Looking at the threatening eyes of Viscount Lister Roald, and then at Lady Narberal, who was lying on the bed and had no will to live anymore and was only seeking death, Zuo Si suddenly laughed with a hint of contempt.

"Hahaha! Interesting! I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time.

If you don't mind, could you tell me what you sacrificed when using Behelet?

Is it his wife and newborn child?

Or was he the brother he once admired and loved? Or were both of them part of the sacrifice?

Did you feel pain when you sacrificed them?

Do you feel regret and guilt when you think of them again now?

Is your twisted and sick feelings towards Lady Narberal also due to this? Do not deny it! Because the fact that only she can give birth to these cursed offspring for you is enough to explain the problem.

After all, the essence of Behelet is the medium that connects with the God of the Abyss in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, and the God of the Abyss will fulfill the wishes of everyone who offers a sacrifice.

This kind of wish is not something that many people talk about all the time, but a real desire hidden deep in the heart that one may not even be aware of. "

"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 throughout the world. So please answer the question I just asked."

Zuo Si began to take control of the initiative with a smile on his face.

Although he seemed so small in front of the huge apostle, the aura he exuded was completely different from before.

As a relatively perceptive person, Viscount Lister Roald quickly noticed this change and subconsciously frowned 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 changed the trajectory of your life forever, and your unique destiny and cause and effect. Once you answer my questions, I will tell you my choice."

"Humph! Silly curiosity!"

Viscount Lister Roald curled his lips in disdain, and then responded patiently: "You guessed right, I sacrificed my brother, wife, and newborn child. Because only in this way 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 at the same time."

"So...your wish is to win the war to ensure the continuation of the family and to allow it to continue to grow and develop?"

Zuo Si was able to see into the other person's heart with just one sentence.

Because whether it is the Hand of God or the apostle, their wishes are often reflected in their image and abilities after transformation.

In addition to representing bravery and fearlessness, the lion also has another little-known symbol, which is family and leadership.

Especially the tentacles on Viscount Lister Roald's lower body, their biggest function should be reproductive activities.

Lion prides are established by breeding offspring from specific mothers who possess some of their own characteristics and abilities.

But the interesting thing is that he seems to be able to only produce offspring with women from his own clan, who grow and age quickly.

Is this some kind of curse or price? Or is it that the God of the Abyss or the Hand of God is deliberately playing tricks on this apostle who has not yet lost all of his humanity and can still continue to be sacrificed?

Of course, these are no longer important.

Because Zuo Si already understood why the God of the Abyss was created by the mortals of this world.

Just like the birth process of the Chaos Evil God in the Warhammer Universe.

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

All these violent waves of negative emotions were constantly stimulated and catalyzed in the environment of long-term war and chaos, and continuously gathered into the deepest part of the sea of ​​​​thoughts.

When the accumulation exceeds a certain critical point, it will be born naturally.

Zuo Si felt that the time when the God of the Abyss developed self-awareness should not be as ancient as people imagined, probably only a few thousand years or so, and most likely less than two thousand years.

The birth of Boyd, the oldest Hand of God today, is a landmark watershed.

It was his sacrifice that ended the empire and order that Overlord Garcelik had worked so hard to build, plunging the continent into endless chaos and war, giving rise to more negative emotions in humanity, and then creating the rest of the Hands of God and apostles one after another.

The god mentioned by the Hall of the King of Dharma is essentially the worship of the God of the Abyss.

Therefore, it can be said that Boyd personally started the entire era of rampage, and continuously strengthened the power of the God of the Abyss so that it can interfere more and more powerfully in the real world.

Of course, the Skeleton Knight Overlord Garcelik is probably not a good guy either. He is definitely the kind of conqueror and tyrant who builds massive infrastructure and does not treat civilians as human beings at all.

This can be seen from the terrifying appearance of God's Hand Boyd, which reflects the torture he suffered during his lifetime.

In addition, any monarch who achieves unification through military conquest is basically unlikely to be kind, and things like massacres and extermination of clans are definitely commonplace.

After all, in order to reintegrate so many long-divided regions, the first thing to do is to carry out a major purge of the original vested interest groups in various forces and suppress by force all those who dare to resist.

