Chapter 879: Women’s Jealousy (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Looking at Viscount Lister Roald’s menacing eyes, and then looking at the menacing eyes lying on the bed, he no longer had any will to survive and was just single-minded. Mrs. Narberal, who was begging for death, Zuo Si suddenly let out a slightly contemptuous laugh.
“Hahahaha!
Interesting, I haven’t encountered such an interesting thing for a long time.
If you don’t mind, can you tell me that you are using Behei? What was sacrificed when Wright was killed?
Is it his wife and newly born child?
Or the older brother you once admired and loved?
Or are both part of the sacrifice?
Did you feel pain when you sacrificed them?
Do you feel regret and guilt when you think back to them now?
Is this also the origin of your twisted and morbid feelings for Mrs. Narberal?
Don’t deny it!
The fact that she is the only one who can give you these cursed heirs speaks volumes.
After all, the essence of Behelet is the medium that connects with the God of the Abyss in the Sea of Thoughts, and the God of the Abyss will fulfill the wishes of everyone who offers sacrifices.
And this kind of desire is not the kind that many people talk about all day long, but a real desire hidden in the heart that maybe even I am not aware of. ”
"Aren't you from the empire on the other side of the sea? How do you know these secrets?"
Viscount Lister Roald frowned subconsciously.
“Do you think the God of the Abyss, the Hand of God and the Apostles only exist on this continent? No, they exist in the entire world. So please answer the question I just raised.”
Zuo Si started to take the initiative with a smile.
Although he looked so small in front of the huge apostle, the aura he exuded was completely different from before.
As a fairly keen person, Viscount Lister Roald quickly noticed this change, and immediately frowned subconsciously and asked: "Are you trying to delay time?"
Zuo Siqing Shaking his head: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to hear your story, the war that permanently changed the trajectory of your life, and your unique destiny and cause and effect. When you finish answering my question, I I will tell you my choice.”
“Huh! Boring curiosity!”
Viscount Lister Roald curled his lips in disdain, but remained patient. Responded: "You guessed it right, I sacrificed my brother, wife and newborn child. Because only in this way can I gain powerful power to reverse the outcome of that losing war. As you can see, I lost something, but I gained something at the same time."
"So...your wish is to win the war to ensure the continuation of the family and allow it to continue to grow and develop?"
Zuo Si could peek into the other person's heart with just one sentence.
Because whether it is the Hand of God or an apostle, the desire itself is often reflected in the image and ability after transformation.
In addition to representing bravery and fearlessness, the lion also has another unknown symbol, which is family and leadership.
In particular, the tentacles on the lower body of Viscount Lister Roald should be used for reproductive activities.
Build a pride of lions through the reproduction of offspring with some of their own characteristics and abilities through a specific mother.
But what's interesting is that he seems to be able to only have offspring with women from his own kin who grow and age quickly.
Is this some kind of curse or price?
Or is the God of the Abyss or the Hand of God deliberately playing tricks on this apostle who has not lost all his humanity and can still continue to sacrifice?
Of course, these are actually not important anymore.
Because Zuo Si already understood why the God of the Abyss was created by mortals in this world.
Just like the birth process of the Chaos Evil God in the subspace of the Warhammer Universe.
Jealousy, anger, unwillingness, greed, sadness, loneliness, pain, despair...
All these violent waves of negative emotions are constantly stimulated and catalyzed by the environment of long-term war and disorder. , continuously gathering into the deepest part of the sea of thoughts.
When accumulation exceeds a certain critical point, it will naturally be born.
Zuo Si feels that the time when the God of the Abyss developed self-awareness is far less ancient than people imagine, about a few thousand years, and most likely less than two thousand years.
The birth of Boyd, the oldest hand of God today, is a landmark watershed.
It was his sacrifice that ended the empire and order that Overlord Garcelik had finally established, plunging the continent into boundless chaos and war, which in turn gave rise to more negative emotions in humans, and then The remaining Hands and Apostles of God were created one after another.
