You deserve this! The cowards of the Kushan Empire are no match for us! It won't be long before I lead my army to defeat them!
Then head east to conquer the entire vast territory of the Kushan Empire!"
Mordred stood on the table, holding up his glass, and gave a victory speech to his officers and soldiers.
Because not only did they once again thwart the Kushan people's attempt to push the front line forward, but they also consumed a large number of the monster army and made adequate preparations for the upcoming counterattack.
Yes, counterattack.
As a rebellious person, Mordred will not be satisfied with just passive defense.
The main reason why she has not yet taken the initiative to launch an attack is that she has too few troops available.
Especially those officers and soldiers who have undergone enhanced transformation can only barely defend the border line at present, and are simply unable to launch a full-scale attack to confront the Kusha Empire, which has a vast territory and strategic depth.
Because if the Emperor had a sound mind, he would not choose to fight a decisive battle with Mordred. Instead, he would give up some of the conquered lands to lure the enemy deep into his territory, and then let the remaining legions directly attack the homeland of the Kingdom of Midland, destroying the country's war potential through plunder, massacre and enslavement.
Without logistical supplies and human resources, no matter how powerful an army is, it will begin to collapse from within.
As Mordred, who once launched a rebellion when King Arthur was on an expedition across the sea, and then defeated the invincible army led by his "father" while he was well-rested, he obviously knew this better than anyone else.
So she chose to endure temporarily, planning to wait until the rear completely defeated and occupied the surrounding countries including the French Palace, integrated the opponent's wealth, war resources and manpower, and then launched a full-scale war with the powerful Kusha Empire.
It has to be said that compared to the ascetic leader Altria who has too much sense of honor, responsibility, and morality, Mordred is undoubtedly a leader who is more likely to be supported by the army and soldiers.
The reason is simple.
She never needed to maintain any "dignity as a king". After every battle, she would drink and party with her subordinates, and give praise and encouragement to those who performed bravely on the battlefield.
That kind of unconcealed enthusiasm, as well as the ruthlessness, bloodthirstiness and cruelty towards the enemy, undoubtedly had a huge impact on boosting morale.
Looking at the high-spirited appearance of the young girl general, Guts, who was forcibly dragged here, couldn't help but let out a wry smile. He raised the glass and took a big sip of malt liquor, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
In fact, what he is least good at dealing with is people who are unusually enthusiastic and a bit too familiar.
To some extent, Griffith was able to break his heart that was sealed with ice because of this kind of "persistence" without any sense of boundaries.
But at that time, Guts was still a young man with no emotional experience, so he unknowingly integrated into the Eagle Group led by Griffith and even regarded it as his home.
But now, after experiencing the sacrifice in the demon-raising ritual, his resistance in this regard has become much stronger.
After all, as a sacrifice, he would attract apostles and monsters wherever he went.
This is definitely a very dangerous thing for the people around.
Although Mordred has demonstrated his great power as a heroic spirit, these transformed officers and soldiers of the Midland Kingdom are not ordinary people.
But Guts was still unwilling to involve them in the feud between himself and Griffith.
So he planned to leave as soon as he had eaten and drunk his fill.
As for the war between the Kingdom of Midlan and the Kusha Empire, he could not intervene, but he was not prepared to intervene.
Moreover, compared with the chaotic and demonic scene in the east of the continent, Gus prefers the prosperity, order and people's hopeful mental state for the future shown in the area ruled by Zuo Si.
That's what a normal world should look like.
He even thought on the way that maybe after he killed Griffith, he could consider taking Casca to a small village in the west to settle down, so that they would no longer have to fight or kill anyone and could spend the rest of their lives in peace and stability.
Unlike those ambitious people who want to change the status quo and cross classes through war, Guts has been on the battlefield as a mercenary since he was nine years old, so he knows very well how terrible and cruel war is.
In his more than ten years of mercenary career, he had witnessed too many deaths, including those caused by fierce fighting between soldiers on both sides of the war, the army's massacre of civilians, and even many people died at the hands of his own sword.