Moreover, when unifying thoughts and culture, large-scale arrests, killings, and exiles were also carried out to ensure that anything that might cause division was eradicated.

Therefore, Zuo Si always felt that the feud between the Skeleton Knight and Boyd should be a dog-eat-dog situation, and there was no such thing as a victim.

If we have to give the former a label, it is just a persistent "Avenger".

Looking at the tiny mortal who still maintained his grace, elegance, courtesy and indifference standing in front of his apostle form, Viscount Lister Roald finally spoke slowly after a moment of silence: "When I was very young, my father always taught us that in this dangerous and chaotic world, family is the only trustworthy support for everyone.

We must defend it and protect it at all costs.

Treat it like a tree, water it, fertilize it, and remove insects from it until it grows into a towering tree that can shelter all family members from wind and rain.

For a long time, I scoffed at this argument.

Because I always think that I can create my own legend with my own hands and sword, just like the heroes in the legends.

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

But that war changed me.

Facing the enemies that came like a tide, I found that I was just a mortal. It was extremely difficult to kill a few mercenaries who didn't even have armor. I almost died at their hands.

In the end, it was my brother and his men who rescued me from the brink of death.

At that time, I had lost an arm and my knees were broken by the hammer, so I couldn't stand or walk. I could only lie on the bed like a useless person and watch others fight.

But even so, I still had servants to take care of me attentively, and I didn't have to worry about being left aside to fend for myself like other injured soldiers.

From this moment on, I understood the meaning and importance of family.

My father was right. Family is the only support and a tree that can shelter all members from wind and rain.

If one day it is destroyed, we, the 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, developed a strong desire to save my family.

Because I don’t want to die, and become one of those wounded soldiers who are left to die…”

"Behelet responded to your overwhelming desire, summoning the Hand of God and completing the sacrifice.

As an Apostle, you easily defeated 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.

The only problem is that you lose the ability to produce healthy offspring.

For a family, there is nothing more terrible than the extinction of its own family.

After all, this means the severance of bloodline, which means that no matter how much wealth, land and power one possesses, it will all end up serving 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 over the years.

Once she married into another noble family, it would mean that she might be separated from the Roald family.

So you keep waiting, waiting for someone like me to come along.”

Zuo Si spoke at a leisurely pace, directly revealing all the hidden thoughts and secrets in the other person's heart.

Like all those who become apostles through sacrifice, Viscount Lister Roald's life went through three very distinct stages.

The first stage is full of ambition, dreams and hopes, believing that you can make a name for yourself or even change the world with your abilities and talents.

The second stage was that he suffered a heavy blow in that war, was completely defeated both physically and mentally, and fell into boundless despair. In the end, relying on his strong will to survive and his obsession with someone or something, he finally resonated with Behelet and summoned the Hand of God, and then became an inhuman apostle through sacrifice.

The third stage is the process of losing one’s humanity and gradually adapting to the identity of an apostle.

If you observe and compare carefully, you will find that this is simply a replica of Griffith's life trajectory.

They were all once full of hope, vigor and vitality, and always felt that they could do anything.

But later they both met with misfortunes for various reasons. One became disabled in the war, and the other lost control of his emotions because of Guts's departure. He used the princess as a tool to vent his sexual desires, which led to him being imprisoned and tortured by the Demon Father King. When he was rescued, he couldn't even take care of himself.

Finally, when they fall into despair, regret, and a strong desire for their dreams, ambitions, and desires, Behelet will appear in time to help them realize their wishes in some dark and twisted way.

Perhaps this is how the God of the Abyss controls fate and interferes with cause and effect.

It is weaving a huge web to continuously magnify the dark side within all human hearts.

"I have satisfied your curiosity. Now it is your turn to give me a clear answer."

Viscount Lester Roald's tone revealed naked and undisguised impatience.

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

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

Lady Narberal, who had no strength to speak due to childbirth, struggled to get up from the bed and broke free from the shackles on her legs and feet, standing in front of the apostle's huge body.

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

Viscount Lester Roald stared at the weak woman in front of him and laughed contemptuously.

