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 logical 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 long, 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!

也不需要任何话语！ 格斯仅仅只是弯下腰向左思深深鞠了一躬，然后便背着剑在一名侍从的带领下径直朝王宫外面走去。

从那稳健的步伐不难看出，他的内心已经再也没有了半点迷茫，而且从头到脚散发出勃勃生机。

“主人，他会成功吗？”

女仆小姐帕丽斯凑上来用不是很确定的语气问了一句。

左思抿起嘴角意味深长的回答道：“当然！因为他是我目前见过在精神和意志层面最强大的人类。而这种人往往最能创造出不可思议的奇迹。”

“我跟他谁更强一点？”

女仆小姐显然有点嫉妒跟不太服气。

因为在她看来左思对于格斯未免也太上心了一点，甚至还允许其待在后宫修养。

要不是已经亲身体会过主人在某些方面的性趣，说不定会认为这是要把对方纳入后宫的征兆。

毕竟男男之风在这个世界可是相当的流行。

许多贵族、法王厅的教士都以玩弄年轻英俊的少年乃至孩童为风尚。

当然，男女通吃的比例也不低。

在这方面，帕丽斯一直都非常的敏感且警惕，生怕自己的位置有一天被某个女人或男人抢走了。

没办法，这个世界的女人就是如此的悲哀。

她们不仅要提防那些妖艳的同类，而且还要对身为异性的男人严防死守。

不然稍不留神自己的男人就被对方抢走了。

“呵呵，就现如今纸面上的数据肯定是你比较厉害。

格斯再怎么说也仅仅只是一个凡人而已，你却半只脚已经踏入了超凡的领域。

但要是你们真的以命相搏，我觉得格斯的胜算更大一点。

因为有很多东西在没有经历过生死时刻永远也不会懂。”

左思伸出手轻轻抚摸着帕丽斯那张越来越精致、越来越妩媚的脸庞给出了答案。

不过女仆小姐这会儿显然已经顾不上去理会谁更强的问题，而是媚眼如丝的踮起脚尖靠了上去。

没过多久，在这片幽静无人的地方就开始传出一些奇奇怪怪的声音。

事后还有女仆在附近清扫的时候捡到了一些造型奇特的黑色羽毛。

可在王宫内并没有饲养过这样的鸟类。

一时之间很多人都在猜测这些羽毛究竟是从哪来的。

唯有身为王后的玛娜显然是知道了什么，一连几天都都变得郁郁寡欢。

直到左思抽空来了一趟后宫与她共同度过了私密的两个小时。

等再次出现的时候王后已经变得红光满面、娇艳欲滴。

毫无疑问，格斯的到来让左思的整个计划终于变得越来越完善。

不过他显然并不知道，在暗处有几双眼睛正在小心翼翼的观察着自己，以及这个正在以难以想象速度崛起扩张的国家。

“该死！ 这些家伙是从哪冒出来的？ 以他们的武器装备和组织度，对这个世界简直就是降维打击。

而且这种科技发展速度也太不同寻常了一点吧？

尤其是几百公里的铁路，真是能靠人力几个月就修建出来的？”

阿纳斯塔西娅靠着魔力在高空掠过，等落下来的时候已经是目瞪口呆，几乎不敢相信自己看到的事实。

她简直无法想象，自己明明只是在海边悬崖上建造据点隐藏了几个月，怎么出来之后就像是过去了几百年之久？ 作为沙皇俄国皇室的末代公主，她很清楚工业化进程究竟有多么艰难。

以自己的国家为例，从彼得大帝开始就尝试着从欧洲引进先进技术和科学理念，后来又在叶卡捷琳娜大帝的强力推动下才终于勉强有了一点工业的基础。

正是凭借这些基础，叶卡捷琳娜女皇才能实现对沙皇俄国版图的大面积扩张，并在军事上赢得一场又一场的胜利，彻底奠定欧洲强国的地位。

可现在，一个突然崛起的政权居然用不到一年的时间，就走完了正常国家需要几十年乃至上百年才有可能完成的工业化。

离谱！

太离谱了！

尤其是战场上火枪和大炮的轰鸣声，还有那些愚蠢的贵族骑士去冲击线列步兵一个接一个倒在冲锋道路上的惨状，都让阿纳斯塔西娅仿佛回到了十八世纪到十九世纪战火纷飞的欧洲。

“该不会是有某位旅法师造访了这个世界吧？”

