Guys, I came back, I was busy with some things, but here I bring you the next chapter of the Black Swordsman's Bow.
"The Beherit?!" Guts shouted with anguish and anger.
The mere mention of the strange object caught the attention of the members of the room.
"Do you know what this?" The little man was surprised by the strange egg information.
Guts took it by the neck and lifted it up.
"Stop, Guts!" Tikki answered with alarm in his voice and concern.
"Who the hell are you?" Guts's tone was cold and dangerous. "Where did you get it?"
"E ... that's not mine, I stole it from the Count!" the little man replied with panic. "Trust me!"
The Black Swordsman knocked him to the ground.
"Let's see ... Tell me everything you know" he said coldly.
Puck and the Kwamis were worried about Guts' aggressive behavior.
The little man decided to clarify everything in the laboratory.
"I'm Vargas, former doctor of the castle." The Count was not roasted before ... He had a cold temper, but ... at least he was human "he gestured to the Beherit on the desk. "But when I got this ... He stopped being!"
Guts stood with his arms crossed, listening to the story with attention, as well as the flying beings.
Vargas continued with the explanation:
"He began to cut the limbs of living humans ... as if they were dolls, he chopped them up, he twisted them and then he ate them ... The persecution of the heretics was nothing more than a simple excuse to get more meat"
Guts did not show emotion, but the flying beings did.
Continuous:
"I did not want to collaborate with the Count in these atrocities, so I tried to escape from the castle with my wife and son, but they captured us and imprisoned us in the attempt, so he began to strip me of my members, my wife and my son ... He ... Before my eyes ... That vision still burns my eyes "Vargas remembered every horrible detail; being handcuffed, naked, with both legs cut off and his face half stripped of his skin. The extremities of his son separated, the torso of his woman without head held on a hook, and, the grotesque figure of the Count devouring the legs of his son.
Guts looked at him without concern, while the winged beings cried for the horrible experience of Vargas.
"At that moment" Vargas's tone was sad, as he banged on the desk. "I did not feel anger or sadness ... I did not think about my wife or my son ... I ... I was in a panic"
Guts watched him for a moment before Vargas' lament and depression. He did not show any sign of grief, just kept looking.
Vargas continued solemnly in his voice:
"I used a position to pretend to be dead and ... taking advantage of carelessness, I managed to escape alive ... It was a miracle! And although I have studied any religion, God or dark art for seven years, I could not find any relationship with the Count "Varga noted the Beherit. "Tell me ... What is this?"
Guts decided to reveal the truth behind the strange egg.
"It's ... the key" the winged beings and Vargas looked at him with surprise, continued: "That opens the door to another world, located beyond ours. Residence of demons from another dimension since ancient owners of the hidden history of the The key to invoke ... the Five Masters of the God Hand!"
In the castle of the Count, things got tense in the medicine wing.
Zondark did not stop moving like a bull full of rage, during his fight with the Black Swordsman he put him in a state of an explosive temper; I needed to kill your enemy.
He stopped abruptly from the bed; with the torso exposed and with bandages that covered the wounds caused by the fight.
"Captain calm down" the elderly doctor tried to make his unstable patient calm down, but Zondark's broad hand grabbed his face and squeezed it hard, causing the doctor to scream, while the nurses looked fearfully on their faces.
"I will kill him!" Zondark growled with his left hand on his face. "I will destroy it!"
He threw it with a fierce force against the smooth stone floor. A pool of blood came out from the doctor's back. Zondark stirred from side to side, continuing to curse.
The doors opened; the Count entered with two guards and the priest into the medical precinct.
"What happen?"
"Your ... excellence," said a nurse.
"What a scandal!" the Count looked at Zondark moving like a madman while screaming.
"Your condition has worsened," an older nurse replied.
"Black Warrior!" Zondark took off the bandages. "I'll cut your throat!"
"Wow," said the Count in a casual tone.