But before he could reach out and push it away, Zuo Si suddenly stepped forward to stop him and said, "I don't think you should laugh at Madam Narberal.

After all, courage is the greatest hymn of mankind.

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

The selflessness and maternal love that shines with the glory of humanity should be given the minimum respect even if they are enemies."

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

Viscount Lester Roald's tone and eyes suddenly became dangerous.

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

“Get lost!”

The furious Viscount Lister Roald opened his fang-filled mouth and roared, while his tentacles swarmed towards his brother's widow at lightning speed, trying to capture the woman who could give birth to his children.

He obviously couldn't bear to kill this woman, but wanted to squeeze out all the potential of the mother.

But just as the tentacles were about to touch Madam Narberal, Zuo Si suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!

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

Viscount Lister Roald in the apostle form felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram. His feet flew backwards uncontrollably, knocking a big hole in the hard rock wall, and then he fell heavily to the ground in the castle.

The horrifying scene not only stunned the noble guests who came to attend the formal wedding, but also the servants and soldiers who knew the viscount's true identity.

The former were stunned because they had never seen inhuman monsters like apostles, while the latter were stunned because they could not imagine what kind of power could defeat the powerful apostles.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zuo Si slowly walked to the edge of the hole in the room wall and jumped down from a height of more than ten meters. He said half-jokingly, "You know what? Actually, what I am worst at is fighting with bare hands. To be precise, this is my first time hitting 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 a dozen meters did not cause any substantial harm to him. On the contrary, the punch to the stomach caused a large amount of blood to gush out of his mouth and nose, and it was obvious that his internal organs had suffered severe damage.

"No, I'm not stupid enough to sacrifice anything that's important to me. Besides, even if I'm willing to sacrifice, it's unlikely that the God of the Abyss would dare to accept it."

As Zuo Si spoke, he slowly moved forward.

"Will! I need a weapon!"

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

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

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

Buzz! With the sound of the blade cutting through the air, the super-large sword spun and flew towards Zuo Si.

For a normal person, if he cannot dodge in time, he will be cut in half by the sword, even if he is wearing heavy armor.

Because the weight and size of this thing obviously exceed the limit of what the armor can defend, it can even be used as a blunt weapon without a blade.

At the same time, Viscount Lister Roald also realized that this was a great opportunity. He rushed forward with a grim smile and waved his claws, intending to attack from both sides.

"You're free anyway, so 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 past his nose.

The strong airflow even blew up his hair.

Viscount Lister Roald, who happened to rush forward, grabbed the blade and made a powerful sweeping blow with his backhand.

call--

The wind created by this blow directly blew up all the dirt, gravel and weeds on the ground, blocking the view.

"Damn it! Can anyone tell me what happened? What on earth is 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 from the surrounding areas 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 nearby, who was suspected to be a relative, opened his mouth in disbelief.

But soon, his face changed drastically, and he stroked his beard and whispered, "Yes! I remember it!

Do you remember the war a few years ago?

Count Enlil had clearly already captured the castle and was on the verge of victory, but he failed at the last moment.

No one knew what had happened. Even the victorious Viscount Lister Roald remained silent and was unwilling to take the opportunity to publicize his victory.

Do you think there is a possibility?

Was it because of this ability to transform into a monster that he won the battle?"

"We have to get out of here now!"

"Want to leave? It's too late! Look at the position of those two people. They just block the entrance to the gate. If you get close to them at this time, you are simply seeking death."

"So what do you think we should do? Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"

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

"How do you know he will win? What if Viscount Lister Roald wins? Even if it's just to silence us, he will kill us all!"

"Damn it! Stop arguing! At this point, the only way we can be united is to..."

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

But what made them feel fortunate was that Zuo Si, the only one who could face the apostle head-on, did not die or even get injured. Instead, one of his feet stepped on the big knife that had sunk into the ground.

Viscount Lister Roald was trying to pull back, 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's going on?

What happened? Everyone in the castle was confused and puzzled by this scene.

