Looking at the menacing eyes of Viscount Lister Roald, and then looking at Mrs. Narberal who was lying on the bed with no will to live and just wanted to die, Zuo Si suddenly let out a slightly contemptuous laugh.
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"Ha ha ha ha!
Interesting, I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time.
If you don't mind, could you tell me what you sacrificed when using Behelite?
Is it his wife and newborn child?
Or the older brother whom I once admired and loved?
Or were both part of the sacrifice?
Did you feel pain when you sacrificed them?
Do you feel regret and guilt when you think about them now?
Is this also the origin of your twisted and morbid feelings for Mrs. Narberal?
Don't deny it!
Just because she is the only one who can give you these cursed heirs speaks volumes.
After all, the essence of Behelet is the medium that connects with the God of the Abyss in the Sea of Thoughts, and the God of the Abyss will fulfill the wishes of everyone who offers sacrifices.
And this kind of desire is not the kind that many people talk about all day long, but a real desire that is hidden in the heart and maybe even I am not aware of it."
"Aren't you from the empire on the other side of the sea? How do you know these secrets?"
Viscount Lister Roald frowned subconsciously.
"Do you think the God of the Abyss, the Hand of God and the Apostles only exist on this continent? No, they exist in the entire world. So please answer the question I just raised."
Zuo Si started to take the initiative with a smile on his face.
Although he looked so small in front of the giant apostle, the aura he exuded was completely different from before.
As a fairly perceptive person, Viscount Lister Roald quickly noticed this change, and immediately frowned subconsciously and asked: "Are you trying to delay time?"
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to hear your story, the war that permanently changed the trajectory of your life, and your unique destiny and cause and effect. Wait until you finish answering me.
question, I will tell you my choice."
"Hmph! Boring curiosity!"
Viscount Lister Roald curled his lips in disdain, and then responded patiently: "You guessed it right, I sacrificed my brother, wife and newly born child. Because this is the only way I can
Only then can I gain powerful power to reverse the outcome of that losing war. As you can see, I lost something, but I also gained something."
"So...your wish is to win the war to ensure the continuation of the family and to allow it to continue to grow and develop?"
Zuo Si could see into the other person's heart with just one sentence.
Because whether it is the Hand of God or an apostle, the desire itself is often reflected in the image and ability after transformation.
In addition to representing bravery and fearlessness, the lion also has another unknown symbol, which is family and leadership.
In particular, the tentacles on the lower body of Viscount Lister Roald should be used for reproductive activities.
A pride of lions is established through the reproduction of offspring with some of their own characteristics and abilities through a specific mother.
But what's interesting is that he seems to be able to only have offspring with women from his own kin who grow and age quickly.
Is this some kind of curse or price?
Or is the God of the Abyss or the Hand of God deliberately playing tricks on this apostle who has not lost all his humanity and can still continue to sacrifice?
Of course, these are actually not important anymore.
Because Zuo Si already understood why the God of the Abyss was created by mortals in this world.
Just like the birth process of the Chaos Evil God in the subspace of the Warhammer Universe.
All these violent waves of negative emotions are constantly stimulated and catalyzed by the environment of long-term war and disorder, and they continuously converge into the deepest part of the sea of ideas.
When accumulation exceeds a certain critical point, it will naturally be born.
Zuo Si felt that the time when the God of the Abyss developed self-awareness was far less ancient than people imagined, probably only a few thousand years or so, and most likely less than two thousand years.
The birth of Boyd, the oldest hand of God today, is a landmark watershed.
It was his sacrifice that ended the empire and order that Overlord Garcelik had finally established, plunged the continent into boundless chaos and war, and then spawned more negative emotions in humans, and then created the rest of the world one after another.
The Hand of God and the Apostle.
The essence of the God mentioned by Fawang Hall is the worship of the God of the Abyss.
Therefore, Boyd can be said to have personally started the entire era of rampage, constantly strengthening the power of the God of the Abyss so that it can carry out more and more powerful interference in the real world.