The essence of the God mentioned by Fawangtang is the worship of the God of the Abyss.
So Boyd can be said to have personally started the entire era of violence, constantly strengthening the power of the God of the Abyss so that it can carry out more and more powerful interference in the real world.
Of course, the Skeleton Knight Overlord Garcelik is probably not a good guy. He definitely belongs to the kind of conqueror and tyrant who builds massive infrastructure and does not treat civilians as human beings.
This can be gleaned from the reflection of the torture endured during his lifetime behind the terrifying appearance of Boyd, Hand of God.
In addition, any monarch who achieves unification by force of conquest is basically impossible to be kind. Things like massacre of cities and genocide must be commonplace.
After all, to reintegrate so many long-divided regions, the first thing to do is to cleanse the original vested interest groups in each force and suppress by force all those who dare to resist.
And when unifying ideas and culture, we also need to arrest, kill, and exile on a large scale to ensure that all things that may cause division are eradicated.
So Zuo Si has always felt that the grudge between the Skeleton Knight and Boyd should be dog bites dog, and there is no such thing as a victim at all.
If I had to label the former, it would be just a persistent "Avenger".
Looking at the insignificant mortal standing in front of his apostle form, still maintaining grace, elegance, courtesy and indifference, Viscount Lister Roald finally spoke slowly after a moment of silence: "I am very When we were young, our father always taught us that in this dangerous and chaotic world, family is the only trustworthy support for everyone.
We must defend it and protect it at all costs.
Water, fertilize, and deworm it like a tree until it grows into a towering tree that can shelter all family members from the wind and rain.
Because I always think that I can create my own legend with my own hands and sword like the heroes in the legendary stories.
What's more, the person who will inherit the family in the future is my brother, so I don't need to bear that heavy and boring responsibility at all.
But that war changed me.
Faced with the waves of enemies coming at me, I realized that I was just a mortal. Even killing a few mercenaries who didn't even have armor was extremely difficult, and I even almost died in their hands.
In the end, my brother and others rescued me from the brink of death.
At that time, I lost an arm and my knees were shattered by a war hammer. I could not stand or walk. I could only lie on the bed like a useless person and watch others fight.
But even so, I still have servants to serve me attentively, and I don’t have to worry about being left to fend for myself like other injured soldiers.
From this moment I understood the meaning and importance of family.
My father is right, family is the only support, and it is a tree that can protect all members from wind and rain.
If one day it is destroyed, those of us nobles who rely on our family to obtain power, status and identity will also disappear.
When the castle was breached, I, already a disabled person, felt a strong desire to save my family.
Because I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be one of those wounded soldiers who are randomly abandoned to fend for themselves..."
"Behelet responded to your extremely strong desire, summoned the hand of God and completed it. sacrifice.
As an apostle, you can easily defeat those fragile ordinary enemy soldiers.
Even killed the noble lord who tried to forcibly seize the hereditary territory of the Roald family.
In the end, you not only saved your family, but also became the master of this land.
But the only problem is that you lose the ability to produce healthy offspring.
For a family, there is nothing more terrifying than the death of an heir.
After all, this means the severance of the bloodline, and it means that no matter how much wealth, land and power one holds, one will eventually make a wedding dress for others.
And Mana is the last hope of the entire family, and also your last hope.
This also explains why you have never arranged any marriage for her in these years.
Once she marries another noble family, it means she may break away from the Roald family.
So you have been waiting, waiting for someone like me to show up. ”
Zuo Si spoke at a leisurely pace and directly revealed all the thoughts and secrets hidden in the other party’s heart.
Like all those who became apostles through sacrifice, Viscount Lister Roald also went through three very obvious stages in his life.
The first stage is full of ambitions, dreams and hopes, thinking that you can make a difference with your abilities and talents, or even change the entire world.
The second stage is to suffer a heavy blow in that war. From the body to the spirit, you are completely defeated and fall into boundless despair. In the end, you rely on a strong will to survive and a certain person or thing. The obsession finally triggered the resonance of Behelet to summon the hand of God, and then became an inhuman apostle through sacrifice.
