Because there are too many apostles and monsters in the dungeons and factories in the industrial zone, as well as the railway construction site outside the city.
Moreover, these things would make his wounds extremely painful and bleed continuously.
What's even more terrible is that if you fall into sleep or coma, you will be accompanied by distorted nightmares that cannot be described in words, and you may even see the scenes that you least want to face.
So rest and sleep, which are important to most people, are a terrible torture to Gus.
Especially after the day of sacrifice, he basically never had a good night's sleep and would always wake up suddenly from nightmares.
It has to be said that in terms of mental fortitude and physical fitness, Guts can definitely be said to have broken through the limits of human beings.
Otherwise, the frequency and severity of his injuries, as well as the neurasthenia caused by lack of adequate rest for a long time, would be enough to make a man who could be called a "macho man" completely collapse, and even make him want to commit suicide.
But this guy is not only alive and well, but even after wearing the Berserker Armor and having his vitality constantly absorbed, he is still extremely strong, and he has completed extreme counterattacks time and time again in fierce battles.
If this were placed in the Warhammer universe, he would definitely be the Lord of Mankind and the Chosen One of Khorne.
Therefore, Zuo Si always felt that compared to Griffith, Guts was the one favored by fate.
However, this favor was distorted by the evil intentions of the God of the Abyss from all mankind.
That's why he chose Gus as his voter.
After all, Griffith became the Hand of God, and behind him stood the God of the Abyss, who was also the will of this world.
What Zuo Si has to do is to stand behind Guts and provide him with support and strength, let him be his spokesperson, and start a battle with Griffith in terms of spirit, will, soul and humanity.
Through this contest, one can not only get a glimpse into the essence of the God of the Abyss, but also convey some information and opinions to the other party.
In other words, it is a disguised form of communication.
When Guts truly defeated Griffith, that was the moment when Zuo Si completely overwhelmed the God of the Abyss in the fields of spirit, soul, philosophy, etc., followed by fusion and devouring.
In fact, the struggle between the gods of the continent of Faerun and their chosen people is largely similar to this.
The difference is that there are more gods in Faerun and the situation is more complicated.
In comparison, the God of the Abyss in this world is much simpler.
As long as the underlying consistency of its existence and its control over causality and destiny are broken, its self-consciousness will inevitably begin to become chaotic, self-contradictory, or even split or collapse.
At that time, Zuo Si will be able to take advantage of the opportunity and obtain the "original evil" and "original evil intention" that led to the birth of the God of the Abyss, and completely transform himself into a symbol of evil in the entire multiverse.
And Gus is an indispensable part of this plan.
Now that he has become the Hand of God, Griffith has not completely abandoned his humanity.
Otherwise, he would not have reincarnated a second time and returned to the human world in the form of an Eagle of Light, trying to establish his own heaven on earth.
His existence itself is equivalent to the biggest weakness of the God of the Abyss exposed to the outside world.
Guts is the exclusive special attack weapon against Griffith.
Because this is the only person who made Griffith temporarily give up his dreams and ambitions, and he is also most likely the only person he has truly "loved".
Gus obviously didn't know that this meeting and the previous contract were actually the result of careful planning.
Of course, even if you knew, you probably wouldn't care.
As long as he can obtain powerful strength to complete his revenge on Griffith, he is willing to pay any price, whether it is his own life or soul.
So when Guts woke up from his coma, the first thing he did was to raise his arm to touch the hot and painful brand, and then he examined his arm that had grown back and his eyes that had regained their sight.
"This... this isn't an illusion? I've actually recovered?"
"How do you feel now?"
A woman's voice suddenly came from not far away.
Guts immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a girl in a beautiful long dress standing at the door, looking at him with a slightly curious look.
Behind her followed several maids who were also quite young and beautiful, as well as several female guards wearing armor and holding weapons.
Especially the small crown on the head, it is obvious that not just anyone is qualified to wear it.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Gus subconsciously pulled up the quilt to cover his naked body.
