Lord Nasir broke the slightly weird atmosphere with his concise opening remarks.
Perhaps he didn't quite understand what was going on, but he could feel Eribes's boiling anger and his terrifying hatred for Vanswick.
In addition, Dumbledore's ambiguous attitude is obviously problematic.
In short, it's just one word - chaos.
But at the moment, the supreme ruler of Neverwinter was obviously in no mood to care about these messy emotional issues, and instead focused all his attention on Deszel and his subordinates, the Church of Heim.
Although these guys were still wearing the holy emblem of the Guardian God, he could see the black and red aura of the evil camp on their bodies through the magic equipment he was wearing.
You should know that as a lawful neutral deity, although Helm can accept believers from the three camps of lawful evil, lawful neutral, and lawful good at the same time, the church members of Neverwinter have always only accepted the latter two.
Especially Deszel, who gives people the feeling of rigor, discipline, coldness and ruthlessness advocated by the God of Guardian, and is absolutely loyal and obedient to the monarch he serves.
This is why the power of the Northheim Church is so huge.
On the one hand, they are guards loyal to their duties and will never abandon the towns and villages they are protecting just because the enemy is too powerful; on the other hand, they are loyal subordinates and the most perfect executors and will never question the orders of their superiors, even if they are asked to suppress popular uprisings and riots.
But now, the terrifying red light on Deszel's body was obviously not obtained by executing one or two evil orders.
This degree could only be achieved in a short time through massacre and destruction.
Right now, the only thing that could be considered massacre and destruction in the area surrounding Neverwinter was the raging magical plague.
So from the moment he saw each other, Lord Nasir believed Eribes' accusation and thought that Deszel was the mastermind behind all this, or at least one of them.
"Clues? What kind of clues?"
Deszel hadn't realized that he had been exposed yet, and immediately put on an expression of great concern and tried to test it.
Because one of his most important roles is to keep abreast of the decisions made by the top leaders, and then arrange for the cultists lurking in the city to avoid all searches, ensuring that the plague can continue to spread among the people no matter how isolated it is.
If it weren't for this traitor's cover in secret, with Neverwinter's strict lockdown policy, the plague should have ended long ago with the death of the first batch of infected people.
"Erebeth, you can start revealing the truth."
Lord Nasir turned his gaze directly to his deputy.
After all, Neverwinter is a city-state dominated by the god of justice, Tyr, so both trial and conviction require evidence.
Even though he had already confirmed that Deszel was the murderer who killed hundreds of civilians.
Eribes took a step forward without hesitation and said bluntly, "Stop pretending.
Magrim is now a prisoner of His Majesty Soth, Emperor of the West Coast Empire.
Everything including the plague and the awakening of the creator race is no longer a secret.
It was you who had been secretly shielding those evil cult members, allowing them to evade raids again and again and spread the plague in Neverwinter.
And I also know that your lair is in the cursed maze deep in the necropolis."
"What? Magrim was captured? This is impossible!"
Deszel's face changed drastically.
Because the name itself means a lot of things, and it is definitely not something that can be guessed blindly.
Moreover, in the entire cult organization, only Magrem has seen the queen of the creator race, Mosala, with his own eyes and knows the entire plan.
Once he was caught it meant no one knew what to do next.
"snort!
idiot!
Do you think no one knows you are hiding in the dark?
Don't be naive!
Both you and Magrem have already been discovered by the Empire's spies everywhere.
It's just that they didn't take action immediately, but wanted to see what other forces were involved behind you.
If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Dumbledore. He already knew your identity, but he has remained silent for the time being because he has no evidence."
After saying that, a mocking expression appeared on Eribes' face. He drew his sword and moved two steps to the side, completely blocking the only entrance and exit behind him.
She was obviously enjoying the feeling of being in control of everything. She was not in a hurry to make the other party pay the price, but instead wanted to make the final use of the waste.
After the move was completed, there was only one Vanswick and a guard between Deszel and Lord Nasir.
If the former suddenly attacks, there is a very high probability that the latter can be held hostage or even killed.
"You knew my identity from the beginning?!"
Deszel turned his head and stared at Dumbledore who was standing not far away, trying to confirm whether Erebus was threatening him.
Dumbledore nodded decisively. "Yes, I knew from the beginning that you were the mastermind behind the spread of the plague, which is why I was able to successfully capture the cultists you met time and time again. In fact, Soth knew all about your plan a long time ago."
"If that's the case, then why didn't you stop it from the beginning?" Deszel asked with a ferocious expression.