The third stage is the process of losing humanity and gradually adapting to the identity of an apostle.
If you observe the comparison carefully, you will find that this is simply a replica of Griffith's life trajectory.
They were all once full of hope, full of vigor, and always felt that they could do anything.
But later they all suffered misfortunes for various reasons. One became disabled in the war, while the other lost control of his emotions because of Gus's running away. He used the princess as a tool to express his sexual desires and was imprisoned by the ghost father King. They were tortured, and when they were rescued, they couldn't even take care of themselves.
Finally, when they fall into despair, regret, and strong desire for dreams, ambitions, and desires, Behelet will appear in time to help them realize their wishes in some dark and twisted way.
Perhaps this is the way the God of the Abyss controls destiny and interferes with cause and effect.
It is weaving a huge network to continuously amplify the dark side in all human hearts.
"I have satisfied your curiosity, now it is your turn to give me a clear answer."
Viscount Lister Roald's tone revealed naked impatience.
Because he hates the feeling of not being able to control the situation and being led by the other party.
"Don't... don't agree to him! The Roald family has been cursed! Take Mana and run!"
Nabella, who originally had no strength to speak due to childbirth, Mrs. Alfred struggled to get up from the bed at some point, broke free from the shackles on her legs and feet, and stood directly in front of the apostle's huge body.
"Hahahaha! Do you think you can buy him time to escape?"
Viscount Lister Roald stared at the frail woman in front of him and laughed contemptuously.
But before he could reach out and push her away, Zuo Si suddenly stepped forward to stop him and said: "I don't think you should laugh at Mrs. Narberal.
After all, Courage is the greatest hymn of mankind.
Especially when a mother stands up to face danger and death for her child.
The selflessness and maternal love that shines with the brilliance of humanity. Even as an enemy, you should be given the minimum respect.”
"Oh? Do you know what you are doing?"
Viscount Lister Roald's tone and eyes suddenly became dangerous.
Mrs. Narberal immediately turned around, with an expression of disbelief on her face, and urged in a slightly excited voice: "Go! Go quickly! Mana is entrusted to you!" Tell her that I am an unfit mother and have never been able to help her escape from this devil's cave."
"Go away!"
The furious Viscount Lister Roald opened his fangs. His big mouth roared, and at the same time, the penetrating tentacles rushed toward his brother's widow at lightning speed, trying to capture this woman who could bear children for him.
He was obviously reluctant to kill this woman, but wanted to drain all the potential of the mother's body.
But just when the tentacle was about to touch Mrs. Narberal, Zuo Si suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
The next second...
Boom! ! ! ! ! !
A huge force that cannot be described in words directly hit the abdomen.
In his apostle form, Viscount Lister Roald felt as if he had been hit hard by a battering ram. His feet instantly flew backwards uncontrollably, creating a large hole in the hard rock wall on the spot, and then hit him hard. Fell to the ground inside the castle.
The horrifying scene not only shocked the noble guests who came to prepare for the formal wedding, but also the servants and soldiers who knew the true face of the Viscount.
The former were stunned because they had never seen an inhuman monster like the apostle, while the latter were stunned because they could not imagine what kind of power could defeat the powerful apostle.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zuo Si slowly walked to the edge of the hole in the room wall, jumped straight down from a height of more than ten meters, and joked in a half-joking tone: " You know? In fact, what I’m not good at is fighting with bare hands. To be exact, this is my first time hitting someone with my fists, and it feels surprisingly good.”
“You’re an apostle, too?”
Viscount Lister Roald shook his head twice and quickly got up from the ground.
Obviously, the fall from a height of only ten meters did not cause any substantial damage to him. On the contrary, the punch on the stomach caused a large amount of blood to spurt out of his mouth and nose. It was obvious that his internal organs were damaged. Severely injured.
“No, I will not be stupid enough to sacrifice anything important to myself. What’s more, even if I am willing to sacrifice, the God of the Abyss is too brave to accept it.”