翰赛尔明显意识到了什么，眼睛里闪过一抹不易被察觉到的狡诈。

而且在说这番话的时候，他不断将战场上死亡的贵族灵魂捕获，一个接一个的往嘴里塞，那模样就如同一个贪吃的孩子。

“你的意思是……那个异邦亲王是一位来自异时空的旅法师？”

阿纳斯塔西娅的脸色顿时变得异常严肃。

作为小安妮最信任的随从之一，她见过的旅法师一共只有两个，一个是自己的小主人，另外一个就是黑暗王子格雷亚。

而这两位都是足以与神明相媲美的类神力。

所以在阿纳斯塔西娅的心目中，旅法师的力量根本不是自己这种英灵能够抗衡的。

只有真正的神明和旅法师才能与旅法师对抗。

“别问我，我又不像姐姐那样是旅法师，至少现在还不是。”

翰赛尔翻了个白眼继续专注于吃那些死掉贵族的灵魂。

“哼！与其在这里纠结，倒不如让我直接杀进王宫里去会会对方不就知道答案了吗？”

莫德雷德还是一如既往的“莽”，想要直接用最简单、最暴力的方式获取信息。

反正她已经是小安妮的随从了，根本不用担心会真的死掉，所以进一步放大了那种“生死看淡不服就干”的性格。

“你是白痴吗？那样做岂不是暴露了我们的存在？更何况你怎么知道对方不是安妮殿下的敌人？”

阿纳斯塔西娅没好气的反问。

她一直都没搞懂自家小主人为啥把这个麻烦的英灵给召唤出来做自己的搭档。

难道单纯只是为了向自己的父亲展示叛逆？ 还是说在这个“男人婆”身上隐藏了某些自己不知道的秘密？

莫德雷德冷笑着反驳道：“那你说怎么办？ 难道就坐在这里看着这些装备了火枪火炮的军队四处攻城略地，把这片大陆直接带入工业化时代？ 别忘了这个时空的现实世界可是会跟精神与灵魂的幽界产生密切联系。

或许等小主人回来的时候，整个局势都将发生天翻地覆的变化。”

“翰赛尔少爷，您对此有什么看法吗？”

阿纳斯塔西娅显然不想搭理莫德雷德，直接把目光投向了左思与艾瑞贝斯生下双胞胎中的男孩。

“我对此没有任何看法。如果你想要让我帮忙，那纯粹是想多了。”

翰赛尔咧开嘴露出了赤裸裸毫不掩饰的幸灾乐祸。

毕竟跟姐姐小安妮待在一起可不是他愿意的，而是被半软禁、半挟持的状态，没有从中捣乱已经很给面子了。

还想让他帮忙收拾烂摊子？ 做梦去吧！

不得不说，翰赛尔的态度直接把阿纳斯塔西娅气得有点肝疼。

但问题是她压根拿对方无可奈何。

先不说翰赛尔本身是小主人的弟弟这一点，光是他所拥有的恐怖类神力就绝不是区区一个英灵随从能抗衡的。

怎么办？ 阿纳斯塔西娅顿时犯了难。

如果可以的话，她非常希望能立刻把这里发生的事情告知小主人。

但问题是她不敢轻易使用跨时空通讯。

因为按照小安妮的说法，一切在黑暗虚空中传递的信号都有可能会被超时空信标塔捕获。

而信号被超时空信标塔捕获就意味着新非瑞克西亚的侦查力量很快便会出现在发出信号的时空。

所以阿纳斯塔西娅不敢赌，也不敢冒那么大的风险。

就在她陷入纠结的时候，翰赛尔突然开口提醒道：“你为什么不去找这个世界的魔女？也许她知道什么也说不定呢。”

“魔女？对呀！我怎么没想到呢。”

阿纳斯塔西娅瞬间被点醒，眼睛里闪过异样的神采。

毕竟这个世界的魔女都跟幽界有着非常密切的联系，而且寿命也比普通人更加悠久，应该对眼下暴走的局势有所察觉才对。

想到这，她连一秒钟都没有犹豫，直接施展魔法传送消失在原地。

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 heir 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.