They all call me master.

Chapter 249 Beginner!

Wearing pure white, representing the 'death' cloak, Moirke looked at Arthur with indifference.

It can even be said to be ignored.

As the bass member of 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir', Moerilke has this qualification.

Ordinary members of 'Dead Poets Society Thirty Choir' are already the elite of 'Dead Poets Society', let alone 'Death Bass Men'.

As one of the "Four Tones", Moirke's status in "Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir" is only below the "right patriarch" and "left cantor".

He is a genuine 'Arcana level' powerhouse.

If it weren't for the special identity of the 'Anzi', a strong man of this level wouldn't pay any attention to the matter in this place.

Even South Los is no exception.

Their eyes are always on the more central place.

such as……

Inner Bay!

Compared to the tigress, which is not strong enough, the old lion, which is declining but still has its power, is their target.

Not only because of the president's 'preference', but also because of the 'secrets held by the old lion' - this is what they are concerned about.

As for Arthur?

Although he had heard about Charlie Kratos's reputation, he still didn't care about it to the 'Death Bass Man'.

And Arthur himself?

It is an inconspicuous character, just take it back and use it to exchange for the captured Grover.

What if Grover dies?

Then just let Grover be buried with him.

Although 'Anzi' once mentioned in a secret message that Ashek Redos had an extraordinary 'talent of death', he did not feel it now.

and……

Since you possess the 'Talent of Death', it is impossible not to be noticed by the 'Dead Poets Society' - as the 'Right Patriarch', the Lord will conduct a 'divination' every three years to confirm his possession. The members of the "Death Talent" were brought back to the station for training.

With that gentleman's caution, how could he miss Nanlos?

With that adult's strength, how could he not be able to 'divide' Arthur?

So, it's just a coincidence.

Everything is a coincidence.

Moirke stood there and stared at Arthur, the gray in his eyes devoid of any emotion, nor would he be surprised by any resistance from Arthur.

An ignorant person will always use his actions to please him.

He didn't hate it.

'Just think of it as the only joy of this journey. '

This member of 'Dead Poets Society' thought so.

In order to conceal his whereabouts, after receiving the secret message from 'Dark Son', Moerilke set out overnight without any fanfare, almost without resting along the way, and then arrived at Nanlos.

But after arriving at Nanlos, they found that the target person had left.

This forced Moirke to catch up again.

Fortunately, I met the fools from the 'Cloak Club', and these fools actually knew the target's whereabouts.

No more actions were needed. They just announced their names and these fools took the initiative to lead the way.

However, the members of the 'Arcana-level' 'Blood Clan' that these fools talked about made Morilke very concerned - therefore, he carefully searched the surroundings and confirmed that the other party was not nearby. body.

'Maybe we can absorb each other!

The legacy of the 'Blood Marquis'...

That’s quite lucrative! '

Moirke thought in his heart, and the gray eyes that looked at Arthur began to show impatience - from the beginning, this target began to check his cat, looked at the companions, and then filled the firewood.

Moerilke wondered why the target did what he did.

But Moirke's patience ran out.

The 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty' member is ready to take action.

However, before taking action, he still said as usual -

"I'm so glad, Death, that you can meet me!"

After saying that, the other party was ready to take action.

And at this moment, after checking Pendragon and Simon and confirming that they were fine for the time being, Arthur replied without raising his head.

"You are happy too early!"

Moirke, who had already raised his hand, was shaken by these words.

The next moment, there was a sharp shout in his mouth.

"Discourteous!" Then he waved it hard.

The rich, fog-like gray-white color was like a giant python emerging from the mountain stream, rushing straight towards Arthur with a death cry.

The young 'psychic medium' seemed to be intimidated by such death. He sat there motionless and allowed himself to be swallowed up by the gray-white breath of death.

"Ah."

Looking at this scene, Moirke sneered.

Pretending!

Deep down in his heart, this member of the 'Dead Poets Society Thirty Choir' commented like this, and at the same time, he began to control the output of the 'gas of death'.

What he needs is to capture the other party, not to kill him.

However, when he wanted to control the 'Qi of Death', he suddenly discovered that his 'Qi of Death' was no longer under his control and was being continuously absorbed by Arthur.

This surprised Moirke.

Almost subconsciously, the 'Dead Poets Society Thirty Choir' increased the output of the 'breath of death'.

boom!

The thick gray fog that was originally just the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh turned into the thickness of a water tank in an instant.

Moreover, if it looked like a giant python before, it has turned into a giant python at this time - the rich gray-white mist is like the real thing, constructing the body, eyes, and letter of the giant python.

Gray-white eyes that were larger than a watermelon stared at Arthur, with anger emerging.

Wind appeared out of thin air!

Mixed with fishy smell and strong wind!

The wind blew around.

The flowers, plants and trees that had begun to wither in early autumn suddenly withered.

Life disappears.

Only death remains.

Roar!

The upper body of the death python stood up straight, with a body as high as two stories high. The shadow it cast directly enveloped Arthur, who was sitting on the beam beside the fire pit.

“It looks real, but it’s a pity it’s fake after all…

Can't eat it. "

The young 'psychic medium' raised his head and took a glance, and sighed like this.

This irritated Morilke, a member of the 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir', and said sharply.

"Although I don't know what method you just used, it was just my carelessness.

Now is my true strength - 'Arcana level'!

I hope you can always be so calm and composed! "

In the sound of words, the 'Death Python' brought a fishy wind and bit Arthur.

There was a sneer in Morilke's gray eyes.

Now Moirke has given up the idea of ​​taking prisoners.

Arthur's rudeness just now made this member of 'Dead Poets Society Thirty Choir' decide to kill Arthur.

Of course, it doesn't mean killing it directly.

But to...

A good torture!

The rage in his heart made the face of this member of 'Dead Poets Society and Thirty Choir' become ferocious under his hood.

But the next moment, such ferociousness became dull.

The fishy wind that plunders life blows by, just like the spring breeze turning into rain.

The appalling python rushes past like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Useless!

Not only that the 'Death Python' has lost its due role, what even more horrifies this member of the 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir' is——

This time, not only was the 'gas of death' released by him no longer under control, the 'gas of death' in his body was also continuously sucked out.

They all poured in...

Inside Arthur's body!

"this?!

'Major Arcana'

Do not!

wrong! "

Moirke was inexplicably horrified and instinctively screamed, but his words felt wrong.

He has seen powerful men of the 'Great Arcana level', but they do not possess such power.

The next moment, the member of 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir' suddenly thought of something and exclaimed——

"Advanced person!"

(End of this chapter)