Of course, Skeleton Knight Overlord Garcelik is probably not a good guy. He definitely belongs to the kind of conqueror and tyrant who builds massive infrastructure and doesn't treat civilians as human beings.
This can be gleaned from the reflection of the torture that was endured during his lifetime behind the terrifying appearance of Boyd, Hand of God.
In addition, any monarch who achieves unification by force of conquest is basically impossible to be kind. Things like massacre of cities and genocide must be commonplace.
After all, to reintegrate so many long-divided regions, the first thing to do is to cleanse the original vested interest groups in each force and suppress by force all those who dare to resist.
Moreover, when unifying thought and culture, we also need to arrest, kill, and exile on a large scale to ensure that all those things that may cause division are eradicated.
So Zuo Si has always felt that the grudge between the Skeleton Knight and Boyd should be a dog-eat-dog kind of thing, and there is no such thing as a victim at all.
If I had to label the former, it would be just a persistent "Avenger".
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at the little mortal standing in front of his apostle form who still maintains grace, elegance, courtesy and indifference, Viscount Lister Roald was silent for a moment. Then he finally said slowly: "When I was very young, my father always taught us that in this dangerous and chaotic world, family is the only trustworthy support for everyone.
We must defend it and protect it at all costs.
Just like a tree, water it, fertilize it, and eliminate insects until it grows into a towering tree that can provide shelter for all family members.
For a long time, I despised this kind of rhetoric.
Because I always think that I can create my own legend with my own hands and sword like the heroes in the legends.
What's more, the person who will inherit the family in the future is my brother, so I don't need to bear that heavy and boring responsibility at all.
But that war changed me.
Facing the waves of enemies coming at me, I realized that I was just a mortal. Even killing a few mercenaries who didn't even have armor was extremely difficult, and I even almost died in their hands.
In the end, it was my brother who brought me back from the brink of death.
At that time, I lost an arm and my knees were shattered by a war hammer. I could not stand or walk. I could only lie on the bed like a useless person and watch others fight.
But even so, I still have servants to serve me attentively, and I don't have to worry about being left to fend for myself like other wounded soldiers.
From this moment I understood the meaning and importance of family.
My father is right, family is the only support, and it is a tree that can protect all members from wind and rain.
If it is destroyed one day, those of us nobles who rely on our family to obtain power, status and status will also disappear.
When the castle was breached, I, who was already a cripple, had a strong desire to save my family.
Because I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be one of those wounded soldiers who are randomly abandoned to fend for themselves..."
"Behelet responded to your overwhelming desire, summoning the divine hand and completing the sacrifice.
As an apostle, you can easily defeat those fragile ordinary enemy soldiers.
He even killed the noble lord who tried to forcibly seize the hereditary territory of the Roald family.
In the end, you not only saved your family, but also became the master of this land.
But the only problem is, you lose the ability to produce healthy offspring.
For a family, there is nothing more terrifying than the loss of an heir.
After all, this means the severing of the bloodline, and it means that no matter how much wealth, land and power one holds, they will eventually become a wedding dress for others.
And Mana is the last hope of the entire family, and also your last hope.
This also explains very well why you have never arranged any marriage for her in these years.
Once she marries another noble family, it means she may break away from the Roald family.
So you've been waiting, waiting for someone like me to show up."
Zuo Si spoke at a leisurely pace and directly revealed all the thoughts and secrets hidden in the other party's heart.
Like all those who became apostles through sacrifice, Viscount Lister Roald's life also went through three very distinct stages.
The first stage is full of ambitions, dreams and hopes, thinking that you can make a difference with your ability and talent, or even change the whole world.
The second stage is to suffer a heavy blow in that war, being completely defeated physically and mentally and falling into boundless despair. Finally, relying on the strong will to survive and the obsession with someone or something, it finally triggers
The resonance of Behelet summons the hand of God, and then becomes an inhuman apostle through sacrifice.
