"You... who are you?"
The old king struggled to get up from the bed, his originally lifeless eyes revealing a strong sense of anger and humiliation.
This is also why the originally wise old king suddenly became extremely angry and even destroyed the Eagle Group, which he had promoted and trained to balance the power of the old aristocracy.
Especially after being exposed by Griffith in the dungeon, he lost his composure on the spot and snatched the whip from the torturer's hand and started whipping him.
He also gave orders for the torturer to inflict as much torture on Griffith as possible without killing him.
It's a pity that he failed to succeed in the end, and instead lost the will and courage to live.
Even after he calmed down, he felt that he was deeply sinful and unworthy of being the king of this country.
The torture caused by the constant opposition and conflict between morality and desire was almost driving the old king crazy.
If possible, he really hoped that he could die quickly with these shameful secrets.
Unfortunately, just when he was about to lie down and wait for death, he was turned upside down by two "living ancestors" who suddenly broke in.
Especially Hansel, who possesses the quasi-god power of death, soul and mind. He can spy on the deepest secrets hidden in others' hearts with just a thought.
So the old king not only failed to wait for death to come, but died in public first.
Just look at the shocked and bewildered expressions on the faces of the servants and guards kneeling on the ground to understand how shocking this incident was in the eyes of outsiders.
The most important thing is that they finally understood why the king was so angry because Griffith had a one-night stand with the princess.
After all, a romantic love story like this between a young upstart and a young princess should not be made so ugly even if the king, as a father, disagrees.
After all, the Eagle Corps was the biggest contributor to helping the Midland Kingdom win the Hundred Years' War.
Griffith and Charlotte can also be considered a perfect match.
In theory, it would be a very profitable deal for the royal family to win over the Eagle Order through a marriage.
But the old king did the opposite. Because of a romantic affair, he directly started a war and eliminated the political helper he had personally trained. He also allowed the old aristocracy to take the opportunity to rise again and become the rightful master of the entire country.
That kind of stupidity, short-sightedness and incompetence is like two completely different people from his previous performance.
But now, others finally understood the reason for the old king's overreaction.
The shock, disgust and contempt revealed in those eyes made the old man with one foot halfway into the coffin feel indescribable shame.
After all, he is not Griffith who has become a demon and can completely ignore all worldly constraints and perform an 18+ action movie in public.
"Bah! That's disgusting!"
Mordred spat at the old king, expressing his contempt and disgust to the fullest.
Without any hesitation!
She walked straight to the bed, grabbed the man's hair and dragged him off the bed, all the way to the highest bell tower in the palace, and signaled the bell ringer to ring the bell.
After a while, people in the palace and even the entire city noticed that their king was being held in the hands of a blonde girl like a dead dog.
Before anyone could react to what was happening, Xiao Mo, who never liked talking nonsense, chopped off the old king's head with his sword, and kicked the body and head off the bell tower, which fell directly onto the empty square below.
“Ah!!!!! The king… His Majesty the King has been beheaded!”
"Oh my god! This world has gone crazy!"
"What's going on? What happened? Is that girl crazy?"
"Guards! Where are the guards in the palace? Why did they watch the king being killed?"
Just as the people on the street were screaming and shouting at the old king's body that had been smashed into a meat pie, a large thing like a dark cloud suddenly covered the sun above their heads.
The next second...
All of these unknown things fell from a height of hundreds of meters like raindrops.
First there were hundreds of corpses, followed by a thick rain of blood with a pungent and fishy smell.
The crowd standing under the bell tower had no time to dodge and were drenched all over their heads and faces. Their hearts were beating wildly and their whole bodies were shaking violently and uncontrollably.
Although many of the bodies were unrecognizable when they fell, the armor and clothes that remained on their bodies made it easy to identify them as soldiers, knights, servants, nobles and ministers in the palace.
And all those people who were once high and mighty and held great power in the country are now all dead.
To be precise, there was a terrible massacre.
