(Preface: In the manga, after returning from Karna Island, I would enter the Ghost chapter directly. However, considering that I caused the protagonist to be injured in the previous chapter, I added a little interval in between. In addition, I found out from Baidu that Lisana's age is very strange. If she was already 18 years old when she died, then she shouldn't be Elfman's sister, right?）
One day, two weeks later, Accius, who had recovered from his injuries, stood in front of the guild with a furious expression.
Accius was unable to suppress his anger as he saw the guild being riddled with holes and destroyed by the steel rod. The pedestrians on the side of the road felt his anger and quickly passed by him to avoid getting involved.
The people in the distance were pointing at him and looking at him with pity, causing Accius to feel even more stifled.
There was a small wooden sign at the entrance in front of him. The Book Bar and the mission acceptance were moved to the basement.
Ghost…It was the Ghost!
Mirajen, who was leading the way at the door, walked out from the shadows and explained to Accius softly.
It's Miraah. Are you hurt? Accius, who already knew the whole story, was obviously more concerned about Mila's safety. Let the guild leader say something!
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There was nothing he could do about this…No one in the guild was injured, so they should just pass by, right?
The president's smiling face angered many of the indignant people present.
Guild Leader! Do you know what's going on?
Since the old man was afraid…Then I'll go by myself!
Accius could no longer bear it and slammed his fist on the table. The wine glass on the table flew into the air, and the refreshing wine splashed out, bringing a chill to the stuffy atmosphere.
Are you guys done? Accius shouted, I don't care what you think! As long as we still call him president, as long as we still recognize this old man as our leader, as members of the organization, we should obey! If that guy dares to seek revenge, don't blame me for being rude!
Accius sat down in anger. The table that was on the verge of collapsing from his heavy punch fell to the ground with a loud thud. Wood shavings and fragments scattered all over the ground.
Unexpectedly... You were the one who helped me out in the end! Accius! At this moment, Makarov was no longer drunk. He looked at Accius with a gentle gaze and said,"Thank you very much…"
I promised you, old man! Accius said without turning his head,"I promised you when I announced that I joined the guild…" I will follow your lead and become the sword that protects the guild. But the one wielding the sword is you! Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied and angry I am now, I will listen to you!
Although you did say that, I don't like the way you treat yourself as a tool…
It's up to you to decide whether the sword should be unsheathed or not…However, you can't decide who you want to kill after the sword is unsheathed!
Accius looked around and curiously asked Mila where Wright had gone. That guy should be temporarily staying in the guild!
He said that he didn't get a single cent from the last mission, so he had to earn money. He said that he would be back in a few days...
Was that so? Then...
Bang!
The door of the basement was kicked open, and Bisika and Aluzar broke in.
The president…Go out and take a look. It's in the park!
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Leibi, Dolaire, JET, and…Elfman?
They watched as the few of them were nailed to the cross steel frame like sinners. Their hands and ankles were bleeding non-stop. Blood kept flowing down from the stakes, forming bright red puddles.
The four people in front of him looked like they were dead. Their breathing was rather weak, and their bodies were covered in contusions, bruises, and obvious fractures. They were still moaning softly.
Accius 'veins kept popping out on his hands. His fists were clenched so tightly that they made cracking sounds. His nails dug deep into his flesh, causing blood to flow out.
The entire park was burning with rage and hatred, and the temperature rose abruptly, as if it was in an oven.
Old man…Even so, he still had to endure it? Accius 'voice was already trembling. The smile on his lips was extremely ferocious because he was trying to suppress his anger. Even so, did the Council still take precedence over the guild?
Of course not! Makarov's aged face began to contort. His shiny scalp was now filled with bulging veins. What kind of parent in the world would watch their child being bullied to such an extent and still remain silent? It was time for battle!
Makarov began to appoint Accius as the person in charge of the attack…Had he already left?
The old man's gaze became farther and farther away, as if he could see the blue dot in the sky that was getting smaller and smaller...
Accius…You are the most suitable vanguard for us! This sword of yours has to help us tear apart our formation!
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At this moment, the Ghost Guild had already been invaded by the flames of war.
In the distance, one could see the rising black smoke and waves of wails and screams. The Ghost Guild was facing an unprecedented tragedy.
The giant blue dragon was like a wave, washing back and forth in the Ghost Guild's bar.
What was washed away were human lives, waves of mournful howls, and futile despair.