"My lord," the priest spoke delicately. "It's dangerous, let's go back"
"All leave the room" the Count ordered.
"What?" Priest Daal was surprised by the order issued. "B ... but ..."
"You have not heard me?" the Count's eyes shone inhumanly, with a threatening touch.
The priest obeyed the count's mandate with fear and made everyone leave the room. Now there were the two of them alone. Zondark hit his head with a pillar in his state of madness, but the count squeezed his neck with his arm. Zondark tried to get out of his grip, but the Count whispered in his ear:
"You hate it?"
"I hate him! I would do anything to kill him!"
Being pleased by his request, the Count turned him around, with his eyes in front of him; he put both his hands on both sides of Zondark's head.
"I'll grant your wish" a disgusting slug with the same face of the Count left his mouth.
Panicking, Zondark tried to turn his head, but the Count was not preventing him.
"Receive my child"
The screams were heard through the room, while the slug began to enter.
The group that was outside the medical room, waiting for the orders of the Count, until a guard who went up the stairs called the priest.
"Daal!" He called urgently.
"What happen?"
"It seems that an informer knows the whereabouts of that warrior!"
"How?!" the priest looked at the guard on his left side. "Take thirty soldiers"
"A moment" the Count left behind the doors.
"My lord!" the priest spoke.
"He is very clever, failure is certain if we dispatch many soldiers" answered the Count. "It will be difficult to stop it if we move in a block ... remember what happened ... It would be better than ..." the Count decided not to speak and to do something else.
Zondark came out of the door; quietly and without being in his state of madness. His appearance caught the attention of those present.
"Zondark, revenge your rancor!"
A maniacal and murderous laugh made the others tense. Zondark was ready to seek revenge.
In Vargas's laboratory, Guts was sitting in a chair, with both legs stretched out on the wooden table, while the winged beings looked at the Beherit.
"It's weird," said Plagg looking at the oval object.
Puck decided to make some funny gestures with his face, in search of some signal or movement of the Beherit, with the inclusion of Plagg to the scene. While Wayzz, Tikki and Nooroo shook their heads.
"Puck, Plagg, stop doing that!" Tikki scolded them.
"Come on, Tikki, there's nothing to worry about, nothing's going to do to us!" Plagg answered him.
"Plagg is right, Tikki," said Puck. "It's just an inanimate figure that does not make any movement"
Puck and Plagg continued their antics; looking for some gesture or activity that the object was alive. They did some flips and they touched him, knowing if there was a possibility that he could wake up, but it did not work.
"I thought he would move." Plagg leaned on Beherit's forehead. "What nonsense! Mmm, what a face you have," said Plagg to Beherit, not realizing that he was looking at him with his only open eye, then closed it. "It is a work of art!" His face froze for a few moments, until he cried out in fright and collided with Guts' leather shoes.
"Nobody made it, it's alive" Guts answered with a look without emotion.
"You could have said it before!"
"I told you!" Tikki replied.
Nooroo and Wayzz looked closely at the Beherit without approaching.
"The factions are well built in each margin," Wayzz said. "Somehow he only showed a single gesture when he opened his eye"
"But he's still asleep" Nooroo commented curiously.
"Even if he is alive, he is now harmless," Guts explained. "It's the same as a stone"
"Then ... How do you invoke the Hand of God?" said Puck.
"If I knew, I would have no problem, you stupid!" answered Guts.
Puck turned his gaze, where the Beherit returned his gaze, then closed his eye. Puck sweated from nerves.
"One more thing" Guts made a comment to Vargas, who was busy looking for something in his row of documents.
"Yes?"
"Where did the Count get this?"
"It was pure chance, he bought it in a caravan of merchants who happened to come to the castle, not even the merchants knew its usefulness ... the only certain thing was that they bought it in an antique shop in a certain city in the east"
"Causally ..." murmured Guts.
Vargas put a diagram of a castle on the table.
