They all call me master.

Chapter 704 Fang VI

Snapped!
The moment the giant white bird collided with the scarlet sword.

The scarlet sword shattered like a piece of porcelain falling to the ground.

The scarlet sword, which was all show and no substance, shattered faster and more thoroughly than before.

It was as if the fake scarlet sword constructed with the aura of [Death Abyss] and [Night Blood] was the real one, while this scarlet sword that clearly exerted the full power of [Death Abyss] and [Night Blood] was the fake one.

But, whether true or false.

Both are shattered.

The sword broke.

People are broken too.

Delpok's entire body was shattered when the giant white bird flew over.

Different from relying on [Night Blood] for recovery before.

This time, [Nightblood] did not reply to Delpork.

It’s not that Delpoque didn’t want to.

But can't!

The death energy condensed by [Death Abyss] suddenly got out of control.

The originally obedient death energy violated the ritual of [Death Abyss] when faced with the human figure who slashed the white giant bird. When Delpork frantically activated the [Death Abyss] ritual with [spirituality], the death energy that violated the [Death Abyss] ritual began to run wild.

They rampaged around, disrupting the rituals of the [Death Abyss] ceremony.

They rushed left and right, corroding the evil vitality born from blood in [Night Blood].

They broke through everything that bound them.

then……

Freed from their shackles, they rushed towards their loved ones: the Nanlos medium who was sitting in the West Berlin Castle, holding a glass of coconut milk, thinking about whether to eat another plate of roast pork.

Delpork saw this scene through the remnants of the [Death Abyss] ritual.

The priest of the 'Inner River Cult' confirmed that the one who swung the sword beyond the ultimate level of Swift Bird Swordsmanship was the Nanlos medium.

The one who caused the aura of death to run rampant was also the Nanlos psychic.

Can……

How can this be? !
How could a ritual secret technique that had been completed 100% get out of control?
Impossible!
Especially this kind of loss of control, the cornerstone of the ritual itself, the aura of death, is running out of control.

This is even more impossible!
This goes against common sense!
unless……

Nanlos Psychic is 'Death'!
Delpoque, who came to this conclusion, was horrified at the moment of his death!
'die'!
Nanlos Psychic is 'Death'!
Suddenly, the priest of the "Inland River God Cult" thought of the news that Tolan brought back two days ago: the master of the Inland River God is the Nanlos medium.

At that time, he was dismissive of it.

Now, all he was left with was fear.

At the same time, he instantly understood some rumors.

"The eternal monster, the heir to the rebellious bloodline, the founder of Ragnarok, the fearer of the northern gods, the ruler of the Blade of Chaos, the owner of the Leviathan Ax, Kratos...

So that’s it!
It turned out to be like this! "

The remaining Delpoque shouted in the sky.

Then, the remaining Delpork seemed to have thought of something, and begged Arthur in an almost pleading tone.

"The son of doom who was born in secret, the one favored by the god of death, the contemporary 'Black Cat', the 'Master of the Cat School', the champion of the Nanlos Swordsmanship Competition, the male owner of Caesar Manor, the winter blessing, the winter guardian, the destroyer of winter monsters, the owner of the East, the 'medium' Sir Arthur Kratos, please forgive my rudeness, please forgive my offense, I am..."

If 'death' really exists, then death is not the end.

Death will be a new beginning!
With such a start, Delpok definitely didn't want to offend 'Death'!
For Dale Pock, who was born in a common family, being able to climb to his current position, apart from talent and hard work, was more about judging the situation.

Faced with a completely new world, the big shots of the past are no longer important.

What’s important is the big shot in front of you.

'Death' was enough to make him grovel.

However, Arthur's name seemed too long, and the remaining Delpork was completely shattered before he could even finish his words.

But even though it was broken, the priest of the 'Inner River Cult' still remained kneeling on one knee.

This scene made the Marquis of West Berlin dumbfounded.

what happened?

what happened?

Although he was a personal participant, at this moment, the Marquis of West Berlin felt like a fool who had covered his eyes and was an outsider.

'What did the Nanlos medium do?
Why is that guy so scared?

What exactly is it?'

One thought after another came to the Marquis' mind. However, the residents of Dordot Port who were rescued did not have so many thoughts.

The moment the Scarlet Sword shattered, the ritual secret of [Death Abyss] was destroyed, and after [Blood of Night] was blocked, the blood that had been sucked out flowed back.

The moment the dazed civilians in the port of Dordot woke up, all they heard was Delpork's pleading and groaning.

The civilians, whose hearts were deeply imprinted with the scene just now, naturally understood who saved them.

Without hesitation, the simple civilians began to kneel on the ground and chant the name of the Nanlos medium.

Almost instantly, Arthur Kratos' name resounded throughout the entire port of Dordot.

Even those with evil intentions had to choose to chant the name of the Nanlos medium loudly at this time, as they did not want to stand out.

What they want is to fish in troubled waters.

The Marquis of West Berlin saw this.

The Marquis stopped it without hesitation.

He wanted to explain.

In West Berlin, only the West Berlin family is needed, not Arthur Kratos.

Of course, there is also that gem!
The Marquis has some ideas about [Night Blood].

But just as the Marquis was about to speak and take the orb, a figure appeared -

The scarlet shadow passed by like smoke and fog.

When they gathered again, the 'Descendant of Blood' revealed his true appearance.

Looking at the [Blood of Night] in his hand, a smile appeared on his pale face.

Afterwards, this 'descendant of blood' didn't even look at the Marquis of West Berlin who was standing stiffly in the air, but turned around and bowed slightly towards where Arthur was.

“Your divination is correct.

I owe you one.

and also……

Thank you. "

The Descendant of Blood was silent for a moment before speaking awkwardly.

Anyone who sees this scene can feel the gratitude of this aloof man.

Of course, many people would instinctively guess that the person in front of them does not seem to be a bad person.

And that's what Arthur wanted.

He wants to make his vest more complete.

Only in this way can we have more potential and create a better situation.

Just like this moment——

The Marquis of West Berlin calmly withdrew his hand that was about to take [Blood of Night] and looked towards the direction of his castle.

"Sir Arthur Kratos, thank you for everything you have done for West Berlin."

The Marquis had a look of gratitude on his face, and his expression was extremely natural.

It seems that the thought of the previous moment did not exist at all.

For the Marquis, the appearance of the 'Descendant of Blood' has disrupted the status quo.

Arthur Kratos and him have a contract, and both parties are within the rules.

However, the 'Descendants of Blood' do not have that.

Especially for the 'Descendant of Blood' who got the [Blood of Night], even this Marquis needs to be cautious. After all, he knows that only the 'Blood Clan' can unleash the true power of the [Blood of Night].

At this critical moment, it would be bad if his words offended Arthur Kratos and caused misunderstandings among the Blood Descendants.

So, the Marquis immediately changed his decision.

Since we can't stop it, we'll just go with the flow.

After doing all this, the Marquis disappeared into the air.

He doesn't want to be someone else's supporting role.

What's more, he has more important things to do.

His purpose is always that person.

Arthur's 'eyes' naturally followed - the young Nanlos psychic hoped to learn from the ancient nobles the real way to deal with those beings.

But immediately, Arthur narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)