Now he had completely lost all hope, and he also knew that the best outcome for him would be to be caught and hanged. In his heart, he was already prepared to fight to the death.
“It’s very simple.
Soth felt that it was always a hidden danger to let the creator race, which had already withdrawn from the stage of history tens of thousands of years ago, hide in the dark.
He hoped to take this opportunity to root out these guys completely.
Moreover, many members of the Arcane Mystic Society are also very interested in the legendary creator race and plan to capture them all and bring them back for further study.
So whether it is you or the creator race you worship, in the eyes of those who truly hold power, you are just insignificant little troubles and are not worth wasting too much time and energy on.
Especially Queen Mosala, she is just a little white mouse that will be put on the dissection table. "
As he said this, the expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became so strange and cold that it was frightening.
After all, in the process of learning magic, especially necromancy, he had witnessed countless cruel and evil experiments that were far beyond the reach of black magic.
He has also personally dissected living goblins, orcs, ogres, trolls, kobolds, gnolls and other creatures, and transformed them into skeletons, zombies, ghouls and other undead forms through negative energy.
Both thoughts and cognition have undergone tremendous changes.
This is also why there are basically no good-aligned necromancers.
It is quite rare to be able to maintain neutrality after studying necromancy magic for a long time, as the vast majority are in the evil camp.
Because the process of learning necromancy magic is extremely anti-human and anti-life, once you step into it, there is no turning back.
Although at the beginning, Dumbledore was instinctively wary and disgusted with this faction.
But when he realized that the essence of necromancy was to explore the mysteries between life and death, he decisively threw away his previous kindness and moral sense and devoted himself to it.
After all, this is a forbidden area that wizards on Earth have never touched upon.
"So in your eyes, I'm just a clown trying his best to be funny?"
Deszel's eyes were quickly filled with scary bloodshot, and his ferocious expression looked extremely angry.
Dumbledore smiled and asked, "What else?"
To be honest, I really can't understand why you, as a human being, would worship a race of creators who lived tens of thousands of years ago.
Don't you know that when they were building civilization and launching external expansion, all other intelligent races were enslaved?
If these guys succeed in restoring and ruling the North, you will at best be nothing more than higher-level slaves.
It is really funny that a person with dignity would choose to be a slave instead of a good one. "
It must be said that this sentence instantly caused tons of critical hits to Deszel, and he retorted angrily: "What do you know! When the great creator race ruled the world, there was no god who could interfere in the world unscrupulously. The will of mortals determined everything.
They can change the climate, environment and terrain without restraint, without worrying about interference or obstruction from the gods.
But what about now?
All gods desire to influence the world according to their own will and reshape the consciousness, thinking and values of mortals.
These damned bastards treat the world like their playground and the mortals like pawns and chips in their game.
All we do is hope to defeat or even destroy the gods with the power of the creator race, and restore the world to its original state."
"Hahahaha! Use the power of the Creator to destroy the gods?
I am truly shocked by your stupidity and ignorance.
Or do you understand how powerful God is?"
Eribes was completely amused by the man's remarks.
Because she had learned about the history of the Creator race through Zuo Si, she knew very well that when these guys established civilization, the gods of Toril were not very active and their numbers were relatively small.
That's why there was a brief window of time during which the Creator race dominated the earth.
But later, as the number of gods increased and the power of faith provided by other intelligent creatures became stronger and stronger, the era of gods dominating the world arrived.
Perhaps the creator race still has some cards that can pose a threat to God, but wanting to overthrow the rule of God is simply a daydream.
Just like the goddess of night, Shar, who wants to restore the entire crystal wall to the darkness at the beginning of creation, it is a typical wishful thinking.
"What about you? Erebeth de Timaland, a holy warrior under the command of the god of justice Tyr! What's the matter with that evil and corrupt aura coming from you?" Deszel asked with a vicious look on his face.
"I am no longer a holy warrior, but a dark guard serving His Majesty Soth. This attack made me see many things clearly, and I also realized that pale justice and kindness cannot save anyone. They are only bound by laws and morals and cannot let go."
After saying this, the sword in Erebus's hand suddenly released the foul flames from the hell of Baator, enveloping the entire person.
The terrifying high temperature immediately made everyone around step back subconsciously.
Especially those guards who originally respected, admired and loved her, all showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
“How…how could this happen…how could this happen?!”
Van Swick stared with wide eyes at the big devil mark on the armor that was shining with red flames, completely unable to believe what he saw.