Now people finally understand why the king was dragged to the bell tower like a dead dog and beheaded in public.
Just as the blood rain and corpses falling from the sky plunged the entire city into panic and chaos, a white mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the entire city from the inside out.
Some people who wanted to rush out of the city gate found that as soon as they got close, they were pushed back by an invisible force.
Then Hansel's huge face, large enough to cover the entire city, appeared in the sky and announced in a voice that went straight to the heart: "From this moment on, this country belongs to me, and you are included in it.
Now kneel and swear allegiance to your new king!
Friendly reminder: don't ever think about playing tricks or running away.
Because I can feel the thoughts in each of your minds and read the deepest secrets hidden in your memories.
And I have marked your souls.
As long as I want, no matter where you are, I can harvest your souls with just a snap of my fingers.
Just like this…”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Hansel suddenly turned his gaze to several gorgeous carriages with noble coats of arms not far away.
In a flash!
The souls of everyone on the carriage were torn from their bodies and flew directly into his mouth screaming.
Especially the horrifying wailing sound emitted by chewing, which completely shattered the psychological defenses of these mortals who had never seen gods or god-like powers.
No escape!
No resistance!
There was no one who called himself a hero and stood up to shout that mankind would never be enslaved! There was only a terrible silence!
Driven by intense fear, the residents of the capital of the Kingdom of Midlan knelt on the ground one after another and bowed to this monster that looked like a god or demon.
There is no doubt that they eventually chose to surrender and submit.
Because this is the real reaction of most ordinary people when faced with a powerful foreign enemy invading and establishing its rule.
As long as people can still survive, no one will risk death and implicate their families to fight.
What's more, the Kingdom of Midland is still a traditional feudal country with no national consciousness at all.
Especially for common people, whoever rules is not the one who rules.
A ruler as powerful as a devil may be able to lead the country to prosperity, or even invade and plunder other countries to make himself richer and richer.
Seeing that the entire capital was at his feet, Hansel quickly returned to the clock tower and smiled, saying, "See, I told you it would be easy.
Because in the face of absolute power, mortals will show their weak and compromising side.
Now you can select some knights and guards who have surrendered to us and start building an army based on them.
Gather all adult men in the city over the age of sixteen and under the age of thirty-five.
We now need to raise a strong army to fight against the Kushan Empire."
"You want to mobilize all the young and middle-aged labor force?"
Mordred was slightly stunned.
Because this is really too cruel and will greatly reduce the efficiency of production activities in the entire society.
The Kingdom of Midland was a typical agricultural and handicraft society, with young and middle-aged men accounting for a very high proportion of the labor force, and many heavy physical labors were simply beyond the ability of women to endure.
Especially in agriculture, the loss of a large number of male laborers means reduced production, and reduced food production means famine and death.
But Hansel responded with a grin: "That's right! I want to turn this country into a big military camp!
A war machine that completely obeys my will!
As for the people living in this country, they can either join it and become a part of the war machine, or wait to be tortured to death by the coming famine and war.
I have no interest in wasting time on lengthy agricultural production.
Food shortage?
Are you short of weapons and equipment? Are you short of daily necessities? Then go grab them!
Go plunder! As long as we defeat the army of the Kusha Empire, wouldn't their vast territory be the perfect target for burning, killing and looting?"
While saying this, Hansel did not conceal his horrifying evil aura at all.
Because in his eyes, mortals are nothing more than candies wrapped in plastic. By peeling off the flesh, one can taste the delicious soul inside.
So he wanted to see mortals killing each other in war, and see people gradually abandon their reason and turn into cruel and selfish beasts in order to survive.
The unwillingness, anger and regret that these people feel when they struggle hard and finally find that they have given up so much and cannot escape death are exactly the taste of the soul that Hansel likes the most.
"Turning this country into a war machine of no return? Sounds like fun!"
Mordred pursed his lips in an interested expression.
