They all call me master.

Chapter 810: Snake Transformation

Chapter 810: Snake Transformation III

god!
wrong!

It's a descendant of God!
In old Mr. Gwen's mind, he instantly connected the 'Kratos family' with the legendary descendants of gods, but immediately, the old man shook his head.

because--

Even a true descendant of a god cannot make a deity his follower.

Unless the other party is...

God!

When Mr. Gwen got this answer, he immediately took a breath of cold air.

Is Arthur Kratos a god?
No!

Certainly not!

But if not, why would...

and many more!

Arthur Kratos is not a god now.

But what about before?

What about the old Arthur Kratos?
Could it be a god?

The sword that killed Imola the Devourer, Imola exclaimed "Ikaros"!
Rumor has it that 'Ikaros' is one of the twenty-seven heroes.

During the Sacred Age, every hero was considered to be the reincarnation of a god.

Recalling the knowledge he had gained from reading in the past, Mr. Gwen's eyes began to change. They became doubtful, frightened, and...

Awe!

That’s right, awe!
The gods in the legends are worthy of respect.

The one who can be followed by the legendary gods must be an existence that cannot be truly described in human history, an existence that was regarded as a totem in the golden age, and...

Supreme!
"I actually encountered such a being!"

Old Mr. Gwen was trembling with excitement.

The old man felt like he was witnessing history.

Do not!
Not witnessing history!

Instead, get involved and make history!
The next moment, the old man's eyes felt a little hot.

Nothing excites a historian more than participating in history and becoming a historical record.

If there is?
That means naturally participating in more history and becoming more of a historical record.

Thinking of this, the old man knelt down on the ground without any hesitation.

Not on one knee.

It's the knees.

The old man was lying there, chanting in a low voice:

"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..."

The old man chanted the name of Kratos.

As a believer in the god of the inland river, the old man hid his followers.

But the many prefixes and the name Kratos are enough.

It is enough to take the lead.

The hundred people fell to their knees and chanted along with the old gentleman.

Although these people were not as knowledgeable as Gwen, they still understood the meaning of "followers".

What's more, there have been rumors that the owner of the "River God" is Arthur Kratos.

Now, only some of it has been confirmed.

The god of the inland river, let them believe in it.

The master of the inland river god, let them worship him.

Including Tolan, everyone joined in the prayer.

Arthur looked at the scene through Grindelwald's eyes without any ripples in his heart.

Everything in front of him was normal for Arthur.

Not that Arthur had planned everything.

As a psychic, there is no calculation.

He just slightly integrated the resources.

Wow!

When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, the giant snake Nidhogg emerged from the inland river.

Different from the previous cautiousness.

This time, with the permission of his father Arthur, the giant snake Nidhogg stretched his body to his heart's content.

The shock brought by the appearance of an 80-meter-long and 6-meter-thick giant in front of anyone cannot be described in words. Imagine the feeling of a moving skyscraper appearing in front of you. Anyone will be scared by it. The huge size difference is enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

This moment is no exception.

Looking at the huge body shining in the morning light, feeling the cold light on the dark scales, and listening to the strong wind caused by each spitting of its tongue, everyone present was stunned.

They stared blankly at the giant snake Nidhogg.

It took a full three seconds for Mr. Tolland and Mr. Gwen to react.

"Your Majesty!"

Toland and old Mr. Gwen shouted together.

"Your Majesty!"

The rest of the people shouted in unison.

Then they prostrated themselves on the ground again.

To look directly at a deity is a great sin.

As believers of the 'Inland River Church', they certainly knew it.

And this was the opportunity Arthur had been waiting for.

When no one noticed, Arthur had appeared above the head of the giant snake Nidhogg.

Feeling the presence of his father, the giant snake Nidhogg could not help but shake his body with joy, stirring up the water in the inner river and causing more waves to appear.

Arthur smiled and petted his pet.

Then, he raised his hand.

The [Blood of Drowned] worn on the hand began to emit a faint red color.

These reds look like mist under the morning light.

Then, it merged into the sunlight and shone on the believers in front of it.

All believers noticed something strange.

But they won't resist.

Their faces grew more frenzied.

Divine magic!

They were given divine powers!

In order to be able to perform magic better in the future, they will endure any anomalies!
Like the feeling of being bitten by a mosquito?

A piece of cake!
Abel controlled it delicately, carefully sucking the blood of these believers while endowing them with some mystical abilities.

According to the original pattern, it should suck Arthur's blood, then suck the blood of the person who receives the gift, and then turn him into a blood slave, blood fighter, etc.

But does it dare to suck Arthur's blood?
dare not.

That's not blood sucking.

That's asking for death.

Fortunately, its owner was a kind one, and when it asked if it could suck some blood of believers to make up for itself, its owner agreed.

It's finally!
Long time no see!
Tasted blood in the true sense!

The fragrance and sweetness made it want to inhale as much as it could!
But it can clearly feel the gaze of its owner!
So, it is very honest.

It's just a coward.

But as a bug, what's wrong with being a little timid?
Therefore, Abel controlled the amount of blood sucked very carefully so that the believers whose blood was sucked would only feel a little strange but not really uncomfortable.

During this process, Abel needs to fight against the blood-sucking instincts of the blood-sucking worms.

Somewhat tired.

But it was nothing compared to the mystical powers bestowed upon these people.

It was not difficult to grant ordinary mystical powers, but Abel was troubled by the requirement that its master should match the "talent" of the recipient as much as possible.

If these people really had "talent", would they have to do this?

But it cannot disobey its master's orders.

So, it can only be something that fits as closely as possible with what these guys already have, something that barely comes close to 'talent'.

This was troublesome but not difficult for Abel.

After all, it had already obtained all the information about these believers from their blood.

"This muscular body is perfect for giant strength!"

'This is a good brain, suitable for secondary mnemonics!'

"Is this a chef? Then I'll use the Fire Arrow!"

……

Abel began to sort things out.

Arthur looked at the scene in front of him with a calm expression.

Behind him, the sun completely jumped out of the horizon.