"My name is Mana, and I'm the queen of this country. This is the harem of the palace. Normally, only women can come in. You are the first man to live here besides His Majesty."
The girl gave the answer with a smile.
It is not difficult to tell from the expression on her face that she has come out of the sadness and shadow of losing her mother, and is currently living a happy life just as Zuo Si had promised.
The reason why she is happy is very simple, that is, she does not need to bear any responsibilities, nor will she be exposed to anything that may cause troubles, such as work, power, obligations, etc.
All we have to do every day is to call friends over to eat, drink and have fun.
Especially after the opening of the railway, the young queen, who was only in her early sixteen years old, fell in love with traveling by train. She sat in the luxurious carriage specially built for her all day long, enjoying the scenery along the way, and occasionally got off at the station to experience the local customs and culture.
You know, no noble woman who lives in a castle for a long time would not want to go out and see the outside world.
The reason why we couldn't travel as we pleased in the past was mainly because of frequent wars, bandits and wild beasts, and the environment was too dangerous.
Moreover, the bumps and jolts caused by riding in a carriage are also a huge burden for noble women, who are generally frail and weak.
But now with rails and trains, long-distance travel has suddenly become safe and comfortable.
As for those bandits who used to be the kings of the mountains, most of them had already been surrounded and wiped out by officers and new recruits who had completed basic training. Even if there were some who managed to escape, their number would often be limited to less than 20 people.
With this scale, it would be difficult to even rob a village, not to mention a train with a special military escort.
So even though Mana is the queen, she is still no different from when she was a noble girl.
"Is this the harem? Why was I sent to this place?"
Gus inspected the furnishings and displays in the room, then looked out through the huge glass window. All he saw were women, and he immediately believed it in his heart.
But he couldn't understand why Zuo Si sent him here. Wasn't he afraid that he would get mad and attack these women?
Mana shook her head slightly: "Sorry, I don't know either.
Because I just got back this morning.
But I believe that His Majesty must think highly of you and even trust you 100%.
So far no one in this country, from top to bottom, has been treated like you.
To be honest, I feel like I'm a little jealous of you."
Seeing the serious look of the young queen, Guts couldn't help but let out a bitter smile: "Well, noble queen. Whether you are jealous of me or not, could you and your people go out for a while? I think I may need some private space to put on my clothes and pants."
As these words came out of her mouth, both Mana and the other women following behind her showed surprised expressions, and then they all retreated with slightly red faces.
Because with Gus' reminder, they suddenly realized that it was indeed inappropriate for them to break into a naked man's room like this.
Hearing the muffled slam of the door, Gus immediately climbed up from the soft and comfortable big bed, put on the black clothes placed on the bedside, and then walked straight outside.
He couldn't wait to meet Zuo Si and ask him face to face what the contract was all about, what he heard and saw at that time, and what was going on with the power hidden in his body that could not be mobilized, and how to use it.
In short, he had too many questions that he wanted a clear answer to.
But when Gus walked out of the room and passed through a garden, he immediately stopped.
Because he found himself lost, or rather, he simply didn't know the way.
Moreover, the palace was much larger than expected, and there were buildings everywhere around it whose purpose was unknown.
If you accidentally break into the women's restroom, locker room, or bathroom, it would be a lot of fun.
Fortunately, before Gus could feel embarrassed for a long time, Zuo Si appeared on a bench outside the garden.
He didn't have time to think about it and immediately walked over quickly.
"I guess you must have a lot of questions now, right?"
Zuo Si was the first to speak and break the silence.
Gus nodded without hesitation: "Yes. Now I want to know who you are? Is that voice and the scene I saw real?"
"Yes, it's all true. You can understand that I am as powerful as the God of the Abyss behind the Hand of God, or even more powerful, so I can give you the same power as Griffith."
Zuo Si admitted it openly without hiding anything.
"So... I am now equivalent to your God's Hand?"
There was a clear hint of uncertainty in Gus's tone.
Because apart from the recovery of injuries all over his body, he did not feel any incredible powerful force.
