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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You guys went through my stuff?"

Gus's face showed obvious displeasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The young man asked with his eyes slightly shining.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

magic?

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

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

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

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

But now his heart was clearly shaken.

如果左思培养的猎杀小队都可以掌握这种超自然力量，那自己是否也可以获得呢？

有了这种名为魔法的力量，是不是就能杀死已经变成神之手费蒙特的格里菲斯？

于是与他原本并没有抱什么太大期望的内心开始患得患失起来。

甚至对左思这个人产生了强烈的好奇心跟兴趣。

“给，喝点水、吃点东西吧。我可不希望你在赶到王都之前渴死、饿死。”

小个子的男人直接把一个水袋和一个装着如同压缩饼干般的块状便携食物的袋子丢了过去。

瞬间！

格斯的肚子不争气的发出了咕噜噜的声音，明显是胃肠在示意主人该进食了。

“多谢！”

格斯礼貌的冲对方点头示意了一下，也顾不上客气先是灌了两口水，然后便开始大口大口的吃起来。

几块下肚之后，他果断放下了手里的袋子。

当然，这并不是吃饱了，而是多次受伤、昏迷的经历让他明白这种时候绝对不能多吃增加胃肠的负担，而是要起码经过几天时间的缓慢恢复。

不然轻则呕吐腹泻，重则直接把自己活活撑死。

伴随着肚子里的食物迅速被消化吸收，血液中的血糖含量便开始逐渐提升，那种虚弱无力的状态迅速获得极大的缓解。

出于好奇心的驱使，格斯抬起手在蒙着黑布的马车边上掀起一条缝隙向外张望，结果一眼便看到了道路两边金色的麦田。

无数的农民正在欢呼雀跃的挥舞镰刀进行收割，大量的麦穗和麦秆被堆积在田地边上形成一座座壮观的谷堆。

年纪比较小的孩子们则站在一旁挥舞着树枝驱赶鸟儿和田鼠，猫猫狗狗也加入这场狩猎正在欢快的捕杀试图盗窃主人粮食的小偷。

有些甚至因为吃了太多的田鼠和鸟类，肚子已然鼓了起来懒洋洋的躺在旁边晒太阳。

从人们脸上洋溢的笑容不难看出，这必然是一个丰收的好年景。

作为一名从小就开始在各国流浪、参加战争的佣兵，格斯已经记不清楚自己上一次看到这种美好画面究竟是什么时候。

至少在饱经战火蹂躏的米特兰王国，大部分农民脸上永远都是一副痛苦、麻木，对生活和未来没有半点希望的模样。

想到这，他用不是很确定的语气问了一句：“这里的人似乎过得还不错？”

“那是当然！ 因为陛下不仅给他们分发了土地，而且还大幅度降低税收，并且以低廉的价格提供种子、肥料、农具。

不然你以为军队中那些征召的士兵为何打起仗来一个个都像不要命一样的往前冲？

因为农奴和佃农家庭出身的人都明白，如果让那些贵族卷土重来，自己现在所拥有的一切都会被夺走。

所以我们必须彻底打垮腐朽的旧封建贵族，让他们永远从这个世界上消失。”

在说这番话的时候，队伍中最年轻的少年语气中透露出对自家国王陛下的敬仰与崇拜。

如果不是左思的到来，他现在恐怕还在睡在牲口棚里，每天晚上只能跟马或牛挤在一起取暖，身上永远都有一种洗不掉的臭味和骚味。

而且他永远不会忘记那位被人称之为“仁慈”、“善良”、“天真”的美丽贵族小姐，仅仅因为自己不合时宜的出现在马厩给一匹马刷毛，眼神中便透露出嫌弃、厌恶和鄙夷的目光，就好像自己根本不是一个人，而是一坨马粪或牛粪。