因为光从体型上来看，试图形态的李斯特·罗尔德子爵明显拥有压倒性的力量优势，那狮子一样的体型和毛发下边全都是隆起的夸张肌肉。

与他一比，左思给人的感觉则更像是那种风度翩翩、博学多才的形象，永远都不会让人与之跟战斗、暴力联系到一起。

可诡异的是，现在就是那样一只还没有对方下半身触手粗的脚，在力量上碾压了非人类的使徒。

“啧啧，你还真是弱的可以。

难道作为使徒，你就只有这点可悲的力量吗？ 就没有什么其他的超能力？ 比如说喷火、使用闪电、冰霜之类的元素力量？

又或者可以召唤异次元之门瞬间传送？”

在说这番话的时候，左思的语气中明显透露出不满跟失望。

因为这个世界的使徒本质上还是由人转化而成的，大部分的肉体防御力相当有限，连格斯那种单纯用不附着任何魔法的钢铁大剑和手持加农炮都能重创乃至杀死。

所以对于他来说，不具备超能力的使徒连一丁点研究的价值都没有。

“混蛋！你隐藏的还真是有够深呢。我之前怎么没发现你居然是个如此危险的人物。记住，这可是你逼我的。”

李斯特·罗尔德子爵终于意识到眼前这个黑发黑眸的青年根本不是自己以前对付的那些凡人，仰起头朝着天空发出一阵如同狮子般的吼叫声。

这声音仿佛有某种魔力一样，迅速在整个城堡范围内扩散开。

短短不到三五秒钟的功夫，一个个原本维持着人类外表的半使徒就这样纷纷现出原形，并且体型急速膨胀变得越来越大。

从眼睛竖瞳中透露出来的狂野不难看出，他们此刻已经失去了理智完全变成一种听命于“狮群领袖”的猛兽。

“来吧！我的子嗣！到你们的父亲这里来！我将带领你们完成一次伟大的狩猎！是时候让这个世界听到罗尔德家族发出的声音了！”

李斯特·罗尔德子爵不再掩饰自己的身份，而是向整个城堡内所有的人发出宣告。

没过一会儿，足有上百个半使徒从四面八方将左思团团围住，但却并没有主动发起进攻，似乎在等待命令。

因为狮子这种动物不像老虎、豹子都是独行侠，而是以血缘为纽带群居且拥有很强的社会性。

“不！不！不！这怎么可能！那……那个怪物竟然是我的叔叔？”

贵族少女玛娜整个人瘫坐在地上，浑身上下像筛糠一样不受控制的颤抖，眼睛的瞳孔更是放大到极致。

她根本无法相信，平日里对自己那么温柔体贴的叔叔居然是个非人的怪物。

难怪每当她与叔叔过于亲近的时候，身为母亲的娜贝拉尔都会从中破坏，甚至是警告自己保持距离。

站在身后不远处的帕丽斯则用极低的声音喃喃自语道：“原来这就是李斯特·罗尔德子爵的真面目。主人真实厉害呢，居然从一开始就察觉到了一切。”

“什么？索斯知道叔叔的真面目？”

玛娜猛地转过身注视着这位年轻漂亮的女仆小姐。

帕丽斯微微点了下头：“是的。

主人曾经说过，在第一天晚宴提出联姻的时候，如果他不答应你的叔叔就会立刻痛下杀手。

我想从那个时候开始，主人就知道李斯特·罗尔德子爵的真面目了。

只不过他并没有轻举妄动，而是在等待对方自己主动暴露身份。”

“那我呢？我又算是什么？”

玛娜的精神和情绪明显已经崩溃了，眼泪顺着脸颊不停的滑落。

因为她突然意识到，自己之前感受到的一切爱情、幸福都是假的，是建立在谎言与欺骗之上的泡影。

现在随着这些泡影的碎裂，她看到了这个世界最黑暗、肮脏与丑陋的残酷现实。

“你？”

女仆小姐脸上浮现出一丝嫉妒，径直走到近前捏着对方那张已经哭花的精致脸蛋，用近乎残忍的口吻说道：“你最大的存在意义就是帮助主人完成对这片领地的合法控制。

另外，看在你还算有几分姿色的份上，他或许还会宠爱你一段时间，甚至是让你怀孕剩下几个孩子。

但你永远也别指望能跟我一样了解他、赢得他的信任，并且成为他最得力的帮手。

只有我！ 也唯有我！

可以永远跟随他的脚步完成那张宏伟的蓝图。”

