It doesn't matter what the lord is.

"Support! Support is here!"

When Zhan Gui opened his eyes, he saw his sister, who was full of joy. He turned around and found that on the horizon behind him was a group of cavalrymen running wildly, led by the high-ranking members of the Moon Guards who were originally sent to the royal family. There were about 10,000 of them, and they had obviously used their mobility to rush here first to provide support.

At that moment, hope rekindled in Zhan Gui's chest. Zhan Mei helped him stand up and walked towards the horse.

next moment.

The Golden Giant's gaze moved downwards and fell on the cavalry rushing here, and a smile appeared on his face.

The huge body like a mountain moved, one leg was raised high and then dropped heavily.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then, a crack suddenly appeared on the solid ground, and it spread like crazy like lightning, and in an instant it expanded into a bottomless ravine. The crack extended to the feet of Zhan Gui and Zhan Mei, and Zhan Gui immediately fell down. Zhan Mei grabbed his wrist with one hand and hastily grabbed a rock with the other hand, and the bodies of both of them were suspended in the air.

The first thing Zhan Mei was worried about was not the danger in front of her. She almost immediately looked in the direction where the crack was spreading.

There, the ground collapsed, and the invincible Lingwu Iron Cavalry didn't even have time to react, and fell directly into the abyss, leaving no trace of their bodies. The high-ranking Moon Guard leader who led the team disappeared into the darkness in a daze, his eyes were dull before he died, and he didn't react until he died.

87. You can’t run away from the battlefield

If Reed were present, he would probably sigh from the bottom of his heart that an anti-military Noble Phantasm cannot defeat an anti-world Noble Phantasm, and that even the most powerful army would seem so pale and powerless in the face of a blow that could change the landscape.

Garberd had been trying his best to attract the attention of the Golden Giant, constantly active in the upper part of its body, giving it little chance to lower its eyes to the ground, in order to prevent it from using its huge size to have a catastrophic impact on the battle situation on the ground.

But if you think about it carefully, since the Golden Giant is one of the medium giants, its intelligence is comparable to that of humans, or even higher than that of humans, how could it not pay attention to the battle on the ground? Before, it just felt that it didn't need to take action. Now it is different. When humans rekindle their hope, destroy their supporting troops and let them understand the huge gap between them, so as to completely disintegrate their will to resist.

Look, even the Lingwu army, which has experienced many storms, has fallen into confusion at this moment.

Invincible, killing every enemy, this is the principle they have always believed in, and it is also their pride. But now, facing a powerful opponent that cannot be defeated, all resistance seems to be in vain. Being born as a human seems to be a mistake in itself. The power of humans has been far behind that of the giants since birth. All kinds of training and growth are just chasing after the giants. Perhaps the heights achieved in a lifetime are far less than the talents that these giants have when they are born.

Originally, the generals and soldiers of the Moon Guard were fighting against lower-level giants. Although it was difficult, there was still hope.

But after seeing the destructive power of the Golden Giant with one's own eyes, everyone would fall into despair.

Alayya was still in the crowd, holding two swords in her hands, looking up at the golden giant. She didn't know what she could do now, so she tried to think about what she would do if her young master or Qingyun was there.

As for Reed, he should have been ready to escape.

Qingyun would not leave, but Alayya's swordsmanship was far from Qingyun's level, and even if she sacrificed herself, she could not cause any fatal injuries to the Golden Giant. She learned the sword skill [Mountain Breaking] from Qingyun, but because of her low level, she could not even break a mountain made of mud and rocks with one sword, let alone the Golden Giant whose body was countless times stronger than a real mountain.

Neither she nor Shiloh were particularly seriously injured, but they could only go with the flow in a battle of this scale.

There was another deafening sound. Alayya looked to the left and saw the commander of the Hidden Guard flying in the air like a kite with a broken string. The Silver Giant was still in the posture of punching, with steam coming out of his fist. It must have finally caught the commander of the Hidden Guard's weakness and hit him head-on with a punch.