She returned to the palace without saying a word, promoted several surrendered knights, and ordered them to take some guards with them to start recruiting soldiers from house to house in the capital and surrounding villages and towns.
In just a few days, he forcibly recruited an army of 150,000 people.
You have to know that this is not a small number, but a terrifying force that can drag down the entire country's finances and food reserves.
Even when the Hundred Years' War between the Midland Kingdom and the Yoda Empire reached its most intense, their total military strength did not exceed 70,000.
To be precise, most of the time it only remains between 30,000 and 50,000.
But Hansel was different. He just started to increase the number of troops to the maximum extent and ignored all the logistical supplies, agricultural and handicraft production.
In order to ensure that this army was combat-ready, he did not immediately confront the Kushan Empire head-on, but instead turned his attention to the surrounding neighbors.
For example, the extremely wealthy French Palace and its subordinate churches, and the coastal trading city-states.
In short, Hansel brazenly launched wars against these countries, and directly lifted the seal on the army, allowing them to burn, kill and loot at will after defeating the enemy.
In just less than ten days, more than five cities and thousands of villages were looted.
All the young and middle-aged men who survived were reduced to slaves. They were either incorporated into the legions as cannon fodder and coolies, or sold in large numbers to slave traders.
Women were even more miserable. Most of them were subjected to inhumane humiliation and violation at the first opportunity, and then either sold to slave traders or thrown into brothel camps to become tools for soldiers to vent their animal desires.
With the help of this kind of robbery on a country basis, the new recruits who were originally afraid of war and killing soon changed their attitude.
Not only are they no longer afraid of war, but they are beginning to desire it immensely and enjoy the huge benefits that war can bring them.
A poor boy who was looked down upon by everyone in the village before, as long as he becomes a soldier and enters a town, he can immediately get a considerable share of the spoils.
Not only that!
He also had the opportunity to taste the noble ladies and young ladies whom he could not even see on ordinary days.
As for injuries and deaths...
For the residents of the Kingdom of Midland, who had been fighting a war for hundreds of years, it was nothing.
Compared to poverty, hunger and lack of hope, death is never a terrible thing.
So under Hansel's rule, the Midland Kingdom, which was originally on the verge of death, suddenly burst out with incredible potential.
Especially those officers and soldiers from the grassroots, not only did they not have the slightest resistance to this dictatorial and brutal ruler, but the more battles they fought, the more they supported him.
Because as long as they can win, Hansel and Mordred will really give money, power and women.
The environment where anyone with ability has a chance to succeed regardless of bloodline has caused this group of civilians who have been suppressed for hundreds of years to burst out with unimaginable enthusiasm.
Although this huge army, which relied on plunder to survive, was extremely brutal and left almost no grass growing wherever it passed, no one could deny their strength.
In particular, Hansel also used his own divine-like powers to transform the human body, transforming many officers and elite soldiers into monsters that could unleash divine or spell-like abilities.
Half of them were sent directly to the border to fight with the monster army of the Kusha Empire.
At this moment, in the Tower of Judgment in the Hall of the King of Law, the Apostle of the Egg has begun to breed a new body for Griffith to complete his second reincarnation.
Various apostles are also constantly gathering in this area under the call of the power of God's Hand.
As a result, this continent presented an extremely strange scene.
The area ruled by Zuo Si in the west was desperately advancing technology, improving productivity, and carrying out social changes. Various advanced guns, cannons, trains, and machinery emerged one after another. People began to gradually break free from the shackles of ignorant religion and superstition and began to enter an industrial age dominated by rationality.
To the east, there was a scene of demons dancing wildly, with the Apostles, the Hand of God, the Kusha Empire ruled by the Emperor of Terror, and the Midland Kingdom transformed by Hansel all coming on stage one after another.
Even the French King's Hall has been reduced to a pathetic background.
The contrast sharp that cannot be described in words makes the east and west sides of the continent seem like two worlds separated physically.
