Severe pain! It was as if every bone, every nerve, and every cell in my body was howling in pain.

Guts felt like he had a long, terrifying nightmare in which he fought an unknown monster for three hundred rounds and finally survived by trying his best.

The feeling of powerlessness and weakness even made him feel as if he had died once.

But no matter what, after regaining consciousness for a few seconds, he still forced himself to open his only intact eye.

Yes, this powerful black-clad swordsman who had killed countless apostles not only lost a hand in the sacrifice of the demon-raising ceremony, but also lost an eye. He was an absolutely disabled person.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the Piranha Plant Apostle who was nearby.

To be precise, it is the human form of this apostle, a skinny old man.

His first subconscious reaction was to reach for the War Dragon Sword to kill it immediately, but he ended up touching nothing.

Then he wanted to use the weapon attached to the prosthesis, but found that the prosthesis had been removed at some point.

Just when his mind was in a mess and he was a little confused about the situation, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Hey, you finally woke up. I thought I might have to dig a hole and bury you by this time tomorrow."

Following the direction of the sound, Guts saw the woman who fed him the potion before he fell into a coma, and the team members with her.

Similarly, Guts also realized that he was in a carriage, and the carriage was moving at a very fast speed, but for some reason it was not very bumpy.

After a long silence, he opened his mouth and asked in an extremely hoarse voice: "Who are you? Where are you going? And how long have I been unconscious? Why is this guy still alive?"

"Hey! Don't you think you have too many questions? And I think you should thank him first. If it weren't for the captain, you would have become a corpse long ago."

The short man gave Gus a cold look, obviously quite unhappy with his cold and ungrateful attitude.

However, the woman who was the captain responded nonchalantly: "First of all, we are a hunting team affiliated with His Majesty the King, and we are responsible for dealing with matters related to apostles, monsters, and magic.

My name is Margo Salem and as you can see I'm the captain of this team.

The second question is that we are now on our way to the royal capital. If nothing goes wrong, we should be there in two or three days at most.

The third question is that you have been in a coma for six days. Apart from a small amount of water and batter, you have basically not consumed any nutritious food, so I suggest that you better not move.

The last question, the apostle is still alive because Your Majesty needs him to be alive, that's all."

After hearing this explanation, Gus's originally guarded expression finally relaxed. He leaned against the backrest and began to lower his head to inspect his skin, which was originally covered with red blood spots. He found that there were densely packed spots of varying sizes remaining on it, and some of them were even severely peeling.

Although there was no mirror, he was pretty sure that he must look pretty creepy right now.

But fortunately, as the body's functions recover, these scars will gradually fade and eventually disappear in a short time.

"You were poisoned, a terrible poison. If you hadn't drunk the captain's antidote in time, you would have turned into some kind of fertilizer that could be absorbed by that guy. Because one of his abilities is to gain strength and recover from injuries by eating humans."

The youngest boy in the team took the initiative to explain what happened to Guts.

"So you are all his Majesty King Roald I's men?"

Gus found the prosthetic limb placed next to him and immediately picked it up and installed it on himself.

As a very insecure person, what he hated most was this state of being extremely weak, unarmed and unable to defend himself.

So the first thing to do after waking up is not to ask for water or food, but to find the prosthetic equipment.

The female captain who called herself Margot Salem obviously noticed this, and nodded with a smile on her face. "That's right. We are all elites trained and promoted by His Majesty. For us, His Majesty's orders and missions are everything. In addition, could you explain where this came from?"

As she spoke, the female captain took out the exquisite badge from Gus's leather pocket where he kept his money.

Especially the royal emblem above, which is not unfamiliar to members of the hunting team like her.

"You guys went through my stuff?"

Gus's face showed obvious displeasure.

"Don't get me wrong, we're just not sure if you can make it, so we want to find something that can prove your identity. Otherwise, we won't even know what to carve on the tombstone."

Margot Salem threw the purse in her hand over very simply.