Aribeth noticed her fiancé's reaction and asked with a slight smile, "My dear, I think it must be hard for you to accept why I have become like this, right? In fact, this has something to do with you."
"Because of me?"
Van Swick subconsciously pointed at his nose, his handsome face full of confusion and puzzlement.
“Yes, it’s you.
Do you know how many Neverwinter civilians you helped Deszel kill during the Neverwinter Plague because of your stupidity and incompetence? Or do you think I don't know that you secretly went to the inn to meet with Mr. Dumbledore next door, often staying in the room for more than half an hour? The most important thing is that as a priest of Tyr, the god of justice, you actually tried to cover it all with lies and deception! What do you think of our vows and engagements?"
Eribes' tone revealed naked and undisguised anger and hatred.
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Van Swick felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water in winter. His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the skin above his neck and even his lips quickly turned extremely pale.
Because for anyone to be exposed in public for such a scandal would mean complete social death, not to mention that he was one of the leaders of the Tyr Church.
Not to mention the person involved, even Lord Nasir was almost stunned by this bombshell news, and his eyes kept wandering back and forth between Van Swick and Dumbledore.
You know, although he was a very enlightened ruler, he still couldn't understand why a man who had a beautiful and charming fiancée would cheat on his wife with an old man.
Just as Lord Nasir was about to ask for some specific details, Deszel suddenly took advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, rushed forward in one step, and swung the mace in his hand at the throne.
"Protect the emperor!!!"
The guard standing nearby was the first to react. He immediately rushed forward with a sword and shield in hand to try to stop the other party.
It's a pity that his warrior level is too low and he can't withstand the sudden attack of a fallen high-level priest.
Deszel used his superb fighting skills to block the long sword with the handle of his hammer, then avoided the shield in front of him and struck the helmet near the temple from the right side.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, a big hole appeared on the spot where it was hit, and dark red blood slowly flowed out through the gap.
The guard fell to the ground as well, and it seemed that he was beyond saving.
However, he bought Lord Nasir precious reaction time.
The old warrior quickly drew his sword and prepared to meet the enemy.
As one of the most famous adventurers in the North, he has experienced countless fierce battles and dangerous situations, so he is not the kind of ruler who is powerless.
But the next second Lord Nasir found out that he was wrong, and very wrong.
Deszel's goal was not to kill himself or take hostages, but to directly activate a magic ring on his finger.
There was a flash of green light in the air, and then he lost consciousness and disappeared into thin air.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a fortress that looked like it was built by the Church of Heim.
But the majestic aura of the Guardian God has disappeared, replaced by filth and evil everywhere.
Many cultists stood on a magic circle drawn with blood, chanting spells continuously, and then summoned demons from the abyss one after another.
Among them was a huge figure bound in front of the temple and burning with flames. It was actually a powerful Balrog.
"Ah, you finally woke up. How about that? I didn't expect it, did I? I actually made some arrangements for Neverwinter Castle with the help of Vanswick. Now you are my prisoner."
Deszel suddenly appeared in front of Lord Nasir with a smug smile on his face.
"Give up! Stop struggling. Your conspiracy has been completely exposed. The Empire has probably already started dispatching troops to Neverwinter. No matter what cards the creator races have, the only way waiting for them is destruction."
Lord Nasir raised his head and tried to persuade the other party to surrender.
But Deszel sneered and mocked: "Sorry, I am not going to go back to accept that ridiculous trial and then be sent to the gallows to be hanged or burned at the stake. And how do you know that I don't have other trump cards to turn the defeat into victory? Just watch carefully, I have not lost this contest yet."
Just when Lord Nasir wanted to say something, he suddenly saw a group of dark-skinned, short-statured drow elves discussing something with several tall orcs in the underground common language in a corner in the distance.
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He suddenly realized that this conspiracy might not be as simple as he thought, and Deszel probably had many evil allies.
On the other hand, with the kidnapping of the nominally legitimate lord of Neverwinter, Erebus had obtained the power he wished for and became the temporary lord. He directly asked the empire for help and got a large group of spellcasters and bureaucrats. Under the slogan of eliminating the plague and killing all the evil cultists, he began to take over government agencies including the military, administration and judiciary.
Her purpose was very simple, which was to take advantage of this opportunity to completely become the master of Neverwinter, and then use it as a base to prepare for war.
If it had happened in the past, such an action would have certainly attracted huge opposition.
