A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

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. .

"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 you used Behelite?

Is it his wife and newly born child?

Or is he the brother he once admired and loved?

Or were both part of the sacrifice?

Did you feel the 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 hidden in the heart that may not even be noticed by oneself. "

"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 smiled and began to take the initiative.

Although he looked so small in front of the huge 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 my question question and I’ll tell you my choice.”

"Hmph! Silly 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 only in this way, I Only then can I gain powerful strength 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 allow it to continue to grow and develop?"

Zuo Si could peek 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 lion pride is established through the reproduction of offspring with some of its 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.

Jealousy, anger, unwillingness, greed, sadness, loneliness, pain, despair...

All these violent waves of negative emotions are constantly stimulated and catalyzed by the long-term war and disorder environment, 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, probably 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 gave birth to 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 violence, 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 at all.

This can be gleaned from the reflection of the torture 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 ideas and culture, we also need to arrest, kill, and exile on a large scale to ensure that all 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".

Looking at the little mortal standing in front of his apostle form who still maintained grace, elegance, courtesy and indifference, Viscount Lister Roald finally spoke slowly after a moment of silence: "When I was very young, my father We have always been taught 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.

Water, fertilize, and deworm it like a tree until it grows into a towering tree that can provide shelter for all family members.

For a long time, I despised this rhetoric.

Because I always think that I can create my own legend with my own hands and sword like the heroes in the legendary stories.

What's more, the person who will inherit the family in the future is his brother, so he doesn't need to bear that heavy and boring responsibility at all.

But that war changed me.

Facing the tide of enemies, I found 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 on 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 one day it is destroyed, those of us nobles who rely on our family to gain power, status and identity 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 losing 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, one 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 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 keep 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 passed through three very distinct stages in his life.

The first stage is full of ambitions, dreams and hopes, thinking that you can make a difference with your abilities and talents, or even change the entire 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 Behelet's resonance summons the divine hand, which then becomes an inhuman apostle through sacrifice.

The third stage is the process of losing humanity and gradually adapting to the apostleship.

If you observe the comparison 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 like they could do anything.

But later they all suffered misfortunes for 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 for sexual intercourse 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've satisfied your curiosity, now it's your turn to give me a clear answer."

Viscount Lister Roald's tone revealed naked impatience.

Because he hated the feeling of being led by the other party when the situation was out of his control.

"Don't... don't agree to him! The Roald family has been cursed! Take Mana and run!"

Mrs. Nabelal, who had no strength to speak due to childbirth, struggled to get up from the bed at some point, and broke free from the shackles on her legs and feet, and directly blocked the apostle's huge body.

"Hahaha! Do you think you can buy him time to escape?"

Viscount Lister Roald stared at the weak 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 her, saying, "I don't think you should laugh at Lady Naberal.

After all, courage is the greatest hymn of mankind.

Especially when a mother stands up for her child and faces danger and death.

The selflessness and maternal love that shines with the glory of humanity should be given the least respect even as an enemy."

"Oh? Do you know what you are doing?"

The tone and eyes of Viscount Lister Roald suddenly became dangerous.

Lady Naberal turned around immediately, her face full of disbelief, and urged in a slightly excited voice: "Go! Go! Mana is entrusted to you! Tell her that I am an incompetent mother who has not been able to help her escape from this devil's cave."

"Get out!"

The furious Viscount Lister Roald opened his big mouth full of fangs and roared, and at the same time, the tentacles that seeped down rushed towards his brother's widow at a lightning speed, trying to capture this woman who could give birth to his offspring.

He obviously didn't want to kill this woman, but wanted to squeeze out all the potential of the mother body.

But just when the tentacles were about to touch Lady Naberal, Zuo Si suddenly turned into a residual shadow and disappeared on the spot.

The next second...

Boom! ! ! ! ! !

A huge force that could not be described in words directly hit the abdomen.

Viscount Lister Roald in the apostle form felt like he was hit by a battering ram. His feet flew backwards uncontrollably, knocking a big hole in the hard rock wall on the spot, and then fell heavily on the ground in the castle.

The horrifying scene not only shocked the noble guests who came to prepare for the formal wedding, but also the servants and soldiers who knew the true face of the viscount.

