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.
还有，关于那本全新的魔法书你学习研究的怎么样了？”
“这个？”
被称之为史尔基的小女孩从身后取出一本厚重的书籍，稚嫩的小脸上迅速浮现出喜悦的笑容。
“我已经学会了其中的四个魔法。
不得不说，这真的非常神奇。
因为它上边所记载的魔法与魔女传统的施法方式截然不同。
并不是靠意念和复杂的意识，反而强调对于魔力的汲取与控制。
看来那位阿纳斯塔西娅小姐是个相当厉害的魔法师。”
看着弟子眼睛里闪烁着的光芒，芙罗拉不由得微微感叹道：“何止是厉害，她至少有轻松毁灭一座城市乃至毁灭一个国家的魔法力量。我在她的面前甚至连使用最低级的魔法成功率都不会超过百分之三十。”
“这么说阿纳斯塔西娅小姐是个厉害的大魔法师？”
史尔基露出了震惊中带着点崇拜的眼神。
毕竟阿纳斯塔西娅看上去是那么的年轻，完全就是个未成年的少女。
“不，还在那之上。也许就连妖精之王都无法与之相媲美。所以我才会与她做了那个交易，帮你换来了这本魔法书。”
芙罗拉宠溺的抚摸着弟子的头发给出了答案。
确切地说，在第一次见到阿纳斯塔西娅的时候，她也非常震惊一个人的身体里居然可以存储如此巨量的魔力。
不过在知道对方的身份根本不是人类，而是来自另外一个世界的英灵后，那种震惊非但没有消失反而愈发严重了。
但遗憾的是她所能用来交换的东西实在太少，所以无法窥探到对方口中的多元宇宙究竟是什么样子，只是得到了这本魔法书和一些关于神之手、幽界的信息。
“明白！我发誓一定会好好的学习研究，绝不会让老师您失望的！”
史尔基显然非常清楚这本魔法书的珍贵，用力将其抱在怀中。
尽管她的年纪非常小，可作为老魔女的得意弟子已经学会了非常多的魔法知识，明白这样本书的价值究竟有多么珍贵。
而且很多魔法都能弥补魔女传统施法方式需要长时间准备的不足。
“很好，我相信以你的天赋总一天能够超越我。但在此之前，我希望你能动身前往大陆的西方，去见见那位拥有魔神般力量的男人。”
说着，芙罗拉从柜子上取出一个袋子，把里边装的东西和钱递给自己的弟子。
“我？一个人？”
史尔基指了指自己的鼻子浮现出难以置信的表情。
因为她今年还不到十二岁，是个从未出过远门的小萝莉。
虽然已经掌握了强大的魔法力量，可是对于外界几乎一无所知，也没有什么生活跟旅行的常识。
可芙罗拉明显心意已决，十分干脆的回复道：“是的，你一个人。
因为我已经太老了，没有办法支撑的长途旅行。
这里是一些钱和沿途会用到的东西。
记住，相比起魔物和使徒，人心才是这个世界上最可怕的东西。
你需要提防身边所有的同类，并且尽可能隐藏自己魔女的身份。”
“好吧，我明白了。”
史尔基在短暂的沉默过后还是接过袋子答应下来。
在她眼中，这不过是老师给自己的又一次试炼，就如同之前那些试炼一样。
只不过这一次需要出一趟远门而已。
没有任何犹豫，这个长相甜美可爱、留着一头短发的小萝莉很快便收拾好行装离开灵树之馆踏上了未知的旅途。
她压根就不知道自己的老师做这些安排实际上是已经做好了结束生命的准备。
芙罗拉很清楚随着格里菲斯的二次转生，必然会找上门来干掉自己。
这不是由神之手个人意志决定的，而是由其背后那位深渊之神下达的命令。
因为从跟骷髅骑士联手反抗命运的那一刻起，她的结局就已经注定了，没有任何其他的可能。
……
另外一边，在一处废弃的空地上，刚刚以光之鹰形态复活的格里菲斯正在眺望远方，而他的坐骑佐德则一言不发的站在原地一动不动。
足足过了好几分钟，格里菲斯这才转过身注视着一块屹立在杂草上边的巨大石块，用不带一丝感情的语气问：“你已经在这里等了我很久了吧？难道就不打算现身说点什么吗？”
