They all call me master.

Chapter 729 Blood Web I

Arthur would never despise the strength and growth of his own power.

If possible, Arthur even hoped to expand infinitely.

But unfortunately, that is impossible.

because--

Limited resources!

Just like the newly upgraded [Blood of Doting], [Blood of Doting] has reached the 'above epic' level, and can be regarded as the first-tier props in Arthur's hands.

But even so, the total number of blood slaves, blood fighters, blood warriors and blood brides that can be created is only 143.

If it was the Silver Age, an era that emphasized cavalry charges, Arthur would have been able to shout that he finally had the "power to protect himself."

Because, in the Silver Age, even the richest Neiwan could not build a heavy cavalry of 10,000 people.

In fact, during the peak period of Neiwan in the Silver Age, 3000 heavy cavalry was the limit.

Even so, Arthur suspected that there was something fishy going on.

But even if there is no water, so what?
The shameless sneak attacks and assassinations carried out by 143 mysterious people were enough to leave the 3000 heavy cavalry helpless. Even though the other side also had high-level mysterious people, their side also had some.

Therefore, facing the difficulty of the 'Blood Clan', one has to suffer a lot of headaches, and this is the pride of the family to which the 'Blood Marquis' once belonged.

Unfortunately, with the progress of the times, productivity began to be updated and iterated, and the rise of gunpowder broke a certain balance.

A musket is enough to make an average occult side person sweat.

In the army, the strategy of so-called heavy cavalry charge had long been abandoned.

Rows of muskets are now the mainstream.

These rows of muskets left most of the mysterious people helpless.

Unless a high-level mysterious person takes action, both we and the other side have it.

Neither side is likely to act rashly.

A strange balance emerges again.

Therefore, a kind of covert war became the mainstream.

As for fighting with real swords and guns?

One Seven Years' War was enough.

Again?
I'm afraid the mysterious side is not just suffering from a serious loss of vitality.

After all, compared to the musketeers who can go to the battlefield after eight weeks of training, the mysterious people who emphasize "talent" are really too rare.

Moreover, it takes too much time for people on the mysterious side to grow.

Even a mysterious person with extraordinary talent can be of little use without studying day and night.

'The advent of gunpowder has made mystery lose its luster!'

Many people on the mysterious side have heard this.

Even if you don't want to admit it, the facts are the facts and they will not change.

Arthur didn't comment.

At this moment, the Nanlos psychic only cares about his own affairs——

'Abel, when you become complete, how many offspring can you create?'

'Reporting to the master, there will still be 3 Blood Brides, but they will be much easier to create. The number of Blood Slaves and Blood Gladiators can be doubled. The number of Blood Warriors will not increase, but will still be 10, but their strength will be greatly improved.'

In response to Arthur's question, Abel, who had twenty-seven contracts, answered honestly.

Moreover, there was no reluctance in that honorific.

Abel, who benefited from Arthur, kept his identity in mind.

'3 Blood Brides, 10 Blood Warriors Enhanced Edition, 200 Blood Slaves and 60 Blood Gladiators?'

Arthur pondered.

This number has exceeded his expectations.

But who is Arthur?

Arthur, who upholds the values ​​of "psychic", always wants to squeeze oil out of the mud.

So, Arthur asked after a moment's hesitation.

"Abel, do you have any way to expand the scale of creating blood descendants? I mean, there is no need to give those people the official status of blood descendants. They will not be blood slaves, blood fighters, blood warriors or blood brides, but they have the qualification to use the secret arts of the 'blood clan' once and for all, similar to more convenient scrolls, curses and the like."

'One-time?
If I were the complete me, I could do this.

But Master, doing so would be a bit of a loss. With the same power, we can create a complete blood slave. And if a blood slave dies, we can just create another one.

It's much better than this one-time one.

After all, the price that ordinary people pay for using a one-time secret technique is not low, and it is impossible to use it a second time in a short period of time! '

Abel's words were filled with confusion.

Arthur raised the corner of his mouth.

The young psychic seemed to have seen hundreds, even tens of thousands of people chanting his name every day to gain power.

As Abel said, this kind of thing is a bit of a waste of time.

But that's for others, for Arthur...

It's definitely worth it!
Because: XP!

Lots of XP!

What could be more exciting than having thousands of people chanting his name every day and providing him with daily XP?

Of course, it is to let millions or even tens of millions of people see the changes in these ten thousand people!
Arthur couldn't even imagine how exaggerated his XP income would be at that time!

Especially when he lets more people know that by calling his name, they will gain this strange power, that situation will absolutely make people crazy.

No talent?

It doesn't matter.

As long as you are devout enough!
As for the cost?

Faced with immediate death, is this cost of losing mana when you have it, and losing health when you don't have it, considered a cost?
It doesn’t count.

What's more, there is...

Envy and jealousy.

You have it, he doesn't.

We meet every day, so the outcome is doomed.

Thinking of this, the corners of Arthur's mouth became brighter, and in his deep eyes there appeared a hint of excitement that would make ordinary people tremble, but in his heart, Arthur's voice was still calm.

'Abel, how many 'disposables' can you create in one piece?'

"If there is enough blood or gold, I can create about 500 people. If there are more than this number, those 'one-time users' will self-destruct."

Abel answered truthfully.

'five hundred?
A little less, but enough! '

Arthur whispered to himself in his heart.

At this time, the incomplete blood-sucking ancestor finally came to its senses.

'Master, you want...

Become a god?

Although it was a question, Abel was very sure.

Because, in its fragmented memory, many guys did just that. They brought down 'miracles' for 'believers' to gain the faith of more people, and then used the power of faith of these believers to 'climb the stairs'. However, none of these guys had a good ending.

Although his strength increased extremely quickly, he became crazy even faster.

The moment he, she, or it becomes He, it is no longer he, she, or it, but He still thinks that he, she, or it is.

This is contradictory.

And it is irreconcilable.

The result, of course, is madness.

Just like 'Mihajlo'!
When it comes to being 'Lady of Pain', it's crazy!
But it’s much better than those guys who blew themselves up on the spot!
When Abel thought of this, he thought of his twenty-seven contracts.

Twenty-seven contracts blocked all its paths.

It's fine, Arthur is fine.

If something happens to Arthur, it must die.

Thinking of this, the incomplete blood-sucking ancestor immediately shouted—

'Master, please, don't do this!'

And that voice was filled with crying.

(End of this chapter)