The former were shocked because they had never seen an inhuman monster like an apostle, while the latter were shocked because they could not imagine what kind of power could defeat the powerful apostle.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zuo Si slowly walked to the edge of the hole in the room wall, jumped down from a height of more than ten meters, and said in a half-joking tone: "You know? In fact, I am not good at fighting with bare hands. To be precise, this is the first time I hit someone with my fists, and it feels surprisingly good."

"You are also an apostle?!"

Viscount Lister Roald shook his head vigorously twice and quickly got up from the ground.

Obviously, falling from a height of only more than ten meters did not cause any substantial damage to him. On the contrary, the punch in the stomach caused a lot of blood to gush out of his mouth and nose, and it was obvious that his internal organs suffered a serious injury.

"No, I won't be stupid enough to sacrifice anything important to me. What's more, even if I am willing to sacrifice, the God of the Abyss will not dare to accept it."

As Zuo Si said, he slowly approached.

"Will! I need a weapon!"

Viscount Lister Roald obviously didn't care about his identity being exposed, and shouted directly to a knight who looked to be in his fifties in the distance.

The latter didn't hesitate for even a second and rushed into the side door of the castle.

After about six or seven seconds, he turned into a smaller half-apostle and rushed out with a broadsword that was more than four meters long and as wide as the door panel, and threw it in the direction of the two people with all his strength.

Buzz!

Accompanied by the sound of the blade cutting through the air, this super broadsword spun and flew towards Zuo Si.

For a normal person, if he couldn't dodge in time, he would be 100% cut in half by a single blow, even if he was wearing heavy armor.

Because the weight and size of this thing obviously exceeded the limit of what the armor could defend, it would even be fine to use it as a blunt weapon without a blade.

At the same time, Viscount Lister Roald also realized that this was an excellent opportunity, grinning and rushing forward, waving his claws and intending to attack from the front and back.

"Since I'm idle anyway, let me see what you can do." Zuo Si's mouth curled up slightly and he turned slightly to the side, letting the huge blade fly close to his nose. The strong airflow even blew up his hair. Viscount Lister Roald, who happened to rush to the front, grabbed the blade and swept it with amazing power. Whoosh--The wind raised by this blow directly rolled up the soil, gravel and weeds on the ground and blocked the view. "Damn it! Who can tell me what happened? What's the matter with that monster that suddenly appeared?" A slightly fat noble lord stood on the windowsill and asked sternly. Not only him, but dozens of other nobles around who were preparing to attend the wedding with their families also showed expressions of shock and fear. "The sound made by the monster just now sounded like Viscount Lister Roald."

Another noblewoman 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 face changed drastically, and he touched his beard and whispered: "Yes! I remember it!

Do you remember the war a few years ago?

Earl Enlil had already broken through the castle and was on the verge of victory, but he failed at the last moment.

No one knows what happened. Even Viscount Lister Roald, who won the victory, kept his mouth shut and was unwilling to take the opportunity to publicize his victory.

Do you think there is a possibility.

He won the battle by relying on this ability to transform into a monster?"

"Oh-my God! So we have been neighbors with a monster all this time? This is terrible!"

"We must leave here immediately!"

"Think Leave? Too late! Look at the position of the two men, they just blocked the entrance to the gate. Approaching at this time is simply seeking death. "

"Then what do you say? Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"

"No! Of course not! We can wait for the foreign prince to defeat Viscount Lister Roald."

"How do you know he will definitely win? 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 to..."

Just as the nobles were arguing, the dust that had been raised before finally dissipated, revealing the terrifying gullies on the ground cut by the big knife.

But what made them feel fortunate was that Zuo Si, the only one who could face the apostle head-on, did not die, and was not even injured. Instead, one foot stepped on the big knife that had penetrated the ground.

Viscount Lister Roald was pulling back with all his strength, but no matter how hard he tried, the four-meter-long sword did not move at all, as if it was held down by some invisible force.

What happened?

What happened?

Everyone in the castle was puzzled and puzzled by this scene.

Because judging from his body shape, Viscount Lister Roald, who was trying to take shape, obviously had an overwhelming power advantage, with his lion-like body and hair full of bulging exaggerated muscles.