The weak Gus did not reach out to take it, but let the leather bag fall at his feet. He glanced at the gold and silver coins in it and found that except for the badge, everything else was intact.

This also means that the other party is not a greedy person, otherwise he could take the opportunity to kill me and keep the huge sum of money.

So after hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "I received an invitation. This is a token and travel expenses given to me by someone."

"What? An invitation! Have you received an invitation from His Majesty?"

The little man's voice suddenly rose an octave, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Compared to his reaction, Margot Salem was much calmer. She only said in a half-joking tone, "Well, it's about what I guessed. After all, it's the first time I've seen a badge of this level. It shouldn't be possible for it to be stolen unless it was given by His Majesty himself."

"If you say so, wouldn't it be a great achievement for us to escort him to the capital?"

The young man asked with his eyes slightly shining.

"Of course! If nothing unexpected happens, the merit of escorting him should be much greater than capturing this useless apostle. It would be great if I could get more points. I have long wanted to learn advanced fire magic."

As she said this, Margot Salem's eyes revealed a naked and undisguised strong desire, and a red mark appeared on the back of her hand.

It is obvious that all members of the hunting teams formed by Zuo Si are humans with magical qualifications in this world.

In other words, his body was transformed and trained according to the standards of a "demon hunter", specializing in dealing with supernatural forces within the area of ​​his rule.

Otherwise, it is not in his character to allow apostles and monsters to run rampant in his own country and massacre civilians.

Since the emergence of these hunting teams active in various areas, the number of civilian deaths caused by attacks by apostles and monsters has been significantly reduced.

Some apostles who couldn't hold on any longer even chose to flee.

Facts have proven that no matter what it is in this world, it cannot escape the iron rule of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

After all, many apostles are often very afraid of death, so when faced with enemies that are enough to threaten their lives, they will naturally choose to escape and retreat.

The reason why Guts was able to successfully kill the apostles time and time again was mainly because most of the apostles looked down on him due to his human identity. They always felt that they had a great advantage, but in the end they were either hit by the cannon hidden in their prosthetic limbs or cut in half by the Dragon Slaying Sword.

But the hunting team formed by Zuo Si is different. All its members are professional demon hunters who master magical powers.

Many of the weapons, potions, and props in their hands are specifically designed to restrain the power of apostles.

Therefore, even a high-ranking apostle like Undead Zod would find it difficult to gain any advantage over the hunting team.

Especially as Zuo Si's research on apostles and underworld energy became more and more in-depth, the number of similar by-products became more and more, and even gradually formed a complete and independent system.

The eldest daughter, Farnese, was responsible for organizing these things into books and storing them in an unknown room under the palace.

Perhaps it won't be long before these books, notes, and experimental records become the key to an era of magic.

magic?

When Gus heard this word, he was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

Because he saw a ball of hot flame suddenly emerge from the palm of Margot Salem, and the flame did not burn the skin, but kept moving on the arm like a snake, and finally slowly extinguished and turned into a wisp of black smoke.

The magical flame that could burn out of thin air without any fuel or substance deeply shocked this man who only knew how to fight with a sword.

Guts originally thought that after witnessing the sacrifice that destroyed the Eagle Group, he would never feel surprised again in his life, and would be able to face any situation calmly no matter how outrageous or strange it was.

But now his heart was clearly shaken.

If the hunting team trained by Zuo Si can master this supernatural power, can I also obtain it?

With this power called magic, can he kill Griffith who has become God's Hand Fremont?

So, he began to worry about the consequences, even though he had not had much expectations to begin with.

I even developed a strong curiosity and interest in Zuo Si.

"Here, drink some water and eat something. I don't want you to die of thirst or hunger before you reach the capital."

The short man directly threw over a water bag and a bag filled with portable food blocks that looked like compressed biscuits.

moment!

Gus's stomach made a gurgling sound, obviously his gastrointestinal tract was telling him that it was time to eat.

"Thank you!"

Gus nodded politely to the other party, and without bothering to be polite, he took two sips of water and then began to eat in big mouthfuls.

