Here is the chapter of the Arc of the Black Swordsman. Now we see how it infiltrates the city of the Count.

I hope you enjoy.


Outside a castle, an elderly priest dressed in white clothes and a face emaciated by wrinkles was reading on a parchment the execution notes of a woman who will be executed for treason. She was dressed in a white nightgown, held by two executioners so she would not try to escape. On the platform, the priest continued speaking:

"Verdict: This holy inquisition declares the defendant guilty of the crime of heresy and pact with the devil.

The woman said several words in her innocence, while the executioner prepared his ax to behead her.

"Slander! I have faith! I'm not a heretic!" the woman cried to stop her execution, but her pleas were not heard by anyone.

The ax descended with force, causing the woman's neck to break, separating her head of long brown hair, the blood began to flow from her newly made wound, The crowd choked on screams. It was another execution, given by the Count.

The priest climbed the stairs and leaned into the Count's personal suite. He bowed his head before the ruler of the city.

"My lord, always at your service"

"Excellent, Daal" The Count congratulated him; He was a man of average height and fat, with a round, bald face, with wrinkles and thick lips. He was dressed in a crimson caftan with gold borders. In his hand he had a glass full of wine.

"But ... it's the fifth execution this month ... Is not it too much?" the old priest replied nervously. "If this continues, your Holiness will take action on the matter"

"It does not matter" the Count drank of his wine with tranquility. "Capture anyone who looks like a spy or a pilgrim and ... condone him for heresy, these sentences are necessary to free the commoners from the impure practices of the heretics." The happiness of my reign is based on the welfare of the plebeians. Peace is my goal "

"But ..." the priest decided to close his mouth, it was not the time necessary to plant a discussion with the city's ruler.

The woman's head fell silent on the platform and rolled down the paved stones until it stopped at the feet of Guts. Grabbing him by the hair, the Black Swordsman inspected him, as if it were a crystal ball or a golden skull.

The citizens were dismayed and frightened, the guards, wielding spears and wearing armor, made citizens keep quiet. A child tried to go to where Guts was, who was holding the head of the decapitated woman.

"Sister!" the boy shouted, but the guards would not let him pass. The boy was hit by the guard's spear butt.

The guard shouted:

"We will punish whoever suffers from the heretics!"

The citizens decided to do nothing and follow the orders of the guard. Many pity the child, but nobody wanted to be executed by order of the Count.

"Hey you!" The guard, who had the same height as Guts, walked and stopped in front of him. "Give me that head immediately"

Guts threw a spit at the guard, and, throwing his head at the Count, he grabbed him easily.

"My ... My lord!" the priest was worried.

"Bastard!" The guard was going to attack Guts, but was hit in the face by his prosthetic iron.

The Count, who was busy observing the woman's head, remained with his eyes open, the woman had stamped on his forehead the Mark of Sacrifice. When looking towards the direction where they threw the head to him, it could see Guts that was in its place without moving, that returned it the glance.

"Who was it?" demanded the priest.

The two looked down, where the Black Swordsman pointed to the Count. With his fingers of blood, he put them where the Mark was and made a straight line drawn by his own blood: a declaration of war.

With a smug smile, Guts got lost in the crowd.

"How I know...?" the priest was going to finish the prayer, but the Count interrupted him.

"He is the Warrior of Darkness" The Count had his head in his broad hand, where the Mark was. "A declaration of war". Raising his head, the Count crushed her like a pumpkin. He watched his hands covered in blood, while letting out a sinister laugh.


Guts ran through the streets, he knew that this act attracted the attention of the guards; I had to find a shortcut to leave the city.

He took a shortcut on the north side and went through an arch. Guts stopped in frustration. There was no exit, only a stone wall. The sound of metal shoes was heard behind. Guts had no choice but to prepare.

A total of twenty men in armor blocked their way out, all had their swords raised.

One of the guard said:

"In the name of the inquisition, we have come to arrest you for the crime of heresy, it is useless to resist!" He gestured to two guards to go to Guts.

The two swords crossed in an x around the neck of Guts. When the guard raised his hand, Guts took advantage of the opportune moment and killed them both, drawing his broadsword, ready to kill.

All the guards were speechless.

"No ... do not be intimidated. He said what the leader looked like.