But now that the plague has been raging for so long, the people have already become very panicked and angry. When they learned that all this was actually related to the high-level officials of the Church of Heim, the God of Guardian, and Tyr, the God of Justice, they immediately found an outlet for their emotions.
In addition, after the news of Van Swick's affair with an old man was exposed, Neverwinter was in an uproar from top to bottom.
The reputation of the Church of Tyr, the god of justice, also plummeted.
The most important thing was that Lord Nasir was kidnapped, and no other senior officials stood up to oppose Aribeth's series of actions. In the end, the city fell completely into the control of the empire in just a few hours.
Looking at the army marching into the city from the portal, as well as the dragoons and giant gunboats hovering overhead, Van Swick finally couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "Did you arrange all this in advance? Did you deliberately let Deszel capture Lord Nasir?"
"No, this has nothing to do with me. Don't forget, you helped Deszel set up the portal and the triggering array in the castle hall. So you are the culprit who caused Lord Nasir to be kidnapped."
Eribes pursed his lips and revealed a meaningful smile.
"Are you taking revenge on me?"
Eribes took a step forward calmly and whispered into his fiancé's ear, "Yes, this is my revenge on you.
And I can also tell you.
After learning about your affair, I found a man and became pregnant with his child.
After all, that's only fair, isn't it?
More importantly, I have no intention of breaking off our engagement.
A few months later, I will hold a wedding with a big belly and become your legal wife, and then continue to have a relationship with another man, getting pregnant and giving birth to more children.
Then the whole Neverwinter city will know what an incompetent piece of shit you are."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Van Swick felt as if his brain exploded, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
After several minutes, he covered his mouth and sobbed, "Why do you treat me like this? I'm just a victim! You should know that those actions were not from my heart, but were influenced by some magic potion."
"Innocent? Stop kidding! You have no right to say you are innocent! Your stupidity, credulity, weakness and incompetence are one of the main reasons why things have developed to this point.
You are played around by Deszel like an idiot and become a puppet controlled by him.
Now get out of my sight! Go and cry to the old man you love so much and ask for comfort.
There was naked and undisguised contempt and disgust in Aribes' eyes.
At this moment, she completely didn't understand how she could have fallen for such an indecisive loser and even wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him.
In comparison, the strong, evil, deep, calm and rational Zuo Si is the true love that is worth giving everything for.
…
Just as the situation in Neverwinter was changing, in the Mage Tower far away in Askatra, Xiorin had already brought six superhuman sons who had been transformed by the oil to Zuo Si.
The black judge first performed an elegant and almost exaggerated court etiquette, and then greeted with a smile: "Supreme and Great Father of New Phyrexia, your most loyal servant salutes you here."
"Are these the guards selected by Jinjitaxia?"
Zuo Si glanced with interest at the perfect son of Superman standing in front of him.
Unlike ordinary transformation that would make the whole person half mechanical and half flesh and blood, these guys did not show too much metallization due to their amazing cell strength. They only formed a large number of nanoparticles that were invisible to the naked eye between the bones, blood and muscle fibers.
These particles will quickly form nano-armor wrapped around the body like a black tights, a lens structure for enhanced thermal vision, and a variety of melee and long-range weapons as needed. When necessary, they can also put the body into an overload state and release excess stored stellar energy in one go.
You have to know that the sparkling oil used by the son of Perfect Superman contains divine blood and divine power, so they have been greatly enhanced in all aspects.
Especially the Warp Oil, which makes up for the Kryptonians' weakness of being easily affected by mind and control magic.
In addition, these people not only possess superhuman abilities, but the other half of their bloodline also gives them certain magical talents and spell-like abilities. They are truly all-round warriors and the elite among the elite.
"Yes, Master. There are three men and three women in total. One of them has dragon bloodline, two have primarch genes, one has devil bloodline, one has elf bloodline, and one has nature god bloodline."
Xiole hurriedly dumped out all the information about these guard members.
Zuo Si nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. I can feel their strength, thinking, consciousness, and absolute obedience. Tell me, what is it that brought you all the way here?"
"I...I heard you were planning to start a war?"
Théored raised her head and carefully observed the subtle changes in the expression on the face of the Father of New Phyrexia.
"So? You want to be a part of this?"
Zuo Si stared at the beautiful and charming face of the Black Demon Judge and asked back.
The latter quickly replied: "Yes, I am eager to charge into battle for you again and win a glorious victory.
Our armies have been idle for a long time, ever since the war with the Burning Legion was suspended.