The commander of the Hidden Guards spat out blood after landing, and hid in the wind and snow again, but this time his injuries were obviously very serious, and it was unknown how long he could hold on. Once the Silver Giant was released, the war situation on the human side would further deteriorate, and no matter which battlefield it joined, it would lead to the complete defeat of humanity.

Garberd landed lightly on the ground, and the sword energy swept across the surrounding snow.

He turned around and saw a scene full of miserable people.

After the earth cracked, Lingwu's army was further reduced and divided into many parts, making it difficult to organize an effective attack. Many people from each territory died, and many leaders of the territories were killed without a burial place. The surviving masters were still fighting hard, but it was only a matter of time before the whole army was wiped out.

Defeat seems to be inevitable.

There are no heroes to save the day, no inspiring miracles.

There is only the cruelty of war and the humble desire to survive.

The golden giant did not make any further moves, but just stared at Gabrielbod with a look of condescending pity.

It had easily passed the tenth level hundreds of years ago, so it knew very well where Garberd's limit was. For most humans, Garberd was an existence that could not be compared with him, but for the Golden Giant, the scenery there was already in full view, and it was now staying in a higher realm.

——Turn around, human.

——After realizing this gap, choose to surrender or launch a final resistance. But no matter which side you choose, the final outcome will not change. Your body will be thrown back into the iron wall defense line with that woman, announcing to all humans that their doomsday has come.

After defeating the human reinforcements, the next step is to crush the strongest man among humans.

Lead your troops south, conquer this tenacious race, and free the giants from their tragic fate!

Vast land, rich resources, dense population, brand-new civilization...the infinite future will begin here.

Then, under the gaze of the Golden Star Giant, the thin old man slowly withdrew his gaze and faced the Golden Star Giant again.

What surprised the Golden Giant was that what appeared on that old face was not pain and despair, but a smile with a hint of fanaticism.

According to the original plan, the blessing of the military formation would fall on Gabrielberd, and he would use it to break through the upper limit of humans and face the Golden Giant head-on. But now this plan is obviously impossible to continue. The survivors can't even gather together to form a battle array, and the hard-earned reinforcements were instantly destroyed by the Golden Giant.

So, do you want to give up?

No, that wasn't an option for Garberd.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - to fight without any scruples and with all his strength!

Before going on the expedition, he had a private conversation with Lord Lingwu.

"Galberd, there is another question. What if Lingwu's army is completely wiped out and there is no support for you? What will you do?"

“…Do you have to consider this to this extent?”

"Of course. There is no real foolproof solution in the world. The only way is to be prepared for the worst case scenario."

"That does make some sense. Then, I will give my own answer. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether there is support or not. If there is no support, we cannot draw the sword and move forward. Then the sword will become a very inconvenient thing."

Garberd raised his hand, and the sword energy poured into the sword in his hand, stirring up a violent airflow, directly cutting a small group of low-level giants who tried to attack him into a pile of fragments. Then he leaped up and appeared in front of the golden giant, swinging his sword towards him.

The golden giant frowned, slapped his palm, and collided head-on with Garberd's sword energy. A cloud of blood mist burst out from his palm, but the strong palm wind also destroyed Garberd's sword energy, and directly knocked Garberd down from the air.

After a loud bang, a sunken hole appeared on the ground. The surrounding snow was blown up dozens of meters high, like a wave crashing on a reef.

Garberd climbed out of the pit, stood up on his knees, stretched his neck, swung the sword in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Kendo is really interesting."

No one could understand what he was saying, and he would not explain it to anyone.

88. The weakest sword, the strongest sword

Decades ago, Garberd was just an ordinary teenager.

He wandered across the country carrying a sword, sleeping in the open air, with eyes as clear as lake water.

He was a joke among all swordsmen, the only young man in the world who could only lose but never win. When people mentioned him, they always mocked him, saying that he had no talent for swordsmanship at all, that there was no method in his attacks, that he just fought randomly, and that he naturally could not achieve anything.

"Get out! Don't come to our kendo gym to cause trouble again!"