Right now, in the Judgment Tower of the Hall of the King of Popes, Serpico was flipping through a piece of latest information just sent by the shapeshifter, his eyebrows almost twisted together.
Because the Kingdom of Midland suddenly turned into a mad dog that bites whoever it catches, he had no idea what was going on.
In particular, many of the Vatimio family's businesses suffered huge losses as a result.
As a result, the material supply and economic sources of the entire French Royal Hall were severely damaged.
At present, many places including the Tower of Judgment have begun to implement a strict rationing system. Civilians are beginning to have no food to eat and can only barely survive on dead rats, captured birds, tree bark, weeds, and rotten garbage.
Every day, there were more and more corpses of people starving to the point of skin and bones on the streets of the city.
It is said that in some places there are even signs of cannibalism.
It is obvious that the entire eastern region of the continent has been completely out of control and is no longer bound by any order.
Although it was quite chaotic before and countries fought each other every now and then, they were at least brothers and sisters who believed in the same religion in name. The king and nobles had to listen to the words of the French Royal Hall and give some face.
But now, as the Kingdom of Midland under Hansel's control declared war on the French Palace and smashed this symbol of divine power to the ground, many people have begun to lose their awe of the French Palace and God.
After all, as the spokesperson of God, it was so miserable that thousands of clergy were killed, raped, and sold into slavery. However, the army that did these things not only did not suffer any punishment or retribution from God, but became more and more powerful and richer. Even the most devout believers could not help but wonder whether this God really existed.
As a monotheistic religion, what the Pope's Office fears most is this kind of large-scale questioning of absolute authority.
Because once doubt begins, smart people will soon discover that those dogmas and doctrines are full of logical contradictions, loopholes and unreasonableness.
Of course, the most deadly thing was that after the hungry poor found that they would not be punished or robbed of church property, they would not be punished or vengeful by God. As a result, attacks and thefts on monasteries, churches and manors became more frequent, and the public security situation deteriorated to an irreversible level.
What's even more terrifying is that in order to resist the invasion of the Kingdom of Midland, the French Royal Hall dispatched a large number of military forces to the border, leaving the interior extremely empty and completely powerless to deal with the situation.
Serpico even felt that if things continued to develop in this way, it would not be long before the French Palace would be completely defeated and ruthlessly massacred.
After reading the last word, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, put the letter close to the candle and lit it, then sighed with a wry smile: "Alas - I really can't understand this world of ice and fire anymore. I don't know how my father is doing now, I hope he can wake up soon. Otherwise, the Vatimio family may be completely finished."
"Are you worried about your family and relatives?"
The shapeshifter disguised as Miss Farnese asked with a half-smile.
"Family? Relatives?
Ha ha ha ha!
I think you seem to have misunderstood something.
For me, there is only one real relative, and that is Farnese.
As for the others, they are just familiar strangers.
It's up to them whether they listen or not."
Serpico shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, threw the letter that was about to burn to ashes into the fireplace, stood up and looked outside through the window.
The interrogators and jailers were seen escorting groups of people tied with chains, slowly entering through the gate into this tower that exuded the smell of blood and death.
Judging from their clothing and nutritional status, these so-called "sinners" were actually just starving poor people who were trying to snatch some food from the church to fill their stomachs.
Unfortunately, most of them either failed or didn't run away after grabbing the items, so they were caught here and killed as a warning to others.
Anyone who knows anything about the Tower of Judgment knows that the chances of any prisoner who enters this place being able to walk out alive are very low.
Basically, they either confessed their crimes and were executed because they could not bear the torture, or they were tortured to death by terrible means.
In recent days, the number of prisoners dying in the Judgment Tower has exceeded fifty every day.
This was not a trial at all, but a massacre of the rebel lower class by the upper ruling class.
The French Royal Court is using this method to actively reduce the population within its rule in order to alleviate the severe shortage of various daily necessities including food.
Similar situations are constantly happening in armed monasteries and churches across the country.