The third stage is the process of losing humanity and gradually adapting to the identity of an apostle.
If you observe and compare carefully, you will find that this is simply a replica of Griffith's life trajectory.
They were all once full of hope, full of energy, and always felt that they could do anything.
But later they all suffered misfortune due to various reasons. One became disabled in the war, while the other lost control of his emotions because of Gus's running away. He used the princess as a tool to vent his sexual desires and was imprisoned by the ghost father King.
They were tortured, and when they were rescued, they couldn't even take care of themselves.
Finally, when they fall into despair, regret, and a strong desire for dreams, ambitions, and desires, Behelet will appear in time to help them realize their wishes in some dark and twisted way.
Perhaps this is the way the God of the Abyss controls fate and interferes with cause and effect.
It is weaving a huge web to continuously amplify the dark side in all human hearts.
"I have satisfied your curiosity, now it is your turn to give me a clear answer."
Viscount Lister Roald's tone revealed naked impatience.
Because he hates the feeling of not being able to control the situation and being led by the other party.
"Don't... don't agree to him! The Roald family has been cursed! Take Mana and run!"
Mrs. Narbera, who had no strength to speak due to childbirth, struggled to get up from the bed at some point, broke free from the shackles on her legs and feet, and stood directly in front of the apostle's huge body.
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"Hahaha! Do you think you can buy him time to escape?"
Viscount Lister Roald stared at the frail woman in front of him and laughed contemptuously.
But before he could reach out and push her away, Zuo Si suddenly stepped forward and stopped him: "I don't think you should laugh at Mrs. Narberal.
After all, courage is mankind's greatest anthem.
Especially when a mother stands up and faces danger and death for her child.
That kind of selflessness and motherly love that shines with the brilliance of humanity should be given the minimum respect even as an enemy."
"Oh? Do you know what you are doing?"
Viscount Lister Roald's tone and eyes suddenly became dangerous.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mrs. Narbera immediately turned around, with an expression of disbelief on her face, and urged in a slightly excited voice: "Let's go
! Come on! Mana is entrusted to you! Tell her that I am an unfit mother and have never been able to help her escape from this devil's cave."
"Get away!"
The furious Viscount Lister Roald opened his mouth full of fangs and roared. At the same time, his penetrating tentacles rushed towards his brother's widow at lightning speed, trying to capture this woman who could bear children for him.
He was obviously reluctant to kill this woman, but wanted to drain all the potential of the mother's body.
But just when the tentacle was about to touch Mrs. Narberal, Zuo Si suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the place.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!
A huge force that cannot be described in words directly hit the abdomen.
In his apostle form, Viscount Lister Roald felt as if he had been hit hard by a battering ram. His feet instantly flew backwards uncontrollably, creating a large hole in the hard rock wall on the spot, and then hit him hard.
It fell to the ground inside the castle.
The horrifying scene not only shocked the noble guests who came to attend the formal wedding, but also the servants and soldiers who knew the Viscount's true identity.
The former were stunned because they had never seen an inhuman monster like the apostle, while the latter were stunned because they could not imagine what kind of power could defeat the powerful apostle.
Just like this, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zuo Si slowly walked to the edge of the torn hole in the wall of the room, jumped straight down from a height of more than ten meters, and joked in a half-joking tone: "You know? In fact, I am the most
What I'm not good at is fighting with bare hands. To be exact, this is the first time I've hit someone with my fists, and it feels surprisingly good."
"Are you an apostle too?!"
Viscount Lister Roald shook his head twice and quickly got up from the ground.
Obviously, the fall from a height of only ten meters did not cause any substantial damage to him. On the contrary, the punch on the stomach caused a large amount of blood to spurt out of his mouth and nose. It was obvious that his internal organs were severely damaged.
"No, I will not be stupid enough to sacrifice anything important to myself. What's more, even if I am willing to sacrifice, the God of the Abyss is too brave to accept it."
As Zuo Si spoke, he slowly moved forward.
