenary to participate in wars since childhood, he was not unfamiliar with the situation in the western countries of this continent.

He even had a deep memory of some castles, fortresses and towns where tragic wars had broken out, after all, he almost lost his life several times.

As a warrior who had been on the battlefield to earn commissions since he was nine years old, and had been fighting, fighting, fighting, and fighting all his life, trying his best to fight against his extremely tragic fate, he actually longed to be loved and accepted all his life.

But the cruel reality tore apart this most humble wish again and again.

This is why Guts attached so much importance to his companions after joining the Eagle Corps.

Because in his mind, that was the only place where he felt a sense of belonging.

Especially Griffith, strictly speaking, was the first close friend who revived his originally dead heart, and Casca was the only woman who could make him feel a sense of responsibility and want to spend his life with him.

But these two people who were so important to him, one of them raped the other in front of him after ascending to the demon.

So the overwhelming hatred came not only from the humiliation, pain, and torture, but more from the betrayal of the strong feelings he had given.

Griffith not only betrayed Guts, but also betrayed the trust, admiration and following of all the members of the Eagle Group.

Most importantly, this was not the first betrayal Guts had encountered in his life.

To be precise, when he was young, he was betrayed by his adoptive father, Gambino, and was sold to another strong bald mercenary for a few silver coins and ravaged for a whole night.

Afterwards, he even pretended to be ignorant and fooled around.

If it weren't for the fact that Gambino's heart became more and more unbalanced after his leg was broken, and he finally wanted to kill his adopted son out of jealousy to vent his anger, Guts would probably never know the truth of the matter.

At that time, he also gave his adoptive father great trust, and even handed over all the money he earned, just to win the recognition of the other party and stop being a waste who eats free rice.

But what was the result?

When he subconsciously killed the other person in self-defense, he actually learned from Gambino that his adoptive father had always resented him and felt that he was a devil's son who brought misfortune.

So his adoptive father never really accepted him as a family member. Instead, he had been using all kinds of despicable means to exploit and humiliate him.

The day Guts killed Gambino was the last time in his life that he cried helplessly like a child.

Perhaps this moment was the key turning point for him to become an adult from a child.

Because he finally knew that except for the adoptive mother who dug him out of the dead pile when he was just born with the umbilical cord, no one in the world really loved him.

But his adoptive mother contracted the Black Death a few years after adopting him and died in pain.

Sometimes Guts even hated himself and felt that he would bring despair and death wherever he went.

Otherwise, why did his biological mother die just after giving birth to him?

Why did his adoptive mother contract the Black Death not long after adopting him?

Even his adoptive father, Gambino, might not have ended up like that if he hadn't been there.

Later, the annihilation of the Eagle Corps and Casca's stupid look after being raped reminded Guts all the time that he was a disaster that would bring bad luck to those closest to him.

So after recovering from his injuries and embarking on a journey of revenge, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with anyone, and just wanted to fight this damn fate in his own way like a lone wolf, until one day he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.

In other words, Guts was on a path of self-destruction.

With the accumulation of long-term loneliness, anger, hatred and other negative emotions, the brutal beast that was bred in his heart was becoming stronger and stronger.

When Guts's current personality was devoured by the beast, it was the moment when he completely fell into the net of the law of cause and effect of the God of the Abyss.

That's why the Skeleton Knight helped him again and again, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to meet the old witch and the little witch, so that he could get the Berserker Armor that he had used before.

Because the Skeleton Knight, as a person who has experienced it, knows very well that the greatest weapon to fight against fate and causality is not anything else, but "humanity".

So Guts must maintain his humanity and must not give it up for revenge.

Otherwise, he will become no different from those apostles and the Hand of God, and eventually become part of the evil thoughts of all mankind.

Of course, Guts has not realized this yet.

He just wants to meet Zuo Si and find out how the other party knows about the grudge between him and Griffith, as well as the information about the Hand of God and even the God of the Abyss behind them.

After all, he and Casca are the only ones who survived that terrible sacrifice.

