"Oh, fuck, wait for me, Gerard, you bastard!"
Ash was completely surrounded. Especially after hearing Wu Heng mention "Black Skull," the soldiers became even more vigilant. Soldiers in the distance aimed their bows at him.
It seemed that if Ash made any further move, the hundred or so men would attack all at once.
Even with a chainsaw in his hand, he had no chance of surviving against such a dense crowd and so many bows.
Ash did not dare make another move and surrendered without resistance.
The armored soldiers slowly approached and bound him tightly with hemp rope.
The wise man beside them, faced with King Arthur's refusal to heed his advice and Wu Heng's words, no longer tried to argue.
He stepped forward and picked up Ash's chainsaw.
Ash was shoved into a prison cart. Beside him sat a bearded middle-aged man dressed in red.
"Hi, hello. Do you know where this is?" Ash asked as though speaking to an old friend.
"This is a battlefield, you damned evil spirit. If I get free, I'll kill you too."
At Ash's question, the red-clad, bearded prisoner looked him over from head to toe. The moment he noticed Ash's left hand, he immediately began cursing.
In this medieval era, all humans were filled with hatred toward evil spirits.
Evil spirits were still extremely active during this period. At the very least, many awakened evil spirits still remained in the world; they had not yet entered a dormant phase.
Ash was instantly speechless.
After returning to town, he was paraded through the streets while still tied up. His left arm was fixed to a wooden board and held high like a utility pole.
The black skeletal hand was forcibly raised above his head and secured in place.
Arthur was displaying the