Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 57: Building an Army with Blood
"Throw the bodies of the losers into the ocean and feed them. The losers will be locked in cages. Only the winners can eat normally. We are a group of sinners. There is no need to care about those red tapes."

While Cologne was partying every night, the Cursed Fleet on the ocean was also carrying out its own entertainment activities.

Blood splattered all over the battlefield, giving the yellow sand a layer of black iron color.

Dozens of young men with white eyes who were chopped into pieces were thrown into bags by the red service personnel who came forward like they were checking garbage. Then they were prepared to be thrown into the sea along the edge of the ship, and small dark red flowers floated on the sea surface.

They are all a bunch of whimsical serfs, a bunch of opportunists who want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain honor and become so-called heroes. They are not worthy of being on this ship.

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

It is shameful to simply want to join an expedition and gain honor.

"I repeat again, you serfs."

Using a whetstone to rub the fangs of his sawtooth axe, sparks flew everywhere. The Gothic Knight, who was already wearing a black and red armor, looked at the young men in front of him indifferently and said in a hoarse voice:
"I know what you are here for. You are just a bunch of incompetent thieves who want to steal the glory that belongs to the knights. You joined this chivalrous expedition just to make your descendants and the people around you happy. You didn't even know why you followed along in a fit of rage."

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

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

"You were originally just a group of serfs without masters, who fled in all directions. Under the promise of the previous Knight King, you became so-called free people. But do you think that you can be compared with us now? 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 take shape, making this man look with great anger at the serfs in front of him who seemed a little timid but also a little agitated.

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

As a knight, he has always pursued a death filled with blood and honor.

But the warhorse that depended on his life thought that he would definitely die there, and ran away secretly. He absolutely could not accept such an outcome. So he killed the warhorse that was as big as half of himself, smeared the blood on his forehead and heart, and returned to the battlefield to kill all the enemies.

But there was no enemy. If you missed the battlefield, you missed it. Such an opportunity only comes once in a lifetime. If you run away, you run away. That means you have nothing. This result made him really crazy.

I must, I must wash away my sins and shame. This feeling of being unable to fight, this feeling of being left behind, must be washed away with blood.

Looking at those serfs, the anger in Goethe Knight's heart became even more intense.

Look at these slaves. They were originally the ones he was protecting, but now? These slaves actually wanted to fight alongside him and even wanted to become his fighting brothers.

What a shame it was! Just thinking about it made Goethe Knight feel his brain was filled with blood. The intense anger and shame seemed to burn his body, sticking his armor to his skin, and making his blood and anger gush out of his eye sockets and turn into tears of blood.

Therefore, we must wash away the shame and eliminate those blasphemers and those restless monsters one by one.

"Go prove yourself, prove that you are a useful person."

Just like he was speaking to the serfs in front of him whose skin was gradually turning red and whose eyes were filled with a fanatical sense of mission, the 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. Monsters like Cologne, who only know how to enjoy dying on women's bellies, will never be warriors. As for us, we will fight for our own interests with blood and swords." "Kill those heretics, slaughter those lives, and cast all the heads into Jingguan. We must prove our strength."

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

Feeling the shame and anger that seemed to be driving him crazy, feeling the almost explosive power and ability brought by the intense anger, the Goethe Knight growled and said the words he was most reluctant to say.

"……companion."

Oh, a companion who came out as a serf.

He just said it, but the anger and shame made him instantly chop out an axe and smash the serrated axe in his hand to the ground.

The deafening sound was like a gong. 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 the area.

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

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

He became bigger and bigger in the dark and closed captain's room, and his anger and overflowing power grew stronger and stronger. 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 all fake. This strong sense of shame and anger made him unable to help but grab his armor, and he kept grabbing it. His nails broke and wore down to the bone, and the blood stained the dark red armor that was originally in the style of Bretonnia, turning it into a twisted and dark appearance.

It looked like a living thing, with pieces of flesh, nails and blood mixed on it, creating a filthy and terrifying picture.

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

"grown ups."

A voice outside the cabin said:
"We have arrived at the edge of the Chaos Sea according to the route. However, we have observed an excellent landing site. Do we want to go ashore directly at this time?"

“…Take me there.”

A breath of rusty fire gushed out of his mouth, and his burning eyes slowly lifted up 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 out a stream of flames in the cabin. He took heavy steps, and his three-meter-tall body bent over and walked out of the cabin. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction pointed by the red-clothed servant in front of him.

In front of them, there was a huge crack that made people feel terrified in their souls when they saw it, and it was emitting a crazy roar in the sky that was inaudible to mortals.

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

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

(End of this chapter)