Accius only used one hand to control the dragon's movements, while his other hand turned into a giant snake, gnawing at the weaklings who had managed to escape.
He had actually broken through to this extent in the last battle…Moreover, it seemed that he was far from reaching his limit! Accius 'furious heart had the last trace of clarity left. He secretly analyzed his current state. One hand was a dragon while the other was a snake…Was this a flood dragon? However, the consumption of magic power... Go to hell! Kill them all first!
Accius waved his hands again. The dragon in his left hand was in charge of injuring, while the snake in his right hand was in charge of biting.
The entire guild seemed to have turned into a paradise of torture and murder. The people who were still happily laughing at the demon tail just now. At this moment, other than begging for mercy and wailing, their mouths had completely lost their use…
Revenge was the only thought in Accius 'mind. Killing wasn't his original intention or goal, but the most practical method! Force the culprit out and kill him!
Die! All of you die! Regret your actions!
Standing on the beam and looking at the bloody hell below, Gorgir couldn't help but feel a little scared.
What terrifying lethality…If that was the case, all the people below might die before Makarov arrived!
Joseph, who was hiding on the second floor, also began to reconsider his plan. Was it because he had locked the joints too tightly?
He never expected that…Makarov, who cherished his guild members the most, would actually let someone take the lead alone…He didn't expect that a person could reach such a level! Go, Gorgir! Go and block him!
Bang!
Gorgir's figure fell from the beam and heavily pressed on the broken body of one of his companions.
Accius gradually woke up from the joy of killing and revenge. He took out his katana and said coldly,"It's you, right?" Iron Destroyer Dragon, High Mage Gorgir! You're the one who took our guild... You're the one who injured our comrades, broke their legs, and even nailed them up, right?
A powerful wave of mana began to surge out, and the mana vibrations caused a hurricane, blowing Gorgir's long black hair.
The two of them stared at each other and flew forward at the same time.
Iron Dragon's Steel Fist!
One Blade Stream…Reverse Mist!
The samurai sword and the steel fist collided and rubbed against each other, creating sparks. The sparks that landed on the ground burned the bodies of the weak who fell to the ground. The miserable cries and cries began to echo again... The flames in front of him burned brighter and brighter, and the smell of burnt meat began to permeate the air.
At the same time that the competition of strength reached its peak, the magic whirlwind that was swept up by the blade from the bottom to the top suddenly became larger and threw Gorgir high into the air.
Accius 'figure rose into the air and quickly split into two, two into four…The images kept splitting apart, and endless afterimages of extreme speed covered everything in the entire space. Even the trajectory of time seemed to be confused by the high speed of this divine technique…The accurate attacks slashed down at almost the same time. The layers of steel scales on Gorgir's body were cut open one after another, and beautiful red flowers bloomed on his dark skin.
Dragon Hand, Dragon Strike!
Iron Dragon Rod!
The blue magic dragon roared again and pounced on Gorgir, biting his waist.
Accius, who was still hovering in the air, did not care about the rod in front of him at all…He only rose a little higher and easily avoided it.
Boom!
The blue dragon shook its head violently, and Gorgir's figure was smashed into the Ghost Guild's blood pool. Blood spurted out continuously, drawing a beautiful sketch on the dark guild wall... It was a beautiful painting with a hundred flowers blooming and bright colors.
Gorgir struggled to get up from the pool. His dark green steel body was dyed red as if it had rusted, and a foul smell kept spreading.
One could see that the skin that had been heavily cut open was once again covered by a thick layer of iron scales. Gorgir opened his mouth wide and could not help but gasp…This is a far cry from the information on you! Sword Emperor Accius, your attack techniques are continuous. You don't care about the consumption of magic power. You attack with pure strength without any calculation or thought…Is this your true appearance? Accius!
He couldn't tell what her true appearance was…It was just that over the years, he was used to calculating, thinking, finding the moment when his opponent attacked, finding a simple and effortless way to win. Rather than saying that it was his true appearance, it was better to say that…The blue light on the katana became even brighter, and the huge blade extended all the way to the ceiling. This was the first time in my life that I really used intuition, luck, and other illusory things to fight! Perhaps in some sense, the current me is much more dangerous than the scheming me! So... It's time for you to realize something, Iron Dragon Gegil! I will prepare the best coffin and grave for you. Now, please die obediently!
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