And Casca has become stupid and dumb due to the great mental stimulation, and it is impossible for her to leak any information to the outside world.

So Guts has no idea how a foreign prince from the West knows all this.

You know, even the nearest Kingdom of Midland knows very little about this matter.

With countless questions and curiosity, Gus followed the road westward, and soon passed through one town after another, and kept asking for news from the western countries in the taverns along the way.

The result was that he didn't know until he asked, and he was shocked when he asked.

Many countries and lords he had served as a mercenary were completely destroyed by the attacks of Zuo Si's army.

Thousands of families with names and surnames were uprooted, and some could even be traced back hundreds of years, longer than the countries they were in.

But now facing the rolling historical torrent, all their resistance actions eventually became a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"I'm telling you, don't listen to the nonsense of those drunkards.

They secretly received money from the noble lords, so they deliberately spread the news about how evil, cruel and bloodthirsty the enemy is.

They want to cause panic among the people, and then arm them all to die when necessary.

But as far as I know, the kingdom's army has never had a record of robbing towns or villages, nor has there been any rumor of massacring civilians.

The only people they usually clean out are nobles and wealthy businessmen who have blood ties and interest relations with nobles.

Ordinary people will not only not be harassed, but they can also get a piece of land of their own after the war.

Of course, in return, the family that gets the land must send a young and strong labor force to join the army.

And after being trained to become a qualified soldier, as long as they can make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, they can get rewards and promotions.

It is said that many generals who are currently leading the army alone have been promoted bit by bit from the bottom."

A bald man dressed as a small vendor sat opposite Gus and lowered his voice to tell all the information he knew.

Of course, the reason why he was so enthusiastic was not because he was talkative or had a strong desire to express himself, but because he had a few more coins shining with silver luster in his hands.

"So you think this unprecedented war and conquest is a good thing for most people?"

Guts took a sip of the wine in the glass and asked back in an uncertain tone.

Unlike Griffith, who is good at forbearance and highly sensitive to politics, he has always been a pure warrior and a rough man in the eyes of outsiders. He has almost no research on things like society, economy, and politics.

The bald man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't ask me, I'm just a small trader, how could I know these things.

But from the results, in all the areas conquered and ruled by His Majesty Roald I, the living standards of the people have been significantly improved.

Whether it is farming, grazing, mining, working in factories and workshops, or joining the army as a soldier, at least you can fill your stomach without worrying about starving or freezing.

And the nobility is no longer inherited based on bloodline, but is awarded based on a person's contribution.

This is much better than when everything was monopolized by the nobles.

The most important thing is that small merchants like us who earn a little hard-earned money no longer have to be taxed every time we pass through a territory. .

So from the perspective of a businessman, I am definitely a supporter of His Majesty Roald I.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to remind you.

Don't be tempted by the high bounty offered by local noble lords to work for them.

Because the kingdom's legions are equipped with gunpowder weapons on a large scale, so far no city wall or gate can withstand the bombardment of large-caliber artillery.

Half a month ago, a group of mercenaries who didn't know how to live or die went to the battlefield to make this money. As a result, only three of the two hundred people came back alive.

One of them even lost a leg and had to live on crutches for the rest of his life. "

"Large-caliber artillery? Are there a lot of them?"

Gus was obviously very interested in this topic.

Because in the wars he participated in, although he had encountered a castle fortress equipped with artillery, for example, his adoptive father Gambino's leg was blown off by artillery, but in general, the number was very rare. A castle with one or two guns was considered quite good, and in the end, it still depended on the battle of cold weapons to decide the outcome.

But in the other party's description, the number and power of this weapon had obviously been greatly improved in Zuo Si's army.

He could almost imagine how desperate the mercenaries would be when they faced the bombardment of several or even dozens of cannons with their flesh and blood.

That was not something that any armor or shield could stop.

Just as the bald man opened his mouth to say something, a loud rumbling sound and slight vibration instantly made the customers of the entire tavern and even the residents of the town fall into panic.