After eating a few pieces, he decisively put down the bag in his hand.

Of course, this was not because he was full, but the experiences of being injured and unconscious many times made him understand that he must not eat too much at this time to increase the burden on his gastrointestinal tract, but must at least recover slowly over a few days.

Otherwise, you may suffer from vomiting and diarrhea at best, or even die from starvation.

As the food in the stomach is quickly digested and absorbed, the blood sugar level begins to gradually increase, and the weak and feeble state is quickly greatly relieved.

Driven by curiosity, Gus raised his hand, opened a gap in the side of the carriage covered with black cloth and looked out. As a result, he saw the golden wheat fields on both sides of the road at a glance.

Countless farmers were cheering and waving their sickles to harvest. Large amounts of wheat ears and stalks were piled up on the edge of the fields to form spectacular grain stacks.

Younger children stood by waving branches to drive away birds and voles, while cats and dogs also joined the hunt, happily killing thieves who tried to steal their owner's food.

Some of them even had their bellies bloated from eating too many voles and birds, and they were lazily lying in the sun.

It is not difficult to see from the smiles on people’s faces that this must be a good year with a bumper harvest.

As a mercenary who has been wandering around the world and participating in wars since he was a child, Guts can no longer remember the last time he saw such a beautiful scene.

At least in the war-torn Kingdom of Midland, most farmers always have an expression of pain and numbness on their faces, and they have no hope for life and the future.

Thinking of this, he asked in an uncertain tone: "People here seem to be living well?"

"Of course! Because His Majesty not only distributed land to them, but also significantly reduced taxes and provided seeds, fertilizers, and farm tools at low prices.

Otherwise, why do you think those conscripted soldiers in the army rushed forward as if they were risking their lives when fighting?

Because those who came from serf and tenant farmers families understood that if they allowed those nobles to make a comeback, everything they had now would be taken away.

Therefore, we must completely defeat the corrupt old feudal aristocracy and make them disappear from this world forever."

When saying this, the youngest boy in the team's tone revealed his respect and admiration for his own king.

If Zuo Si had not arrived, he would probably still be sleeping in the barn, huddled together with horses or cows for warmth every night, with an indelible stench and smell on his body.

And he would never forget the beautiful noble lady who was called "kind", "good" and "innocent", but who looked at him with disgust, aversion and contempt just because he appeared in the stable at an inopportune time to brush a horse, as if he was not a person at all, but a pile of horse or cow dung.

The maid beside the other party didn't say anything and immediately called the servant in charge of the livestock and gave him a scolding.

After the latter made a servile apology, he took up a whip and beat the boy half to death. The boy had a high fever and almost died.

This is the most realistic portrayal of the miserable lives of the sons of serfs and tenant farmers.

No dignity!

No personality!

There is not even the slightest freedom! From the moment they were born, they were part of the nobles' property, two-legged animals, and their life and death depended entirely on the words of the superiors.

But now, the mountain that was originally pressing on everyone's heads has finally been overturned.

Amid the roar of muskets and cannons, castle after castle was uprooted, and countless families were completely destroyed amid screams and wails.

The young man in front of him even led Zuo Si's army that night. Afterwards, he pinned the captured noble lady under him and ravaged her repeatedly for an hour, and then watched her being tortured to death by a group of mercenaries.

From then on, he took the words that Zuo Si instilled in the hunting team as his life motto, which is "We are always loyal and we never forgive."

Guts obviously noticed the boy's reaction and just smiled without saying anything.

As someone who had been in close contact with Griffith, he understood that there existed in this world such a monster who exuded a strong personal charm from head to toe.

They are like peerless geniuses and leaders who can easily learn and understand complex things that ordinary people cannot understand in their entire lives. They can always achieve unexpected victories and lead everyone to brilliant victories time and time again.

Therefore, there will never be a lack of followers and admirers around such people.

Even if one day this person leads everyone to rush into the abyss of destruction like moths to a flame.