He was tired of living like this, tired of having to take other people's lives to survive.
Just as Guts was eating the stew in his bowl and thinking about his life and future, a young man who looked only 18 or 19 years old suddenly opened the door and rushed into the hall, shouting in a breathless voice: "No... It's bad! There was a riot in the Judgment Tower of the King's Hall. Many monsters suddenly appeared out of nowhere and killed all the living people in that area. Our Ninth Legion was almost wiped out."
"What? Monster!"
"Hey, hey, hey! This must be fake, right? The Ninth Army has two special operations squadrons. How could they be completely wiped out?"
"That's right! That's the most powerful army besides us."
…
For a moment, the whole hall was filled with discussions, and almost everyone's first reaction was disbelief.
In order to completely destroy the religion and theocracy in this land, Hansel equipped this army that was specifically designed to destroy the French King's Hall with cyborg officers and soldiers second only to those on Mordred's side.
Normally speaking, before cannons became popular, it was almost impossible to annihilate such an army.
The young man who reported the news took a sip of the wine handed to him by someone else, then wiped his mouth and continued, "It's not clear what happened exactly yet. But someone reported seeing a winged bull-horned monster with a beautiful man with long silver hair sitting on its back. They flew across the sky above the Tower of Judgment and headed southeast."
Hearing this, Gus, who had been acting as if it had nothing to do with him the previous second, suddenly stood up from his chair the next second, and his whole face became extremely hideous and terrifying.
Obviously, from the other party's simple description, he was almost certain that the horned monster was the first apostle he encountered that year - the Undead Zod.
And the person riding on Zod's back is definitely the enemy he has been looking for - Griffith.
Just as Zuo Si had told him before, the demon king who became the Hand of God finally returned to the world in the form of an Eagle of Light.
Gus didn't care at all about what happened.
He only knew that the anger and hatred accumulated in his heart had finally found a channel to vent.
Mordred obviously noticed Guts's reaction and immediately came closer to ask, "Do you know something?"
"If I'm not mistaken, the ones who caused all this were the Apostles and the Hand of God. My old friend Griffith is back."
After saying that, Guts walked straight to the outside of the castle fortress and soon turned into a small black dot.
apostle?
God's Hand? Although the officers and soldiers of the Kingdom of Midland present were very unfamiliar with these two words, Mordred knew very well that this meant that the God of the Abyss was finally about to begin his end.
Perhaps it is dissatisfaction with the current turbulence, chaos and lack of control over the world situation, or it may be a counterattack against outsiders.
In short, the Hand of God is, to a large extent, an extension of the will of the world.
The destruction of the French Royal Palace and the Ninth Legion was no accident, but a signal of declaration of war.
After realizing this, Mordred no longer had the heart to play war games with the Kusha Empire, and immediately cast a teleportation magic to return to the capital of the Kingdom of Midlan.
As soon as she appeared, she saw Anastasia was furious, but Hansel was lying on the chair with an indifferent look, enjoying the grapes and other fruits brought to his mouth by the maids.
"Damn it! I've only been away for a few days and you guys have made such a big fuss?
Did you forget what the little master told you before he left? Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! But what about you?
They actually took over the Mitlan Kingdom and started wars everywhere, turning the whole world into a mess!"
Anastasia was clearly so angry that she was about to explode.
Since she had just met the witch of this world, Flora, and learned about the underworld, the God of the Abyss, and the law of cause and effect, she understood how serious the consequences would be if such blatant and undisguised acts of destruction were to occur.
In particular, the possible counterattack from the God of the Abyss is definitely not something he can handle.
But Hansel simply sneered and retorted, "Come on.
My sister just wants to control the underworld of this world and strengthen her power through multiple mysterious blessings.
So by doing this, not only will we not disrupt her plan, but we will also speed up the process.
She doesn't care what we do, she only cares whether the final result makes her happy.
