They all call me master.

Chapter 701 Fangs III

The night is deep and the lightsaber is scarlet.

The blood seemed to be the prelude to death.

When the lightsaber appeared in the night sky of Dordot Port, the residents of Dordot Port felt that the end of the world had come at that moment.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, the husband is holding his wife and the wife is holding the child.

As ordinary people, they can do nothing.

They could only pray silently.

Pray that this will all pass.

Praying that all family members are safe.

And at this moment, the situation of the mysterious person was not much better.

Even more miserable.

The existence of [spirituality] makes them different.

Let them enjoy the treatment of superior people in their daily life.

And now?
The [spirituality] that they once took pride in now made them feel the terror of the ‘Climbers’ more clearly.

The death brought by blood made them fall into the abyss.

Those with strong willpower can still barely stand.

Those with weak willpower simply prostrated themselves on the ground.

Low sobbing sounds came from the mouths of these people.

After being affected by the secret art [Death Abyss] from the Dead Poets Society, they were completely trapped in hallucinations under the secret treasure [Blood of Night] of the Blood Clan.

However, these people definitely do not include the Marquis of West Berlin.

The master of West Berlin was suspended in the air. Although his face was gloomy, he was not panicked. There was only coldness in his eyes.

"Dale Poker!"

The Marquis's voice was completely squeezed out from between his teeth.

As the master of West Berlin, the Marquis naturally recognized Delpork.

In fact, in order to check and balance the 'Church of Pain', the Marquis even indulged the other party for a long time.

Otherwise, even if Delpok was as cunning as he was, he would not be able to develop the 'Inland River Church'.

However, now the Marquis regretted it as he looked at the scarlet sword under the night sky.

Not that the scarlet sword could do him any harm.

But...

He needs to reveal a trump card.

He didn't want to use this trump card easily.

Because the cost is too high.

As for conventional means?

Feeling the blood, evil and death in it, the Marquis absolutely did not want to be contaminated by any of it - he felt the power of the curse in it.

The kind of power witches are best at.

If you are infected with this kind of power, there is a high probability that your life will be worse than death.

There is a small chance that he will die instantly.

Therefore, facing this kind of terrifying power, the Marquis not only distanced himself immediately, but also deployed one of the core secret techniques of the West Berlin family, the [Artillery Formation].

When is the trump card used?
This is the moment!

Above the Marquis's head, in the void, a cannon appeared.

The guns were arranged in rows of five, ten in a row, ten in total.

A total of five hundred cannons were pointed at the Scarlet Sword.

But the one who actually launched the attack was——

Bow and arrow!

A golden bow and arrow appeared out of thin air, and as the Marquis of West Berlin exhaled, the bowstring was slowly pulled.

Sa!
The wind suddenly rises.

The clouds are blown away.

With a unique rhythm, a golden arrow appeared on the bowstring.

With the appearance of this golden arrow, the hair tips on the forehead of the Marquis of West Berlin began to turn white, and extremely obvious wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

life!

The price of using this trump card is life. One golden arrow requires at least three years of life.

In addition, if used in a short period of time, the lifespan consumed will be doubled.

Moreover, this consumption is irreversible.

The lifespan that has been consumed cannot be made up by secret medicine.

Similarly, such an attack is extremely terrifying.

When the golden arrow appeared, the scarlet sword that was stabbing at it stopped in mid-air.

When the golden arrow began to gather power, the scarlet sword that was stabbing at it began to slowly retreat.

And when the golden arrow was shot out, the scarlet sword that was stabbing at it shattered.

The tip of the arrow touched the tip of the sword.

The latter collapsed at the first touch.

The former, the momentum continues.

Delpoque was impaled.

Or to be more precise, the moment the golden arrow touched him, most of Delpork's body vaporized.

But even so, Delpork didn't scream at all. On the contrary, he burst into laughter.

“Finally, I got fooled!
Ha ha ha ha! "

The priest of the Inland River Church began to dance with joy, and the [Blood of Night] he was holding tightly began to repair his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This feeling is amazing.

As Delpok was experiencing it carefully, he looked up at the Marquis of West Berlin in mid-air, whose expression was becoming increasingly grim.

"My Lord Marquis, do you know?

When I first set foot on the land of West Berlin, I had imagined more than once what our first official meeting would be like.

Is it crawling on the ground, wagging its tail and begging for mercy?

Or should I roar loudly and fight to the death?

I even thought that I might be killed by you before I could even say a word, just like an ant you casually stepped on.

But I really didn't expect that my first formal meeting with you would be like this.

You really are...

So stupid!
The same trap, but I fell into it twice!"

Delpoque laughed till tears came out of his eyes.

The priest of the 'Inner River Cult' tightly grasped the [Blood of Night] in his hand, feeling the power continuously coming from it, and a feeling of irritability yet extreme excitement arose spontaneously.

This feeling made Delpoque extremely eager to talk.

Coincidentally, there is a nice person in front of me.

“You disappoint me so much.

Why would I only use a strategy like this once?
Don't you think I'd use it twice more?
So guess whether I am true or false this time?"

Delpork knew that this desire to confide was due to his lack of strength and that his [spirituality] had been affected by [Night Blood], but this did not prevent this priest of the ‘Inner River Cult’ from going with the flow.

It was just like the priest of the 'Inland River Cult' who suddenly wanted to deceive the Marquis of West Berlin again after obtaining the [Blood of Night].

Delpoque is very self-aware.

Even with the help of that lord, the golden ritual board, the sacrifice of the 'Riptide Squad', and hundreds of residents of the port of Dordot, even with the [Blood of Night] in hand, it is likely that they will not be able to match the Marquis of West Berlin - the Marquis of West Berlin is a true 'ascender'.

And he?

Only temporarily.

And, it’s the first time.

Neither experience nor endurance is enough.

The latter is especially deadly.

So, Delpok chose to take a shortcut.

And he has the qualifications to 'take advantage'.

Because, he knew from that big shot that the Marquis of West Berlin possessed a terrifying weapon like the 'Golden Bow', and it was not difficult to push the curse with the 'Aura of Death', especially when the Scarlet Sword appeared and the opponent had a preemptive advantage, it became even easier.

Originally, Delpok was a little nervous.

But when the West Berlin Marquis took out the "Golden Bow", he knew that he had won.

Looking at the gloomy face of the West Berlin Marquis, the priest of the River Cult laughed even louder.

“I win this time, Lord Marquis!

No one can change this result!
I said!"

(End of this chapter)