All the guards ran towards Guts. The Black Swordsman swung his huge sword from left to right; cutting and spreading blood and guts all over the ground, while one more soldiers tried to stop it, but they were torn apart in the moment. The armor that protected the bodies of the guards were shattered and covered in blood.

The guards' attempts to confront the Black Swordsman were null and void. It was impossible to stop it.

The comments of the guards upon seeing their dead comrades was distressing.

"Go through the armor!"

"It's a monster!"

On a wooden balcony with wooden pillars, two soldiers with crossbows were ready to shoot arrows at Guts, until a small girl's voice caught his attention.

"Guts, up!"

Some orbs of blue, green, purple, red and black flew towards the crossbowmen; cutting off the vision with its shining lights. It was Puck and the Kwamis.

With the two crossbowmen mowed, Guts pushed his huge sword towards the wooden pillars, cutting them at the right moment. The bodies of the two crossbowmen were crushed by wooden debris, possibly dead or wounded.

"Can not you thank us?" Puck and the Kwamis flew around the Black Swordsman.

Instead of a gentle word for its appearance, Guts' gaze was indifferent and irritating.

"Do you still follow me?" he gave them a look of few friends.

"You owe us one with this one!" Puck said, but a soldier got him down the rear. Puck let out a scream of fear and asking the Kwamis to help him. The two hands that held Puck fell to the ground, releasing the elf while the soldier holding him cried out at the loss of his limbs.

"I do not owe them anything anymore," said Guts, cutting off more soldiers.

Recovering from the shock, Puck replied annoyed:

"You will...!" He could not finish the sentence on time. A huge steel footstep caused Puck to go flying at full speed.

Guts turned his gaze to see his next opponent. He was a man so tall that he surpassed Guts in height, about three or four in height. It was equipped by a chrome armor and a wilderness with a slit of human form. In his hands he held a hammer with a hammer part on the left side and a peak on the right side.

"Captain Zondark!" said one of the soldiers.

The corpulent man in chrome armor stood in front of Guts, matching his height.

"Good sword, boy!" spoke Zondark in a deep voice.

All the soldiers stepped aside, not wanting to meddle in a heavyweight fight.

"It's ... huge" Tikki commented with his eyes open at the start of a fight between two giant warriors.

"Test the power of my mace!" the tip of the Zondark mace swooped down at Guts' head, but he reacted deftly and stepped back. The peak hit the ground, causing the stones to fly through the failed attack.

The soldiers were surprised, as were Puck and the Kwamis.

Guts dodged another Zondark attack coming towards him, but hit one of the soldiers. Zondark was not interested in that death and continued to launch more attacks. There were about two deaths by the calvados of the Zondark peak to the soldiers; his enemy was bold in dodging his attacks so easily. Standing with his back to the wall, Guts leaned to the left side, where the beak crashed against the stone wall; opening a large gap by the strength impregnated in the arms of Zondark.

"Do not you attack?" Zondark was baffled by his enemy; He launched several attacks but did not get a movement of the Black Swordsman.

The tension felt in the air. The soldiers and the magical flying beings watched with such intensity both fighters.

"The size is useless if you do not know how to use the tool" he looked at it with enormous depth through his helmet. He lifted the hammer into the air with both hands. "It's just cargo!"

With a good chance, Guts turned his sword, directly towards the beak, which, when making contact, the tip of the hammer bent and several fragments reached his face, whose helmet was destroyed during the impact with Guts' sword.

The fragments were embedded in the features by their broad face; some fragments in his cheeks, lips, temples and one in his right eye.

The soldiers were petrified, while the Kwamis and the elf bit their tiny hands by the tension.

"Captain!" A chorus of alarmed and worried soldiers sounded in one voice.

The innards stepped on Zordark's neck, causing him to spit blood.

"You're right," Guts said with a satisfied smile. Zondark moaned in pain, then was kicked to the stone floor, sprinkling drops of blood like water.

"Captain Zondark!" the soldiers still feared that the Black Swordsman would show no mercy to his wounded enemy.

"Bastard!" the soldiers ready and advanced, swords raised and ready to fight to the last drop of life.

"Guts" Nooroo spoke in a worried tone towards the arch, where more soldiers arrived on the scene.

'Plus? Do not stop'

Out of nowhere, some balls wrapped in leather fell to the ground, suddenly, a quantity of smoke began to come out. The soldiers coughed and covered their noses with smoke entering their lungs. The guts were covered with their cloak and the kwamis and the elf stopped their noses.

