A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Pain!

Severe pain!

It was as if every bone, every nerve, and every cell in his body was wailing in pain.

Guts felt like he had a long and terrifying nightmare, in which he fought an unknown monster for three hundred rounds, and finally survived by trying his best.

The feeling of powerlessness and weakness even made him feel like he had died once.

But anyway, after regaining consciousness for a few seconds, he still forced himself to open the only intact eye.

Yes, this powerful black-clad swordsman who killed countless apostles not only lost a hand in the sacrifice of the demon-raising ceremony, but also lost an eye. He was an out-and-out disabled person.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the Piranha Apostle who was close at hand at first sight.

To be precise, it was the human form of this apostle, a skinny old man.

Out of his subconscious first reaction, he wanted to touch the War Dragon Sword and kill it immediately, but he touched nothing.

Then he wanted to use the weapon installed on the prosthesis, but found that the prosthesis had been removed at some point.

Just when his brain was in a mess and he was a little confused about the situation, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Hey, you finally woke up. I thought I might have to dig a hole to bury you at this time tomorrow."

Following the direction of the voice, Gus saw the woman who fed him the potion before he fell into a coma, and the team members with her.

Similarly, Gus also realized that he should be in a carriage at the moment, and the carriage was moving at a very fast speed, but for some reason it was not very bumpy.

After a long silence, he opened his mouth and asked in an extremely hoarse voice: "Who are you? Where are you going? And how long have I been unconscious? Why is this guy still alive?"

"Hey! Don't you think you have too many questions? And I think you should thank you first. If it weren't for the captain, you would have become a corpse long ago."

The little man rolled his eyes at Gus unhappily, obviously quite unhappy with his indifferent and ungrateful attitude.

However, the woman, the captain, responded indifferently: "First of all, the first question is that we are a hunting team affiliated with His Majesty the King, and we are responsible for dealing with matters related to apostles, monsters, and magic.

My name is Margo Salem, and as you can see, I am the captain of this team.

The second question is that we are on our way to the capital, and if nothing goes wrong, we should be there in two or three days at most.

The third question is that you have been in a coma for six days, and you have basically not taken any nutritious food except a small amount of water and batter, so I suggest that you better not move.

The last question is that the apostle is still alive because His Majesty needs him to be alive, that's all."

Hearing this explanation, Guts's originally guarded expression finally relaxed, leaning on the backrest behind him and began to lower his head to inspect his skin, which was originally full of red blood spots, and found that there were dense spots of different sizes on it, and some were even severely peeling.

Although there was no mirror, he was basically sure that his current appearance must be quite creepy.

But fortunately, as the body functions recover, it won't take long for these scars to gradually fade and eventually disappear.

"You were poisoned, a terrible poison. If you hadn't drunk the captain's antidote in time, you would have turned into some kind of fertilizer that can be absorbed by that guy. Because one of his abilities is to gain strength and recover from injuries by eating people."

The youngest boy in the team took the initiative to explain what happened to Guts.

"So you are all the people of His Majesty Roald I?"

Guts found the prosthetic limbs placed next to him and immediately picked them up to install them on himself.

As a person who lacks a sense of security, what he hates most is this state of being extremely weak and unarmed and lacking the ability to defend himself.

So the first thing he did after waking up was not to ask for water or food, but to find the prosthetic limbs first.

The female captain who called herself Margo Salem obviously noticed this, and nodded with a smile: "That's right. We are all elites trained and promoted by His Majesty. For us, His Majesty's orders and tasks are everything. In addition, can you explain where this came from?"

As she said, the female captain took out the exquisite badge from Gus's leather bag containing money.

Especially the royal emblem on it, which is not unfamiliar to members of the hunting team like her.

"You are looking through my things?"

Gus's face showed obvious displeasure.

"Don't get me wrong, we are just not sure if you can survive, so we want to find something to prove your identity, otherwise we don't even know what to carve on the tombstone."

Margo Salem simply threw the purse in her hand over.

