OBS Chapter 733 The Giant Fluttering Moth
Chapter 733 The Giant Fluttering Moth
All the members of the Band of the Hawk gathered in the corridor, their eyes fixed on the twisted figure in front of them. Their hearts pounded uncontrollably, and an instinctive fear crept up their spines, making it hard for them to even breathe.
No one could remain calm. The creature before them was beyond human comprehension; it was a pure, incomprehensible monster. Every member's face was filled with terror, their limbs stiffened, unable to make any move. They could only stand there dumbfounded, letting fear devour their reason.
"Hey... what is that thing?"
The silence was broken by a trembling whisper. The mercenary's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice betrayed his panic. He stared intently at the monster's outline, his mind blank, unable to process what was happening before him.
"Am I having a nightmare?"
Another member muttered unconsciously, pinching himself hard. The sharp pain only intensified his despair. This was not a dream, but a terrifying reality unfolding before his eyes.
When Griffith's gaze fell on Zod in his monstrous form, his pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of astonishment surged within him.
He had seen countless battlefield thugs and experienced countless life-and-death battles, but he had never seen such a bizarre and oppressive presence. The fierce aura emanating from it made even his battle-hardened nerves tense.
However, this shock only lasted for a moment. As the leader of the Band of the Hawk, he quickly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and his aura became calm again. Then he shouted to the members behind him.
"Focus your attention and keep firing."
As soon as the order was given, the archers of the Band of the Hawk immediately snapped back to their senses, drawing their bows taut. Countless arrows, whistling through the air, shot towards Zod's body. The dense rain of arrows struck Zod's body repeatedly, producing a series of loud clashing sounds.
These arrows, powerful enough to pierce heavy armor, failed to even scratch Zod's skin, let alone cause him any damage. All the attacks were like stones sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.
This attack thoroughly enraged Zod. He had been looking forward to a thrilling battle, but he was constantly disturbed by these humans who were like ants. In his eyes, these members of the Band of the Hawk were nothing more than insects that had spoiled his fun, lowly and laughable.
His pent-up rage exploded instantly. He casually tossed Guts aside, his body jerked violently, and a deafening roar rolled from his throat. His massive body, carrying an aura of world destruction, charged straight towards the Band of the Hawk.
With each step Zod took, a dull tremor reverberated through the ground. Without any fancy moves, he smashed through the oncoming mercenary with sheer physical strength. Wherever his hard limbs swept, the mercenary's body was easily torn apart like fragile straw. Blood instantly splattered across the corridor floor, and warm liquid flowed through the cracks in the bricks, filling the entire space with a pungent stench of blood.
Some tried to raise their weapons in resistance, but the weapons broke as soon as they touched Zod's body. Before they could even finish their resistance, they were completely crushed and their lives vanished in an instant, without even a proper scream. Others tried to turn and run away, but Zod grabbed them and slammed them against the wall. Their bodies collided with the hard bricks, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and they were completely lifeless.
The entire corridor instantly turned into a living hell. The members of the Band of the Hawk were powerless to resist and could only let Zod slaughter them at will. Fresh lives were no match for him. The massacre did not last long, but it caused the Band of the Hawk to lose most of its fighting strength. The survivors were already terrified and did not even have the strength to stand.
"Retreat immediately!"
Thrown to the ground, Guts tried with all his might to prop himself up, but all the bones in his body felt as if they had been shattered. Every slight movement brought excruciating pain, causing him to convulse and making it impossible for him to stand.
He could only lie on the ground, roaring at the remaining members of the Band of the Hawk. His throat tightened from the effort. He knew that the monster in front of him was beyond their ability to fight, and if they stayed any longer, they would all die here.
But it was all too late. Guts's warning had barely faded when Zod launched another attack. His massive body swept across the battlefield, and the mercenaries from the Band of the Hawk who came to their aid suffered heavy casualties instantly. Large numbers of them fell into pools of blood, never to rise again.
Griffiths's eyes darkened as he looked at the carnage before him. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the remaining members to retreat and not to put up any futile resistance.