At the same time, his spirit, will, and thoughts did not undergo the horrible transformation that Griffith underwent before and after his ascension to demon status.
Zuo Si chuckled and explained, “No, of course not.
The essence of the Hand of God is to cut off the good side of human nature by sacrificing the most important people.
Then the gap was filled with the power from the abyss, and finally merged with the evil thoughts of all mankind.
And this collection of evil thoughts is God.
In other words, you can think of each Hand of God as an extension of the will of the God of the Abyss.
But I give your voters differently.
The Chosen Ones are gods or demons as powerful as gods. When they find a mortal who suits their taste and thinks that the other person can represent them, they give him/her extra power and honorary titles.
It doesn't really change a person.
Some voters can even ignore the demon they serve and just do what interests them.
So you don't have to worry about being manipulated or influenced in any way.
You are you, you can do whatever you want and you have the power to decide your own life and destiny.
I will not interfere or give you orders to do anything.
Because you were born to be free and not to be bound by anything."
"I don't understand...what good will this do for you?"
Gus's eyes still revealed strong doubts and confusion.
Zuo Si did not answer but asked with interest: "Your wish is to defeat Griffith to avenge yourself, your fellow Eagles, and Casca, right?"
"That's right! I'm going to kill him! Make him pay for what he did! The price of blood!"
As he said this, Guts clenched his teeth and his expression became extremely ferocious.
The overwhelming hatred was enough to move everyone.
“Look, this is what I want to achieve.
Because Griffith's failure means the failure of the evil god behind him.
So when you defeated Griffith and destroyed his dream with your own hands, I got enough benefits from it.
You can think of this relationship as a win-win situation for both you and me.”
Zuo Si gave a fairly good reason without revealing his true intentions.
"So this is a battle between demons?"
Guts finally began to understand the meaning behind the titles such as Chosen One and Hand of God.
Zuo Si stroked his chin and responded with a half-smile: "Well, you can understand it this way.
If you want to fight and kill the God Hands, you can't rely on the power of mortals alone.
Even the skeleton knight who rescued you from the sacrifice ceremony and the water-calling sword that can cut through space are the same.
Because the God of the Abyss is a collection of human evil thoughts, and to some extent represents the will of this world.
So it weaves a big web of destiny and controls everything through the law of cause and effect.
This means that as an extension of God's will, God's Hand is also protected by the law of causality.
If you cannot break through this layer of causality, no matter how powerful the attack is, it will be neutralized instantly."
"Then how can we destroy the protection of the law of causality?"
Gus was clearly very interested in the topic.
Because he once attacked Griffith after he was promoted to a demon, but before he even touched the opponent, something he couldn't understand happened.
Now that he has encountered a powerful demon who can point out the problem, he must get to the bottom of it and find a solution.
"It's simple. Stay true to yourself and your humanity, and then use the power of the Chosen One I have given you."
As he spoke, Zuo Si stretched out a finger and gently tapped the other person's chest.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!
A silver-white soul energy without any tendency of good or evil gushed out, making Guts feel that he was in a state of intense burning from the inside out and from top to bottom.
Incredibly, this burning did not generate any heat, but instead continued to penetrate into the skin, muscles and bones.
When the energy completely disappeared, he raised his head and asked cautiously: "What kind of power is this? Why can't I feel it? And why can't I control it?"
“Haha, because it is still the power I bestow upon you, and it does not belong to you alone.
You need to dig and shape it bit by bit and transform these energies into part of your own power.
Only then will you be qualified to stand in front of Griffith and challenge him.
In addition, the source of this power is the soul.
So the process of digging into it is the process of constantly examining your own heart, will, and soul.
When one day you are no longer confused and understand the meaning of life, you will be able to break the fate that weighs on you and win the will to freedom for all human beings in this world.
Dear Guts, perhaps you haven't realized it yet, but compared to Griffith, you are the real savior. "
As Zuo Si blurted out these words, Gus was stunned.
Are you the savior?