The weak Gus did not reach out to take it, but let the leather bag fall at his feet, and glanced at the gold and silver coins in it, and found that everything except the badge was not missing.

This means that the other party is not a greedy person, otherwise he could take the opportunity to kill him and take the huge sum of money.

So he hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath and said: "I received an invitation. This is a token and travel expenses given to me by someone."

"What? Invitation! Did you receive an invitation from His Majesty?"

The little man's voice suddenly rose an octave, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Compared to his reaction, Margot Salem was obviously much calmer. She just joked in a half-joking tone: "Okay, it's about as I guessed. After all, this is my first time with a badge of this level. See. There should be no possibility of it being snatched apart from His Majesty himself."

"According to what you said, wouldn't it be a great achievement for us to escort him to the royal capital?"

The young man asked with his eyes shining slightly.

"Of course! If nothing else, the credit for escorting him should be much higher than catching this useless apostle. It would be great if more points could be awarded. I have long wanted to learn an advanced fire magic."

When saying these words, Mago Salem's eyes revealed a naked and undisguised strong desire, and a red mark appeared on the back of her hand.

Obviously, the members of the hunting team formed by Zuo Si are all humans with magical qualifications in this world.

In other words, he was physically transformed and trained according to the standards of a "witcher", specializing in dealing with supernatural forces within his domain.

Otherwise, it is not his character to allow apostles and monsters to run rampant in his country and massacre civilians.

Since the establishment of these hunting teams active in various areas, the number of civilian deaths caused by attacks by apostles and monsters has significantly decreased.

Some apostles who couldn't hold on any longer even chose to flee.

Facts have proved that nothing in this world can escape the iron rule of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

After all, many apostles are often very afraid of death by nature, so they will naturally choose to escape and retreat when facing enemies that threaten their lives.

The reason why Gus was able to successfully kill the apostles again and again was mainly because most of the apostles looked down upon him because of his human status. They always felt that he had a great advantage, but in the end, the cannon hidden in the prosthetic limb was pressed against his face and opened wide. He was cut in half by the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

But the hunting team formed by Zuo Si is different. All members are professional demon hunters who have mastered magical power.

Many of the weapons, potions and props in their hands are specially designed to restrain the power of the apostles.

Therefore, even a high-ranking apostle like Immortal Zod would find it difficult to gain any advantage from the hunting team.

Especially as Zuo Si's research on apostles and the energy of the underworld became more and more in-depth, the number of similar by-products became more and more, and even gradually formed a complete and independent system.

The eldest lady Farnese was responsible for organizing these things into volumes and storing them in an unknown room under the palace.

Perhaps it won't be long before these books, notes, and experimental records will become the keys to the Age of Magic.

magic?

When Gus heard this word, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

Because he saw a ball of hot flame suddenly emerge from the palm of Mago Salem, and the flame did not burn the skin, but kept swimming around the arm like a snake, and finally slowly extinguished and became Into a plume of black smoke.

The magical flame that could burn out of thin air without any fuel or substance deeply shocked this man who only knew how to fight with a sword.

Gus originally thought that after witnessing the sacrifice that destroyed the Eagle Group, he would never be surprised again in his life, and he would be able to face the situation calmly no matter how outrageous and weird he encountered.

But now his heart was obviously shaken.

If the hunting team trained by Zuo Si can master this kind of supernatural power, can he also obtain it?

With this power called magic, can we kill Griffith, who has become Hand of God Fremont?

So he began to worry about gains and losses, as he didn't have much expectations at first.

He even developed a strong curiosity and interest in Zuo Si.

"Here, drink some water and eat something. I don't want you to die of thirst or starvation before you get to the capital."

The small man directly threw a water bag and a bag containing lumpy portable food like compressed biscuits.

moment!

Gus's stomach made an unsatisfactory growling sound, which was obviously a signal from his intestines and stomach that it was time to eat.

"Thank you!"