"Will! I need weapons!"
Viscount Lister Roald apparently ignored the issue of his identity being exposed and shouted directly at a knight in the distance who looked to be in his fifties.
The latter didn't even hesitate for a second and quickly rushed into the side door of the castle.
About six or seven seconds later, he transformed into a smaller half-apostle, rushed out with a large knife that was more than four meters long and as wide as the door panel, and threw it in the direction of the two of them with all his strength.
Buzz!
Accompanied by the sound of the blade cutting through the air, this super sword spun and flew towards Zuo Si.
For normal people, if they cannot dodge in time, they will definitely be split in half with a knife, even if they are wearing heavy armor, it will be useless.
Because the weight and size of this thing have obviously exceeded the limit of armor's defense, it can even be used as a blunt instrument without an edge.
At the same time, Viscount Lister Roald also sensed that this was an excellent opportunity. He grinned and rushed forward, waving his claws, intending to attack from both front and back.
"Anyway, it's just idle time. Let me see what you are capable of."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly and he turned sideways, letting the huge blade fly close to his nose.
The strong air flow even blew his hair up.
Viscount Lister Roald, who just happened to rush forward, grabbed the blade and made a powerful backhand sweep.
call--
The wind caused by this blow directly rolled up the soil, gravel and weeds on the ground, obscuring the view.
"Damn it! Who can tell me what happened? What happened to that monster that suddenly appeared?"
A slightly fat noble lord stood on the windowsill and asked sternly.
Not only him, but dozens of other surrounding nobles who were preparing to attend the wedding with their families also showed expressions of shock and fear.
"The sound the monster made just now sounded like Viscount Lister Roald."
Another aristocratic woman in her forties warned cautiously.
"What? Viscount Lister Roald!"
The male noble standing next to him who seemed to be a relative opened his mouth in disbelief.
But soon, his expression suddenly changed, he touched the beard on his chin and whispered: "Yes! I remembered it!"
Do you still remember the war a few years ago?
Count Enlil had clearly conquered the castle and was in sight of victory, but fell short at the last moment.
No one knows what happened. Even Viscount Lister Roald, who won the victory, remained silent and refused to take the opportunity to publicize his victory.
Do you think there is a possibility?
Was he able to win the battle by relying on his ability to transform into a monster?"
"Oh my God! So we've been living next to a monster this whole time? This is so scary!"
"We have to get out of here right away!"
"Want to leave? It's too late! Look at the position of those two people, they just blocked the entrance and exit to the door. Approaching them at this time is simply asking for death."
"Then what do you think we should do? Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"
"No! Of course not! We can wait until that foreign prince defeats Viscount Lister Roald."
"How do you know that he will definitely win? What if Viscount Lister Roald wins? Even if it is to silence us, he will kill us all!"
"Damn it! Stop arguing! At this point, we can only unite..."
Just as the nobles were arguing in a group, the dust that had been raised finally dissipated, revealing the terrifying ravines on the ground that had been cut by big swords.
But what makes them feel fortunate is that Zuo Si, who is currently the only one who can collide with the apostle head-on, is not dead, or even injured. Instead, he has one foot on the broadsword that sneaked into the ground.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Viscount Lister Roald was pulling back hard, but no matter how hard he tried, the four-meter-long sword did not move at all, as if it was being pulled back by someone.
An invisible force suppressed me.
What's going on?
what happened?
Everyone in the entire castle was confused and puzzled by this scene.
Because just from the perspective of body shape, Viscount Lister Roald, who is trying to form, obviously has an overwhelming strength advantage. The lion-like body and hair are all bulging with exaggerated muscles.
Compared with him, Zuo Si gave people the impression of being more elegant and knowledgeable, and would never be associated with fighting or violence.
But the strange thing is that now, a foot that is not as thick as the tentacles of the opponent's lower body has crushed the non-human apostle in terms of strength.
"Tsk, tsk, you are really weak.
