Stormveil Castle, Grafting Laboratory.
As Godrick's grafting experimentation room, it was filled with bloody tools, and even the sharp sawteeth were covered in pungent bloodstains.
And on the operating table lay a half-dead Troll.
Trolls are descendants of Giants, but they betrayed the Giants and chose to join the Golden Host against them. However, after the Giants were eliminated, Trolls were not treated as heroes of the rebellion but became slaves.
Some were left in the northern snowfields to guard the Giant's Graveyard, enduring the gnawing of wild dogs and crows day in and day out, while others were brought back to the south to become slaves of the Golden Lineage.
All Trolls even had the single large eye-face representing Giants carved out of their bellies, making their plight truly miserable.
Despite this, Trolls were still synonymous with strength; at least to ordinary people, Trolls were very powerful.
As the weakest shardbearer, Godrick knew his own weakness, but he wanted to lead his soldiers back to the Royal Capital Leyndell, thus he had to use the power of grafting.
Looking at the massive Troll corpse before him, Godrick gently stroked the Troll's shriveled arm.
"Ah, Troll, give your strength to me!"
Pfft!
With the fall of a sharp axe, one of the Troll's arms was directly chopped off. As blood sprayed, Godrick snatched up the Troll's arm and violently inserted it into the empty space he had already prepared on his body.
"Ugh, ah!"
The pain of clashing bloodlines made Godrick involuntarily drop to one knee, his already pale face becoming even paler.
The bloodline of the Giants and his Golden Lineage bloodline were incompatible, and the intense pain almost made Godrick lose consciousness.
But how could this pain compare to the pain of being driven out of the Royal Capital, the pain of being unable to return to his homeland?
"I... I will definitely lead my soldiers back to our homeland!"
Under the intense agony, Godrick gritted his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His heart was filled with immense unwillingness, and it was this unwillingness that prevented him from fainting.
The next moment, the shard of the elden ring he harbored within his body exerted its power.
The incompatible limb suddenly began to integrate bit by bit. The originally shriveled Troll arm started to twitch, and in a daze, Godrick even heard thumping sounds.
But while grafting, he only thought it was his hallucination. After an unknown period, the limb with conflicting bloodlines finally fused into his body.
Feeling the strength of the Troll's arm, Godrick showed an ugly smile, gaining a deeper understanding of grafting.
If there were another grafting of incompatible bloodlines, perhaps there would be no such pain, and he might even recover faster and use the strength of the new limb.
And the strongest power he envisioned was that of a mighty Dragon. Coincidentally, there was a dead Flying Dragon in the ruins of the plaza in front of the throne; that was the final graft he had prepared for himself.
"Heh heh, mighty Dragon..."
"Thump, thump, thump..."
"Hmm?" Godrick, still lost in fantasy, was immediately stunned. Why hadn't the hallucination ended? Wait, this didn't seem to be a hallucination!
Godrick's expression hardened. As he held his breath, the thumping sounds became increasingly clear. As he listened, his face grew uglier and uglier. The sound seemed to be coming from underground.
He knew about the underground of Stormveil Castle; a part of his father, Godwyn the Prince of Death's corpse, was secretly hidden there.
Precisely because he knew, there were no soldiers of his own in the castle, only Banished Knights and some Mausoleum Knights.
Although it was only a part of the corpse, even just a part would gradually erode everything and produce a Death Blight effect. Some Banished Knights had already begun to be eroded by black thorns.
Therefore, he deployed all his loyal soldiers outside the castle for defense, not allowing them to enter the castle to die in vain.
He would one day lead those soldiers who were willing to follow him back to their homeland at the foot of the erdtree!
However, before Godrick could even begin to fantasize, a sudden sword cry replaced the rhythmic thumping sounds.
Although the sword cry wasn't loud, it was much clearer than the previous thumping sounds.
At this moment, Godrick's face truly changed. Someone had secretly infiltrated the tomb he had secretly prepared for his father and was doing who-knew-what!
The thought of his father's corpse possibly being desecrated made Godrick immediately stand up, but he managed not to lose his composure.
He first selected suitable weapons in the grafting laboratory, equipping each limb, then used his two most important hands to pick up the twin-bladed axe of godrick, which he never parted with.
The axe was a symbol of his ancestor Godfrey's strength and the glory of the Golden Lineage; therefore, his main weapon was also the axe of godrick.
After equipping himself, Godrick didn't hesitate, rushing at top speed towards the secret passage he knew, where there was a rope ladder leading directly underground.
Soon, with Godrick moving at full speed, he arrived at the entrance.
But the situation on site was even more serious than he had imagined: his father Godwyn's corpse had vanished!
"You scoundrels, where have you hidden my father's corpse?!"
Looking at the four figures below, Godrick's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled with madness.
A Beastman, a Hound Knight, two Tarnished—why was such a strange combination here, and where had his father's corpse gone?!
Under his questioning, no one answered!
Godrick didn't hesitate, immediately leaping down from the exit. Just before landing, he gripped the axe of godrick with one hand and slammed it fiercely into the wall.
Screech!
Half of the axe of godrick's blade embedded itself in the wall. The stuck axe slowed Godrick's body, and a few seconds later, Godrick came to a stop, glaring madly and fiercely at the several rogues before him.
It was only then that Xia Yu looked at Godrick with some surprise; this Godrick was a bit different from his memory.
At least the Godrick in his memory wouldn't descend in such a cool manner.
"You villains, tell me quickly, where is my father's corpse?!"
My father? So Godwyn is really Godrick's father?
Thinking of this, Xia Yu's face broke into a provocative smile. He shook the Cursed Death Slash in his hand at Godrick and said mischievously, "Look, your father is in my hands!"
At these words, Blaidd and the others glanced over. How should one put it? If Godrick could still endure this, he wouldn't be a man.
As expected, upon hearing this, Godrick trembled with rage and roared, "You're courting death!"
Boom—!
With an explosion, Godrick, who was hanging on the wall by the axe of godrick, suddenly shot off the wall. Then, he bent his body, raised various weapons with his limbs, and spun towards Xia Yu.
He was like a spiky hedgehog, rolling over, except this hedgehog had considerable lethality.
Clang—!
Xia Yu, holding the Cursed Death Slash, blocked Godrick's first probing attack. Then he immediately shouted, "Go! What's the point of one-on-one with this kind of enemy? Let's beat him to death together!"