Sword Wind: I Am the Legion

Transmigrate into the dark, chaotic world of Berserk. This is an age when human life is worth less than grass, and the hundred-year war between Midland and Tudor is raging. The Falcon of Light, Griffith, is on his way to godhood. The Black Swordsman is still struggling in the mire, and the shadow of the Eclipse is drawing near. Kael crawled out of a pile of corpses with nothing but his worthless life and a System called Legion. No Egg of the King? That’s an excuse for the weak. No Dragonslayer? I have a million-strong tide of steel. 【Kill enemies and seize their soulfire】 【Strengthen your body and break through mortal limits】 【Raise the dead and form an undying guard】 From a lowly mercenary captain struggling to survive to the “King of War,” feared by nations far and wide. Griffith has his Band of the Hawk. As for me, I am the Legion! When the blood-red Eclipse descends and the Hand of God looks down from on high, Kael sits upon a throne of bones, with a million-strong army behind him, silent as a mountain and a roaring sea. “A god?” “Before my Legion, even gods will bleed.”