"Damn it! What happened?"

"I don't know! It seems to be the sound from the city gate!"

"It's... it's the cannon! The army of King Roald I is coming!"

"What? This is impossible! Didn't they say a few days ago that the battlefield was far away from us?"

"Idiot! Will those despicable nobles tell you the truth? Use your brains to think about how many days our lord hasn't shown up?"

"Oh - my God! Do you mean he got the bad news from the front and ran away with his family?"

"Is there any need to ask? Don't you want to stay and be killed if you don't run away?"

...

Accompanied by quarrels and curses, the whole town was trembling under the fierce bombardment.

Many people who rushed onto the streets witnessed the collapse of the fortified city gates and walls, and felt great fear in their hearts.

But before they had time to react, soldiers wearing the iconic red and blue military uniforms began to rush in from the collapsed gap in neat lines.

Some soldiers, mercenaries and officers loyal to the noble lords still wanted to resist desperately, but they were all taken away by a volley of muskets from the line infantry.

The collapsed city wall, the bright firelight and the deafening sound, combined with the corpse lying on the ground and bleeding from the armor, formed a shocking scene.

After completing a round of shooting, the soldiers began to squat down and clean the residue in the gun chamber according to the procedure, then re-introduced the gunpowder and stuffed the projectiles into it to complete the filling.

The soldiers who followed passed them and continued to advance.

Anyone who encounters someone with evil intentions or who wants to resist will be killed with one shot without hesitation.

Soon, this army occupied and controlled the streets and several important commanding heights in the city.

The leading officer then ordered some locals to be recruited to clear a path through the ruins of the collapsed city gates and walls.

Not long after, Gus saw several packhorses pulling thick, large-caliber bronze artillery carts slowly entering the city from the outside, and then being arranged around the lord's residence and castle.

The young officer, who looked to be only 24 or 25 years old, didn't even bother to say anything to persuade him to surrender, and directly gave his men the order to attack.

"Fire!"

boom! boom! boom! boom!

At this moment, everyone, including Gus, finally felt the terrifying power of the artillery at close range.

Different from the original cannons that were placed on castles or fortresses, although these bronze cannons are still front-loaded smoothbore cannons, the propellant used is no longer the backward black powder, but nitrification, which is the most suitable propellant. fiber.

After all, for Zuo Si, there is no secret at all in the technology tree on the development of thermal weapons.

He only needs to tell those craftsmen what they should do and the process of making these raw materials, and he can easily create a bunch of things that look advanced, backward, and full of contradictions.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is influenced to some extent by the "power of thinking" about the green-skinned orcs.

Otherwise, according to the normal historical development trajectory, there would be no such outrageous combination of bronze artillery and nitrocellulose.

Because before the invention of stable and safe passivating agents, nitrocellulose was an out-and-out dangerous item. It was the kind of mass murderer that would spontaneously ignite and explode if placed in a warehouse with an ambient temperature close to 40 degrees Celsius.

But for Zuo Si, solving these difficult problems that originally required a lot of experiments was just a matter of words.

If the overall industrial level had not improved too slowly and production capacity could not keep up, he would have even been able to create thermal weapons close to the level of World War I.

You must know that increasing steel production is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

The biggest problem encountered is the severe shortage of labor.

Yes, you read that right, there is a labor shortage.

Because when a large number of serfs and sharecroppers obtain land, they will not be forced to go to cities and become workers like the peasants in modern European history who went bankrupt in large numbers.

Especially in the extremely dangerous mining industry, the demand for labor has simply exceeded supply.

There are even some unscrupulous mine owners who secretly give money to businessmen engaged in trade and ask them to go to other countries to buy defeated prisoners or refugees at low prices and bring them back to work as miners for themselves.

Although Zuo Si has ordered the abolition of the legality of slaves, the mine owners will use a contract of twenty to thirty years to turn them into legal slave labor.

As for the salary, it is only one-fifth or even lower than that of local miners.

Maybe the only good thing is that you can take care of food and housing, although the food is a little worse and the place you live in is also a little worse.