"Look at this map of the castle" he put his finger on the surface of black lines, he explained: "There is a secret passage only known by the Count and some people, if all goes well, you can reach the heart of the fortress without being seen. I did not have such a deteriorated body, I would definitely go ... "
Guts stared at him seriously.
"I beg you," Vargas implored in need. "I have kept this day for seven years, you are the warrior I was waiting for!" Vargas approached him little by little, without falling for his prosthesis. "You are ... you are ... my only hope ..." he put his hand on his breastplate on his shoulder. "Please I beg!"
Guts reacted sharply and kicked Vargas, throwing him on the ground.
"Guts!" the flying beings shouted at him.
The Black Swordsman got up from his chair and looked at him with a disgusting gesture.
"You're disgusting, do not take so many trusts," he said brusquely. "Have you seen a mirror?" the response drew the attention of Vargas who was getting up and of the flying beings. A cruel face formed at their corners. "You're nothing but a deformed monster, just imagine if something touches you"
"You're a monster!" Puck faced the Black Swordsman. "Abuser! Cruel! You always make people hurt with your words!"
Guts kicked her finger in her tiny buttocks.
"Im ... stupid!"
"It does not matter," Vargas answered solemnly. "I killed the Count ... nothing matters to me"
"Poor," Tikki said sadly, as did the three Kwamis and Puck.
'They are sensitive to anything, they make me sick!' Guts thought with a frown.
"I was going to kill the Count from the beginning" he adjusted his cloak and touched the handle of his huge sword. "It's clear that I do not do it for you"
Guts stopped for a moment.
"What happens?" answered Nooroo.
The stone wall exploded into many fragments of stones, causing severe damage to the rock projectiles scattered.
Zondark was back; dressed in armor and a steel ax that replaced his hammer.
"The one this morning!" exclaimed Tikki.
With his gaze fixed on the Black Swordsman; Zondark raised his ax to attack, but the attack was blocked by Guts' broadsword. The force propelled by the weapon caused Guts to recoil, then fall to the ground.
Numbed by the imbalance, Guts would get up, until a burning in his neck bothered him; the blood emanated from the Mark; an Apostle.
With both hands on the handle of his broadsword, he prepared himself for the next move of the old soldier turned into a lifeless monster of his own.
"Hmmm, so you're not human anymore," Guts replied.
"I'M COMING TO YOUR HEART!" Zondark roared like a wild animal, showing one razor-sharp teeth.
Zondark grabbed momentum to cut off his enemy with the weapon. Guts reacted quickly; moving his broadsword at a right angle, causing Zondark to lose his left arm. Vargas and the winged beings were surprised by the strength of Guts in his sword.
Zondark remained where he was, like a statue, with a maniacal countenance. A dark green bulbous flesh began to come out of his severed arm; lengthening like a whip with small tentacles. His new arm stretched up and ran through the room, until he got his ax and picked it up.
"DEATH!" repeated the old captain, with his amorphous arm moving like a snake, with the edge of the ax ready to cut flesh. "DEATH!"
The winged beings hid in a human skull, while Vargas was trapped in a corner; it could not move or it would be cut by the edge of the ax.
Guts put himself in a defensive position; ready to fight.
"I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!"
His long amorphous arm danced around the Black Swordsman; he could not take his eyes off the weapon, he needed to block it so he would not get hurt. The tip of the ax went straight to his opponent, but his sword prevented it.
The force propelled him towards a wall; crashing against a stone pillar.
The amorphous arm moved like a whip, going straight, but Guts pulled away, destroying the pillar and causing the bottles to shatter against the ground.
The attacks between the two opponents continued; Guts blocked all the whip attacks that Zondark threw at him, without noticing that he destroyed the room with the ax; causing the destruction of several laboratory instruments, stone walls, and the wooden planks of the roof, causing the fragments to fall to the ground, with a possibility that the house fell down or that a piece hurt them without realizing the destruction What were they doing.
Wooden planks were falling towards the skull where the Kwamis and the elf were, but the impact did not happen. When the winged beings opened their eyes, Vargas had helped them; with two planks on his back. Protecting them from severe damage.