"I'm sorry, I hit you too hard just now. I think I broke some of your bones."

"Excuse me, you are a little too weak..."

"Young man, kendo is not as simple as you think."

"If you want to defeat me, this level is not enough—"

But even though he was beaten badly every time, Galberd still smiled and handed the duel books to the kendo masters.

Despite failing again and again, Garberd never took it to heart.

He just kept reflecting on the starry sky in the dead of night, holding a branch to deduce where he lost, and then lying on the ground to think about how to win. When he was confident that he could win the battle he lost before, Garberd would not go back to challenge again, he would choose the next more difficult target.

Then, lose again.

Once again, I sat cross-legged in a deserted place, constantly asking myself how I could win.

Once again, he folded his arms, held a piece of grass in his mouth, and continued to meditate, playing out the battle situation in his mind.

Once again, I sat under the waterfall and let the raging water wash over my body, my heart was calm and free of distractions.

Exercise again until your muscles are sore, then move your sore muscles to start a new day of exercise.

Get stronger again. And lose again.

And so on and on.

No one can judge the talent of Garberd. He is a genius? Sometimes he needs several years or even more than ten years to surpass a younger person; he is a fool? Those who have defeated him were eventually left far behind.

It can only be said that Garberd's desire to become stronger, to defeat opponents stronger than himself, and to delve into the strongest swordsmanship in the world, has become so great that his talent has become irrelevant. He may not be born as a favored child of heaven like other great swordsmen, but he is constantly thinking about how to improve his swordsmanship and defeat those geniuses every minute and every second.

"Kendo is really interesting."

Every time he lost, Garberd would feel joy from the bottom of his heart, with a smile as bright as a child who got his favorite toy. Most people would be devastated after a few major setbacks and attribute their failures to talent and luck, but Garberd was not like that. He could keep losing, even to the point of being despised by the world, but he would still shamelessly beg those long-established sword masters to give him a chance to be beaten.

Some sword masters love money, so they work four or five jobs a day and save money for several years before they are willing to sell to others. Some sword masters love tea, so they risk their lives to steal tea leaves from the royal teahouse and secretly entertain the other party. Some sword masters have seriously ill relatives, so Garberd went alone to the cliffs on the northern ice peaks to pick precious elixirs.

Decades as a day.

His first victory was in Lingwu Territory, when he ignorantly handed over a duel to the previous Lingwu Territory Lord. It was rumored that when the 35-year-old peerless beauty fought with him, she had suppressed Garberd in the early stage, but suddenly frowned and threw down her sword in the middle stage, giving him the first victory in his life.

At that time, Galberd was already over 40 years old and stood on the ring, at a loss as to what to do.

The former Lingwu lord said to him:

"Your sword may seem random, but it actually combines countless unique sword techniques that have been famous for a long time. Hold your head up, Garberd. Now you are qualified to call yourself the best in the world."

Garberd stared into her eyes blankly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Countless Lingwu soldiers shouted Garberd's name. Although their king was defeated, they still did not hesitate to give applause and cheers.

Garberd raised his head, and at that moment, the memories of the failures of the past forty years came to his mind one by one. A sword energy as sharp as a blade exploded from his body, and his realm was like a volcanic eruption that could no longer be suppressed. Purple thunder rolled down, and Garberd was promoted to the tenth level.

After that, he never lost once.

This time, he stood on the ring, waiting for the challenge from the newcomers. Many people who had defeated him before were unwilling to accept the defeat and came to him to ask for a rematch. Since Garberd won all the matches, no one dared to say that Garberd's swordsmanship was without rules. Instead, countless people began to imitate his swordsmanship.

People all over the world praise his reputation, and his past failures are selectively forgotten.

But Garberd was not used to it.

He found that he had not lost for a long time. After reaching the tenth level, no one could be his opponent. He had all the things he didn't have before - power, fame, status, respect, the joy of victory; but the feeling of continuous improvement and becoming stronger in the past was becoming increasingly elusive.