If you are lucky enough to live down the tunnel for twenty or thirty years, you can still save a free pension to spend your old age.

However, the probability of this happening is not high.

After all, even excluding mining disasters that may be caused by structural collapse at any time, simply inhaling dust underground for more than ten or twenty years can cause extremely fatal damage to the lungs, and fibrosis is almost inevitable.

Therefore, most miners will not live for more than twenty years and will end their short lives suffering from severe coughing and suffocation.

They are like firewood that lights up this dark world, burning themselves to create a better living environment for future generations.

Regarding this situation, Zuo Si also turned a blind eye.

Because without a lot of external help, he doesn't have any good solutions.

This is the pain that human beings must go through from agricultural society to industrial society, and no one is exempt.

If he uses a lot of power from outside this world to speed up the process of industrialization, he will definitely not be able to close the distance between himself and the God of the Abyss.

In other words, promoting such drastic social changes is itself a way for him to communicate with the God of the Abyss.

Moreover, due to the rapid technological advancement, the equipment of various legions under Zuo Si's command was also updated at an alarming rate. The mixed use of nitrocellulose cannons and black powder muskets often occurred at the same time.

Cannons that use nitrocellulose as propellant are designed to quickly demolish strongholds such as castles and fortresses.

And black powder smoothbore guns are enough to deal with the noble armies that are still in the era of cold weapons.

In this way, with the roar of artillery, the castle that symbolizes power and status quickly fell.

As everyone expected before, the noble lord had already fled with his family, leaving only some abandoned soldiers and servants.

Although these guys did not resist too fiercely, and some even tried to surrender, they were ruthlessly slaughtered.

In less than half an hour, there was not even a living dog left in the entire castle from top to bottom.

In stark contrast, this army did not carry out any form of robbery and plunder in the entire town, but only arrested a few merchants and officials who had close ties with the noble lords according to the list.

After everything settled, order was quickly restored on the streets.

Although everyone was still a little afraid of this army, after discovering that they would pay for things and even bargain, the originally hanging hearts were finally put down.

After all, it doesn't matter who rules. As long as the town's safety is ensured and the taxation is not too outrageous, life will go on as it should.

Due to the lack of awakened national consciousness, the lower-class civilians in this world have no so-called "family and country feelings" at all, and will not fight for the interests of the noble lords.

About a few hours later, some local merchants, craftsmen and citizens with more reputations were organized to build a temporary parliament.

At the same time, notices were posted in conspicuous places, announcing that the land originally belonging to the nobles would be distributed in the next period of time.

Anyone who wants to farm but does not have their own land can come to sign up.

In addition, there are some detailed descriptions of new laws, rules and taxes.

Perhaps many of the words sound very difficult to understand, but in general, the burden is definitely much lighter than before.

After a few punches of this combination of land distribution on one hand and burden reduction on the other hand, the residents in the surrounding areas radiating outward from the town soon began to shout "Long live Roald I".

As for the noble lord who fled to an unknown place, he became a rat that everyone shouted in a very short time.

Because the people who got the land knew very well that if the noble lord came back, he would not only take away the land in their hands, but also settle accounts with all the people who got the land.

So from the moment they joined the land distribution, their use was closely tied to Zuo Si.

Then they selected some families who got the land by drawing lots to recruit soldiers, and then reorganized and trained them.

Guts, hiding in the dark, watched all this silently, and at the same time, he gave this army a very high score in his heart, even much higher than the Eagle Corps led by Griffith.

Because even in the golden age of the Eagle Corps, all Griffith could do was to fight for his own interests under the system of the king and the nobles.

But this army can crush the rule of the nobles like a rotten wood, and then draw a large number of civilians to their side.

The most important thing is that the strict discipline shown by the other side in combat and the moral level that is many levels higher than that of mercenaries are completely different from the traditional army he knows.

The most obvious point is that there is no confusion in the eyes of those soldiers, and they will not vent the negative emotions accumulated on the battlefield by drinking, looking for women and other ways of pleasure.