Zuo Si said as he slowly moved forward.
"Will! I need weapons!"
Viscount Lister Roald apparently ignored the issue of his identity being exposed and shouted directly at a knight in the distance who looked to be in his fifties.
The latter did not hesitate for even a second and quickly rushed into the side door of the castle.
About six or seven seconds later, he transformed into a smaller half-apostle and rushed out carrying a big knife that was more than four meters long and as wide as the door panel, and used all his strength to move towards the two of them. thrown in the direction.
Buzz!
With the sound of the blade cutting through the air, this super sword spun and flew towards Zuo Si.
For a normal person, if he cannot dodge in time, he will definitely be cut in half with a knife, even if he is wearing heavy armor, it will be useless.
Because the weight and size of this thing have obviously exceeded the limit of armor's defense, it can even be used as a blunt instrument without an edge.
At the same time, Viscount Lister Roald also realized that this was an excellent opportunity. He grinned and rushed forward, waving his claws, intending to attack from both front and back.
"Idle time is idle anyway, let me see what you are capable of."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly and he turned sideways, keeping the huge blade close to his own The nose flew over.
The strong air flow even blew his hair up.
Viscount Lister Roald, who just happened to rush forward, grabbed the blade and made a powerful backhand sweep.
Huh——
The wind caused by this blow directly rolled up the soil, gravel and weeds on the ground, obscuring the view.
"Damn it! Who can tell me what happened? What happened to that monster that suddenly appeared?"
A slightly fat noble lord stood on the windowsill and asked sternly.
Not only him, but dozens of other surrounding nobles who were preparing to attend the wedding with their families also showed expressions of shock and fear.
"The sound made by the monster just now sounded like Viscount Lister Roald."
Another aristocratic woman in her forties warned cautiously.
"What? Viscount Lister Roald!"
The male noble who was suspected to be a relative standing nearby opened his mouth in disbelief.
But soon, his expression suddenly changed, he touched the beard on his chin and whispered: "Yes! I remembered it!
Do you still remember the war a few years ago? ?
Count Enlil was clearly in sight of victory, but failed at the last moment.
No one knew what happened, not even Lister Rohr, who won. Viscount De remained silent and did not want to take the opportunity to publicize his victory
Do you think there is a possibility?
Did he rely on his ability to transform into a monster to win in the first place? "Oh - my God!" So we've been living next to a monster this whole time? This is absolutely terrible! "
"We must leave here immediately! "
"Want to leave? It's too late! Look at the position of the two people, they just blocked the entrance and exit to the door. To approach him at this time is to seek death. ”
"Then what do you think we should do? Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"
"No! Of course not! We can wait for that foreign prince to defeat Viscount Lister Roald."
>"How do you know that he will definitely win? What if Viscount Lister Roald wins? Even if it is to silence us, he will kill us all!"
"Damn it! Stop arguing. ! Now we can only unite..."
Just as the nobles were arguing, the dust that had been raised finally dissipated, revealing the terrifying ravines on the ground that had been cut by the sword.
But fortunately for them, Zuo Si, who was the only one who could collide with the apostle head-on, was not dead or even injured. Instead, he stepped on the big knife that had penetrated the ground with one foot.
Viscount Lister Roald was pulling back hard, but no matter how hard he tried, the four-meter-long sword did not move at all, as if it was being suppressed by some invisible force.
What's going on?
What happened?
Everyone in the entire castle was confused and puzzled by this scene.
Because judging from the body shape alone, Viscount Lister Roald, who was trying to form, obviously had an overwhelming strength advantage. The lion-like body shape and hair were all bulging with exaggerated muscles.
Compared with him, Zuo Si feels more like a personable and knowledgeable person who will never be associated with fighting or violence.
But the strange thing is that now it is a foot that is not as thick as the tentacles of the opponent's lower body, crushing the non-human apostle in terms of strength.
“Tsk, tsk, you are really weak.
As an apostle, do you only have this sad strength?