Could a person who seemed to have been cursed since childhood be the savior of all mankind?
How is this possible!
At least Gus himself absolutely doesn't believe it.
But Zuo Si continued to speak on his own: "See, this is a sign that you haven't recognized yourself yet.
Otherwise, why do you think the Skeleton Knight suddenly appeared to save you when Griffith was upgrading? Was it because he was kind? Or because he hated the God Hand? If so, did he do the same thing when the previous God Hands upgraded to Demons?
Where did those people he saved go? In fact, from the moment Griffith became the Hand of God, all the will to resist fate in this world has been concentrated on you.
So in the eyes of the Skeleton Knight, you are the only weapon against the Hand of God and even the God of the Abyss!"
arms?
I am a weapon! Gus' pupils suddenly expanded, shrank, and then expanded again to show the unrest in his heart.
After several minutes, he slowly digested this explosive information, raised his head and asked, "Then how can I quickly become stronger and gain the power to kill Griffith?"
"It's up to you to find the answer yourself.
For I have placed the seeds of power within your body and soul.
It's like a blank sheet of paper, and what it becomes depends on your choices.
You can turn it into a violence that is enough to destroy everything, or you can use it to heal the wounds and the hearts of people in this world that have become completely dark.
Good or evil, chaos or order, it all depends on your will.
Because you're Gus, and I trust you.
Oh, by the way, during the two days you were unconscious, I helped you reforge the Dragon Slaying Sword."
After saying that, Zuo Si bent down and pulled out a heavy, black, non-reflective sword from under the chair and handed it to the other party.
Guts subconsciously took it and swung it vigorously.
boom!!!!!!
In an instant, a gully more than ten meters long appeared on the ground.
Needless to say, this groove is the result of the terrifyingly strong airflow generated when the swing is swung.
"You added an extra power called magic?"
Guts obviously noticed the subtle mysterious symbols on the black sword.
Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. How's it? Not bad, right? You have to know that this level of enchantment is the basis for breaking the defense of the Hand of God. The weapons you used before couldn't hurt Griffith even without the protection of the law of causality."
"Thank you, I will never forget this kindness."
Because he knew very well how important these things were to him who was determined to take revenge.
“You’re welcome.
By helping you I am helping myself.
What's more, I'm really looking forward to seeing the moment when you step hard on Griffith's face.
Finally, a reminder: never forget your identity as a human being.
You must first be a human being before you can bear the expectations of thousands of people who want to break free from the control of fate.
Secondly, you are never alone or lonely.
There are countless people like you who are fighting the best they can.
So what lies behind your miserable life is not a curse, but the kindness and hope in human nature.
Because of this, the God of the Abyss will continue to torture you, making you feel pain and despair, until you completely fall into the dark side and succumb to fate."
After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and patted the tough guy on the shoulder.
Obviously, the last few words deeply moved Guts, causing him to subconsciously tightly grasp the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. His eyes, which were originally filled with anger and hatred, gradually regained clarity and brightness.
No words!
No words were needed! Gus simply bent down and bowed deeply to Zuo Si, then walked straight out of the palace with a sword on his back, led by a servant.
It was not difficult to tell from his steady steps that there was no longer any confusion in his heart, and he exuded vitality from head to toe.
"Master, will he succeed?"
The maid, Paris, came over and asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si pursed his lips and replied meaningfully, "Of course! Because he is the most powerful human being I have ever seen in terms of spirit and will. And such people are often the most capable of creating incredible miracles."
"Who is stronger, me or him?"
The maid was obviously a little jealous and unconvinced.
Because in her opinion, Zuo Si cared too much about Gus and even allowed him to stay in the harem to recuperate.
If she had not personally experienced her master's sexual interests in certain areas, she might have thought that this was a sign that she was going to take him into her harem.
After all, gay relationships are quite popular in this world.
It was fashionable for many nobles and clergymen of the French royal court to play with young and handsome boys and even children.
Of course, the proportion of men and women who are attracted to it is also not low.