Just a few hours ago, Gus saw with his own eyes that a soldier who had made enough merits in the previous battle was promoted to an officer in public.

Obviously, it is not money that supports these soldiers to fight, but something else that he cannot understand.

Maybe it is some kind of firm belief...

Or it may be an unattainable dream...

"Damn it! This feeling reminds me of my life in the Eagle Corps."

Gus couldn't help cursing as he touched the painful mark on his body that symbolized "sacrifice".

Just as he was about to get up and leave to continue to go west to see other towns under Zuo Si's rule, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside, followed by a huge monster rising from the ground in an instant.

It looks a bit like a huge carnivorous plant, with dense and sharp fangs inside the flower, and countless vines that keep wriggling around.

In just a few seconds, several civilians were caught and swallowed by it.

Is it an apostle? !

Guts' eyes suddenly burst with terrifying murderous intent, and he was also very confused that he did not sense the other party's existence.

Because the mark on his body is equivalent to an early warning device to some extent.

When the monsters, apostles and God's Hand from the netherworld are nearby, he will start to bleed and hurt uncontrollably.

The bigger the opponent's origin, the stronger the pain.

For a level like God's Hand, just approaching it will make it lose its will in pain.

It is precisely because of this that Guts can constantly find the apostles and hunt them.

But the situation outside is just the opposite.

He has been in the town for some time, but he has never felt the other party's existence.

However, as a person who is not good at thinking, Guts did not hesitate for too long, but rushed out and pulled out the Dragon Slayer Sword on his back, and without saying a word, he struck hard.

An old man who had just been entangled by vines escaped immediately, thanked him and ran away quickly.

"Get away! You troublemaker!"

There was a clear hint of nervousness and anxiety in the voice of the Piranha Apostle.

"Are you afraid of something?"

Gus was keenly aware of this, and an extremely surprised expression appeared on his face.

Because most of the apostles sacrificed their humanity, they became very arrogant, arrogant, bloodthirsty, cruel, and often accompanied by the habit of cannibalism.

He had never seen an apostle who showed fear from the start.

But unfortunately, the piranha apostle obviously did not want to answer any questions. Instead, he frantically mobilized the vines extending from himself to restrain the enemy who was standing in front of him, and then swallowed him in one bite. .

But he obviously didn't know that the black-clothed swordsman in front of him had killed more than one powerful apostle. Both physically and mentally, he had already surpassed the limits of human beings.

Before the vines could get closer, Gus did not hesitate to swing the dragon-slaying sword and cut off all the surrounding vines.

Not only that!

He also raised his metal prosthesis, pointed it at the Piranha's huge head, and fired multiple crossbow arrows that could penetrate armor.

The severe pain immediately made the apostle scream.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!! Damn ants! How dare you?"

"Sorry, you are not the first apostle I have killed, and you will definitely not be the last."

Gus took advantage of the situation and jumped to the roof, then jumped up high and slashed at the opponent's petal-like head.

But the next second...

He saw the huge petals suddenly open their mouths and spit out a cloud of red smoke.

Out of caution, Gus immediately chose to hold his breath.

But the moment he came into contact with the red smoke, a large number of extremely itchy red spots suddenly appeared on his exposed skin.

The maddening feeling made him unable to hold the sword in his hand anymore, but subconsciously scratched it.

As a result, this scratch instantly caused all the red spots to break and leak out a pungent and stinky liquid. It was also accompanied by indescribable pain, and the whole person fell directly from mid-air to the ground.

Bang!

Thanks to Gus's rich combat experience, he used the weight of the Dragon-Slaying Sword to adjust the landing angle while he was in mid-air. Otherwise, it would be dangerous to break an arm or a leg.

But even so, his condition wasn't much better.

After all, there are only a very small number of apostles with supernatural powers like this, and most of them rely on their strong bodies to do whatever they want.

So he doesn't have much experience to draw on in this area.

