They all call me master.

Chapter 699 Fangs I

The Marquis of West Berlin had high hopes for his swordsman.

Not only is Sweet young and talented, and his strength has already reached a certain level, but more importantly, he is loyal!

Sweet had unparalleled loyalty to him and to the West Berlin family.

Therefore, Sweet is one of the most important tools he left for his daughter.

He believed that it would only take Sweet about 10 years to reach the threshold of "stepping up the ladder", and at that time, his daughter would begin to take over the West Berlin family.

And when Sweet truly becomes the "Stepper", his daughter will be able to truly take charge of the West Berlin family.

At that time, Sweet was his daughter's right-hand man, and also an open card of the West Berlin family placed on the table - a card that was known to everyone, but was feared by everyone!
Anyone who targets the West Berlin family will play this card first, and then his daughter!
But now!
Sweet is dead!
Feeling the Lionheart Ceremony dissipate, the Marquis could not help but pause.

And it was at this moment——

On the West Berlin side, a light appeared.

Not bright.

Although it was light, it felt deeper and darker than the darkness of the night.

evil!

Yes, it is evil!

A kind of evil that wants to roar madly with every breath, dragging all living things around it into hell, and that light is the glory that emerges from hell!
Any strong-willed person would instinctively step back upon seeing that brilliance.

But more people will be attracted to such glory.

In fact, there were hundreds of people heading there.

The moment these people came into contact with the light, their entire bodies began to melt.

Skin ulcers.

Flesh and blood surged.

Viscera are flowing everywhere.

Even the hardest bones become the basis for this 'ritual'.

Those bones burned.

In the green flames, ghosts appeared one after another.

They are all the people who were attracted here just now.

At this moment, they were biting each other.

They devoured each other, and almost instantly, a skeleton far beyond imagination appeared.

The skull was at least twenty meters in size.

Flying in the air, its jaws opened and closed, spewing green flames as it rushed towards the Marquis of West Berlin.

"You deserve to die!"

The Marquis of West Berlin looked past the giant skull and towards the twelve figures that were no longer hidden because of the ritual.

'Riptide Squad'!
The 'River Cult''s' Delpok formed and recruited the 'River Squad' in the 'Eteil Trail'!
The Marquis of West Berlin knew about this team.

But I never took it to heart.

Because, in the eyes of the Marquis of West Berlin, this team was very weak.

Even the strongest among them have not entered the rank.

The vast majority are of Arcana level, and only one is of Major Arcana level.

This kind of power is extremely remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people on the mysterious side.

But in the eyes of real nobles, it really means nothing.

Only those who have truly "entered the ranks" are worthy of the attention of the great nobles.

However, this negligence caused the Marquis of West Berlin to suffer extremely unnecessary losses - he just saw that in just a moment, at least four hundred people died in this ritual-like secret technique.

Of course, it doesn’t matter!
The important question is, are there still such ceremonies in West Berlin?

if so……

where?

More importantly, why didn't he discover such a ritual before!

To arrange such a ceremony, it is impossible to complete it silently, it must have been planned for a long time, so... traitor!
The thought of this made the West Berlin Marquis even angrier.

Looking at the huge skull flying towards him, the Earl raised his hand - kill!

Kill kill kill!

Without reservation, the core secret technique of the West Berlin family [Iron and Blood Killing] was displayed to the extreme.

Suddenly, the space with the Marquis of West Berlin as the center became sticky at this moment, as if it was filled with invisible water.

These waters turned into waves, constantly beating around.

Yura, who had turned into a tentacle and used his hair as a means of attack, let out a sharp scream at the first moment.

Next, there is the huge skull.

The huge skull that looked extremely strong and difficult to deal with, with a fierce momentum and green flames coming out of its mouth, suddenly shattered.

Snapped!
It was like broken glass.

Looking at this scene, the Marquis of West Berlin did not feel the slightest joy of victory.

On the contrary, the Marquis's expression changed drastically.

not good!

……

Sweet looked at Gresa, who was breathing rapidly and sweating at the tip of her nose, and the idea of ​​retreating disappeared unconsciously.

catch him!
Catch Gresa!
Even an old lion will not ignore the safety of his eldest son!
By capturing the eldest son of the old lion, the West Berlin family will gain a big enough advantage when facing Neiwan!
Thoughts one after another emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly, the West Berlin Marquis's swordsmanship master began to feel heated.

The master swordsman was ready to give the Marquis of West Berlin a try for his loyalty.

However, the West Berlin swordsman did not rush forward rashly.

He circled around Gresa in a roaming manner.

He wanted to consume more of Gresa's energy.

Time passed minute by minute.

When sweat filled Gresa's forehead and the fist slowed down for more than a moment, the West Berlin swordsman stopped dodging and started attacking - he rushed straight towards Gresa's body.

He just discovered that although the attacks of the old lion's eldest son were strange, his body never moved during each attack.

seem……

Can not move!

The West Berlin swordsman had some guesses about this.

And when the West Berlin swordsman noticed that the old lion's eldest son showed panic on his face when he rushed towards Gresa, he knew that his guess was correct.

Without any further hesitation, the West Berlin swordsman drew his sword when he was less than a meter away from Gresa.

Clang!
The sword blade is like frost and the sword light is like the moon.

A perfect half-moon slash.

This blow is enough to cut through steel.

Even a knight in heavy armor would be cut in half.

But Gresa didn't.

The old lion's eldest son stood there intact.

Instead, Sweet was cut in half.

The West Berlin swordsman opened his eyes wide and looked at the eldest son of the old lion in disbelief.

"you you……"

"madness!"

Without giving his opponent more time, Gresa directly cut off the head of the West Berlin swordsman.

Ignoring the blood stains on the golden coat, Gresa picked up the head of the West Berlin swordsman who died with his eyes open. The eldest son of the old lion looked at the head in his hand, and an increasingly bold plan emerged in his mind.

"fail?
Will not!
I don’t accept this kind of failure!”

Gresa held the sword in one hand and the head in the other, and her voice became louder and higher.

"I want to turn defeat into victory!"

(End of this chapter)