After giving the order, he did not retreat. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards Gus. At this moment, Gus's safety was more important than anything else.
Griffiths quickly walked to Guts' side, bent down and helped him up from the ground, his arms steadily supporting Guts' body so that he wouldn't fall again.
"Can you still stand up?"
Guts leaned against Griffith, barely managing to steady himself. His gaze passed over Griffith's shoulder and fell on Zod, who still exuded a fierce aura not far away. He was filled with confusion and bewilderment. He didn't understand why the battle had turned out this way, or why such a terrifying monster had suddenly appeared.
"Why...why is this happening?"
Griffith gripped Gus's arm slightly, his face appearing calm and composed, but his heart was in turmoil. He couldn't explain what was happening before him, couldn't understand Zod's strange behavior, and couldn't predict what would happen next. A sense of confusion crept into his heart.
But he knew that now was not the time to dwell on the reasons; if they wasted any more time, they would both perish here.
"If you complain and blame others now, you won't be able to escape the consequences later."
The two had no time to think. Griffith helped Guts adjust his position and was about to turn and leave when Zod, who was not far away, noticed their movements. His blood-red eyes locked onto the two of them instantly, and his gaze was like a sharp blade, causing Guts' body to tense up involuntarily.
"Where are you going? Your heart is still beating."
Zuo De's battle was not yet over, and the anger in his heart had not dissipated. He stared at the two humans in front of him with predatory eyes, and the murderous aura around him grew stronger.
"Again, until I tear you all to pieces."
Seeing Zod about to charge at him, Griffith turned his head to look at Gus, who was barely holding on beside him.
"Can you still move?"
Gus took a deep breath, suppressing the surging pain in his body. The feeling that Griffith was right beside him helped him regain his scattered strength, and the despair in his heart dissipated a bit. Even though his body was still in excruciating pain, he could continue to fight.
"Barely acceptable."
"Then you go left and I'll go right..."
Before Griffiths could finish speaking, Zod had already charged forward with heavy steps, his massive figure instantly closing in on the two of them.
At the critical moment, Guts and Griffiths quickly separated to the sides, their agile movements avoiding Zod's head-on attack.
Zod's attention instantly fell on Guts, and his massive body turned towards Guts, preparing to attack. In that instant, Griffith seized the opportunity. He gripped his weapon tightly, leaped into the air, and the sharp blade slashed straight at Zod's arm. The moment the blade grazed the skin, it completely severed Zod's arm.
Intense pain instantly swept through Zuo De's body, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill howl. The sound shook the entire corridor slightly, and blood gushed out from the cut, splattering all over the floor.
Griffiths didn't stop. Taking advantage of Zod's moment of pain, he stepped forward again, trying to help Guts up, who had fallen again due to the excessive movement.
Just as Griffith's hand was about to touch Guts, a gust of wind suddenly swept past him from behind, so fast that he had no time to react.
Griffith immediately turned his head and saw that Zod's thick tail, carrying immense force, struck his back hard. The powerful force instantly pierced through his body, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall in the distance. His chest heaved, and he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
As he flew away, the necklace with red stones around his neck fell out of his armor and rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.
Zod looked at his severed arm, then at the two humans who had injured him. His crimson eyes no longer held anger, but instead blazed with intense excitement.
"What kind of day is this? There are actually two people who can hurt me."
He slowly bent down, picked up the severed arm from the ground, and without any hesitation, pressed the severed arm back onto his own severed wound. The moment the severed arm touched his body, it was as if it had never been broken, perfectly joined together without leaving a trace, and the gushing blood stopped flowing instantly.
Gus lay on the ground, taking in the entire scene, and the despair in his heart instantly overwhelmed all other emotions.
Its size was so enormous that it was unshakeable, its strength so great that it was impossible to resist, and it could even easily reattach severed arms. Such a monster was simply not something a human could defeat. All his resistance seemed utterly laughable in front of Zod, and a sense of powerlessness completely enveloped him.
After reattaching his arm, Zod slowly walked toward Griffith, intending to tear the human who had severed his arm to shreds. His footsteps made a sticky sound as he stepped on the blood-stained ground.