Although there is no clear figure, Serpico believes the death toll is at least in the tens of thousands.
As for those who died of starvation, disease and plague, the number was even greater.
Now he is increasingly convinced that the god worshipped by the Dharma King's Hall is an out-and-out evil god.
Otherwise, as long as this God still has even a shred of conscience, he will never be so numb as to turn a blind eye after seeing what the church is doing today.
Watching the numb-eyed prisoners entering the Judgment Tower one by one, Serpico suddenly asked, "How is your investigation going on with the Apocalypse?"
“Sorry, there is not much information on this yet.
The only thing we know is that the Book of Revelation existed much earlier than the birth of the Hall of the King of Popes.
It is a difficult poetic way of predicting the future.
According to the records of successive Dharma kings, the above prophecies have almost all come true without exception.
The church's top leaders attached great importance to this, and only the King of France knew where the original manuscript was stored.
We have not yet formulated a plan to replace the King of Dharma and control the entire King of Dharma Hall, so we have not chosen to take action. "
The shapeshifter bluntly told the information he had.
As he and his kind began to spread throughout the East with the Hall of the King as its center, an unknown network was quietly unfolding.
It is precisely because of the infiltration of these shapeshifters that Serpico knows so much about the dark side of the church.
For example, a bishop whom he once admired very much actually had seven or eight mistresses in secret, and he also arranged his illegitimate children in positions with the most benefits.
From then on, he no longer believed in any of the senior leaders in the church, let alone the ridiculous idea that God loves the world.
If Zuo Si had not said in person that there existed a God of the Abyss in this world who was created by the evil thoughts of all mankind, he would have even believed that even God was fabricated by these sanctimonious hypocrites to deceive the world.
"Do you think that the Dharma Kings of all generations possess some unknown powerful power?"
Serpico narrowed his eyes and asked in an uncertain tone.
If it were in the past, he would definitely not ask such a stupid question.
After all, no matter from which angle you look at it, the King of France who claims to be the only spokesperson of God in this world is just an old man.
But after seeing the dungeon where Zuo Si imprisoned the apostles, seeing those shapeshifters with terrifying powers, seeing the monster army of the Kusha Empire, and seeing the officers and soldiers of the Midlan Kingdom who were transformed into monsters, Serpico finally began to realize that this world is not as simple as he imagined.
Especially those legendary monsters, demons, and goblins, may not only exist in myths, but may have actually existed.
But later, for some unknown reason, these things disappeared from the human world.
But now they may be coming back.
“Not sure.
Out of caution, we did not make any tentative moves towards the King of France.
Because that is too risky and may lead to your own exposure.
But it's a different story if you give the order.
After all, you are the one who has the power to make the decision, and we are just a group of executors."
The shapeshifter raised the corners of his mouth into a playful smile.
Just as it said, Zuo Si deliberately and maliciously handed over the command of all the shapeshifters to the fox-faced young man.
As long as he doesn't betray them, these cybermorphs will obey every order he gives 100%, even suicide.
This power to control the life and death of others undoubtedly put Serpico under great pressure, but it also made him taste the wonderful feeling of controlling the life and death of others.
"No, I don't need to."
Serpico rejected this tempting proposal without hesitation.
The reason is simple. He is not an adventurous person, so he is instinctively wary of the unknown.
In his opinion, the Hall of the King of Law was able to expel fairies and witches from this continent and establish an unshakable divine authority, so it must possess some kind of powerful force.
Otherwise, why would those kingdoms and nobles respect the King's Office and even allow it to be above them? "So what are you going to do next? You know, the entire Eastern Continent has been plunged into war, and the situation is rapidly developing in the direction of being completely out of control.
No one knows what strange things will suddenly pop up in the next second.
And I have a feeling that the French Palace and the theocracy they established may not last long.
Because the new king of Midlan doesn't look like a man who believes in God."
When saying this, there was a hint of amusement in the shapeshifter's tone.