Gus nodded politely to the other party, and without caring about being polite, he took two sips of water, and then began to eat heavily.

After eating a few pieces, he decisively put down the bag in his hand.

Of course, this was not because he was full, but because his experience of being injured and comatose many times made him understand that he must not eat more to increase the burden on his gastrointestinal tract at this time, but that he needed to recover slowly over at least a few days.

Otherwise, it can range from vomiting and diarrhea, to starving yourself to death.

As the food in the stomach is quickly digested and absorbed, the blood sugar level in the blood begins to gradually increase, and the weak and weak state is quickly and greatly relieved.

Driven by curiosity, Gus raised his hand to open a gap on the side of the carriage covered with black cloth and looked out. As a result, he saw golden wheat fields on both sides of the road.

Countless farmers are cheering and wielding sickles to harvest, and a large number of wheat ears and wheat straw are piled on the edge of the fields to form spectacular grain piles.

The younger children stood aside waving branches to drive away birds and voles. Cats and dogs also joined the hunt and were happily hunting thieves who were trying to steal their owners' food.

Some even ate too many field mice and birds, their stomachs were already swollen, and they were lazily lying next to the sun.

From the smiles on people's faces, it is not difficult to see that this must be a good year of harvest.

As a mercenary who has been wandering around and participating in wars since he was a child, Gus can't remember when he last saw such a beautiful scene.

At least in the war-torn Kingdom of Midland, most farmers always have a painful and numb look on their faces, and have no hope for life and the future.

Thinking of this, he asked in an uncertain tone: "People here seem to be living well?"

"Of course!

Because His Majesty not only distributed land to them, but also greatly reduced taxes, and provided seeds, fertilizers, and farm tools at low prices.

Otherwise, why do you think the conscripted soldiers in the army rushed forward one by one as if they were not willing to die when fighting?

Because people from serfs and tenant farmers understand that if those nobles come back, everything they have now will be taken away.

So we must completely defeat the corrupt old feudal nobles and make them disappear from this world forever."

When saying this, the youngest boy in the team revealed his admiration and worship for his own king in his tone.

If it weren't for Zuo Si's arrival, he would probably still be sleeping in the barn, huddled together with horses or cows every night for warmth, and always have a kind of stench and smell that can't be washed off.

And he will never forget the beautiful noble lady who was called "kind", "good" and "innocent". Just because she appeared in the stable at an inopportune time to brush a horse, her eyes revealed disgust, disgust and contempt, as if she was not a person at all, but a pile of horse manure or cow manure.

The maid next to the other party did not say a word, and immediately called the servant in charge of managing the livestock to scold him.

After the latter apologized humbly, he took the whip and beat the boy half to death and had a high fever. He almost died.

This is the most true portrayal of the miserable life of the son of serfs and tenants.

No dignity!

No personality!

Not even a little freedom!

From the moment they were born, they were part of the nobles' property, two-legged animals, and their life and death depended entirely on the words of the superiors.

But now, the mountain that was originally pressing on everyone's head has finally been overturned.

Amid the roar of muskets and cannons, castles were uprooted one after another, and countless families were completely destroyed amid screams and wails.

The young man in front of him even led Zuo Si's army that night, and then he pressed the captured noble lady under him and ravaged her repeatedly for an hour, and then watched her being tortured to death by a group of mercenaries.

Since then, he has taken the words that Zuo Si instilled in the hunting team as his life motto, that is, "We are always loyal, we never forgive."

Guts obviously noticed the boy's reaction, but just smiled and didn't say anything.

As someone who had been close to Griffith, he knew that there was a kind of monster in the world that exuded a strong personal charm from head to toe.

They are like peerless geniuses and leaders who can easily learn and understand complex things that ordinary people can't understand in their entire lives, and can always win by surprise and lead everyone to win brilliant victories again and again.

So there will never be a lack of followers and admirers around such people.

Even if one day this person will lead everyone to rush into the abyss of destruction like moths to a flame.