"Hoo-ho-ho-"

With heavy breathing, Gus, who had long been accustomed to being injured, still struggled to get up from the ground, looking for an opportunity to kill the opponent.

Unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the damage that red mist would do to the body.

Just as he lifted his feet and took a step forward, the severe pain that went directly to the central nervous system of the brain once again made his whole body tense up and incapable of action.

The Piranha Apostle took the opportunity to pounce.

As the distance between the two got closer, Gus could even see the scraps of flesh and human blood left on the other's teeth.

Is this where I died?

Completely unable to move, he began to review his life in his mind.

But when Casca's figure appeared, his pupils that had begun to dilate once again focused, and he endured the severe pain and swung the sword with all his strength.

"Hahahaha! Is this your last desperate struggle? It's so weak that it makes people laugh!"

The Piranha Apostle easily blocked the Dragon-Slaying Sword with his vines and let out a naked and undisguised laugh.

But the next second he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because a heavily armed team appeared on the roof of the surrounding building at an unknown time. First, they fired a round of fierce shelling that made the apostle dizzy and couldn't find their way around. Then they fired some black liquid towards the location.

When the apostle's body began to absorb the black liquid uncontrollably, his originally huge body began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a dry and thin old man.

He shouted hysterically as if he had a mental breakdown: "No! No! No! This is not true! How could I lose the power I gained after sacrificing so much?"

"Huh! He's just a fourth-level inferior apostle. You don't think you can escape our pursuit, do you?"

The leading woman sneered contemptuously, then jumped down from the roof, raised her iron-booted feet and kicked the old man to the ground with a bang.

Especially since the entire head was almost completely sunk into the soil and blood on the ground.

It is not difficult to see from this action that she was deliberately humiliating this unknown apostle.

Seeing this, the other team members jumped off the roof one after another, took out some shackles engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns, and bound the old man's hands, feet and neck in them.

After all this was done, the woman turned around and asked Gus, who was already unconscious, "Hey! Are you not dead yet?"

"No...no!"

Gus struggled through the severe pain and growing weakness in his body to respond.

He couldn't believe it at all that there were people in this world who were hunting apostles like him.

And judging from the weapons and equipment, the other party is obviously much more professional than me.

Especially the black liquid, which seems to be able to force the apostle to transform from a monster into a human again.

"Ha! I didn't expect him to be a tough guy! You're lucky to have met me, because I like tough guys the best!"

The woman let out a hearty laugh, then took out a small bottle of green solution from her pocket and put it to Gus's mouth.

"Drink it in one gulp! Whether you can survive depends on your luck. Because this guy's ability is indeed a bit troublesome."

"Many...thank you!"

Without any doubt, Gus opened his mouth and drank the potion without hesitation, then lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the woman hugged him at the last moment.

A short man in the team saw this scene and immediately joked: "Hey! Is our captain planning to eat meat today? If I remember correctly, aren't you very picky about men?"

"Idiot! Keep your eyes open and take a good look at him! Especially the sword that fell to the ground!" Another team member next to him rolled his eyes and warned.

"Tch! Stop it! How can a normal person swing such an iron block the size of a door panel? I bet it must be hollow."

The short man walked straight to the place where the Dragon-Slaying Sword fell, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands to lift it up.

As a result, I found that even lifting it up was impossible with my own strength, let alone lifting it up.

When he tried all his strength and blushed, but could not lift the sword more than half a meter, he let go and let the dragon-slaying sword hit the ground with a muffled sound, and then he gasped for air. While exclaiming in an unbelievable tone: "Damn it! It's actually solid! Is that guy really a human being? Could it be an apostle in disguise?"

"He wields this sword not with both hands, but with one hand."

The youngest-looking boy in the team pointed to Gus' prosthetic leg made of steel.

"So now you know why the captain values ​​him, right?"

"That's right! That's right! The captain obviously prefers tall, muscular men to little guys like you. So you should give up on that as soon as possible."

"Stop blabbering! What happened to the little man? I have participated in six missions to hunt down the apostles, and every time there has been no mistake."