There is no doubt that at this moment in Guts's eyes, Zuo Si's figure has gradually become more and more similar to Griffith.

In this way, the group marched westward along the road day and night. Except for stopping to rest, eat, and change horses when passing through towns, they were on the road all the time.

After Guts's body began to recover, everyone finally saw the rising capital on the horizon.

“This… What is this?!!”

Gus, who was sitting in the front seat with the driver, suddenly stood up and stared at the extremely spectacular scene in the distance, stunned.

Especially the densely packed chimneys that continuously belched out black smoke, and the steam trains running on the rails loaded with all kinds of goods and people, made him feel as if he was in an absurd dream.

Who am I? Where am I? What the hell is this place? "Ah! Look! The first railway that was planned before is finally open to traffic. It's so fast. I remember it only took more than three months in total?"

Margot Salem was obviously very excited.

Not only her, but also the smaller men in the team could not help but sigh: "Yes, it is more than fast, it can be described as a miracle.

I really don't know what kind of magic Your Majesty used to build a railway connecting the mining area and the industrial area in such a short time.

In addition, haven’t you noticed that the scale of the industrial zone seems to have increased a lot?

I bet the number of factories has tripled at least.”

"Hehe! With the railway connection, the raw materials from the mines can be transported to the factory continuously, which will naturally promote the expansion of production. If it continues like this, the whole world will surrender to your Majesty's invincible army."

The young man grinned with excitement and pride.

Just when Gus wanted to ask what was going on in this strange city, he suddenly saw a group of people with shackles on their hands and feet, being driven by whips towards a construction site.

Before he could ask any questions, the bodies of these people who looked like prisoners and slaves immediately began to swell, and eventually transformed into apostles of various shapes.

If we have to find a common point, it is that they all have a lot of "hands" or "limbs".

Following these monsters, which Guts saw as extremely dangerous, twisted, cruel and should be wiped out, he began to pick up tools to clear the surrounding trees, rubble and soil, then laid sleepers on the ground and fixed them, and finally connected the rails on top.

With such terrifying labor efficiency, they paved hundreds of meters in just over ten minutes.

At this moment, not only Guts was stunned, but even the members of the hunting team were equally stunned. They understood how the railway connecting the factory and the mining area was built, and why the order given to the Piranha Plant Apostle was to capture him alive instead of killing him life or death.

Good fellow! They actually captured the apostles and used them as free slaves and laborers.

Not only apostles, but even skeletons and zombies, undead creatures born under the influence of the energy of the underworld, can be seen in the transporting team.

I guess if any capitalist came here, they would sigh with tears in their eyes and say that when it comes to exploiting surplus value, you are the one who has to do it.

Obviously, due to the severe shortage of labor on hand, the cruel Zuo Si finally reached out to these non-human creatures.

After all, things like building railways and doing infrastructure construction have always required large investments, long cycles and low returns.

He doesn't have the patience to spend ten years or even longer to advance bit by bit and then complete the construction of the entire national transportation system.

Since following the routine doesn't work, we naturally have to find a way to "cheat".

So what in this world can go without food or water and continue to work intensively for 24 hours a day? Therefore, Zuo Si set his sights on the apostles in the basement who were used as experimental materials, as well as the zombies and skeletons created by the energy of the netherworld.

Some wizards observed this and began to try to figure out the mystery, and then invented various necromancy spells to control these undead to serve them.

By the same token, since similar things have appeared in this world, they can naturally be controlled through magic.

So when the magic to control these undead creatures was invented, undead labor was naturally added to the industrial luxury experience package.

Although these monsters caused considerable panic and riots at first, they were immediately in short supply after some bold and greedy factory and mine owners experienced their benefits firsthand.

Currently, half of the expanded production areas in industrial and mining areas are supported by these undead.

Otherwise, it would be wishful thinking to build a railway without three to five years.

"Your King is absolutely a lunatic! A complete lunatic!"

Looking at the hundreds of apostles who were working diligently on the construction site, Gus couldn't help but complain.