As an apostle, do you only have this sad power?
Don’t have any other superpowers?
For example, breathing fire, using elemental powers such as lightning and frost?
Or maybe you can summon a door from another dimension to teleport instantly?"
When saying these words, Zuo Si's tone clearly revealed dissatisfaction and disappointment.
Because the apostles in this world are essentially transformed from humans, most of them have very limited physical defenses. Length's steel sword and hand-held cannon without any magic attached to them can severely injure or even kill them.
Therefore, for him, apostles without superpowers are of no value to even the slightest research.
"Asshole! You really hide it well enough. Why didn't I realize that you are such a dangerous person before? Remember, you forced me to do this."
Viscount Lister Roald finally realized that the young man with black hair and black eyes in front of him was not the mortal he had dealt with before. He raised his head and roared like a lion in the sky.
This sound seemed to have some kind of magic power and quickly spread throughout the castle.
In less than three to five seconds, the half-apostles who originally maintained human appearances appeared in their original forms one after another, and their bodies rapidly expanded and became larger and larger.
From the wildness revealed in the vertical pupils of their eyes, it is easy to see that they have lost their minds at this moment and have completely transformed into beasts that obey the orders of the "leader of the pride".
"Come! My children! Come to your father! I will lead you on a great hunt! It's time for the world to hear the voice of the Roald family!"
Viscount Lister Roald no longer concealed his identity, but instead made an announcement to everyone in the castle.
After a while, there were hundreds of semi-apostles surrounding Zuo Si from all directions, but they did not take the initiative to attack, as if they were waiting for orders.
Because animals like lions are not like tigers and leopards are loners, they live in groups based on blood ties and have a strong social nature.
"No! No! No! How is this possible! Then...that monster is actually my uncle?"
The noble girl Mana collapsed on the ground, her whole body shaking uncontrollably like chaff, and the pupils of her eyes were dilated to the extreme.
She simply couldn't believe that her uncle, who was usually so gentle and considerate to her, turned out to be an inhuman monster.
No wonder that whenever she got too close to her uncle, Narberal, as a mother, would sabotage it or even warn herself to keep her distance.
Paris, who was standing not far behind, murmured to herself in a very low voice: "So this is the true face of Viscount Lister Roald. The master is so powerful, he actually noticed everything from the beginning.
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"What? Soth knows his uncle's true identity?"
Mana turned around suddenly and stared at the young and beautiful maid.
Paris nodded slightly: "Yes.
The master once said that when you propose marriage on the first day of dinner, if your uncle doesn't agree, he will kill you immediately.
I think from that moment on, the master knew the true identity of Viscount Lister Roald.
It's just that he didn't act rashly, but was waiting for the other party to take the initiative to reveal his identity."
"What about me? Who am I?"
Mana's spirit and emotion had obviously collapsed, and tears kept falling down her cheeks.
Because she suddenly realized that all the love and happiness she had felt before were fake and based on lies and deception.
Now as these bubbles burst, she saw the darkest, dirty and ugly cruel reality of this world.
"you?"
A hint of jealousy appeared on the face of the maid, and she walked straight forward, pinched the delicate face that was already crying, and said in an almost cruel tone: "The greatest meaning of your existence is to help the master complete the legal control of this territory.
In addition, since you are somewhat pretty, he may still pamper you for a while, or even let you conceive a few more children.
But you can never expect to understand him as well as I do, win his trust, and become his most capable helper.
just me!
Only me!
You can always follow his footsteps to complete that grand blueprint."
Someone once said that a woman's jealousy is one of the most terrifying things in the world.
Because it will completely distort a woman's thoughts and consciousness, and in serious cases, it may swallow up her sanity and turn her into a completely unreasonable lunatic.
Obviously, Paris at this moment is a typical example in this regard.
The strong jealousy made this once innocent, kind, helpful, and clean young girl become very vicious, and even wanted to strangle the noble lady in front of her to death with her own hands.
In this way, she can enjoy the favor of her master exclusively.