而对方身边的女仆更是二话不说，立马喊来负责管理牲口的仆人臭骂一顿。

后者则在卑躬屈膝的赔礼道歉后，拿起鞭子把少年打了个半死还发了高烧，差一点没挺过来一命呜呼。

这就是农奴和佃农之子悲惨人生最真实的写照。

没有尊严！

没有人格！

更没有哪怕一丁点的自由！ 从出生的那一刻起，他们就是贵族财产的一部分，是两条腿的牲口，生死完全取决于上位者的一句话。

可现在，原本压在所有人头顶的大山终于被推翻了。

在火枪和大炮的轰鸣声中，一个又一个城堡被连根拔起，数不清的家族在惨叫与哀嚎中彻底被摧毁。

眼前这位少年甚至在那个夜晚亲自为左思的军队带路，事后将那位被俘虏的贵族小姐按在身下反复蹂躏了长达一个小时，然后再欣赏原本高高在上的她被一群佣兵活活折磨致死。

从那之后，他就把左思灌输给猎杀小队的一句话当成了人生格言，那就是“我们永远忠诚，我们从不原谅”。

格斯显然察觉到了少年的反应，仅仅只是笑了笑并没有说话。

身为曾经跟格里菲斯近距离相处过的人，他明白这个世界上存在这一种从头到脚都散发着强烈个人魅力的怪物。

他们就像是绝世的天才与领袖，可以轻而易举学会并理解普通人终其一生都搞不明白的复杂事情，总能够出奇制胜一次又一次带领大家赢得辉煌的胜利。

所以在这类人的身边永远不会缺少追随者与崇拜者。

哪怕有一天这个人要带领所有人飞蛾扑火般冲向毁灭的深渊。

毫无疑问，此时此刻在格斯的眼中，左思的身影已经逐渐跟格里菲斯越来越重合。

就这样，一行人沿着大路日夜不停地向前西方行进，除了路过城镇的时候会停下来休息、吃饭、换马，其余时间全部都在赶路。

等格斯的身体开始逐渐恢复后，众人终于在地平线上看到了冉冉升起的王都。

“这……这是？！！”

与车夫一起坐在前排的格斯猛地站起身，目瞪口呆看着远处那无比壮观的景象，整个人目瞪口呆。

尤其是密密麻麻不断冒黑烟的烟囱，还有那奔跑在铁轨上装满各种货物跟人的蒸汽列车，让他仿佛置身于荒诞的梦境之中。

我是谁？ 我在哪？ 这他妈是什么地方？ “啊！快看！之前规划中的第一条铁路终于通车了呢。真快呀，我记得前后一共才花费了三个多月吧？”

玛戈·萨勒姆整个人明显十分的兴奋。

不光是她，队伍中小个子的男人也不由得感叹道：“是啊，何止是快，简直都能用奇迹来形容了。

真不知道陛下究竟使用了怎样的魔法，才能在如此短的时间里建造出一条连接矿区和工业区的铁路。

另外，你们难道没有发现工业区的规模好像有变大了不少吗？

我敢打赌工厂的数量最少增长了三倍都不止。”

“嘿嘿！有了铁路的连接，矿区的原料可以源源不断运到工厂去，自然就能促进扩大生产。照这个样子发展下去，整个世界都将臣服在陛下战无不胜的军团面前。”

少年咧开嘴露出了激动跟自豪的笑容。

就在格斯想要询问这座诡异的城市究竟是怎么回事的时候，突然看到有一队人双手、双脚正带着镣铐，被皮鞭驱赶着走向一处工地。

还没等他来得及发问，这些像是囚犯、奴隶的人身体便立刻开始膨胀，最终化身成为一个个形态各异的使徒。

如果非要找出一个共同点，那就是他们的“手”或“肢体”都非常的多。

紧跟着这些在格斯眼中极度危险、扭曲、残忍，应该被统统赶尽杀绝的怪物，就开始拿起工具清理周围的树木、碎石和泥土，然后将一根根枕木铺设在地上加以固定，最后才是在上边连接起一根根的铁轨。

那恐怖的劳动效率，仅用十几分钟就铺设完了数百米的距离。

此时此刻别说是格斯惊呆了，就连狩猎小队的人也同样惊呆了，并且明白那条连接工厂与矿区的铁路究竟是怎么修出来的，以及为什么对食人花使徒下达的命令是活捉而不是生死无论。

好家伙！ 竟然直接把使徒抓起来当免费的奴隶和劳工使唤。

不仅是使徒，在搬运的队伍中甚至还能看到骷髅和僵尸这类受到幽界能量影响诞生的亡灵生物。

估计资本家来了都得泪流面面的感叹一句，论剥削剩余价值还得是您啊。

很明显，由于手头劳动力严重不足，丧心病狂的左思终于把手伸向了这些非人生物。

毕竟像修铁路、搞基础建设这种事情，向来都是投资大、周期长、收益低。

他可没耐心用十年乃至更长的时间去一点一点的推进，然后完成对整个国家交通系统的建设。

既然按部就班不行，那自然就要想办法“开挂”。

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The skinny old man spat in anger.

“Hahahaha! Oh my god!

Are you living like a dog at your age?

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

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

Seeing this, Guts also revealed a slightly ferocious smile.

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

Especially in terms of attitude towards the apostles.

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

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

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

That miserable plea would soften even the hardest heart.

But soon, this newly-awakened sympathy disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuo Si gave direct orders to the maid beside him.

"As you wish, Master."

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

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

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

"This is?!"

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

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

"Are you talking about me?"

Gus frowned subconsciously.

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

"Who else could it be?"

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

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

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

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

What about Kegus?

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

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

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

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

But do you think that's the end?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This action instantly aroused the vigilance of others around.

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

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

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

“Hahahahaha!

I have to say, your intuition is quite sharp.

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

For example, we all have this.”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t be so nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

But I am different from him.

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

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

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

Zuo Si patiently gave detailed explanations and illustrations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So... you know everything?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuo Si gave a straightforward answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why should I trust you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In contrast, I prefer to call it a goal.

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

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

Zuo Si concealed nothing and stated his intentions openly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The terrifying impact made him lose consciousness in an instant.

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