He even suspected that if he rushed over and killed an apostle at this moment, it might be a relief for the apostle.

"Crazy? Maybe. Anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing."

Margot Salem smiled noncommittally, then turned around and patted the Piranha Plant Apostle on the shoulder and encouraged him, "See? Those guys' present is your future. Work hard and try to repair a few more railways."

"Bah! Do you think I'd abandon my dignity and become a slave like those idiots?"

The skinny old man spat in anger.

“Hahahaha! Oh my god!

Are you living like a dog at your age?

You don't think they are doing this voluntarily, do you? If an apostle like you falls into His Majesty's hands, you might end up living a life worse than death."

The little man laughed and grabbed the other's hair, then slammed his face hard into the ground of the carriage trailer, leaving a dark red blood mark on it.

Seeing this, Guts also revealed a slightly ferocious smile.

There is no doubt that both the members of this hunting team and this terrifyingly large and weird capital city are quite to his liking so far.

Especially in terms of attitude towards the apostles.

After identifying themselves to the guards at the entrance, the carriage quickly entered the back door of the palace escorted by four cavalrymen.

About fifteen minutes later, they finally passed through layers of security and entered the most secret and core area of ​​the palace.

As soon as he stepped in, Guts immediately heard creepy screams and wails coming from inside.

That miserable plea would soften even the hardest heart.

But soon, this newly-awakened sympathy disappeared.

Because when passing by a cell, Guts saw that the unfortunate guys fixed to the wall were not human beings at all, but a bunch of strange-looking apostles.

The owner here is obviously using them for some horrible experiments.

Some apostles even had their limbs separated and their bodies cut into dozens of pieces, but they still did not die and were alive and well.

It must be said that if Guts had not experienced that terrible sacrifice before, he was sure that he would not be able to remain calm now.

Finally, the group came to a room filled with books, experimental instruments, various specimens and medicine bottles.

The captain, Margot Salem, took the lead and knelt on one knee, reporting in a very respectful manner: "Your Majesty, according to your order, we have captured the Apostle Gardener."

"Very good! Paris, just take this guy to make a small renovation, and then send him directly to build the railway. It would be a waste if he didn't go to the construction site to move bricks with his innate civil engineering body."

Zuo Si gave direct orders to the maid beside him.

"As you wish, Master."

Paris bowed gracefully, then walked forward, grabbed the hair of the apostle called "Gardener" and walked straight towards the cell.

After a while, the latter's heart-wrenching screams echoed in everyone's ears.

But Zuo Si acted as if he heard nothing. He just stared at Gus who was standing in front of him. After a full minute, he stood up, took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, poured two glasses, and handed one of them to the other party.

"This is?!"

Gus took the glass and was slightly stunned, a little confused about what this was for.

"Cheers to the only brave warrior in the world who dares to challenge fate and face the bleak life." Zuo Si raised the wine glass in his hand and said.

"Are you talking about me?"

Gus frowned subconsciously.

For some reason, he always felt that when those black eyes looked at him, he was seen through from the inside out in an instant.

"Who else could it be?"

Zuo Si asked back with a smile, then clinked his glass with the other party, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, feeling the slight sourness of the wine remaining on the tip of his tongue.

It was not difficult to tell from his serious look that he was not simply complimenting, but believed from the bottom of his heart that this was the fact.

Because even among the many "protagonists" with miserable life stories, Guts is definitely unique. He can even be called one of the most miserable. He is truly the "King of Miserable".

Other protagonists with tragic life stories can at least live a normal life, or experience some family affection and love to a certain extent.

What about Kegus?

It was a standard hellish start from the moment he was born, an abandoned baby who almost died just after crawling out of his mother's womb.

Even his adoptive mother, who treated him the best, did not truly love him. Instead, she saw him as a substitute for her aborted child and might not even be mentally normal.

His adoptive father was a scumbag among scumbags, not to mention that he was raped by strong mercenaries when he was a child.

