They all call me master.

Chapter 700 Fangs

Chapter 700 Fangs II

Gresa never believed in predictions.

Therefore, there is only one possibility for him to be discovered.

That was when he fell into the trap set by the West Berlin Marquis.

But the trap was not aimed at him.

If they were targeting him, it would definitely not be just the opponent's swordsman who would appear. Given the opponent's character, they would definitely come out in full force and trap him here.

Even, just in case, the other party will take action personally.

However, this is not the case now.

That means the other party just wants him to give up.

This is naturally because of his father.

Gresa is very self-aware of this.

But what Gresa knew more clearly was that the Marquis of West Berlin must have other goals.

What it is, Gresa doesn't know for the time being.

But what Gresa knew was that this would be the key to his turnaround.

So the eldest son of the old lion immediately made arrangements.

……

"Not bad!"

Listening to the report from his subordinates, the 'Riptide Squad', Delpork was all smiles.

The raid on the 'Church of Pain' was easier than expected.

Apart from occasional resistance, it was almost smooth sailing.

Delpoque is happy with the situation.

The priest of the 'Inland River Church' certainly knew that this was a temporary situation, and the real battle would only begin after the 'Church of Pain' came to its senses.

However, this did not prevent the priest of the 'Inland River Church' from expanding his victory within a limited time.

Only by killing more enemies will we feel less pressure when the enemies counterattack.

And after the war?
It can also make the enemy lose its manpower.

In fact, if it weren't for the lack of time, Delpok would have wanted his men to treat the female believers of the "Church of Pain" well.

That kind of stigma is the real weapon to strike at the ‘Church of Pain’.

It would be even better if the other person has a husband and children.

He would let those female believers live. Only in this way could he make those living guys feel real pain.

This fits the 'Church of Pain' so well!

"Unfortunately, there is not enough time."

Delpok sighed, thinking in his mind that there was no more cruel way to treat the enemy.

At this moment, the communication stone that Delpok carried with him began to flash.

"Good evening, sir. All goes well as planned."

Delpoque came to the secret place and reported in a low voice.

"Ah, very good.

Now, we need to change our plans.

I need you to take the initiative against that bald eagle now."

Gresa's voice came from the communication stone.

"Yes, my lord."

Delpork had no dissatisfaction with Gresa's change of plan, and even when he made a direct move against the Marquis of West Berlin, Delpork did not object.

This link was already in the original plan.

It's just that it's happening in advance now.

Of course, Delpok believed that Gresa, who had changed his plans, would give him acceptable conditions.

In fact, this is also the case.

"Find an open space!"

Gresa's voice sounded again.

Delpoque sprang into action.

He chose a small square in a middle-class residential area.

The next moment, ripples appeared in the space.

A ceremony with a diameter of ten meters appeared out of thin air in this small square - the ritual procedures and base materials of the entire ceremony were completely inlaid on the golden plate. With the dull sound of the iron plate falling to the ground, Delpok knew what this ceremony was at a glance.

Abyss of death!

A secret ritual from the Dead Poets Society!
A secret technique that uses human lives to carry out terrorist attacks!

He also knows this secret technique.

This secret skill was his reward before he arrived at the port of Dordot.

It was also because of this secret technique that he was able to open up the situation at the port of Dordot.

However, the secret ritual he had arranged at that time was nothing compared to what he saw before him.

Not to mention other things, he had only spent 2000 grams of gold before, which was only equivalent to 1000 small gold coins, while the gold plate in front of him weighed at least hundreds of kilograms.

Moreover, the skeletons inlaid on it also come from sixteen "entry-level" strongmen.

Based on this...

Maybe we can really kill the West Berlin Marquis. But this is not the end.

As the golden ritual board fell to the ground, a scarlet gem appeared in Delpork's hand.

When Delpok saw the gem, his face changed, and then he became excited.

Night Blood!

A special item with bloody night as its power, originating from the 'Blood Clan'!
After the death of the Blood Marquis, he disappeared without a trace.

Delpok was not surprised that Gresa possessed the orb.

In fact, it makes sense in Gresa's hands.

“Feel its power.

This is also a rare opportunity for you.”

Gresa said so.

"Yes, sir!
I will definitely not let you down!"

Delpoque replied, kneeling on one knee.

At this time, Gresa had ended the communication.

Feeling the communication stone returning to calm, Delpok picked up his own communication stone and began to contact his capable subordinates.

But when all the members of the 'Riptide Team' arrived, they were all shocked when they saw the golden ritual board on the ground.

Then, everyone looked at Delpoque with burning eyes.

“Our Lord Marquis has eliminated enough enemies for us, but unfortunately, he is one of our biggest enemies!

and so--

We're going to hunt him!
His death will make us the true masters of Dordot Port!"

Delpok looked at the god-like figure in the distant sky, his words full of disdain and sarcasm.

This kind of disdain and ridicule inspired the members of the 'Riptide Squad'.

There was no objection.

Moreover, there is no neglect at all.

Following Delpoque's instructions, they activated the golden ritual board.

Immediately, it seemed as if the "light from the abyss" began to attract those with weak wills around.

When they saw the huge skeleton flying out spewing fire, the members of the 'Riptide Team' couldn't help but cheer excitedly.

But the next moment, all the members of the 'Riptide Team' were stunned.

The skull was shattered.

Too fragile.

It was so fragile that it was not worthy of the sacrifice of hundreds of people.

Subconsciously, the members of the 'Riptide Team' looked at Delpork who was still hiding in the dark in confusion.

Facing the gazes of his men, Delpok looked regretful.

“Everyone, I’m sorry.

Thank you for your loyalty.

Now, please give your life for me."

Delpork gave a hypocritical bow.

The members of the 'Riptide Team' wanted to retreat immediately, but it was too late. The thick blood spurting out from the golden ritual board enveloped them.

In just a moment, they, like the people who were attracted before, merged into the blood.

Gulp, gurgle!
The blood rolled and bubbled on the golden ritual board, as if it was boiling.

Delpork raised the [Nightblood] Orb in his hand.

Blood gathered in the orb.

Death gathers in the body.

Enter the level!

Touch!

Climb the steps!

Delpork's momentum began to rise rapidly, and when these two extremely powerful forces merged together, Delpork's power increased again.

level one!
Second level!

Level three!

Scarlet light shone in the night sky.