有人曾经说过，女人的嫉妒心是这个世界上最恐怖的东西之一。

因为它会完全扭曲一个女人的思想、意识，严重点的搞不好还会吞噬理智变成一个彻头彻尾不可理喻的疯子。

很显然，此刻的帕丽斯就是这方面的典型。

强烈的嫉妒心让这个曾经天真、善良、乐于助人、洁身自好的年轻姑娘变得十分恶毒，甚至是想要亲手掐死面前的贵族大小姐。

如此一来，她就可以独享主人的宠爱。

可遗憾的是她不能这样做，也无法承担破坏主人计划所带来的严重后果，更恐惧因此而遭到抛弃。

在精通心理学和人性的左思调教下，帕丽斯已然彻底沦陷，完全就是一只听话的宠物和精神上的奴隶，活着的意义就是追随主人、为主人提供力所能及的服务。

所以她强烈的嫉妒心只能通过这些恶毒的语言来进行发泄。

要知道由于深渊之神的影响，这个世界的凡人压根就没有几个心理正常的，或多或少都会有点问题。

而且负面情绪经常会被莫名其妙的放大。

“不！

你在撒谎！

索斯爱的是我！

只有我才能成为他的妻子！ 因为像你这样的贱民根本没有高贵的血统，所以注定只能当个可悲的女仆！”

贵族大小姐玛娜也不知道是因为受了刺激，还是同样受到深渊之神的影响，猛地起身一把推开帕丽斯，尖叫着反驳道。

“你说什么？！”

女仆小姐显然被“贱民”这个词深深地刺痛了。

以前在酒吧当女招待的时候，她对于阶级的感受还不是那么明显。

毕竟酒馆里的客人基本不是城镇上的平民，就是南来北往的佣兵、商人，大家都处在同一水平线上，所以也谈不上谁瞧不起谁。

可在成为贴身女仆进入这座城堡后，那种森严的阶级壁垒，以及贵族对于血统的看重，让女孩第一次清晰感受到了那道看不见但却无法逾越的巨大鸿沟。

帕丽斯第一次如此希望自己能出生在一个贵族家庭，这样自己与左思的距离就不会如此遥远，更不用眼睁睁看着自己的挚爱去跟另外一个女人结婚，仅仅因为对方的身份是贵族。

玛娜无疑捕捉到了女仆的反应，立刻擦干眼泪冷笑着嘲讽道：“就算你了解他、得到了他的信任、甚至是爬上他的床又能怎么样？ 你注定只能躲在阴影中而无法光明正大的站在阳光下。

就连你的孩子也只会是没有继承权的私生子，只能给我的孩子当奴仆。

而且你觉得如果索斯得知你现在这幅丑陋的样子，他还会喜欢你吗？”

瞬间！

帕丽斯整个人僵在原地，眼神中透露出无法掩饰的震惊。

她完全不敢相信，刚才还六神无主精神崩溃的贵族大小姐，居然可以如此快的恢复过来并对自己发起反击。

但好在她很快就醒悟过来，同样好不如示弱的冷笑道：“那你呢？

索斯如果知道你现在这幅尖酸刻薄的样子，他还会喜欢你吗？

如果我没记错的话，你之所以会得到他的宠爱，就是因为原本那副天真烂漫的性格。

所以少来威胁我，我才不吃你那一套。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，两个女人同时陷入了沉默。

她们就这样注视着彼此的眼睛，最后不约而同的噗嗤一声笑了出来。

女仆小姐最先伸处自己的右手说道：“握手言和吧。这样两败俱伤对我们都没好处，反而有可能会便宜了别的女人。”

“我同意。至少在索斯面前，我们必须维持表面上的友爱。”

玛娜也跟着伸出右手与对方握在一起。

不过只要仔细观察就会发现，当两只手握在一起后她们都在暗自较劲，甚至指关节因为用力过度都开始发白、疼痛难忍才依依不舍的松开。

但好在不管是帕丽斯还是玛娜都因为没有接受过相应的训练，所以最终结果是前者小胜一筹。

毕竟女仆小姐以前是在酒馆里干端盘子、端酒杯的活，手指和手掌都要更加有力一点。

从未进行过任何体力劳动的玛娜手上则被握出了五条鲜红的手印。

The only thing to be thankful for was that she was trying on a wedding dress today so she was wearing a pair of white lace gloves on her hands, so it was not very clear from the outside.