What's more, I am not one of your followers, and the orders she gives you have no influence on me at all."
"Master Hansel! Have you forgotten that there is a price to pay for making the young master unhappy?"
Anastasia tried to shock the other party by bringing up little Annie.
Unfortunately, Hansel, who had already made up his mind, didn't buy it. He responded with a look of contempt: "What if I'm unhappy? Does she dare to kill me? Besides, that's between her and me. It has nothing to do with you."
Seeing that this "young master" was unwilling to care about the daily necessities of life, Anastasia finally realized the seriousness of the problem.
Because if she had moved little Anne out before, Hansel's attitude would definitely soften or even retreat.
And every time this happens, it is inevitably accompanied by the younger brother's resistance against the older sister, and sometimes it even turns into a battle that is enough to destroy an entire space and time.
To be precise, several time and space were completely destroyed by this pair of siblings.
Just as Anastasia was hesitating whether to take the risk of sending a message to her young master who had been away for a long time, Mordred walked over and said in a serious tone, "The God of the Abyss has taken action. It sent out a reincarnated God's Hand and a large number of apostles to destroy everything near the Judgment Tower in the Hall of the King of Law."
"Oh? When did it happen? Why haven't I received any news yet?"
Hansel suddenly became interested.
As a powerful quasi-divine power, he is obviously not afraid of the God of the Abyss of this world. Instead, he is eager to rush into the sea of thoughts and devour the sinful souls inside.
In his eyes, the place that mortals regarded as hell was actually a large cafeteria full of delicious souls.
Mordred answered without hesitation, "It should take no more than two days. The capital is too far away from the Tower of Judgment, but my side is closer."
"Which God's Hand is it?"
Anastasia asked with a serious expression, and it was not difficult to tell from her eyes that she now wished she could strangle this rebellious, impulsive, and brainless British filial son to death.
"Judging from his motives, it should be the Dark Wing who was just promoted to Demon not long ago - Femont.
It is said that when Griffith was still a mortal, he always longed to establish a country of his own.
The rest of the God's Hands should have already severed all their humanity and are gradually merging with the God of the Abyss."
Hansel stroked his chin and gave his guess.
“You guessed right.
According to eyewitnesses, the Hand of God had long silver hair and incredible beauty.
It won't be long before all the apostles in the world will bow down at his feet.
Therefore, the enemies we have to deal with now are not only the Kusha Empire and the Emperor of Terror, but also the Legion of Apostles under the command of this Hand of God.
Of course, the worst-case scenario would be for the Emperor to succumb to the hand of God."
When saying this, Mordred not only did not show any worry, but instead looked particularly excited and eager to try.
She couldn't wait to fight with the strong men in this world and enjoy the excitement and joy that the battle brought.
As for whether the Kingdom of Midland would perish because of this, she didn't care.
"So...we are about to begin a contest with the will of this world?"
Hansel's mouth corners slightly raised in a chilling smile.
"Don't mess around! I will tell the little mistress everything that happened here immediately. She will be back soon."
After saying this, Anastasia quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
At this moment she finally realized that the situation was completely out of control.
Especially Hansel, he is definitely not someone he can control or stop.
Because any confrontation with the will of the world usually has only two results.
One is to successfully suppress or even kill the world's will, causing the entire space-time to collapse. Even if it does not collapse, it will fall into disorder for a long time.
The other reason is that the world will is extremely powerful, which in turn suppresses Hansel, who is a quasi-divine being.
If anything happens to this "young master" by then, it will definitely lead to catastrophic consequences.
…
At the same time, in the Spirit Tree House far away in a dense forest, the witch Flora was chatting with the Skeleton Knight who came from afar.
Since the two had known each other for a long time and were very close friends, they both looked very relaxed.
After taking a sip of hot tea, the witch Flora asked with a smile, "You came all the way to see me, aren't you here to ask about the girl who suddenly visited me a few days ago?"