As he approached Griffith, his gaze inadvertently swept over the red stones on the ground, and he abruptly stopped, his expression instantly turning serious.
"This is……"
Zod reached out and lifted Griffith, who was leaning against the wall, up with his other hand. He picked up the necklace from the ground and brought it close to his eyes to examine the red stone closely.
The next second, his pupils widened suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Griffith's hand.
"This...this is the Overlord's Egg!"
His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, and his gaze shifted back and forth between the Overlord's Egg and Griffith's face.
"Why is this thing on him...?"
Zod's murmurs echoed in the deathly silent corridor. There was no other sound; everyone was stunned speechless by the sudden turn of events, leaving only heavy breathing and Zod's low murmurs.
He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Gus lying on the ground, as if he understood something. He then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with understanding and a complex meaning.
"So that's how it was planned, so that's how it was calculated..."
After laughing, Zuo De raised his head, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard against the ceiling above him. The solid ceiling shattered instantly, and large pieces of bricks and stones fell down, revealing the sky outside.
He looked down at Gus, his scarlet eyes less murderous and more meaningful.
"Kid, it seems our fight will have to be put on hold for now, and I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again."
"Here's some advice, or rather, a prophecy, if you're a 'true friend' to this person..."
As soon as Zuo De finished speaking, the sound of bones growing suddenly came from behind him. A pair of huge wings slowly unfolded from his back, covering the sky and instantly occupying the space above the corridor. With each flap of the wings, gusts of wind were stirred up.
"Be prepared that when his ambitions fail, it will be your death!"
After saying this, Zuo De didn't linger. He spread his huge wings and rushed out through the hole above his head. With a powerful flap of his wings, his body soared into the air and flew away.
The soldiers outside the inner fortress looked up unintentionally and saw the enormous, demonic figure in the sky. They were all terrified, their faces turned pale, and they stood there watching, not daring to make a move.
As Zuo De flew steadily through the sky, feeling the wind rushing past his ears, his fighting spirit gradually subsided.
"Ah, more than ten years have passed. I never thought I would sleep for so long this time."
He adjusted his flight direction and flew straight north, his wings beating at a steady speed, and soon he was far away from the airspace above the inner fortress.
"The fighting in the south is almost over, let's go north and take a look."
Zod didn't know how long he flew until the sky completely darkened and night fell, when finally the outline of a fortress appeared in his field of vision.
He lowered his altitude and looked at the flag flying above the fortress. The flag was so simple that he couldn't tell whether it was a country's flag or not.
"Hmm... Which country is this? A new country has been born while I was away."
Zod's interest was piqued. The fact that a country could establish its own nation between the countries of Midland and Yoda was enough to show that its ruler possessed great strength. Such an opponent could become his next target for battle.
With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and continued flying towards the heart of the fortress, intending to find a place to find out exactly where the country's capital was.
At that moment, a soldier on guard duty on the watchtower of the fortress looked up at the night sky and vaguely saw a huge figure moving in the sky. He immediately reached out and patted his comrade who was on guard duty with him.
"what?"
The soldier who was slapped turned his head, his face showing some impatience.
"Look at that thing in the sky, what is it?"
The soldier who first noticed the anomaly pointed to the sky, his tone full of doubt.
The soldier who was slapped looked up in the direction he was pointing, stared at the blurry figure for a long time, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"What a huge fluttering moth!"
"What are you doing instead of standing guard properly?!"
A stern voice came from behind the two men. A platoon leader walked over, his gaze sweeping over the two distracted soldiers with displeasure on his face.
"Squad leader, look, there's something flying in the sky, it should be a bird or something."
A soldier quickly pointed to the sky and began to explain.
The sergeant looked up in the direction the soldier pointed, but the night was too dark to see anything in the sky. He immediately took out his binoculars and brought them close to his eyes to observe carefully.
When the squad leader saw the enormous demonic figure in the sky, his expression changed drastically. The binoculars slipped from his hand, and he turned and ran towards the watchtower, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran.
"Enemy attack!"