In this regard, Paris has always been very sensitive and vigilant, fearing that her position will be taken away by some woman or man one day.
There's no way, women in this world are so sad.
Not only do they have to be wary of their own seductive counterparts, but they also have to be on their guard against men of the opposite sex.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, your man will be snatched away by the other party.
"Haha, judging from the data on paper right now, you are definitely better.
Guts is, after all, just a mortal, but you have already stepped half a foot into the realm of the extraordinary.
But if you really fight for your lives, I think Guts has a better chance of winning.
Because there are many things that you will never understand unless you experience life and death moments.”
Zuo Si reached out his hand and gently stroked Paris's face, which was becoming more and more delicate and charming, and gave the answer.
However, the maid obviously didn't care about who was stronger at this moment, but tiptoed towards him with a seductive look in her eyes.
Not long after, some strange noises began to be heard in this quiet and deserted place.
Afterwards, a maid picked up some strangely shaped black feathers while cleaning the area.
But no such birds were kept in the palace.
For a while, many people were speculating where these feathers came from.
Only Mana, the queen, apparently knew something and became depressed for several days.
It was not until Zuo Si found time to come to the harem and spend two private hours with her.
When she appeared again, the queen's face had become rosy and she looked extremely beautiful.
There is no doubt that Gus's arrival made Zuo Si's entire plan finally become more and more perfect.
However, he obviously did not know that there were several pairs of eyes in the dark carefully observing himself and this country that was rising and expanding at an unimaginable speed.
"Damn it! Where did these guys come from? With their weapons and equipment and organization, it's simply a dimensionality reduction attack on this world.
And isn’t this speed of technological development a little too unusual?
Especially for a railway of several hundred kilometers, can it really be built by manpower in just a few months?"
Anastasia flew high in the sky with the help of magic, and when she landed she was stunned and could hardly believe what she saw.
She simply couldn't imagine that she had only built a base on the cliff by the sea and hid for a few months, but how come it felt like hundreds of years had passed after she came out? As the last princess of the Russian imperial family, she knew very well how difficult the industrialization process was.
Taking our own country as an example, starting with Peter the Great, we have been trying to introduce advanced technology and scientific concepts from Europe. Later, with the strong promotion of Catherine the Great, we finally had a little industrial foundation.
It was with these foundations that Empress Catherine was able to achieve a large-scale expansion of the territory of Tsarist Russia, win one military victory after another, and completely establish her status as a European power.
But now, a suddenly rising regime has completed industrialization in less than a year, which would take a normal country decades or even hundreds of years to complete.
Outrageous!
This is outrageous!
Especially the roar of muskets and cannons on the battlefield, and the tragic sight of those foolish noble knights falling one after another on the charge path when they attacked the line infantry, made Anastasia seem to have returned to the war-torn Europe from the 18th to the 19th century.
"Could it be that a planeswalker has visited this world?"
Hansel obviously realized something, and there was a subtle cunning flash in his eyes.
And while saying this, he kept capturing the souls of nobles who died on the battlefield and stuffing them into his mouth one after another, looking like a greedy child.
"You mean... that foreign prince is a planeswalker from another time and space?"
Anastasia's face suddenly became extremely serious.
As one of little Annie's most trusted followers, she had only seen two planeswalkers, one was her little master, and the other was the Dark Prince Greya.
Both of them have quasi-divine powers comparable to those of gods.
Therefore, in Anastasia's mind, the power of the planeswalkers is simply not something that a heroic spirit like herself can contend with.
Only true gods and planeswalkers can fight against planeswalkers.
"Don't ask me. I'm not a planeswalker like my sister. At least not yet."
Hansel rolled his eyes and continued to focus on eating the souls of the dead nobles.
"Humph! Instead of getting hung up on this, why don't I just charge into the palace and meet him? Then I'll know the answer, right?"
Mordred was as reckless as ever, wanting to obtain information directly using the simplest and most violent method.
