They all call me Great Master-Chapter 379 - 376 My close friend Arthur once said...

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Those eyes were abnormally lively, just like human eyes.

No!

To be precise, they were human eyes.

When the eye at the handle of the dagger opened, Malz’s left eye simultaneously disappeared—sunk deep into its socket, leaving behind nothing but a hollow pit.

But in the next moment, a faded medal appeared over it, as if it were an eyepatch.

Not only did it emit a faint fluorescence, but when this glow shone upon the corpses on the ground, they melted away like burning candles.

Turning into a viscous wax, it was absorbed by the heavy matchlock gun and the broad-bladed saber.

Then, an even more refined power, mediated by the heavy matchlock gun and the broad-bladed saber, surged into Malz’s body.

His aging body immediately regained vitality, and it became even stronger.

At the same time, a deep voice echoed in Malz’s mind—

"Do you feel it?

This is my power!

Submit to me!

I will give you even more power!"

As he heard this voice, Malz’s complexion changed slightly.

Evil Spirit?

Or High-level Malevolent Spirit?

Just as Malz pondered these guesses, the scene before the old sheriff changed.

He found himself in a pitch-black wasteland.

The chilling wind that blew over his body made all his joints feel as if they were freezing, and the breath from his mouth turned into sharp ice crystals, falling like sowing seeds.

Then, the wind grew even stronger!

Malz had to exert all his strength just to stand firm.

But that was all, standing firm.

Moving was virtually impossible now.

Moreover, accompanied by the chilling gale, tiny stones were whipped up and battered Malz’s body.

Pop, pop, pop!

Amidst the successive crisp sounds, Malz was directly knocked to the ground.

However, the old sheriff’s face remained remarkably composed.

’First comes the affliction.

Then should come redemption?

In reality, it’s just deception.’

The old sheriff recalled the tactics of evil spirits and malevolent spirits discussed during idle chats with his good friend Arthur.

Then—

A figure surrounded by a halo suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Instantly, the cold winds ceased.

Warm sunlight emerged on the horizon.

The injuries that the old sheriff had just sustained healed completely under the sunlight.

And that figure slowly descended.

’Ha!

Identical!’

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The old sheriff sneered inwardly and reached for the object in his bosom.

Feeling its coldness, the old sheriff slightly raised his head to observe the entity before him.

Shrouded in light, unable to discern its facial features, yet the entire figure exuded holiness, with auspicious clouds floating around, just like the deities described in storybooks.

But he knew it wasn’t one of them.

It must be the Evil Spirit or the Malevolent Spirit that used an illusion to blind his eyes.

"Desire power, do you?

I..."

"Purification!"

With a low shout, Malz casually threw a test tube filled with ’Holy Water’.

Without the obstruction of a stopper, all of the ’Holy Water’ inside the tube spilt onto that radiant figure.

Sssss!

In the midst of that distinctive sound, the radiant figure collapsed onto the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

The figure surrounded by light screamed uncontrollably.

It couldn’t understand why the human before it believed it could cause harm.

Didn’t he know that its current form, transformed into a High-level Malevolent Spirit, was impervious to corporeal objects and immune to most supernatural methods?

Why?

Why?

Confusion took root in its heart.

"Ha, mere tricks and illusions!

Didn’t you know my friend is the finest ’Spirit Medium’ in South Los?

Though I haven’t studied systematically, dealing with your little tricks?

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Enough!

"Feel the ’Holy Water’s’ purification!"

As Malz spoke, he poured another two test tubes of ’Holy Water’ over.

Holy Water?

Why do I feel like it’s sulfuric acid?

But sulfuric acid couldn’t possibly harm me, could it?

Could it really be the legendary Holy Water?

"Aaargh!"

The being thought to itself, and the pain intensified; what was more, as the thought arose, the part of the body stained by ’Holy Water’ began to vaporize at extreme speeds.

This damage immediately made the being’s screams grow even more continuous.

Almost instantly, it lost the ability to move.

And, more importantly, the unexpected turn of events started to muddle its thoughts.

Thus, it failed to notice that Malz reached into his chest and took out two more test tubes—

"Through the eternal night’s Tower of Haste, flesh and bones reluctantly coil, the fiery radiance reigns supreme upon the earth, fading and halting, the ash incinerates!!"

Imitating his friend, Malz smashed the kerosene-filled test tubes harshly against the Evil Spirit before him.

Then, he took out a match and lit it.

Boom!

Blaze roared.

The being wailed in the flames.

"It’s useless, any Evil Spirit or Malevolent Spirit will turn to ashes in the Kledos Family’s ’Holy Flame’!"

Malz said with utmost certainty.

Because the old sheriff had never doubted Arthur.

He firmly believed that Arthur’s method was the correct one.

Because he had seen Evil Spirits and Malevolent Spirits destroyed with his own eyes.

And such firm belief turned this ordinary flame into a true ’Holy Flame’.

The red fire immediately took on a golden tinge.

"No!"

In a drawn-out scream, the concealed being was utterly eradicated beneath the golden fire’s blaze.

Or, to put it more accurately, it became the finest nourishment, moistening Malz.

Allowing Malz’s body to become even more suitable for the heavy Matchlock Gun, broad-bladed saber, and the faded medal he wielded.

Almost at that instant, Malz sensed the ’emotions’ of his dear old equipment.

It was joy, surprise.

Thirty years!

For thirty years after the end of the Seven Years’ War!

Malz almost engaged in nightly conversations with his old comrades.

More than once, he had wished his old comrades could respond to him.

However, he also knew it was wishful thinking.

But ever since his good friend Arthur reminded him to always carry his old comrades with him, he knew there would be changes, everything would be different.

He firmly believed Arthur did it for his sake.

Even...

Arthur could see what he could not.

Did that not imply that his old comrades might truly ’come back to life’?

With this thought, he had been looking forward to it these days.

And now, the old sheriff was certain.

His old comrades had truly come back to life.

And furthermore!

He had become different too!

When Malz returned to his senses, the heavy Matchlock Gun along with the Y-shaped gun rest and the broad-bladed saber’s sheath had all merged into his body.

And after the faded medal reappeared in his eyes, it moved to one side of his cheek.

Then...

Hungry!

Extreme hunger!

Almost instinctively, the old sheriff’s gaze fastened onto the Explosives Wiggins had just brought in.

Such an enticing aroma!

It seems edible!

Should I try some?

The old sheriff swallowed his saliva.

But his common sense told him, he shouldn’t eat these.

But it really smelled so good!

Maybe just taste a little?

And as the old sheriff hesitated, all the explosives, Firearms, Daggers, and Daggers and other weapons in the room began to move, as if streams returning to the ocean, they all rushed towards the old sheriff.

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