The Skeleton Knight nodded slightly: "Yes, that's her.
Because I have investigated and found that there is no record of her and the people around her being born or growing up in this world. It is as if they suddenly appeared out of thin air.
And there is no sense of the law of cause and effect at all in her body.
This was obviously very abnormal, just like the new king of the Midland Kingdom and Roald I who was rapidly rising in the west of the continent.
Their appearance makes the world more and more chaotic, even I can't see the trajectory of fate and future clearly. "
"So you're nervous, scared, and afraid?"
Flora asked back with a chuckle.
The Skeleton Knight immediately corrected him: "No, I just want to use your wisdom to find out the truth."
"Then why don't you go directly to talk to His Majesty King Roald I in person?
From what I understand, he has already met Guts and given him very powerful powers.
Moreover, the reforms implemented in the western part of the continent have seriously shaken the God of the Abyss's control over the laws of cause and effect and destiny of this world.
The rolling tide of the times has quietly changed the fate of countless people.
If you can get his help, you will definitely be able to break the causal protection of the Hand of God and successfully kill your most hated enemy - Boyd."
Flora looked at the two cold stars twinkling in the eyes of her old friend and gave her own advice.
But the Skeleton Knight shook his head and explained: "No, you don't understand how dangerous that man is. I was almost discovered just by trying to get close to him. And I'm sure he has a very high level of attainment in the soul. I don't want to lose my soul before completing my revenge."
"What about Gus? You saved his life during the sacrifice ceremony, why don't you ask him for clarification?"
Flora continued to ask without changing her expression.
"I'm not sure if Guts is still the Guts I know. If that man is really a god-demon, Guts is most likely his God Hand now."
The Skeleton Knight did not hide anything and expressed his concerns openly.
But Flora put down the teacup in her hand and said, “No, you are wrong, my friend.
Gus still has the rebellious spirit of pursuing freedom.
He was not swallowed by the darkness, but walked his own path more firmly.
He is no longer a fish leaping out of the water, but a bird with wings that can fly freely. "
"You mean...I should go meet him?"
The Skeleton Knight's tone was filled with a strong sense of uncertainty.
As a person with the ability to travel through time and space, he wanted to show up and talk to Guts several times on his way back to the east of the continent, but he held back in the end.
Because he didn't know whether Zuo Si had done anything to Gus.
In particular, the energy released by Guts during the battle is exactly the same as the spiritual and soul energy that permeates the underworld.
“That’s right.
Since you want to know the truth, the best way is to talk to the person involved.
Otherwise, always avoiding the problem will never solve it.
As for the girl who came to see me, I promised her that I would never reveal the content of the conversation to anyone, so don't waste your time."
After that, Flora stopped talking and concentrated on sipping her tea.
The two of them just sat there staring at each other in silence for several minutes. Finally, the Skeleton Knight stood up, mounted his horse and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
"The truth? Do you mean that those who bring about change are from another world?"
Flora gave this disciple of hers a half-smile.
The little girl nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, that's right. If he knew this, wouldn't Mr. Skeleton Knight be so confused?"
But Flora stood up and walked closer, touched the girl's head with her old right hand, and replied in a very gentle and kind voice: "No, Schirky, you think the problem is too simple.
If I told him this, instead of him suddenly realizing it, he might become even more confused.
In comparison, it is better to tell him nothing and let him dig out the truth bit by bit.
Also, how is your study of that new magic book going?"
"this?"
The little girl called Schilky took out a thick book from behind her, and a joyful smile quickly appeared on her young face.
“I have learned four of these spells.
I have to say, this is really amazing.
Because the magic recorded on it is completely different from the traditional way witches cast spells.
It does not rely on thoughts and complex consciousness, but instead emphasizes the absorption and control of magic power.
It seems that Miss Anastasia is a very powerful magician."