"Oh? Really? If I remember correctly, there was a poor guy who was almost harmed by you and had to lie in bed for the rest of his life. If His Majesty hadn't been kind enough to treat him, you might not have I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.”

"Asshole! You sincerely disagree with me, right?"

…

Just as the team members were laughing and scolding, the woman who was the captain suddenly interrupted and said: "That's enough! This is not a place for quarreling and bickering. Clean it up quickly, we have to escort this apostle back immediately to avoid a long night of nightmares."

"clear!"

The little man immediately stopped arguing and hurried over a few streets away in a carriage covered with black cloth.

After a while, they packed the captured apostle and Gus into the car.

When the defenders arrived, there was no danger except for the ruins of destroyed houses.

"What's going on? What just happened here?"

The officer asked with a serious face.

The soldiers behind him raised their muskets and surrounded the entire team. Anyone who made any movement would be shot immediately.

Faced with this situation, the woman who was the captain didn't care at all. She directly took out a badge and handed it over: "We are the seventh hunting team that belongs only to His Majesty. We are being ordered to hunt down an apostle who is trying to escape."

"Hunting team?!"

After confirming the authenticity of the badge, the officer quickly signaled his soldiers to put down their weapons, and he respectfully performed a military salute.

"I'm so sorry!

I didn't recognize you in time.

Also, please allow me to express my most sincere respect for you on behalf of everyone in this town.

Without you, these damn man-eating monsters would have been hiding for who knows how long. "

"You're welcome, this is what we should do. After all, this is His Majesty's original intention of training us. Well, if there are no other problems, we will leave."

After getting her badge back, the woman jumped directly onto the carriage and gave another team member a wink.

The latter understood it instantly, shook the reins vigorously, and then drove the carriage slowly towards the outside of the city.

When their figures disappeared completely, the soldiers on the side couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Sir, what is the hunting team? Why are you so respectful to them?"

The officer replied without thinking: "The hunting team is a special force established by His Majesty after the capture of the royal capital.

There seemed to be less than a hundred people in total.

Mainly responsible for finding and capturing terrifying man-eating monsters called Apostles.

It is said that even the most junior member of each team has the rank of captain.

Not only are they equipped with the most advanced weapons, but each of them has extraordinary abilities and can even release a supernatural power called magic.

Some people say that they are the sharpest sword in His Majesty's hand and the force that His Majesty relies on and trusts most.

Without their hard work, what happened just now would not be as simple as killing a few people. Maybe the entire town would be massacred by the apostles.

Remember to be respectful when you meet them in the future. "

"I see. So how can I join in?"

There was a hint of yearning and longing in the young soldier's eyes.

After all, the rank of captain can already lead an army alone, which is almost the limit of promotion for ordinary soldiers.

Going further requires both luck and talent.

The officer obviously saw what his men were thinking, raised his hand and knocked the soldier on the head, then laughed and scolded: "Stop daydreaming! Do you think that's a place ordinary people can enter? I heard that in order to recruit people, His Majesty even screened across the country, and in the end, less than two hundred people passed the screening."

"Even if the screening is strict, there must be a standard, right?"

The soldier covered his head and was obviously a little unconvinced.

The officer was obviously a pretty good person. He was not angry because of his soldiers' seriousness. Instead, he patiently explained: "Sorry, I don't know what the specific standard is, but it seems to be related to some kind of affinity. In other words, this kind of talent is not acquired through training, but is destined from the moment of birth."

"Ah? Isn't this the same as the theory of bloodline advocated by those nobles?"

The young soldier was dumbfounded on the spot.

"No, it's not bloodline, but talent.

It's like some people are born smart, some are born strong, some are born physically strong, and some are born beautiful.

Your Majesty just selects those who meet the conditions and trains them.

And the paths they take are different from ours, so you don't have to worry that they will squeeze out our promotion space."

After that, the officer no longer paid attention to this curious baby, and began to direct the staff to clean up the scene, restore order, and comfort the frightened civilians.