Don’t have any other superpowers?
For example, breathing fire, using elemental powers such as lightning and frost?
Or maybe you can summon a door from another dimension to teleport instantly? ”
When saying these words, Zuo Si’s tone clearly revealed dissatisfaction and disappointment.
Because the apostles in this world are essentially transformed from human beings, most of them are The physical defense is quite limited, and Lenger's steel sword and hand-held cannon without any magic can be used to severely damage or even kill him
Therefore, for him, apostles without superpowers are of no value to even the slightest research.
"Asshole! You really hide it well enough. Why didn't I realize that you are such a dangerous person before? Remember, you forced me to do this."
Li Si Viscount de Roald finally realized that the young man with black hair and black eyes in front of him was not the mortal he had dealt with before. He raised his head and roared like a lion towards the sky.
This sound seemed to have some kind of magic power, quickly spreading throughout the castle.
In less than three to five seconds, the half-apostles who originally maintained human appearances showed their original shapes one after another, and their bodies rapidly expanded and became larger and larger.
It is not difficult to tell from the wildness revealed in the vertical pupils of their eyes that they have lost their minds at this moment and have completely turned into beasts that obey the orders of the "leader of the pride".
"Come! My children! Come to your father! I will lead you on a great hunt! It's time for the world to hear the voice of the Roald family!"
Viscount Lister Roald no longer concealed his identity, but instead issued an announcement to everyone in the castle.
After a while, there were hundreds of semi-apostles surrounding Zuo Si from all directions, but they did not take the initiative to attack, as if they were waiting for orders.
Because animals like lions are not loners like tigers and leopards, they live in groups based on blood ties and have a strong social nature.
"No! No! No! How is this possible! Then...that monster is actually my uncle?"
The noble girl Mana collapsed on the ground, her whole body shaking uncontrollably like chaff. , the pupils of the eyes are dilated to the extreme.
She simply couldn't believe that her uncle, who was usually so gentle and considerate to her, was actually an inhuman monster.
No wonder that whenever she got too close to her uncle, Narberal, as a mother, would sabotage it and even warn herself to keep her distance.
Paris, who was standing not far behind, murmured to herself in a very low voice: "So this is the true face of Viscount Lister Roald. The master is really powerful. He actually started from the beginning. I noticed everything from the beginning.”
"What? Soth knows his uncle's true identity?"
Mana turned around suddenly and stared at the young and beautiful maid.
Paris nodded slightly: "Yes.
The master once said that when you proposed marriage at the dinner on the first day, if he didn't agree, your uncle would immediately feel pain.
I think from that moment on, the master knew the true identity of Viscount Lister Roald.
It's just that he didn't act rashly, but waited for the other party to take the initiative to reveal his identity. "
"What about me? Who am I? ”
Mana’s spirit and emotion had obviously collapsed, and tears kept falling down her cheeks.
Because she suddenly realized that all the love and happiness she had felt before were Fake is a bubble built on lies and deception.
Now as these bubbles shatter, she sees the darkest, dirty and ugly cruel reality of the world.
"You?"
A hint of jealousy appeared on the maid's face. She walked straight up and pinched the delicate face that was already crying, and said in an almost cruel tone: "The greatest meaning of your existence is to help. The owner has completed legal control of this territory.
In addition, because you are somewhat pretty, he may pamper you for a while, or even let you conceive a few more children. .
But you can never expect to understand him as well as I do, to win his trust, and to be his best helper
Only me!
Only me!
You can always follow his footsteps to complete that grand blueprint. ”
Someone once said that a woman’s jealousy is one of the most terrifying things in the world.
Because it will completely distort a woman’s thoughts and consciousness, and it can’t be dealt with in serious cases. Good will swallow up reason and turn into a completely unreasonable madman
Obviously, Paris is a typical example of this at this moment.
The strong jealousy made this once innocent, kind, helpful, and clean young girl become very vicious, and even wanted to strangle the noble lady in front of her to death with her own hands.