Just as the two ladies upstairs were fighting each other, the apostle-like Viscount Lister Roald finally launched a siege with his monster offspring.

While Zuo Si was dodging, he successfully pulled out the big knife that was stepped on the ground and swung it wildly, as if he wanted to chop him into meat paste alive.

"Interesting! You can share vision and hearing with these offspring of yours? You can even control their movements to some extent?"

After just a few rounds, Zuo Si keenly perceived the secret of the "lion group's" close cooperation.

"Humph! So what if we find out? You're dead today anyway! My descendants and I will tear you apart and devour your flesh and blood."

Viscount Lester Roald slashed hard at Zuo Si's right leg.

He was obviously very annoyed by the other party's agile movements and incredible reflexes.

You have to know that under the siege of the "lion pack", Zuo Si had very limited space to move and dodge, and every time he did it was almost a thrilling and extreme operation.

But this seemingly risky action, which should almost be classified as lucky, can actually succeed again and again.

So Viscount Lister Roald changed his strategy and wanted to inflict some injury on one of the 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 help laughing.

If it wasn't for the purpose of integrating into the cause and effect and making himself look like a normal human being, he would have stood here and allowed the "lion pack" to tear him apart without breaking any defense.

Not to mention breaking the defense, the defensive force field surrounding them alone is enough to break the fangs of these half-apostles.

Because except for true divine weapons, even magic weapons with a high level of enchantment cannot pose the slightest threat to it.

"Shut up! You're annoying me like a nasty fly right now!"

While scolding, Viscount Lister Roald began to encourage the "lion group" through some kind of ability of his apostles.

In the blink of an eye, the speed and strength of his offspring tripled, and the overwhelming momentum seemed to be able to swallow Zuo Si at any time.

"Next! Your Excellency, please use my sword!"

Seeing the "critical" situation, a noble standing on a high place finally could not sit still anymore. He quickly took off the sword passed down from generation to generation at his waist and threw it down without hesitation.

He was obviously very clear 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 gets to the king or the French throne, it won't be long before an endless stream of people come to this land to fight monsters for fame, honor, money, or other reasons.

"Thank you!"

Zuo Si leaped high up by stepping on the head of a little lion, and caught the sword thrown by the noble with a movement that was agile, elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Especially the action of pulling the sword out of the sheath, which is like a beautiful dance.

After feeling the quality of the sword in his hand for a while, he couldn't help but sigh and complained in a voice that only he could hear: "Is it just an ordinary steel sword made by the clamping steel method?

Well, I shouldn't have expected too much from the weapons in this world.

After all, before the two worlds were completely connected, this place should strictly be considered a low-magic world.

In addition, due to the long years of war, there was no way to calm down and develop technology and improve craftsmanship.

Even if a craftsman occasionally invented something, it was very likely to be strangled in the cradle before it could spread due to a war.

But having weapons is better than having no weapons at all, so just make do with it.

Otherwise, it would be too shocking if we used fists or magic."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's body had already landed steadily on the ground under the influence of gravity, and then he raised a finger: "One minute!"

"What's the meaning?"

Viscount Lester Roald blinked in confusion.

“I mean it only takes a minute to kill you and your pride.

Watch carefully with your eyes wide open, and don't blink.

Because this will be the last scenery you have ever seen in your life, and also the most gorgeous sword dance.

Thank you for helping me gain the right to rule this land..."

When the last word came out of his mouth, 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 little lions that pounced on them were separated.

Before the head could roll off and blood could gush 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 piercing his eyes during the backflip.

The moment he landed, he used a sweeping move to cut off the tendons on the legs of several little lions.

When the blood gushed out from 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 dance-like movements formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying lethality.

The nobles who claimed to be well-informed simply couldn't believe that there were people in this world who could turn such a dirty business as killing into something artistic and entertaining...