There is no doubt that at this moment in Guts' eyes, Zuo Si's figure has gradually overlapped with Griffith.

In this way, the group continued to move westward along the road day and night. Except for stopping to rest, eat, and change horses when passing through towns, the rest of the time was all on the road.

After Guts's body began to recover gradually, everyone finally saw the rising capital on the horizon.

"This... this is?!!"

Guts, who was sitting in the front row with the coachman, stood up suddenly and stared at the magnificent scene in the distance. He was stunned.

Especially the dense chimneys that kept emitting black smoke, and the steam trains running on the rails full of various goods and people, made him feel as if he was in an absurd dream.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What the hell is this place?

"Ah! Look! The first railway planned before is finally open to traffic. It's so fast. I remember it took only three months?"

Margot Salem was obviously very excited.

Not only her, but also the short man in the team could not help but sigh: "Yes, it's not just fast, it can be described as a miracle.

I really don't know what kind of magic your majesty used to build a railway connecting the mining area and the industrial area in such a short time.

In addition, don't you find that the scale of the industrial area seems to have increased a lot?

I bet the number of factories has increased by at least three times."

"Hehe! With the connection of the railway, the raw materials in the mining area can be transported to the factory continuously, which will naturally promote the expansion of production. If it continues like this, the whole world will surrender to your majesty's invincible army."

The young man grinned with excitement and pride.

Just when Guts wanted to ask what was going on in this strange city, he suddenly saw a group of people with shackles on their hands and feet, being driven by whips to a construction site.

Before he could ask, the bodies of these people who looked like prisoners and slaves began to swell immediately, and finally transformed into apostles of various shapes.

If we have to find a common point, it is that they have a lot of "hands" or "limbs".

Following these monsters that were extremely dangerous, twisted, cruel, and should be wiped out in Guts' eyes, they began to pick up tools to clean up the surrounding trees, gravel and soil, and then laid sleepers on the ground to fix them, and finally connected rails on them.

The terrifying labor efficiency only took more than ten minutes to lay hundreds of meters.

At this moment, not to mention Guts was stunned, even the hunting team was also stunned, and understood how the railway connecting the factory and the mining area was built, and why the order given to the Piranha Apostle was to capture him alive instead of life or death.

Good guy!

They actually captured the apostles and used them as free slaves and laborers.

Not only the apostles, but also skeletons and zombies, undead creatures born under the influence of the energy of the netherworld, can be seen in the transport team.

I guess the capitalists would sigh with tears in their eyes, saying that you are the one who exploits the surplus value.

Obviously, due to the serious shortage of labor at hand, the mad Zuo Si finally reached out to these non-human creatures.

After all, things like building railways and infrastructure construction have always been large investments, long cycles, and low returns.

He doesn't have the patience to use ten years or even longer to advance bit by bit and then complete the construction of the entire national transportation system.

Since it doesn't work step by step, it's natural to find a way to "cheat".

So what in this world can work without eating or drinking for 24 hours a day?

So Zuo Si set his sights on the apostles in the basement as experimental materials, as well as the zombies and skeletons created by the energy of the netherworld.

As we all know, the origin of the necromancy magic in the continent of Faerun is that negative energy affects corpses and creates the first undead creatures.

Some wizards observed this and began to try to figure out the mystery, and then invented various necromancy spells to control these undead to serve themselves.

In the same way, since similar things have appeared in this world, they can naturally be controlled by magic.

So when the magic to control these undead creatures was invented, the undead laborers naturally joined the industrial luxury experience package.

Although these monsters caused a lot of panic and riots at the beginning, after some bold and greedy factory owners and mine owners experienced their benefits, they were immediately in a state of supply and demand.

At present, half of the expansion areas of industrial and mining areas are supported by these undead.

Otherwise, it would be a wishful thinking to build a railway without three to five years.

"Your king is absolutely a lunatic! A complete lunatic!"

Looking at the hundreds of apostles who were honestly moving bricks at the construction site, Gus finally couldn't help but complain.