In this way, she can enjoy the favor of her master exclusively.
Unfortunately, she cannot do this, nor can she bear the serious consequences of destroying her master's plan, and she is even more afraid of being abandoned because of it.
Under the training of Zuo Si, who is proficient in psychology and human nature, Paris has completely fallen. She is completely an obedient pet and spiritual slave. The meaning of life is to follow her master and provide her with the best service. .
So her strong jealousy can only be vented through these vicious words.
You must know that due to the influence of the God of the Abyss, there are not many mortals in this world who are mentally normal, and they will all have some problems to one degree or another.
And negative emotions are often inexplicably amplified.
“No!
You are lying!
Soth loves me!
Only I can be his wife!
Because a pariah like you has no noble bloodline at all, so he is destined to be a miserable maid! "
The noble lady Mana didn't know whether it was because she was stimulated or was also affected by the God of the Abyss. She stood up suddenly, pushed Paris away, and screamed in retort.
“What did you say? ! "
The maid lady was obviously deeply stung by the word "untouchable".
When she worked as a waitress in a bar, her sense of class was not so obvious.
After all, the guests in the tavern are basically either civilians in the town, or mercenaries and businessmen traveling from north to south. Everyone is on the same level, so it is impossible to say who looks down on the other.
But after entering this castle as a personal maid, the strict class barriers and the nobility's emphasis on bloodline made the girl clearly feel the invisible but insurmountable huge gap for the first time. .
For the first time, Paris hoped that she could be born into a noble family, so that the distance between herself and Zuo Si would not be so far away, let alone watching her true love marry another woman, just Because the other party's identity is a noble.
Mana undoubtedly caught the maid's reaction, and immediately wiped away her tears and sneered: "So what if you understand him, gain his trust, and even climb into his bed?
You are destined to hide in the shadows and not be able to stand openly in the sun.
Even your children will only be illegitimate children without inheritance rights and can only serve as slaves for my children.
And do you think if Soth knew your current ugly appearance, he would still like you? ”
In an instant!
Paris froze in place, with unconcealable shock in her eyes.
She couldn't believe that the noble lady who had suffered a nervous breakdown just now could recover so quickly and launch a counterattack against her.
But fortunately, she quickly woke up and sneered as if she was showing weakness: "What about you?
If Soth knew that you were so mean and mean now, he would still Will he like you?
If I remember correctly, the reason why you are favored by him is because of your original innocent character.
So don't threaten me. I won’t follow your example.”
As the last word blurted out, the two women fell into silence at the same time.
They just stared into each other's eyes, and finally burst out laughing in unison.
The maid girl was the first to stretch out her right hand and said: "Shake hands and make peace. It is not good for both of us to lose in this way, but it may be advantageous to other women."
"I Agree. At least in front of Soth, we must maintain a superficial friendship."
Mana also extended her right hand to shake it.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that when the two hands are held together, they are secretly competing, and even the knuckles begin to turn white due to excessive exertion, and the pain is unbearable before they reluctantly let go.
But fortunately, neither Paris nor Mana had received corresponding training, so the final result was that the former was slightly better.
After all, the maid used to carry plates and wine glasses in a tavern, so her fingers and palms need to be stronger.
Mana, who had never done any physical labor, had five bright red fingerprints on her hands.
The only good thing is that she was trying on a wedding dress today so she wore a pair of white lace gloves on her hands, so she couldn't see clearly from the outside.
While the two ladies upstairs were fighting with each other, the apostle Viscount Lister Roald down below finally launched a siege with his monster heirs.
Taking advantage of Zuo Si's dodge, he successfully pulled out the broadsword that was trampled on the ground and swung it wildly, with the intention of chopping him alive into pieces.
"Interesting! Can you share vision and hearing with these own children? Can you even control their movements to a certain extent?"
In just a few rounds, Zuo Si became very sharp They became aware of the secret of the close cooperation of the "lions".
"Hmph! What if we find out? You are dead today anyway! My heirs and I will tear you apart and devour your flesh and blood."