Looking back on Gus's entire childhood, it was almost nothing but tragedy, and there were not many scenes that could be called "warm".

But do you think that's the end?

No! This is just the beginning! The Eagle Group, Griffith's ascension and sacrifice are the real starting point of this purgatory life.

For most people, even experiencing one or two of these events, let alone going through them from beginning to end, would be enough to cause a devastating blow to their spirit, and they might even suffer from the huge trauma psychology that they may never get over for the rest of their lives.

But Gus stood up again and again, and never gave up the fight even when the enemy was hopelessly powerful, using his human flesh and blood to fight against the apostles and the Hand of God.

No matter what the final result is, this fearless courage and persistence alone are worthy of admiration.

Through the broken body, Zuo Si could even see the soul shining with golden light inside.

If such a person appeared in the continent of Faerun, gods such as the god of war Tempus, the god of justice Tyr, the god of loyalty and courage Torm, the god of vengeance Hohr, etc. would even fight for his faith and soul.

Maybe the goddess of love Shu Na will also get involved, wanting to experience what it feels like to fall in love with such a macho man.

"Your eyes remind me of someone, an enemy whom I hate so much."

Gus first drank up the wine in the glass, then suddenly exerted force with his palm and crushed the glass into pieces with a snap.

This action instantly aroused the vigilance of others around.

Especially the eldest lady Farnese, who was even ready to start chanting spells to release magic.

But all the commotion was stopped by Zuo Si who raised his hand, and then asked with a relaxed look: "Is it Griffith?"

Gus nodded without hesitation: "Yes! I smell the same scent on you as him. But you are obviously stronger than him, and also crazier."

“Hahahahaha!

I have to say, your intuition is quite sharp.

In fact, I have more in common with Griffith than you might think.

For example, we all have this.”

As he said that, Zuo Si took out his scarlet Behelet and threw it directly over.

"Overlord's Egg? How come you have this thing?!"

Guts's face changed drastically, one hand was already on the Dragon Slaying Sword, and a terrifying murderous intent emanated from his whole body.

He'd never forget what happened when Griffith, in despair, activated the thing.

“Don’t be so nervous.

The Overlord's Egg is nothing more than a key, a node woven together by the law of cause and effect.

It is not something mandatory; it all comes from the choice of the holder.

In other words, the reason why Griffith became the Hand of God was not because he was really destined to become the Hand of God, but because he chose to succumb to fate.

In fact, he had the opportunity to break away from fate and take a completely different path, just like you are now.

It's just that he chose to succumb to fate and took the initiative to embrace the dark side of human nature.

But I am different from him.

Because I never make choices, I let others make choices.

So there's no need to worry about what I'll do with the Overlord Egg.

It is just a tool for me, a key to better understand the truth of the world."

Zuo Si patiently gave detailed explanations and illustrations.

Although the God of the Abyss claims that it weaves the fate of everyone, and even arranged the script for the entire world long, long ago and called it the "law of cause and effect", the real situation is much more complicated.

In the real world, many people have successfully escaped the control of fate and causality, at least for a short period of time.

Therefore, although the God of the Abyss is the projection of the evil side of all human consciousness, he cannot control everyone 100%.

Because human nature has both an evil side and a good side.

The good side is the biggest variable that can influence and interfere with the law of cause and effect and destiny.

Although Zuo Si himself was a staunch supporter of the idea that "human nature is evil", and his tendency towards lawful evil was the best proof of this, he did not hate or even deny precious qualities such as kindness, justice, and mercy.

Therefore, he keenly perceived the flaws of the God of the Abyss and planned to use this as an opportunity to start a debate with the other party.

"So... you know everything?"

Gus stared at Zuo Si who was so close to him with wide eyes.

The latter smiled and nodded: "Yes, I know everything, whether it is your life experience or the process of Griffith sacrificing the entire Eagle Group to ascend to the devil. I also know that it won't be long before he completes his second reincarnation and returns in the form of the Eagle of Light."

"What? Wait! You said Griffith would be back?"