Seeing the light flashing in her disciple's eyes, Flora couldn't help but sigh slightly: "She is more than amazing. She has the magical power to easily destroy a city or even a country. In front of her, even the most basic magic has a success rate of less than 30%. "
"So Miss Anastasia is a great and powerful magician?"
Shierji looked at him with a look of shock and a hint of admiration.
After all, Anastasia looks so young, just like an underage girl.
"No, it's even better than that. Maybe even the Fairy King can't compare to it. That's why I made that deal with her and helped you get this magic book."
Flora stroked her disciple's hair lovingly and gave the answer.
To be exact, when she first met Anastasia, she was also very shocked that such a huge amount of magic power could be stored in a person's body.
However, after learning that the other party was not a human being at all, but a heroic spirit from another world, the shock did not disappear but became even more severe.
But unfortunately, what she could exchange for was too little, so she couldn't get a glimpse of what the multiverse the other party was talking about was like. She only got this magic book and some information about the Hand of God and the underworld.
"Understood! I swear to study hard and never let you down, teacher!"
Schirky was obviously well aware of the preciousness of this magic book and held it tightly in his arms.
Although she was very young, as the favorite disciple of the old witch, she had already learned a lot of magical knowledge and understood how valuable such a book was.
Moreover, many magic spells can make up for the shortcomings of the traditional witch casting method that requires a long time to prepare.
"Very good. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to surpass me one day. But before that, I hope you can set off to the west of the continent to meet the man with the power of a demon god."
As she spoke, Flora took out a bag from the cabinet and handed the things and money inside to her disciple.
"Me? Alone?"
Shierji pointed at his nose with an expression of disbelief.
Because she is not even twelve years old this year and is a little girl who has never traveled far.
Although he has mastered powerful magical powers, he knows almost nothing about the outside world and has no common sense about life and travel.
But Flora had obviously made up her mind, and replied very simply: “Yes, you are alone.
Because I am too old to travel long distances.
Here is some money and stuff you'll need along the way.
Remember, compared to monsters and apostles, human hearts are the most terrifying things in this world.
You need to be wary of all the witches around you and try to hide your identity as a witch as much as possible."
"Okay, I see."
After a brief silence, Schirky took the bag and agreed.
In her eyes, this was just another test given to her by her teacher, just like the previous ones.
It's just that this time I need to travel a long way.
Without any hesitation, the sweet and cute little girl with short hair quickly packed her luggage and left the Spirit Tree House to embark on an unknown journey.
She had no idea that by making these arrangements her teacher was actually preparing to end his own life.
Flora knew very well that after Griffith's second reincarnation, he would definitely come and kill her.
This is not determined by the personal will of the Hand of God, but by the order given by the God of the Abyss behind it.
Because from the moment she joined forces with the Skeleton Knight to resist fate, her ending was already determined, and there was no other possibility.
…
On the other side, in an abandoned open space, Griffith, who had just been resurrected in the form of Eagle of Light, was looking into the distance, while his mount Zod stood there motionless without saying a word.
After several minutes, Griffith turned around and looked at a huge rock standing on the weeds. He asked without any emotion, "You have been waiting for me here for a long time, right? Don't you plan to show up and say something?"
Before he finished speaking!
Zod immediately raised his fist and rushed forward to smash it hard.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With a deafening explosion in the air, the stone turned into countless dust and gravel that flew everywhere.
When the dust that obscured his vision completely dissipated, Zod saw that his powerful fist was actually blocked by a young man with black hair and black eyes with just one finger.
This instantly aroused his competitive spirit and his instinct to fight against the strong.
Before Griffith could give any instructions, Zod started waving his fists left and right like a madman.
But unfortunately, things did not develop as he expected, but were completely blocked by an invisible force field.
The other party didn't even bother to raise a finger, completely ignoring his existence, and said with a faint smile on his face: "It's not easy, I finally met the man that Gus has been thinking about forever.
I have to say, the first impression you gave me was not very good.
Because men should not be labeled with the prefix of beauty.
That is too feminine and sissy, and will make people feel very uncomfortable.