Viscount Lister Roald slashed Zuo Si's right leg hard.
He was obviously very annoyed by the opponent's flexible movements and incredible speed of nerve reflexes.
You must know that under the siege of the "lions", Zuo Si has very limited space to move and dodge, and every time it is almost a thrilling extreme operation.
But this kind of action, which seems dangerous and dangerous and should almost be classified as lucky, can be successful again and again.
So Viscount Lister Roald changed his strategy and wanted to cause some damage to one of his legs.
As a result, Zuo Si's movement speed will inevitably be greatly reduced.
"Hahahaha! Devour my flesh and blood? Are you sure?"
Zuo Si couldn't stop laughing.
If it weren’t for the purpose of integrating into the cause and effect and trying to make himself look like a normal human being, he would not be able to break his defense even if he stood here and let the "lions" bite him.
Not to mention breaking the defense, just the surrounding defensive force field can break the fangs of these semi-apostles.
Because except for real artifacts, even magic weapons with high enchantment levels cannot pose even the slightest threat to it.
"Shut up! You are just annoying a annoying fly right now!"
While scolding, Viscount Lister Roald began to give instructions through some ability of his apostle. "Lions" beat chicken blood.
In the blink of an eye, the speed and strength of his descendants tripled, and their overwhelming momentum seemed to threaten to engulf Zuo Si at any time.
"Go on! Your Excellency, please use my sword!"
Seeing that the situation was "critical", a nobleman standing on a high place finally couldn't sit still. He quickly took off the sword that had been handed down from generation to generation from his waist and threw it away without hesitation.
He obviously knew very well that if Zuo Si died, Viscount Lister Roald would definitely turn around and kill all outside witnesses, including himself, to block the news.
Otherwise, if word reaches the ears of the king or the Dharma King’s Hall, it won’t take long for a steady stream of people to set foot on this land for fame, honor, money, etc. monster.
"Thank you!"
Zuo Si stepped on the head of a little lion and jumped high, catching the ball thrown by the noble in a smart, elegant and pleasing movement. sword.
Especially the action of pulling the sword out of the sheath is like a dance full of beauty.
After feeling the quality of the sword in his hand for a while, he couldn't help but sigh and complained in a voice that only he could hear: "Is it just an ordinary steel sword made with the steel clamping method?
Well, I shouldn’t have high expectations for the weapons in this world.
After all, before the two worlds are completely connected, this should be considered a low-demon world in a strict sense.
Coupled with the years of war, there is no way to calm down and develop technology and improve craftsmanship
Even if a craftsman occasionally invents something, it is very likely that it will be strangled in the cradle before it has time to spread due to a war.
But having weapons is better than having no weapons, so just make do with it.
Otherwise, it would be too shocking to use fists or magic. "
While speaking, Zuo Si's body had fallen steadily on the ground under the action of gravity, and then he raised a finger: "One minute! "
"What do you mean? ”
Viscount Lister Roald blinked in confusion.
“I mean it only takes a minute to kill you and your pride.
Keep your eyes wide open and watch, don’t blink.
Because this will be the last scenery you will ever see in your life, and it will also be the most gorgeous sword dance.
Thank you for helping me gain the right to rule this land..."
When the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised the sword in his hand and saluted, and then began the ruthless killing.
In just one second, the necks and heads of the two little lion cubs were separated.
Before his head rolled down and a column of blood spurted out from the wound, he stepped on the chest of one of the corpses and jumped into the air. He accurately avoided the enemy who sneaked up on him from behind and did a backflip. In the process, a sword penetrated the eye and killed him.
The moment he landed, he used a sweep to cut off the tendons on the legs of several little lions.
When the blood spurted out from the sky and formed a bloody rain, Zuo Si had already left the area without even a drop of blood sticking to his body.
The graceful and nimble movements like dance formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying fatality.
The nobles who pride themselves on being well-informed simply cannot believe that there are people in this world who can actually turn a dirty business like murder into something artistic and enjoyable...
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