Unfortunately, she cannot do this, nor can she bear the serious consequences of destroying her master's plan, and she is even more afraid of being abandoned because of it.
Under the training of Zuo Si, who is proficient in psychology and human nature, Paris has completely fallen. She is completely an obedient pet and spiritual slave. The meaning of life is to follow her master and provide her with the best service.
So her strong jealousy can only be vented through these vicious words.
You must know that due to the influence of the God of the Abyss, there are not many mortals in this world who are mentally normal, and they will all have some problems to one degree or another.
And negative emotions are often inexplicably amplified.
"No!
You are lying!
Soth loves me!
Only I can be his wife!
Because a pariah like you has no noble bloodline at all, so you are destined to be a miserable maid!"
The noble lady Mana didn't know whether it was because she was stimulated or was also affected by the God of the Abyss. She stood up suddenly, pushed Paris away, and screamed in retort.
"What did you say?!"
The maid lady was obviously deeply stung by the word "untouchable".
When she worked as a waitress in a bar, her sense of class was not so obvious.
After all, the guests in the tavern are basically either civilians in the town, or mercenaries and businessmen traveling from north to south. Everyone is on the same level, so it is impossible to say who looks down on the other.
But after entering the castle as a personal maid, the strict class barriers and the nobles' emphasis on bloodline made the girl clearly feel the invisible but insurmountable huge gap for the first time.
For the first time, Paris hoped that she could be born into a noble family, so that she and Zuo Si would not be so far apart, let alone watch her true love marry another woman just because she was a noble.
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Mana undoubtedly captured the maid's reaction, and immediately wiped away her tears and sneered: "What if you understand him, gain his trust, and even climb into his bed?
You are destined to only hide in the shadows and not be able to stand openly in the sun.
Even your children will only be illegitimate children without inheritance rights and can only serve as slaves for my children.
And do you think Soth would still like you if he knew how ugly you are now?"
moment!
Paris froze in place, her eyes showing shock that could not be concealed.
She couldn't believe that the noble lady who had suffered a mental breakdown just now could recover so quickly and launch a counterattack against her.
But fortunately, she quickly woke up and sneered as if she was showing weakness: "What about you?
If Soth knew how sarcastic you are now, would he still like you?
If I remember correctly, the reason why you won his favor was because of your original innocent character.
So stop threatening me, I won’t do your thing."
As the last word blurted out, the two women fell into silence at the same time.
They just stared into each other's eyes, and finally burst out laughing in unison.
The maid girl was the first to stretch out her right hand and said: "Shake hands and make peace. It's not good for both of us to lose in this way, but it may give other women an advantage."
"I agree. At least in front of Soth, we must maintain the appearance of friendship."
Mana also extended her right hand and shook it with her opponent.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that when the two hands are held together, they are secretly competing, and even the knuckles begin to turn white due to excessive exertion, and the pain is unbearable before they reluctantly let go.
But fortunately, neither Paris nor Mana had received corresponding training, so the final result was that the former was slightly better.
After all, the maid used to be responsible for serving plates and wine glasses in a tavern, so her fingers and palms need to be stronger.
Mana, who had never done any physical labor, had five bright red fingerprints on her hands.
The only good thing is that she was trying on a wedding dress today, so she wore a pair of white lace gloves on her hands, so she couldn't see clearly from the outside.
While the two ladies upstairs were fighting with each other, the apostle Viscount Lister Roald down below finally launched a siege with his monster heirs.
Taking advantage of Zuo Si's dodge, he successfully pulled out the broadsword that was trampled on the ground and swung it wildly, with the intention of chopping him alive into pieces.
"Interesting! You can share vision and hearing with these own offspring? Can you even control their movements to a certain extent?"
In just a few rounds, Zuo Si was very keenly aware of the secret of the close cooperation of the "lions".
"Hmph! What if we find out? You are dead today anyway! My heirs and I will tear you apart and devour your flesh and blood."