He even suspected that if he rushed over and killed an apostle at this time, it might be a relief for the apostle.

"Crazy? Maybe, anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing."

Margo Salem smiled noncommittally, then turned around and patted the apostle of the Piranha Plant on the shoulder to encourage him: "See? Those guys' present is your future. Work hard and try to repair more railways."

"Bah! Do you think I will abandon my dignity and become a slave like those idiots?"

The skinny old man spat in anger.

"Hahahaha!

Oh my God!

Are you living like a dog at your age?

You don't think they are doing this voluntarily, do you?

An apostle like you might be worse off than dead if he falls into the hands of His Majesty."

The little man laughed and grabbed the other's hair, slamming his face hard against the ground of the carriage trailer, leaving a dark red blood mark on it.

Guts also showed a slightly hideous smile when he saw this.

There is no doubt that both the members of this hunting team and this terrifyingly large and weird capital city have been quite to his liking so far.

Especially in terms of the attitude towards the apostles.

After revealing their identities to the guards at the entrance, the carriage quickly entered the back door of the palace under the escort of four cavalrymen.

About fifteen minutes later, they finally passed through the layers of security and entered the most secret and core part of the palace.

As soon as they stepped in, Guts immediately heard the creepy screams and wails coming from inside.

The extremely miserable pleading would soften even the hardest hearted.

But soon, the sympathy that had just risen disappeared.

Because when passing by a cell, Guts saw that the unfortunate people fixed to the wall were not human beings at all, but a group of apostles with strange shapes.

The master here was obviously using them for some terrible experiments.

Some apostles even had their limbs separated and their bodies cut into dozens of pieces, but they were still alive and well.

It has to be said that if he had not experienced that terrible sacrifice before, Gus can guarantee that he would not be able to deal with it indifferently now.

Finally, the group came to a room filled with books, experimental instruments, various specimens and medicine bottles.

As the captain, Mago Salem took the lead to step forward and kneel down on one knee, reporting in a very respectful manner: "Your Majesty, according to your order, we have captured the Apostle Gardener."

"Very good! Paris, just take this guy to do a small renovation, and then send him directly to build the railway. It would be a waste for someone with an innate civil engineering body like him not to move bricks at the construction site."

Zuo Si gave straightforward orders to the maid beside him.

"As you wish, Master."

Paris bowed gracefully, then stepped forward and took the hair of the apostle known as the "Gardener" and walked straight in the direction of the cell.

After a while, the latter's heart-rending screams echoed in everyone's ears.

But Zuo Si acted as if he hadn't heard anything, staring straight at Gus standing in front of him. After a full minute, he stood up, took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to other side.

"This is?!"

Gus took the glass and was stunned for a moment, a little confused as to what he was doing.

"Here's to the only warrior in the world who dares to challenge fate and face the bleak life." Zuo Si raised the wine glass in his hand and said.

"Are you talking about me?"

Gus frowned subconsciously.

For some reason, he always felt that when those black eyes looked at him, he was instantly seen through from the inside out.

"Who else could it be?"

Zuo Si asked with a smile, then clinked the glass with the other party, then raised his head and drank it all, feeling the light sourness of the wine remaining on the tip of his tongue.

From the serious look in his eyes, it was easy to tell that he was not simply complimenting him, but he believed from the bottom of his heart that this was the truth.

Because even among the many "protagonists" with miserable life experiences, Gus is definitely unique. He can even be removed as one of the most miserable, and he is the veritable "King of Misery".

Other protagonists with miserable life experiences can at least live a normal life, or experience more or less family affection and love.

But what about Gus?

It was a standard hell start from the moment of birth, an abandoned baby who almost died just after crawling out of his mother's belly.

Even the adoptive mother who treats him best does not really love him, but sees him as a substitute for her aborted child, and may not even be in a normal mental state.

The adoptive father was a scumbag among scumbags, not to mention that he was violated by able-bodied mercenaries when he was young.