话音未落！
佐德立马就抡起拳头径直冲过去狠狠地砸了下去。
轰！！！！！！！ 伴随着一声震耳欲聋的空气爆鸣，石块当场化作无数的尘埃与碎石四散飞溅。
当遮蔽视线的漫天尘土完全散去，佐德这才看到自己威力惊人的拳头居然被一个黑发黑眸的青年用一根手指挡了下来。
这瞬间激起了他的好胜心与渴望跟强者战斗的本能。
还没等格里菲斯下达什么指示，佐德便像发疯一样左右开弓的疯狂挥舞拳头。
但可惜的是事情并未像他预料中那样发展，而是被一层无形的力场完全挡了下来。
对方甚至连一根手指都懒得抬，完全无视了他的存在，脸上挂着淡淡的微笑说道：“真不容易，我总算是见到让格斯心心念念永远也放不下的男人了。
不得不说，你给我的第一印象实在是不怎么样。
因为男人不应该被冠以美丽的前缀。
那样太女性化、太娘炮了，会给人一种十分不舒服的感觉。
而且你的某些所作所为也实在是令人作呕。
事先声明，我并不排斥为达目的不择手段，但对于毫无底线甚至去卖屁股还是稍微有点无法接受的。
如果不介意的话，能跟我说说你跟那位又老又丑的基佬总督上床、接吻、发生关系时是一种什么样的心情吗？
又是什么让你能够忍受这一切而没有呕吐？ 根据后来和莎尔露特公主发生的一夜情，你的性取向应该不是男人才对。
又或者你是一个男女通吃的双性恋？
所以当年被格斯抛弃后才会表现的那么愤怒、失落。
因为你给予他的爱并没有得到自己想要的回应？”
不用问也知道，能一口气问出这么多离谱问题的家伙，除了左思之外就不会有第二个人了。
自从察觉到格里菲斯完成二次转生之后，他第一时间就来到了这个地方等待对方，打算先见面打了个招呼。
“你就是那个被深渊之神关注的外来者？”
格里菲斯并没有回答任何问题，而是用那双鹰一样的眼睛死死盯着对方。
“呵呵，没错，就是我。而且它还给了我这个。”
左思直截了当把口袋里的霸王之卵掏出来在对方面前晃了晃。
瞬间！
上一秒还在玩命发起攻击的佐德，下一秒就立刻跳开目瞪口呆的看着这一切。
身为一个活得不知道多少年的高级使徒，他当年就认出了格里菲斯身上所携带的霸王之卵，同样也向格斯道出两人的命运。
所以他是知道霸王之卵的来历，以及背后所代表的东西。
可问题是正常来说，这玩意应该两百一十六年才会出现一个，并且伴随着大规模的献祭会诞生一位新的神之手。
但现在这个常识居然被打破了。
格里菲斯这才升魔没两年，居然就有人获得了一个新的霸王之卵。
难道说要出现六个神之手同台的盛况？
还是说当新的神之手诞生后，作为最古老的“天使长”波伊得会融入深渊之神成为它的一部分？
最最重要的是，这个持有霸王之卵的年轻人为何会如此的强大？ 那股环绕在对方身体周围的无形力场又是什么？ 佐德内心之中有太多的疑问需要解答。
格里菲斯在看到霸王之卵后的神情明显变得十分复杂，仿佛被唤醒了潜意识中那残留的人性。
因为他并不像其他神之手一样斩断了与物质世界的联系。
而格斯和卡思嘉这两个逃脱的祭品就是最好的证明。
以格里菲斯升魔后的实力，想要杀死他们简直是再容易不过的事情了。
可从始至终，他都没有表现出想要杀死两人的意思，反倒是一而再、再而三的选择无视、放过。
也许他跟恐帝和伯爵一样，都具备可以进行二次献祭的潜力，甚至是形成类似基督教上帝与耶稣之间的关系。
毕竟格里菲斯还有很多可以献祭的东西，无论是格斯、卡思嘉，还是他渴望建立的千年帝国。
“你为什么不说话？难道这颗霸王之卵勾起了你过去的记忆吗？”左思摆弄着手里红色的贝黑莱特问道。
"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.