Viscount Lister Roald slashed Zuo Si's right leg hard.
He was obviously very annoyed by the opponent's flexible movements and incredible speed of nerve reflexes.
You must know that under the siege of the "lions", Zuo Si's space to move and dodge was very limited, and every operation was almost a thrilling extreme operation.
But this seemingly dangerous action, which should almost be classified as lucky, can be successful again and again.
So Viscount Lister Roald changed his strategy and wanted to cause some damage to one of his legs.
As a result, Zuo Si's movement speed will inevitably be greatly reduced.
"Hahahaha! Devour my flesh and blood? Are you sure?"
Zuo Si couldn't hold back his laughter.
If it weren't for the purpose of integrating into the cause and effect and trying to make himself look like a normal human being, he wouldn't be able to break his defense even if he stood here and let the "lions" bite him.
Not to mention breaking the defense, just the surrounding defensive force field can break the fangs of these semi-apostles.
Because except for real artifacts, even magic weapons with high enchantment levels cannot pose even the slightest threat to it.
"Shut up! You're just annoying a nasty fly right now!"
While Viscount Lister Roald scolded, he began to inject blood into the "lions" through some of his apostle's abilities.
In the blink of an eye, the speed and strength of his descendants tripled, and their overwhelming momentum seemed to threaten to engulf Zuo Si at any time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Go on! Your Excellency, please use my sword!"
Seeing that the situation was "critical", a nobleman standing at a high place finally couldn't sit still, quickly took off the sword that had been handed down from generation to generation from his waist, and threw it down without hesitation.
He obviously knew very well that if Zuo Si died, Viscount Lister Roald would definitely turn around and kill all outside witnesses, including himself, to block the news.
Otherwise, if word of it reaches the ears of the king or the king's hall, it won't take long for a steady stream of people to set foot on this land to defeat monsters, either for fame, honor, or money.
"Thanks!"
Zuo Si stepped on the head of a little lion and jumped high into the air, catching the sword thrown by the noble with a smart, elegant and pleasing movement.
Especially the action of pulling the sword out of the sheath is like a dance full of beauty.
After feeling the quality of the sword in his hand for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh and complained in a voice that only he could hear: "Is it just an ordinary steel sword made with the steel clamping method?
Well, I shouldn't have high expectations for weapons in this world.
After all, before the two worlds are completely connected, this place should be considered a low-demon world in a strict sense.
Coupled with the long-term war, there is no way to calm down and develop technology and improve craftsmanship.
Even if a craftsman occasionally invents something, it is very likely that it will be strangled in the cradle before it has time to spread due to a war.
But having a weapon is better than having no weapon at all, so just make do with it.
Otherwise, it would be too shocking to use fists or magic."
While speaking, Zuo Si's body had fallen steadily on the ground under the influence of gravity, and then he raised a finger: "One minute!"
"What's the meaning?"
Viscount Lister Roald blinked in confusion.
"I mean it only takes a minute to kill you and your pride.
Keep your eyes open and watch carefully, don't blink.
Because this will be the last scenery you will ever see in your life, and it will also be the most gorgeous sword dance.
Thank you for helping me gain the right to rule this land..."
When the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised the sword in his hand and saluted, and then began the ruthless killing.
In just one second, the necks and heads of the two lion cubs were separated.
Before his head rolled down, a column of blood spurted out from the wound. He stepped on the chest of one of the corpses and jumped into the air. He accurately avoided the enemy who sneaked up on him from behind, and pierced him with his sword while doing a backflip.
The eyes kill it.
The moment he landed, he used a sweeping sweep to cut off the tendons on the legs of several little lions.
When the blood spurted out from the sky and formed a bloody rain, Zuo Si had already left the area without even a drop of blood sticking to his body.
The graceful and agile movements like dance formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying fatality.
The nobles who pride themselves on being well-informed simply cannot believe that someone in this world can actually turn a dirty business like murder into something artistic and enjoyable...