Throughout Gus's entire childhood, there were almost nothing but tragedies, and there weren't many scenes that could be called "warm" at all.

But do you think this is the end?

No!

This is just the beginning!

Later, the Eagle Group, Griffith's Demon Ascension and Sacrifice were the real starting point of this purgatory life.

For most people, not to mention experiencing it from beginning to end, even one or two experiences are enough to cause a devastating blow to the spirit, and may even leave a huge psychological shadow for a lifetime.

But Gus survived time and time again. Even if the enemy was so powerful that it made people despair, he never gave up the fight, using his human flesh and blood to fight against the hands of the apostles and gods.

No matter what the final result is, the fearless courage and persistence alone are worthy of admiration.

Through the mutilated body, Zuo Si could even see the golden soul shining inside.

If such a person appeared in Faerûn, gods such as Tempus, the God of War, Tyr, the God of Justice, Thom, the God of Loyalty and Courage, and Hall, the God of Vengeance, would even fight over his faith and soul.

Maybe Shuna, the goddess of love, would get involved and want to experience what it's like to fall in love with such a macho man.

"The look in your eyes reminds me of a person, an enemy I hate so much."

Gus drank all the wine in the glass first, and then suddenly exerted force on his palm, crushing the glass wine glass with a snap.

This action instantly aroused the vigilance of others around him.

Especially the eldest lady Farnese was even ready to start chanting a spell to release magic.

But all the commotion was stopped by Zuo Si raising his hand, and then asked with a relaxed face: "Is it Griffith?"

Gus nodded without thinking: "Yes! I smell the same scent on you as him. But you are obviously more powerful than him and also crazier."

“Pfft hahaha!

I have to say, your intuition is really quite sharp.

In fact, I have more in common with Griffith than you might think.

Like we all have this. "

With that said, Zuo Si took out his crimson Behelet and threw it directly.

"Overlord's egg? How could you have such a thing!"

Gus's face suddenly changed, one hand was already on the dragon-slaying sword, and his whole body was exuding terrifying killing intent.

He would never forget what happened when Griffith turned it on after despair.

"Don't be so nervous.

The Overlord's egg is nothing more than a key, a node woven by the law of cause and effect.

It is not something mandatory, everything comes from the choice of the holder.

In other words, the reason why Griffith became the Hand of God was not because he was really destined to become the Hand of God, but because he chose to surrender to fate.

In fact, he has the opportunity to break away from his destiny and embark on a completely different path, just like you now.

It's just that he chose to surrender to fate and took the initiative to embrace the dark side of human nature.

But I'm different from him.

Because I never make the choice, I let others make the choice.

So there is no need to worry about what I will do with the Overlord Egg.

It is just a tool for me, a key to better understanding the truth of this world. "

Zuo Si patiently explained and explained in detail.

Although the God of the Abyss claims that it weaves everyone's destiny, and even arranged the script for the entire world a long time ago and calls it the "law of cause and effect," the real situation is much more complicated.

In the real world, many people have successfully escaped the control of fate and the law of causality, at least for a short period of time.

Therefore, although the God of the Abyss is the projection of the evil side of all human consciousness, it cannot control everyone 100%.

Because in addition to the evil side of human nature, there is also a good side.

The good side is the biggest variable that can affect and interfere with the law of cause and effect and destiny.

Although Zuo Si himself is a staunch supporter of "human beings are inherently evil", and his tendency toward lawful evil is the best proof, he does not hate or even deny the precious qualities of kindness, justice, and kindness.

Therefore, he was keenly aware of the flaws of the God of the Abyss, and planned to use this as an opportunity to start a debate with the other party.

"So...you know everything?"

Gus stared at Zuo Si who was close at hand with wide eyes.

The latter smiled and nodded: "Yes, I know everything, whether it is your life experience or the process of Griffith's sacrifice of the entire Eagle Group to become a demon. I also know that it will not take long for him to complete the second mission. The second reincarnation returns in the form of the Eagle of Light."