And some of the things you do are really disgusting.
Let me make it clear in advance that I am not opposed to using any means to achieve one's goals, but I find it a little unacceptable to have no bottom line and even sell one's ass.
If you don't mind, could you tell me what it was like when you slept, kissed, and had sex with that ugly old gay governor?
What allowed you to endure all this without vomiting? According to the one-night stand you had with Princess Sallut, your sexual orientation should not be that of a man.
Or are you a bisexual who is attracted to both men and women?
That's why he was so angry and lost after being abandoned by Guts.
Because the love you gave him didn’t get the response you wanted? "
You don't need to ask to know that there is no other person except Zuo Si who can ask so many outrageous questions in one breath.
Ever since he noticed that Griffith had completed his second reincarnation, he immediately came to this place to wait for the other party, intending to meet and say hello first.
"Are you the outsider that the God of the Abyss is paying attention to?"
Griffith did not answer any questions, but stared at the other person with his eagle-like eyes.
"Haha, yes, it's me. And it gave me this."
Zuo Si directly took out the Overlord's Egg from his pocket and shook it in front of the other party.
moment!
Zod, who was still desperately attacking in the previous second, immediately jumped away and looked at everything in amazement in the next second.
As a high-ranking apostle who has lived for who knows how many years, he recognized the Overlord Egg carried by Griffith back then, and also told Guts about their fate.
So he knew the origin of the Overlord's Egg and what it represented.
But the problem is that normally, this thing should only appear once every two hundred and sixteen years, and a new Hand of God will be born with large-scale sacrifices.
But now this common sense has been broken.
It has only been two years since Griffith was promoted to a demon, and someone has actually obtained a new Overlord Egg.
Could it be that there will be a grand spectacle of six divine hands on the same stage?
Or when the new Hand of God is born, Boyd, as the oldest "Archangel", will merge into the God of the Abyss and become a part of it?
Most importantly, why is this young man holding the Overlord Egg so powerful? What is the invisible force field surrounding his body? Zod has too many questions in his heart that need to be answered.
Griffith's expression became obviously complicated after seeing the Overlord's Egg, as if the remaining humanity in his subconscious was awakened.
Because he did not cut off his connection with the material world like other God's Hands.
The two escaped sacrifices, Guts and Casca, are the best proof of this.
With Griffith's strength after he became a demon, it would be extremely easy to kill them.
But from beginning to end, he never showed any intention of killing the two people. Instead, he chose to ignore and let them go again and again.
Perhaps he, like the Emperor and the Count, has the potential to perform a second sacrifice, or even form a relationship similar to that between the Christian God and Jesus.
After all, Griffith still has a lot to sacrifice, whether it is Guts, Casca, or the Millennium Empire he longs to build.
"Why don't you speak? Could it be that this Overlord Egg has brought back memories of your past?" Zuo Si asked while fiddling with the red Behelet in his hand.
"No, I'm just wondering what it would be like when someone like you initiates the sacrifice. Would you feel pain and sadness for sacrificing the people you cherish and love, and would you feel regret when the power of the abyss surges into your body?"
Griffith suddenly raised the corners of his mouth into an extremely vicious smile.
Zuo Si burst into laughter upon hearing this.
“Hahahahaha!
What makes you think I need to make a sacrifice? And what makes you think there is someone in this world who can force me to use the Overlord Egg to start the sacrifice? Dear Griffith, you are wrong about one thing, that is, I am fundamentally different from you.
When you got the Overlord's Egg, you were a pathetic weakling, a fragile mortal.
That's why you were tortured by the interrogator to a point where you would rather die than live, and why you sacrificed your flesh and blood in the despair of shattered ambitions for those members of the Eagle Group who had always followed you, trusted you, and admired you.
You are like a stupid, pathetic, selfish and willful child. You have no idea what you really want and what price you are willing to pay for it.
That's why when you realize you've failed you refuse to accept it and instead turn to some power that's not your own to change it all.