Rather than letting them stay where they are and rot and rust, it is better to throw them into a new war.
After all, only war can help us find the meaning of our existence."
"Haha, I am really pleased with your positivity.
Unfortunately, I don't plan to activate the legion in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located in this war.
For the war with the Burning Legion is not over.
I also need you to stay where you are and keep an eye on them, and be ready to launch a full-scale war to conquer the entire universe.
If you really have nothing to do, try to find a way to enter the Shadow Realm and the Shadow Void.
Don't worry, I admire your command and tactical skills, and I have no intention of replacing you."
After saying that, Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked the smooth skin on Xiore's face and slender neck.
This intimate gesture undoubtedly made the latter feel flattered. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to be submissive. After about two or three minutes, he turned around and left with satisfaction.
But what she didn't know was that just as she left, an Elenon with a blood-red body wrapped in white porcelain came out from the dark corner and said with a smile: "See what I said before? The ambitious Xiorui will never miss any opportunity. She has already regarded me as her biggest competitor, so she will do everything she can to suppress me."
"That's because your previous Mechanicus disgusted too many Magisters. After all, the greatest feature of New Phyrexia is the advancement and rapid iteration of technology, which is completely opposite to the ideas conveyed by religion."
Zuo Si expressed his opinion without even turning his head.
Although he did not like Ailenon, a complete charlatan, emotionally, he also looked down on the other party's so-called "all worlds become one" concept.
But it is undeniable that this guy is indeed good at political intrigue and can help him balance the various factions within New Phyrexia.
“I made a fatal mistake before, but I have corrected it now.
Compared to Karn, you are the most suitable and perfect father of New Phyrexia.
Even Yawgmoth, who created the first generation of Shining Oil, cannot be compared with you.
Especially the kind of warp oil, which can even directly transform a person's mind and soul without affecting the body."
When saying this, Ailenon's tone revealed infinite admiration and fanaticism.
Unlike other Phyrexian judges, she always has an inexplicable sense of religious ritual and likes to engage in some grand formalism to increase cohesion.
"You haven't given up the ideals of the Mechanic Orthodoxy yet?"
Zuo Si asked uncertainly.
Elenon smiled and responded, "Of course I won't give up. Because that is my ideal, and I can also help you complete that great plan. After all, to create a soul of all machines that is comparable to a god, you need an enormous power of faith. And the only one who can do this is the White Faction that I lead."
"Okay, then you just work hard. I have already let the completed planeswalkers connect the Mirrodin time and space to the Warhammer universe. As for whether you can create the Soul of All Machines, it depends on your performance."
Zuo Si ended the conversation with an indifferent look on his face.
Ever since he witnessed the magic of the "Machine Soul" in the Warhammer universe, he has always wanted to get one to play with.
But the problem is that we don’t have any professionals in this area.
As Elenon completed her work, she could finally give it a try.
After all, when it comes to religious ceremonies, she is more rigorous than many bishops of the Church of God.
After sending away the White Demon Judge, Zuo Si immediately brought the six sons of supermen back to the palace in Port Calin.
As a result, as soon as I was teleported here, I saw little Annie feeding the cats and dogs around her with the raw meat in her hand.
But the cats and dogs all showed very human expressions of embarrassment, and no one was willing to eat the bloody and smelly raw meat, and then they were caught and forced to eat it.
"Annie! What are you doing?" Zuo Si asked with a frown.
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The little guy was so scared that he jumped up from the ground, looking like he had done something bad and was caught, and he stammered to explain: "Nothing...Nothing, I was playing with these little animals. They are all hungry and need to eat."
"Animals? I don't remember any cats or dogs being kept in the palace gardens."
Zuo Si was obviously not so easily fooled.
Although his magical vision could not tell whether there were any traces of transformation magic on these cats and dogs, he could confirm from the latter's reactions that it was definitely his beloved daughter who turned people into animals.
"My mother got it especially for me."
Little Annie hasn't realized her lie has been exposed yet and is still trying to get away with it.
But how could her cleverness fool her battle-hardened father?
Although the mixture of power from the dark void would make magic difficult to identify, Zuo Si obviously did not need to identify it and directly threw a Modernken Great Disintegration towards the position between the cat and the dog.
In the blink of an eye, the transformation magic on a dozen maids was dispelled, and they crawled up from the ground with lingering fear.
It is not difficult to tell from the fear revealed in their eyes how badly they have been tortured by the empire's eldest princess in the past few days.