Gus quickly grasped the key word that made him lose control of his emotions.

Why did he desperately hunt down the apostles? Of course, he wanted to learn the whereabouts of God's Hand, Femont, from the apostles, and then find a way to kill him to avenge his dead companions and Casca, who had been tortured and gone mad.

"Yes! As his best friend, don't you understand how persistent he is in pursuing that unattainable wish? Moreover, the God of the Abyss behind him wants to take this opportunity to open a new era.

If you want revenge, want to defeat Griffith, or even want to save this world that is sliding into the abyss, I am your only choice."

Zuo Si gave a straightforward answer.

Because opening up the passage between the underworld and the real world should have always been the wish of the God of the Abyss.

Its meaning is basically the same as the Eye of Terror in the Warhammer universe, representing that the world of spirit and soul begins to directly interfere with and influence the material world.

Moreover, according to the results of the research, the energy of the underworld is not evenly distributed as the witches imagined, but becomes thinner as you go up, and becomes denser as you get closer to the deepest part.

This means that if you want to obtain the most powerful power in this area, you must continue to get closer to the God of the Abyss.

Therefore, the most powerful magic users in this world have always been those God's Hands.

After all, apart from the Hand of God, basically no one can maintain their sanity and self-esteem after facing the God of the Abyss.

"Why should I trust you?"

Gus was obviously tempted, but he was afraid of falling into another fatal trap.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "No, you don't need to believe in me, you just need to believe in yourself. If one day you find that I have become an enemy, you can kill me too. Because I am only responsible for providing strength, and you can make judgments based on your own will."

"What do you want to do? Or what are your ambitions and dreams?"

Guts raised the red Overlord Egg in his hand and questioned with a serious face.

“First of all, let me correct you, I am a person without dreams.

Because dreaming about something unrealistic and out of reach often means too much uncertainty in the process of pursuing it.

So for a rational realist like me, dreams have no value or meaning.

In contrast, I prefer to call it a goal.

After all, goals can be achieved through means and efforts.

As for my goal, of course, it is to start a contest and debate with the God of the Abyss behind the Hand of God, so that it can understand its own mistakes and flaws. "

Zuo Si concealed nothing and stated his intentions openly.

"No dreams, only goals? It sounds like you're a scarier guy than Griffith!"

Guts's expression instantly became extremely complicated, and he continued to ask: "Then how are you going to give me enough power to fight against the Hand of God?"

"It's very simple, just need to sign a contract."

Zuo Si directly took out a parchment scroll that smelled burnt from his pocket.

You don't need to ask to know that this is a devil's contract from Baator Hell.

Gus obviously also noticed the uniqueness of this parchment scroll, and carefully spread it out to read the strange symbols on it.

Although he didn't recognize every symbol, he could understand their meaning.

Although the clauses and explanations are overwhelming, the actual content is very little. After signing the contract, one needs to pay the price of one's soul to obtain enough power to kill the Hand of God.

If it were in the past, Guts would have regarded the contract as a scare tactic and thrown it away.

But at this moment, after struggling for a long time, he bit his finger and signed his name on it with blood.

Boom! The scroll exploded instantly, producing a blinding flame, and in just a few seconds it was reduced to ashes.

Just as Guts was about to ask when he could gain power, his eyes suddenly began to blur. Then Zuo Si, who originally appeared in human form, suddenly turned into a terrifying devil with a huge body and exuding endless majesty. The next second, he appeared as a giant dragon with multiple heads that could destroy everything.

Before Guts could figure out the situation, a voice echoed in his mind.

"My name is Soth! Lord of the ninth layer of Baator! Prince of the Devil! Lord of the dark dimension! The supreme father of New Phyrexia! From this moment on, you are my chosen one..."

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, a huge force that could not be described in words rushed into Guts' body.

The terrifying impact made him lose consciousness in an instant.

But in his last moments, he vaguely saw that his broken arm had miraculously grown back, and his blind eyes had regained their sight.