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 patiently responded: "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 exceeds 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.
Because judging from the body shape alone, Viscount Lister Roald, who was trying to transform, clearly possessed an overwhelming strength advantage, with exaggerated bulging muscles underneath his lion-like body and hair.
Compared with him, Zuo Si gives people the impression of being a gentleman, knowledgeable and talented person, and people will never associate him with fighting and violence.
But the strange thing is that now, it is just that one foot, which is not even as thick as the opponent's lower body tentacles, that crushes the non-human apostle in terms of strength.
"Tsk tsk, you are really weak.
As an apostle, is this the only pathetic power you have? Don't you have any other superpowers? For example, breathing fire, using lightning, frost, and other elemental powers?
Or maybe you can summon a dimensional door to teleport instantly?"
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone clearly revealed dissatisfaction and disappointment.
Because the apostles in this world are essentially transformed from humans, most of them have very limited physical defense. Even Guts's simple steel sword and hand-held cannon without any magic can seriously injure or even kill them.
Therefore, for him, apostles without super powers are not worth studying at all.
"Asshole! You hid your secret really well. How come I didn't realize you were such a dangerous person before? Remember, you forced me to do this."
Viscount Lister Roald finally realized that the young man with black hair and black eyes in front of him was not the mortals he had dealt with before. He raised his head and let out a lion-like roar towards the sky.
The sound seemed to have some kind of magical power and quickly spread throughout the castle.
In less than three to five seconds, the half-apostles who had originally maintained their human appearance revealed their true forms one after another, and their bodies rapidly expanded and became larger and larger.
It is not difficult to tell from the wildness revealed in the vertical pupils of their eyes that they have now lost their minds and completely turned into beasts that obey the orders of the "lion leader".
"Come! My descendants! Come to your father! I will lead you to complete a great hunt! It is time for the world to hear the voice of the Roald family!"
Viscount Lester Roald no longer concealed his identity, but announced it to everyone in the castle.
After a while, more than a hundred and a half apostles surrounded Zuo Si from all directions, but did not take the initiative to attack, as if they were waiting for orders.
Because lions are not loners like tigers and leopards, but live in groups based on blood ties and have strong sociality.
"No! No! No! How is this possible! That...that monster is actually my uncle?"
The noble girl Mana collapsed on the ground, her whole body shaking uncontrollably like a sieve, and her pupils were dilated to the extreme.
She simply couldn't believe that her uncle, who was so gentle and considerate to her on a daily basis, was actually an inhuman monster.
No wonder whenever she got too close to her uncle, Narberal, as her mother, would try to sabotage them, or even warn her to keep her distance.
Paris, who was standing not far behind him, murmured in a very low voice, "So this is the true face of Viscount Lister Roald. The master is really amazing. He actually noticed everything from the beginning."
"What? Soth knows the true identity of his uncle?"
Mana turned around suddenly and looked at the beautiful young maid.
Paris nodded slightly: "Yes.
The host once said that if he did not agree to the marriage proposal at the first dinner, your uncle would kill you immediately.
I think from that time on, the master knew the true face of Viscount Lister Roald.
However, he did not act rashly, but waited for the other party to reveal his identity on his own initiative."
"What about me? What am I?"
Mana's spirit and emotions were obviously broken, and tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Because she suddenly realized that all the love and happiness she had felt before were fake, a bubble built on lies and deception.
Now, as these bubbles shattered, she saw the cruel reality of the world's darkest, dirtiest and ugliest sides.
"you?"
A trace of jealousy appeared on the maid's face. She walked up to her and pinched her tear-stained face, saying in an almost cruel tone, "The greatest meaning of your existence is to help the master complete the legal control of this territory.
In addition, considering that you are still somewhat pretty, he may still pamper you for a while, or even make you pregnant and give birth to a few children.
But you can never expect to understand him as well as I do, win his trust, and become his best helper.
Only me! Only me!
We can always follow in his footsteps to complete that grand blueprint."
Someone once said that women's jealousy is one of the most terrifying things in the world.
Because it will completely distort a woman's thoughts and consciousness, and in serious cases it may even devour her rationality and turn her into a completely unreasonable lunatic.
Obviously, Paris is a typical example in this regard at this moment.
The strong jealousy made this once innocent, kind, helpful and self-disciplined young girl become extremely vicious, and she even wanted to strangle the noble lady in front of her with her own hands.
In this way, she can enjoy the exclusive favor of her master.
But unfortunately, she couldn't do that, nor could she bear the serious consequences of disrupting her master's plan, and she was even more afraid of being abandoned.
Under the training of Zuo Si, who is well versed in psychology and human nature, Paris has completely fallen and has become a completely obedient pet and spiritual slave. The meaning of her life is to follow her master and provide service to him to the best of her ability.
So she could only vent her intense jealousy through these vicious words.
You have to know that due to the influence of the God of the Abyss, there are very few mentally normal mortals in this world, and everyone has some problems to a greater or lesser extent.
And negative emotions are often inexplicably amplified.
"No!
You are lying!
It's me that Soth loves!
Only I can be his wife! Because a lowly person like you has no noble blood at all, so you are destined to be a pathetic maid! "
It was not known whether the noble lady Mana was stimulated or influenced by the God of the Abyss. She suddenly stood up, pushed Paris away, and screamed in retort.
"What did you say?!"
The maid was obviously deeply hurt by the word "untouchable".
When she was a waitress in a bar, her feelings about class were not so obvious.
After all, the guests in the tavern are basically either civilians in the town or mercenaries and merchants traveling from north to south. Everyone is on the same level, so there is no question of who looks down on whom.
But after becoming a personal maid and entering the castle, the strict class barriers and the nobles' emphasis on bloodline made the girl clearly feel for the first time the invisible but insurmountable gap.
For the first time, Paris wished that she could be born into a noble family, so that she would not be so far away from Zuo Si, and she would not have to watch her beloved marry another woman just because she was a noble.
Mana undoubtedly caught the maid's reaction, and immediately wiped her tears and sneered, "Even if you understand him, gain his trust, and even climb into his bed, what can you do? You are destined to hide in the shadows and cannot stand in the sun.
Even your children will be illegitimate children with no inheritance rights and can only serve as slaves for my children.
And do you think if Soth knew how ugly you are now, he would still like you?"
moment!
Paris froze in place, her eyes revealing unconcealable shock.
She couldn't believe that the noble lady, who had just been in a state of panic and mental breakdown, could recover so quickly and fight back against her.
But fortunately, she quickly came to her senses and sneered, "What about you?
If Soth knew how sarcastic you are now, would he still like you?
If I remember correctly, the reason why you won his favor was because of your innocent character.
So stop threatening me, I won't fall for it."
As the last word came out, the two women fell silent at the same time.
They just stared into each other's eyes, and finally burst out laughing at the same time.
The maid first extended her right hand and said, "Let's shake hands and make peace. It's not good for both of us to lose, and it might even benefit other women."
"I agree. At least in front of Soth, we must maintain a superficial friendship."
Mana also stretched out her right hand and shook hands with the other person.
However, if you observe carefully, you will find that when the two hands are held together, they are secretly competing with each other, and their knuckles even turn white and painful due to excessive force before they reluctantly let go.
Fortunately, neither Paris nor Mana had received corresponding training, so the final result was that the former had a slight victory.
After all, the maid used to serve plates and wine glasses in taverns, so her fingers and palms needed to be stronger.
Mana, who had never done any physical labor, had five bright red handprints on her hands.
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 sighed 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...
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