There was one guy in particular who seemed to have eaten raw meat. He leaned against the wall and began to retch uncontrollably, with a mixture of snot and tears flowing all over the floor.
Seeing this, Zuo Si immediately frowned and stared straight into his daughter's eyes: "Do you have anything else to quibble about?"
“…”
Little Annie fell silent for a moment, lowered her head and her eyes rolled around, obviously trying to find a way to escape punishment.
At this moment, Aisha obviously heard the sound, so she ran over from the pavilion in the distance and asked nervously, "What's going on? What happened?"
"Well, see for yourself. Don't tell me that you've been letting her do whatever she wants without any restraint these days."
Zuo Si pointed at the maids who had just regained their human form and the large amount of vomit on the ground, with a hint of dissatisfaction clearly in his attitude.
"This is just a game between Annie and them. It won't really cause any harm. When Annie gets tired of playing, she will naturally restore them to their original state." Aisha hurriedly defended her daughter.
However, it is not difficult to tell from her flickering eyes that she is actually quite guilty.
Zuo Si rolled his eyes at his nominally legal wife.
"It seems like it was a mistake to leave Annie to you.
You're pampering her too much, and that's not good for her growth.
Especially to establish a correct outlook on life and values.
Look what she did? She randomly turned a bunch of people into animals and then forced them to eat raw meat.
If this continues, Anne will lose the most basic respect for others and life."
"So you're going to take her away from me?"
A strong look of reluctance emerged on Aisha's face.
"Yes, I plan to teach her myself for a while. But don't worry, I will bring her back to visit you once a month at most."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and activated the spherical magic barrier surrounding his daughter.
In an instant, little Annie felt that her magical power was suppressed.
Obviously, this is the punishment she will face next.
Zuo Si has always believed that teaching children is not much different from taming pets.
It's nothing more than making rewards and punishments as fair as possible.
Especially before the three views are established, if you want to restrain them, you first need to establish awe and let the children understand that they will be punished if they do something they shouldn't do.
Only in this way can they stop doing wrong things when they are driven and tempted by their instincts.
As for what makes sense...
Come on, how many kids would listen seriously to such empty and boring words?
Not to mention children, even adults will find it annoying.
However, the problem Zuo Si is facing now is that it is not easy to build up awe of himself in his daughter's heart.
Because little Annie had quasi-divine powers, the beatings that seemed like the end of the world to ordinary children obviously had no effect on her at all.
Unless you use an artifact of +5 or above, any weapon with a slightly lower enchantment level will not leave any mark.
"Oh - all right. Everything is up to you."
Aisha sighed helplessly and did not continue to make trouble.
Because she knew that this was what her daughter needed most.
"No! I don't want to go! I don't want to leave my mother!"
As a quasi-divine being, little Annie's powerful perception undoubtedly detected something, and she immediately wanted to rush to her mother to avoid her father.
Unfortunately, her short legs hadn't taken her two steps before Zuo Si grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.
Still want to run? No way!
"From now on, I'm going to set rules for you.
Doing the right thing will be rewarded, and doing the wrong thing will be punished.
Don't try to escape, because I can find you immediately no matter where you run.
And don't try to hide it by lying and cheating, because that means double punishment.
Do you understand? "
Zuo Si said in what he thought was a fairly kind tone.
"Humph! Bad dad! I hate you!"
Little Annie pouted indignantly.
"You may hate me, but you must obey the rules I set. Also, don't think your mother can protect you, because even she has to obey me."
Zuo Si did not delve into his daughter's childish behavior, but simply continued to release his strong sense of oppression.
After a while, little Annie clearly sensed this force that was much stronger than her own. She no longer dared to keep a stern face. She hung her head and said in a weak voice, "Okay, I know I was wrong. I will behave myself in the future."
"Great! This is my good daughter. As long as you behave yourself, I promise you will get whatever you want."
Having achieved his goal, Zuo Si immediately smiled kindly and kissed his daughter on the forehead. Then he turned around and let her face the six sons of supermen.
"See? From today on, they are your guards and will obey any orders you give them 100%."
"Guards?"
Little Annie blinked in confusion.
Because since she gained independent consciousness, she has never seen anything that could threaten her except her father, not even her mother's ancestor, Shane VII.
So she didn't think she needed any guards at all.
"That's right. They live for you and will die for you. They will be the closest people to you besides your parents and siblings. Now, go say hello to them."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si threw his daughter directly to the female Superman's son standing on the far right.
The latter immediately released his biological force field and steadily caught his little master, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness.
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