So he went to find Qingyun, but Qingyun did not regard sword as a means to win or lose, and was unwilling to engage in meaningless competition.

So he went to find Mr. Tingchao again, but Mr. Tingchao declined his invitation to duel on the grounds that he was "taking care of the children at home and had no time."

Garberd still couldn't sleep every night, but the night sky was no longer as beautiful as before. He often wandered in the deserted wilderness, practicing swordsmanship, sharpening his swordsmanship, consolidating his realm, and challenging higher places. But without the clear goals of the past, the indomitable spirit of the youth was almost exhausted, his climbing speed dropped significantly, and his moves became more formulaic.

This life probably ends here.

His energy has declined, his temples are gray, his eyes are dim, and his body is weathered.

A great swordsman who has reached the tenth level of realm is an unattainable honor for many people. What's wrong with making it the focus of life? A hundred years later, history books will remember his name, remembering that there was an old man who suppressed all the swordsmen in the world and remembered his shocking victories one after another.

But for some reason, when Gabriel sat in front of the sword, he still felt that his heart was filled with unrest and he couldn't let go.

So when the previous Lingwu lord wrote to him, "If you guard Lingwu for twenty years, you will be able to ascend to the next realm," Garberd gave up everything and went to Lingwu without hesitation.

To him, money is a pile of useless metal, power is a passing cloud obtained through intrigue and deception, beauties will eventually turn into skeletons under the dust, and fame and fading fame make no difference. He has no epic or moving stories, and has been thinking about how to become stronger every moment for seventy years.

89. The Limits of Humanity

The golden giant stared at Gabrielbod, wondering why he could still smile even in such a desperate situation where he was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

It also didn't know why the sword energy of the old man in front of it suddenly stopped being sharp and was restrained in its heart.

But the Golden Star Giant saw that Gabriel Bode had taken a defensive stance, holding the sword in his right hand and hooking his left hand towards him.

Is he looking for trouble?

Are you challenging yourself, who is as huge as a mountain and at the twelfth level?

The golden giant frowned and raised his mountain-like feet. With just this simple movement, countless fallen sand and gravel formed a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun in the wind. It took a quick look at the position of Garberd and stepped down heavily, as if it was going to crush a cockroach on the ground to death.

Garberd raised his sword, looked up at the darkness that had taken away all his vision, and faced the trampling of the Golden Giant head-on.

The shockwave swept across everything on the ground, and the soldiers on horseback were knocked off their horses. The tall giants were also not spared, and countless low-level giants were lying on the ground.

The ground cracked. Alayya leaped a few times and came to a relatively safe place. She felt the sword energy around her surge. Even after killing two low-level giants, it could not calm down. Her eyes could not help but fall on the feet of the golden giant.

There, Garberd was bent over, with his wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, knees, and ankles all bursting and bleeding. But he took the blow head-on with his sword energy, making the scene in front of him look so incredible. It was as if he was holding up the vast mountains with his shoulders. Even though his body was on the verge of collapse, he still had a hearty smile on his face.

The golden giant crushed it with all his might, but still couldn't crush the world that Garberd had propped up with his sword energy. So it retracted its foot, not to admit defeat, but just to see what kind of miserable state Garberd, who had taken its blow, was in.

The old man's shriveled muscles bulged, and his face was abnormally ruddy due to congestion, making him look younger. The Golden Giant retracted his foot, and Garberd stood up, spit out the blood in his mouth, stretched his neck, and said something as if he was talking to himself:

"I've almost figured it out. Strength, speed, endurance, attack method..."

Garberd's eyes were fixed on the golden giant. Blood flowed from his hands to the sword, and then dripped from the sword into the mud beside him.

"Twelveth level, indeed, he is superior to me in every aspect. How can I make up for this gap?"

He thought about this question very seriously. But in fact, if the Golden Giant could understand what he was saying, he would definitely laugh at his overestimation. Even among humans, no one had any hope for him. To others, these words were just pretentious and hypocritical, and were just lip service by the loser to cover up the embarrassment of failure.