But I'm different.
Not to mention the difference in strength between us, the difference in spiritual, ideological and psychological awareness alone is huge.
From the moment I set out on this path, I knew what I was doing, what I wanted to achieve, and what price I was willing to pay to achieve my goals.
If all my efforts come to nothing one day, I will gladly accept my failure, or even my complete demise from body to soul.
Instead of believing in getting help from some unknown existence by sacrificing the people most important to you.
Admit it, Griffith.
Compared to Gus, who is always fighting against fate, you are a complete loser, a ridiculous clown.
Everything you did after becoming a demon was just to fill your empty, lonely, and regretful heart.
Because the real Griffith was already dead from the moment the sacrifice began.
Dark Wing Femont is nothing more than the evil thoughts left after stripping away most of humanity. He is part of the evil thoughts of all mankind, a pathetic tool without even a self. "
As these words came out, not only did Zod's face change, but Griffith's face, which was as beautiful as a woman's, also became extremely distorted, hideous and terrifying.
Because nothing hurts more than telling the hard truth.
In a rage, Griffith finally revealed his true identity as the Demon King. He suddenly raised his hand and wanted to attack Zuo Si with the law of causality.
Unfortunately, before he could release his power, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Looking down, he saw that Zuo Si had suddenly crossed the distance in space and smashed the causal protection bestowed on all the hands of God with his fist. Not only did he break the ribs of this body, but he also shattered its fragile internal organs. He instantly flew out like a cannonball, tumbling on the ground, leaving a gully that was dozens of meters long.
For ordinary people, enduring this kind of attack basically means they can skip rescue and be buried directly.
But Griffith is obviously not an ordinary person.
Not to mention the loss incurred by the Egg Apostle in nurturing his body, the law of causality of the Hand of God alone ensures that he cannot be killed by normal means.
In the blink of an eye, the guy climbed up from the ground, and all his injuries were healed in an instant.
It goes without saying that this is the power bestowed on the Hand of God by the God of the Abyss. It is also the reason why the Skeleton Knight has been unable to kill even a single Hand of God for thousands of years.
"Want to use the law of cause and effect against me? You are so naive! And compared to my rebellious and naughty daughter, your attainments in this field are simply weak." Zuo Si sneered contemptuously while standing in place.
Griffith wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the rage in his heart and asked, "So you came all the way here just to mock me, ridicule me, and attack me? Do you think I still care about these things now?"
"No, I am just telling you a cruel reality and confirming the extent of the power of the Hand of God.
But the result disappointed me.
You are too weak. You are an absolute weakling both in strength and in your heart.
I am now quite certain that you will eventually be killed by Gus, who will become my chosen one.
The God of the Abyss behind you will also face a complete failure.
Because its concept of fate and cause and effect is wrong in the first place."
Zuo Si made the assertion directly.
Because apart from the law of causality, the so-called Hand of God is completely useless. It has neither an indestructible body nor the power to control energy and release magic.
No wonder the Hand of God always behaves so passively when facing the attacks of the Skeleton Knight and Guts. They all seem to be very high-end, but in fact they are the manifestation of the lack of offensive means.
And usually, they exist in the form of semi-spiritual bodies, just like the gods in the universe where the continent of Faerun is located.
Only when a channel connecting the two worlds is opened, or when a new body is obtained like Griffith, can one appear in the material world.
Otherwise, it can only appear in the underworld or a deeper abyss.
"Arrogant!"
Griffith's voice suddenly became low and hollow, and even the light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by indifference and depth.
"Oh, it wasn't easy, you finally showed up. Should I call you the God of the Abyss? Or the collection of all the evil consciousness of humans in this world?"
Zuo Si was obviously not frightened by the sudden change, but instead showed an interested expression.
After all, this was his first time coming into contact with the will of this time and space.
It would be great if I could take this opportunity to deepen my understanding of the dark side and evil of human nature through conversation.
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