Compared with him, Zuo Si gave people the impression of being more elegant and knowledgeable, and people would never associate him with fighting and violence.

But the strange thing is that now, just a foot that is not as thick as the opponent's lower body tentacles crushed the non-human apostle in terms of strength.

"Tsk tsk, you are really weak.

As an apostle, is this the only pathetic power you have?

Don't you have any other superpowers?

For example, fire-breathing, using elemental powers such as lightning and frost?

Or can you summon a dimensional door to teleport instantly?"

When saying this, 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 defense. Even Guts can be severely injured or even killed by simply using a steel sword and a handheld cannon without any magic.

So for him, apostles without superpowers are not worth studying at all.

"Asshole! You are really hiding deep. 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 black-haired and black-eyed young man in front of him was not the mortals he had dealt with before. He raised his head and roared like a lion towards the sky.

This sound seemed to have some kind of magic and quickly spread throughout the castle.

In less than three or five seconds, the half-apostles who originally maintained their human appearance showed their true forms one after another, and their bodies expanded rapidly and became larger and larger.

It is not difficult to see from the wildness revealed in their eyes that they have lost their minds and completely turned into beasts that obey the "lion leader".

"Come on! My descendants! Come to your father! I will lead you to complete 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 announced to everyone in the castle.

After a while, hundreds of half-apostles surrounded Zuo Si from all directions, but did not take the initiative to attack, as if waiting for orders.

Because lions are not like tigers and leopards, which are all lone rangers, but live in groups with blood ties and have strong sociality.

"No! No! No! How is this possible! That... that monster is actually my uncle?"

The noble girl Mana collapsed on the ground, shaking uncontrollably like a sieve, and her pupils dilated to the extreme.

She simply couldn't believe that her uncle, who was so gentle and considerate to her on weekdays, was actually an inhuman monster.

No wonder whenever she got too close to her uncle, her mother Narberal would sabotage it, and even warn her to keep her distance.

Paris, who was standing not far behind her, murmured in a very low voice: "So this is the true face of Viscount Lister Roald. The master is really amazing, and he actually noticed everything from the beginning."

"What? Soth knows his uncle's true identity?"

Mana suddenly turned around 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 waited for the other party to take the initiative to reveal his identity. "

"What about me? Who am I?"

Mana's spirit and emotions 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 those bubbles burst, she saw the darkest, dirty and ugly cruel reality of the world.

"you?"

There was a trace of jealousy on the face of the maid, and she walked straight forward and 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 effective 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 if it's serious, it may swallow up her sanity and turn her into a completely unreasonable lunatic.

Obviously, Paris at this moment is a typical example of this.

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 her master's favor all to herself.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do this, nor could she bear the serious consequences of ruining her master's plan, and she was 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 were basically either civilians in the town, or mercenaries and businessmen traveling from north to south. Everyone was on the same level, so it was impossible to say who looked down on the other.

But after entering the castle as a personal maid, the strict class barriers and the nobility's 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. .

Mana undoubtedly captured the maid's reaction, and immediately wiped away her tears and sneered: "So what if you understand him, gain his trust, and even climb into his bed?

You are destined to 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 were 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 were 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. On the contrary, it may give other women an advantage."

"I agree. At least in front of Soth, we must maintain a semblance of friendship."

Mana also stretched out her right hand and shook it with the 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 do the work of 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! Can you share vision and hearing with these own descendants? 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 will die 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 is very limited, and every time it is 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 stop laughing.

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 chicken 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.

"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 anymore. He 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 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 for reasons such as 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 in 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 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 he was talking, 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 the head rolled off and the blood gushed out from the wound, he stepped on the chest of one of the corpses and flew into the air, accurately avoiding the enemy who attacked him from behind, and killed him with a sword through the eyes during the backflip.

When he landed, he used a sweep to cut off the tendons on the legs of several little lions.

When the blood gushed out in the sky and formed a bloody rain, Zuo Si had already left the area, without even a drop of blood on his body.

The graceful and agile movements like dancing formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying lethality.

The nobles who claimed to be well-informed could not believe that there were people in this world who could make such a dirty business as killing full of art and appreciation...