"Hey, are you okay ?!" Puck answered worriedly.
Vargas chuckled painfully.
"More or less ... and you?"
"Thank you very much," Tikki said tearfully, for the name of the man's protection gesture.
Vargas grabbed her quickly, where a plank of wood almost crushed her; the house was falling low with the pace of the fight. The three Kwamis flew around, dodging every fragment that fell from the ceiling or debris like stones and broken instruments.
"He has become an even bloodier monster!" Vargas said as he squeezed Tikki in his hand.
Wayzz watched as Zondark wagged his limb with quick movements, accelerating the attacks faster.
"The ax looks like a whip! Its speed makes it almost unstoppable!"
"If this continues!" responded Vargas with concern. "We'll finish sliced!"
Nooroo observed the battle, and said:
"But look, even at that fearsome speed, Guts is stopping all the punches" they all looked at the direction, and it was true; Guts blocked with his enormous sword all the attacks of maximum speed that Zondark performed. It was impossible for a human being to block attacks with a slab in the form of a sword, but Guts surpassed all concepts of human strength. Just look at it, they thought he had enough experience to face those monsters that he fought on the way.
The ax passed over the top of his head, almost making contact. With one step, he spun like a top and managed to make a scratch with his sword in the back. Zondark let out a cry of pain. With his distracted enemy, he cut off his other arm and half of his face; his right side.
Guts blocked the edge of the ax in motion with his sword. He only retreated a minimum centimeter.
Vargas and the winged beings looked at Guts with open eyes, impressed by the blockades in the fight against the Count's puppet.
'Amazing!' Wayzz thought with wide eyes like blinds. 'I thought he was already great ... Now he can use his sword as if it weighed nothing. But I am sure that this is not his only power' look was fixed on Guts, covered by his black cloak and with the sword half-seeing. 'He is a formidable warrior!'
Instead of falling over the loss of his two limbs, Zondark stood with his jaw open where his drool fell. That of concerted Vargas and the winged beings, but less to Guts.
"How?!" Puck exclaimed, seeing how Zondark was still standing. "But he has sliced half a head!"
In the middle of the head, a kind of round figure emerged from it, revealing some antennas, while congratulating Guts:
"Good job" the thing answered in a familiar voice. "Warrior"
Both Guts and Vargas and the winged beings were surprised by the face of the discovered thing; the Count, or rather, one of his slugs as an emissary of the Apostle.
"You are not bad at fighting, warrior ... to be human, of course" he congratulated him with kindness.
Guts remained silent without saying anything.
Vargas had no words to say, nervousness took over his entire body. The Kwamis and the elf hid behind him.
"That's ... it's the Count!"
The emissary looked directly at him.
"How long ... Vargas!"
Vargas and the winged beings were petrified by fear.
the emissary of the Count looked directly at the floor at a familiar object among the fragments broken by the fight; the Beherit.
Vargas hurriedly took it quickly.
"So it was you, wait until I finish with this mosquito, I will conclude what I did not finish seven years ago" he returned to concentrate on Guts.
"Well, well," said the emissary, moving the arm of the lifeless body of his puppet. "Strength, technique ... You've trained to the limit, few would be able to beat you, but you're human"
Guts did not respond.
"Being born human ... IT HAS BEEN YOUR MOST ERROR!"
The ax was launched with greater speed. Guts blocked it just in time. The sound of breaking boards caught our attention. Unable to endure another fight, the roof began to fall.
The emissary exclaimed, but the planks silenced him with their impact.
"Here!" Vargas answered him in an open hole in one of the tiles.
Guts followed his call and entered the secret tunnel under the house, while being covered by debris.
The night was tinged with a fire and smoke through the city, causing all the neighbors to watch the fire.
Do not forget to comment that you found this chapter. There is little left for the confrontation against the Count and the appearance of God Hand.
A greeting.