"What? Wait! You said Griffith will come back?"

Gus quickly grasped a key word that made him lose control of his emotions.

Why is he desperately hunting the apostles?

Of course, the purpose is to learn the whereabouts of the Hand of God - Femont from the apostle, and then find a way to kill the other party to avenge the dead companions and the tortured and crazy Casca.

"Yes!

As his best friend, don't you understand how persistent he is for that unattainable wish?

What's more, the God of the Abyss behind him wants to take this opportunity to start a new era.

If you want revenge, want to defeat Griffith, or even save this world that keeps sliding toward the bottomless abyss, I am your only choice. "

Zuo Si gave the answer straightforwardly.

Because opening up the passage between the underworld and the real world should have been the wish of the God of the Abyss.

Its meaning is basically the same as the Eye of Terror in the Warhammer universe. It means that the world of spirit and soul can begin to directly interfere and affect the material world.

Moreover, according to the results of the research, the energy in the netherworld is not uniformly distributed as the witches imagined, but becomes thinner as it goes up, and becomes richer as it approaches the deepest part.

This also means that if you want to obtain the most powerful power in this area, you must constantly approach the God of the Abyss.

So the most powerful magic users in this world have always been those Hands of God.

After all, except for the Hand of God, basically no one can maintain their sanity and self after facing the God of the Abyss.

"Why should I trust you?"

Gus was obviously moved, but he was afraid of falling into another fatal trap.

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "No, you don't need to believe in me, you just need to believe in yourself. If one day you find that I have become an enemy, you can kill me too. Because I am only responsible for providing strength, and You can make your own decisions based on your own will.”

"What exactly do you want to do? Or what are your ambitions and dreams?"

Gus raised a red Overlord's Egg in his hand and asked with a serious face.

“First of all, let me correct you, I am a person without dreams.

Because dreaming about something unrealistic and out of reach often means too much uncertainty in the process of chasing it.

So for a rational realist like me, dreams have no value or meaning.

In contrast, I prefer to call it a goal.

After all, goals can be achieved through means and hard work.

As for my goal, of course, it is to start a contest and debate with the God of the Abyss behind the Hand of God, so that it understands its mistakes and flaws. "

Zuo Si didn't hide anything and openly stated his intentions.

"No dreams but goals? It sounds like you are a scarier guy than Griffith!"

Gus's face instantly became extremely complicated, and he continued to ask: "Then how are you going to give me enough power to resist the hand of God?"

"It's very simple, just sign a contract."

Zuo Si straightforwardly took out a parchment scroll that smelled of burnt food from his pocket.

You don't need to ask to know that this is a devil's contract from Baator Hell.

Gus obviously noticed the difference of this parchment scroll and carefully opened it to read the strange symbols on it.

Although he didn't recognize every symbol, he could understand the meaning.

Although the terms and explanations are so many that it is a headache, the actual content is very little. After signing the contract, you need to pay the price of your soul to obtain the power to kill the God's Hand.

If it were in the past, Guts would definitely regard this contract as a scare trick and throw it away.

But at this moment, after struggling for a long time, he bit his finger and signed his name on it with blood.

Boom!

The scroll exploded instantly and produced a dazzling flame, and it burned to ashes in just a few seconds.

Just as Guts wanted to ask when he could get the power, his eyes suddenly became blurred, and then Zuo Si, who originally appeared in human form, suddenly turned into a huge, terrifying devil with endless majesty all over his body, and then the next second he appeared as a dragon with multiple heads that could destroy everything.

Before Guts could figure out the situation, a voice echoed in his mind.

"My name is Soth! Lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell! Prince of the Devil! Lord of the Dark Dimension! The supreme father of New Phyrexia! From this moment on, you are my chosen one..."

When the last word came out, a huge force that could not be described in words rushed into Guts' body.

The horrifying impact made him lose consciousness in an instant.

But in his last moments, he vaguely saw that his broken arm had miraculously grown back, and his blind eyes had regained their sight again.