"Hey you!" A voice caught the attention of the Black Swordsman. Guts searched for the voice signal and saw indentations in the wall below, where a small man wrapped in bandages and covered by a torn cloak shouted at him. "Here!"

"Who are you?" commented Plagg.

"It's over there ...!"

"I do not see it, look for it!"

The cry of the soldiers was heard by the huge mass of smoke that consumed the courtyard. If he stayed, the greater the possibility of dissipating and facing a large number of soldiers.

"Quick!" called the little man

With no other options, Guts decided to walk to where the little man was, followed by the flying beings.

"Do not let him go!" said a soldier.

"Search it!" another shouted.

Zondark had his gloved hand on his face, blood gushing from his wounds. I kept on screaming out of hate and anger.

"Kill him! Annihilate him!" I still blasphemed because of the hatred I felt at his defeat against the Black Swordsman.


In the desert streets of the city. Guts and the flying beings followed the little man down an alley. His gaze focused on the closed windows of the houses.

"This smells bad," said Wayzz.

"Everyone is on guard," the little man spoke with a wooden staff he uses to walk the stone streets. "Anyone can be accused of heresy at any time" he turned his gaze towards Guts. "The strangers are not the only ones in danger ... friends, parents, neighbors ... The people of this city are terrified"

There was not a comment from the Black Swordsman, only showed an indifferent look.

They arrived at a house where the little man opened the doors. Inside were shelves of books, parchments, chairs, desks with astrophysical instruments and some shelves with bones or skulls of animals and bottles with stuffed animals and deformed fetuses.

The Kwamis and Puck found the jars with the deformed fetuses disgusting.

"It looks like a display of weird things" Puck found himself on his back with a bottle, making him startle with fear. Taking a turn little by little, his eyes widened; Inside the jar was a stuffed elf.

The Black Swordsman looked at him indifferently and the Kwamis were worried.

"Good genre" Guts said to the exhibitions. "If they accused you of heresy ... you would not have much defense"

The little man did not answer, he was busy arranging his desk covered in paperwork.

"Appearances deceive" he answered with three books and two maps in his hands. "I'm just a simple medicine fan"

"Who are you? Why do you help me?" he replied coldly.

"Je, Je, Je. I saw what you did next to the scaffold" he replied putting what he was carrying in hand in order. "Do you have something pending with the Count? A ... revenge?"

Guts looked at him for a few seconds, then he barred the wooden staff, causing it to fall.

"Guts!" Puck and the Kwamis shouted at him.

Guts was not interested in the wake-up call and concentrated on the little man on the floor.

"It's not you who should ask"

"Beast!" Puck replied, flying towards the fallen man. "You have no consideration!" He approached the poor little man. "You're good?" The little man got up with difficulty. Looking at his face, Puck let out a fright and flew towards Guts and the Kwamis.

"Je, Je. I could not afford to get caught." He leaned on his cane, moving his prosthesis with a clubhead as a replacement for his limb, including the other. "I need you to kill ..." Guts and the flying beings were speechless. With the hood pulled back, his identity was clearly seen; half of the face was disfigured and wrapped in bandages, as if it had been burned with fire. The little man replied with fatigue but with a touch of hope. "I want you to destroy ... that demon"

His nose had been ripped off and his single eye flashed a pleading glow. Guts grimaced and the Kwamis and Puck were still scared. The lip on the left side of the little man showed his jaw exposed.

"The Count is no longer human but ... a demon. Look at me ... My face ... My body ... He was amputating my limbs and eating them ..."

Guts nodded.

"I believe you" that question made the man was animated, Guts continued: "Well, actually I know the Count very well"

The little man let out some dry laughter. He walked to a wall where a shark's jaw was icing.

"I want to show you something" he grabbed the bottom of his jaw and lowered it. A faint sound was heard, where a large door-shaped table that was next to the jaw opened.

The little man grabbed a streetlight and turned it on, beckoning them to follow him.

"A secret room," said Puck.

Walking down a few steps, the little man pointed his finger at a table.

"Watch this!"

Guts' eye was startled, all his expression was surprised. On the table, there was a kind of green egg with several scattered features.

"Can not be!" that jumping envelope caught the attention of the little man and the flying beings. "The Beherit"


See you in the next chapter.