Coming from New Phyrexia, it was natural for him to not know that Hansel was the descendant of the great father of New Phyrexia.
But he did not say it out loud, but selectively concealed it.
After all, this kind of thing does not need to be revealed to an outsider.
In the eyes of the Cybermorph, Hansel's death means that the game is about to change from the boring cause-and-effect game of the God of the Abyss to a battlefield between quasi-divine powers and planeswalkers.
"What does your master say?"
Serpico raised his head and looked at the shapeshifter that looked exactly like his sister.
Although he usually still behaved like the real Farnese, and even treated her as a substitute for the eldest lady several times, whenever he was about to lose his way, the other party would reveal his true identity to restore him to consciousness.
He also discovered that these shapeshifters had no so-called "emotions" at all. They were just a group of ruthless camouflage machines, and the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness they expressed were merely simulated.
When they feel the need to change their identities, they will immediately target their most familiar and seemingly best friends or even lovers.
The longer they spent together, the more Serpico instinctively feared creatures like shapeshifters and Zuo Si, who could control them.
"The master wants you to pay more attention to the Tower of Judgment under your feet."
The shapeshifter extended his right index finger and pointed down at the ground.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
Serpico blinked in confusion.
To be exact, ever since Zuo Si mentioned that he wanted to pay attention to the Tower of Judgment, he directly asked someone to help transfer it over.
But every day, apart from seeing countless prisoners being tortured to the point where they were neither human nor ghost, nothing suspicious was discovered at all.
The Shapeshifter sneered and explained, "Something extremely terrifying is being nurtured here! The sudden influx of prisoners recently is accelerating the process. Soon, the Dark Eagle predicted in the Apocalypse will be born."
"The reincarnation of the Hand of God?!"
Serpico's face suddenly changed.
"That's right! Otherwise, why do you think so many apostles have gathered here recently?
All this was arranged by the God of the Abyss!
Soon this place will become a real battlefield of demons.
You will then witness the beginning of this wonderful show.”
After saying that, the Shapeshifter no longer paid attention to Serpico's reaction and turned around and walked out of the room.
Serpico stood there motionless, his two squinted fox eyes flashing with a terrifying light.
The battlefield of the demon god? When he thought of this word, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and he also began to worry about his own future and the future of mankind.
Because compared to those horrible monsters, humans are too weak and too fragile.
As for this aspect, you only need to look at the battle record of the Kusha Empire's monster army to get a glimpse of it.
Most countries did not even have the ability to withstand the charge of those super-giant war elephants. They often collapsed after one round of impact and were killed by the subsequent cavalry.
Not to mention the human flesh and blood, even solid city walls can rarely withstand the impact of a monster weighing tens or even dozens of tons.
So in terms of the combat effectiveness of the army, the Kusha Empire is almost the ceiling of this world, and any obstacles blocking their way forward are easily cleared away.
Many countries even knelt on the ground and surrendered to the terrifying empire without the courage to resist.
But what is the result?
Such an invincible army was now being beaten to a standstill by the monsters from the Midland Kingdom, and the latter were fighting from all sides like mad dogs.
In Serpico's eyes, the east of the continent has now become the battlefield of the demons.
It’s just that the devil himself has not yet taken action in person, he has only sent his troops to fight each other.
Once the Hand of God completes his reincarnation and leads the Legion of Apostles to join in, the contest between the two sides will turn into a three-way melee.
In addition, new forces that are rising at an unimaginable speed in the Western continent may join in at any time.
Perhaps others were not very clear about what Zuo Si had hidden under his palace, but Serpico knew it clearly.
There are things there that are enough to make the whole world tremble! And those increasingly powerful artillery, explosives and machinery are also quietly changing the mode of war.
It was obvious that Zuo Si had left a huge psychological trauma on this young man when they met last time, so much so that he still couldn't get over it after so long.
All he wanted to do now was to find a way to survive the center of this terrible storm, that's all.