Anyway, she is already little Annie's follower, so she doesn't have to worry about actually dying, so her character of "not caring about life or death, just do it if you don't agree" is further magnified.
"Are you an idiot? Wouldn't that expose our existence? Besides, how do you know that the other party is not Her Highness Anne's enemy?"
Anastasia asked back unhappily.
She never understood why her little master summoned this troublesome heroic spirit to be his partner.
Is it just to show her rebellion to her father? Or is there some secret hidden in this "tomboy" that she doesn't know about?
Mordred sneered and retorted, "What do you say we should do? Are we just going to sit here and watch these armies equipped with muskets and artillery attack cities everywhere and bring this continent directly into the industrial age? Don't forget that the real world of this time and space is closely connected with the underworld of spirits and souls.
Perhaps when the young master returns, the entire situation will have changed dramatically."
"Master Hansel, what do you think about this?"
Anastasia obviously didn't want to pay any attention to Mordred and turned her attention directly to the boy of the twins born to Zuo Si and Erebeth.
"I don't have any opinion on it. If you want me to help, you're just overthinking it."
Hansel's grin revealed naked and undisguised gloating.
After all, he didn't want to stay with his sister, little Annie. She was in a state of semi-confinement and semi-hostage. It was already a great favor that he didn't make trouble.
Want him to help clean up the mess? Dream on!
It must be said that Hansel's attitude made Anastasia so angry that she felt a little painful.
But the problem is that she can't do anything to the other party at all.
Not to mention the fact that Hansel is the young master's younger brother, the terrifying divine power he possesses alone is not something a mere heroic follower can contend with.
What should I do? Anastasia was suddenly in trouble.
If possible, she really wanted to tell the little master what happened here immediately.
But the problem is that she doesn't dare to use cross-time and space communication easily.
Because according to little Annie, all signals transmitted in the dark void may be captured by the trans-space beacon tower.
The signal being captured by the trans-dimensional beacon means that the reconnaissance force of New Phyrexia will soon appear in the time and space where the signal is sent.
So Anastasia didn't dare to gamble or take such a big risk.
Just when she was in a dilemma, Hansel suddenly reminded her: "Why don't you go find the witch in this world? Maybe she knows something."
"Witch? Yes! Why didn't I think of that?"
Anastasia was instantly awakened, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.
After all, the witches in this world have very close ties with the Netherworld, and their lifespans are longer than those of ordinary people. They should be aware of the current runaway situation.
Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate for even a second and cast a magic teleportation to disappear on the spot.
However, the little daughter of the last Tsar's family obviously didn't know that as soon as she left, Hansel began to encourage Mordred: "Hey! Little Mordred, do you want to come with me to have some fun?"
"Looking for fun?"
When Mordred heard this word, his eyes lit up instantly.
As a heroic spirit who advocates violence and is full of rebellious spirit in her bones, the days of seclusion in the cliffs have already made her almost crazy with boredom.
That's why she wanted to do something as soon as she was released.
Especially the scenes of war, which were a naked temptation to her.
Hansel grinned and nodded, "That's right! In the east of this continent, a powerful empire called Kusha is advancing.
With the strength of the Midlan Kingdom, it can't last long.
So why don't we just go to this country directly, kill all the nobles and take over the whole country.
Then they integrated resources and launched a war to the death with the Kushan Empire.
When the time comes, I will be the king and you will be the general, and we will trample that arrogant Emperor Terror under our feet.
How about this, isn't it a good idea?"
"Hahaha! That sounds great! But you probably want to eat the souls of the nobles, soldiers, and civilians of the Kusha Empire, right?"
Mordred was obviously not stupid and saw through the other party's intention at a glance.
After all, Hansel has never concealed his strong desire for souls.
"So what? Does that take away from your enjoyment?"
Hansel pursed his lips and asked back with a half-smile.
Mordred immediately shook his head: "No, of course not, and your proposal is indeed very attractive. But the question is, will this ruin the young master's plan?"
"How could that be? We are helping her speed up the entire plan.