As for what was hidden under the Tower of Judgment, he didn't want to know at all, and had no intention of investigating.
What a joke! The apostles alone are scary enough, not to mention the hand of God that towers over them.
As a smart man, Serpico's greatest strength is that he listens to advice, never does things beyond his ability, and never has an overly strong curiosity.
He positioned himself as an intelligence collector, someone who would pass messages on behalf of Zuo Si when necessary.
Things like fighting were never even considered.
…
At the same time, in the royal palace far to the west of the continent, Zuo Si also received news from the east.
After seeing what his son did in the Kingdom of Midland, he immediately couldn't help but laugh and teased, "It's not easy. He has been suppressed by his sister until now, and now he finally dares to stand up and resist in his own way."
"Resistance?"
The dark prince Graya, who had just arrived from another time and space, showed a surprised expression.
"yes."
Otherwise, why do you think he suddenly made such a move? Just to have some fun? Or to devour more souls? No, neither.
He was showing me that he was not willing to stand by little Annie.
Obviously, even though he didn't know who I was, he had already begun actively looking for allies."
Zuo Si directly exposed Hansel's little plan.
Because it's not hard to guess.
In fact, Hansel has been trying to break free from the control of his rebellious and willful sister.
But unfortunately, the first few attempts failed, and he was severely punished by little Annie.
From then on, he began to learn to hide himself and pretend to be a good boy until he found the right opportunity.
Little Anne, who had no experience, thought that her brother had already submitted to her tyranny, but she didn't know that Hansel had always seen her rebelliousness and willfulness and had learned from her.
After all, how can a rebellious sister teach a good and obedient brother?
However, since Hansel has not yet ignited the spark to become a planeswalker, he has to choose to be patient for the time being.
"Hahahaha! It sounds like sister has done something that has shot herself in the foot again, hasn't she?"
The Dark Prince Graya couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.
Although he never doubted little Annie's ability, he was a little bit dissatisfied with her moody, changeable and always unpredictable personality.
Because except for lunatics and psychopaths, no one would like to stay with an emotionally unstable person for a long time.
"There's nothing I can do. This is determined by the nature of the quasi-divine power. It's like you like darkness and hate light and you can't change it. And don't you think it would be a good lesson to let Hansel backstab little Annie at the critical moment?"
Zuo Si had obviously already started thinking about how to trick his daughter.
After all, simply turning the famous British filial son, Mordred, into a follower was a naked and undisguised provocation to his "old father".
It would be terrible if this was paired with Frostmourne.
You have to strike hard!
"Do you need my help? You know, I'd be happy to help as long as it's about dealing with my sister."
The dark prince Graya smiled with a gloating look on his face.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not necessary.
Because I have found out how to crack her method of reversing cause and effect.
And as long as I devour and fuse the God of the Abyss, she won't even have the chance to activate the Planeswalker Spark and escape.
Now what I want to know is what this little thing on earth is interested in, so that she would appear here and collect Behelet.”
Grete responded somewhat helplessly: "I'm sorry, father, I don't quite understand my sister's motives, and I don't know which time and space she has been to.
The only thing that is certain is that she is definitely not here now, otherwise she would have come to your door to confirm your identity a long time ago.
Of course, if you allow me to contact my brother or sister's two followers, maybe I can get some useful information."
"Forget it. It's easy to alert them if we contact them now. It's better to continue to maintain a sense of mystery."
Zuo Si rejected the eldest son's suggestion.
"Father, I can also help you deal with my sister!"
There was a silver light flashing in Gretel's eyes, and she suddenly waved her fists vigorously twice.
Even though she almost caused a disaster when she was just born, after being trained by the Dark Prince for a period of time, she became much more obedient than the rebellious little Annie, and she became more and more like a caring little girl.
"Haha, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not so weak that I need help to deal with a rebellious daughter. And I promise that it won't be long before you can reunite with your twin brother."
Zuo Si reached out and touched the girl's head lovingly.
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