Just think about it, once the boundary between the underworld and the real world is broken, how interesting this world will become?
My sister can also more intuitively feel the evil thoughts hidden in the deepest part of the underworld.
So you don't need to worry at all.
Maybe your sister will praise you for it."
Hansel grinned and continued to seduce.
If Anastasia had been present, he would certainly not have resorted to such a crude tactic.
Because with the princess's wisdom, she would definitely be able to detect that something was wrong.
But the problem is that now only the impulsive, rebellious and impatient Mordred is left.
Even though Hansel looked well-behaved and honest when little Anne was around, the evil and cunning in his bones had not disappeared. He was just forced to hide after suffering too many losses.
Now that little Annie is gone and Anastasia has left to look for the witch, he's naturally going to jump out and cause trouble.
He also had a strong premonition that his sister was going to be in big trouble this time, and it was the best time for him to escape.
Seizing the Kingdom of Midlan and declaring an all-out war with the Kusha Empire was just the beginning. Next, he wanted the entire world to be completely set on fire and plunged into chaos.
"Okay! I'll do as you say!"
Mordred finally made up his mind to let go and do something big.
She was fed up with hiding in the dark like a rat all day long and longed to stand on the battlefield again to win glorious victory after glorious victory.
Just like that, the two of them hit it off and were directly teleported to the capital of the Midlan Kingdom.
When these two "little ancestors" came, the country's long-corrupt and decadent aristocracy met its end.
“Ah…
"Monsters... Monsters! They are all monsters that cannot be killed!"
"Run! Run! Don't look back!"
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Please hold on!"
"Come here! Protect the emperor! Do not let anyone get close to his majesty's bedroom!"
…
Accompanied by screams and the panic of servants and soldiers, the entire palace was flooded with blood in less than five minutes.
Having been holding back for too long, Mordred did not give any armed man a chance to surrender or escape, and he killed his way through the palaces like a bloody Valkyrie.
More than hundreds of guards, nobles, and knights fell in a pool of blood without even knowing what was happening.
The sturdy armor and shields on their bodies were no different from paper in front of the treasure [Glorious Royal Sword], and they would often be cut in half with just one blow.
At this moment, the floor of the palace had become like a slaughterhouse, with incomplete corpses everywhere, as well as limbs, internal organs, heads and other organs scattered around.
The sticky blood was like a dark red carpet, symbolizing the conspiracy, killing and death that one must go through on the road to the throne of power.
"Enough! Stop it! Who are you? Why are you killing people wantonly in the palace of the Kingdom of Midland?"
A middle-aged man who looked like a minister mustered up the courage to stand up and shout at them, trying to intimidate the two lunatics with his noble blood and majesty.
Unfortunately, he obviously didn't know that the two people in front of him cared least about the damn nobles.
Because in terms of bloodline, Mordred is the son and hisir of King Arthur in ancient British legend, and Hansel is the descendant of Zoser, so he is fully qualified to call himself a prince or a prince.
Therefore, the minister not only failed to intimidate the two men, but was instead beckoned by the latter and his soul was directly peeled off and turned into a snack in his mouth.
The soldiers and knights guarding the door no longer had the will to resist after seeing this. They fell to their knees, trembling and praying that the two killers would spare their lives.
"Are you going to kill them?"
Mordred shook off the blood stains on the sword and tilted his head to ask.
Hansel obviously hesitated for a moment, and quickly responded: "No, don't kill them anymore. After all, it takes a lot of manpower to control this country, and these guys should be useful pawns. Now let's go meet His Majesty the King."
"I want to chop off his head myself, don't fight with me."
Mordred was obviously very enthusiastic about killing the king, and he kicked open the closed door and walked into the room.
As a result, he saw King Midlan lying on the bed with lifeless eyes, obviously not having much time left.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
Mordred frowned subconsciously.
"Oh my, this is terrible. You saw a king trying to rape his own daughter, and then he was heartbroken when he was resisted."
Hansel's eyes flickered with a creepy light, as if he had discovered something interesting.
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