They all call me Great Master-Chapter 471 - 468 Undead, if you want to kill your own emperor, I am right here

The sudden voice by his ear startled the 'Spirit Medium'.

This 'Spirit Medium' had no idea when the person behind him had appeared.

However, the 'Spirit Medium' knew he needed to distance himself from the other party.

Without thinking, the 'Spirit Medium' sprinted forward, yanking the rope in his hand fiercely, flinging it backwards.

Whoo!

The rope, which bound Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster, swung the three men backward like a meteor hammer.

But the three men were stopped before they reached the person behind.

It wasn't the person behind who made a move.

Instead...

The Death Serpent Banyan!

Swish, swish, swish!

Three Snake Vines shot out from the crown of the Death Serpent Banyan, intercepting Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster midway.

The remaining one hundred and eighteen Snake Vines, like a violent storm, lashed fiercely toward the 'Spirit Medium'.

Not metaphorically,

Literally aiming for the face.

Because—

Arthur's command.

"Sporting such a face yet engaging in such shady activities, I feel like you're mocking me!"

Among the rapid lashes of the Snake Vines, Arthur's voice emerged faintly.

The young 'Spirit Medium' stopped hiding his figure, and walked out slowly.

Though his facial expression remained gentle, anyone could see a hint of chill in the eyes of the young 'Spirit Medium'.

Arthur was angry.

Everyone could reach that conclusion.

And that was what Arthur wanted; he hoped that anyone would mistakenly think that it was only after seeing that face, similar to his own, that he acted out of anger.

Unlike his front, who got dragged into the current situation.

He was somewhat passive.

Because he utilized the rumor of Marinda's 'pregnancy,' his attention should have been entirely on Marinda, which is why he had the Bandage Swordsman inform Eli to seek refuge at No. 2 Cork Street in an awkward yet accepted manner.

Arthur wanted to use this as an entry point into the matter.

But unexpectedly, the other party was too cooperative.

They straightforwardly disguised themselves and attacked Eli and the others.

What else was there to say?

Naturally, it was time to openly take action.

Even the Countess wouldn't stop this.

In fact, that was true—

Standing next to protect Marinda, the face of the Female Swordmaster of the Countess flushed with anger, and she scolded vehemently.

"You despicable creature, how dare you impersonate Arthur!"

In her scolding, the Female Swordmaster already clenched the handle of her Plank Sword.

If Arthur had not just asked her to help look after Marinda, the Swordmaster might have already rushed up to teach the impostor a lesson.

Clearly, the Female Swordmaster, imbued with knightly spirit, could not accept such impersonation.

And Marinda's eyes also flashed with menace.

"The 'Pale Hand,' huh?

Very well, I will remember that."

The lady said softly.

Her voice was casual, yet the tone was extremely cold.

No one would doubt that this lady harbored a killing intent, not only towards the person before her but also towards the organization that person belonged to. Upon hearing that it was the Pale Hand causing trouble, the nearby Female Swordmaster immediately felt her anger solidify.

"You rats again!"

The Female Swordmaster shouted.

Leaving aside the fact that the entire family of 'Viscount Primo' was killed in battle, and the South Los Family already had a grudge against this organization,

Just the recent incident where the other party impersonated a member of the 'Death Poetry Society' and infiltrated the guards of the Countess of South Los had already crossed the line for the South Los Family.

And now?

They even dared to impersonate Arthur, who the Lord Count greatly admired.

Since when did the people of the 'Pale Hand' become so audacious?

Or is it that...

Someone instructed them?!'

The Female Swordmaster couldn't help but think.

As for who the instructor was?

Was there even a need to ask?

It must be the Old Lion!

Marinda quietly observed the expression of the Female Swordmaster.

This lady knew that for a considerable time in the future, life in South Los wouldn't be easy for the 'Pale Hand.'

As for the words just spoken?

They were definitely not meant to divert disaster elsewhere.

She truly intended to strike at the 'Pale Hand.'

In this lady's view, since the other party had impersonated Arthur to cause trouble, it had touched upon the benefits jointly established by her and Arthur.

Today, they impersonated Arthur.

Could they impersonate her tomorrow?

Therefore, this lady believed it necessary to teach the 'Pale Hand' a lesson.

A lesson they would remember for a lifetime.

A lesson so painful that just thinking about it would make them despair.

Also, given her power, achieving this would require a long time, during which some accidents could occur.

Thus, to simplify matters, this lady prepared to borrow the power of the South Los Family.

From what she could see now, the effect was good.

Thinking this, the lady looked towards Arthur in the arena—

The counterfeit was being thrashed by the 'Death Serpent Banyan,' retreating repeatedly.

Especially his face, which already had over a dozen gory gashes.

The original human skin mask was long ago mush, and now the gashes revealed his real face.

However, after being lashed by the 'Snake Vine' more than a dozen times, his original appearance was indiscernible.

"Ah ah ah!"

A piercing scream rose from his mouth.

Row upon row, it caused a ringing in the ears.

Even, after building up, Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster, who had just awoken, fainted once again.

'A sonic attack?

No!

It's...

A secret technique similar to using sound for hypnosis!'

Arthur, who had mastered the essence of the 'Sound of Death,' easily figured out this guy's tricks, of course, there were more tricks up his sleeve.

Death Qi!

Thick Death Qi billowed out from his sleeves.

The Death Qi was so dense that it was almost like smoke.

It billowed ceaselessly, enveloping the entire Cork Street.

Following that—

Soul Fire!

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Cluster after cluster of Soul Fire danced in the dense Aura of Death.

It didn't ignite but appeared.

Soul Fire, along with new Skeletons holding rusty weapons, appeared in the eye sockets of these Skeletons, and as soon as they appeared, they formed a formation under the command of the 'Pale Hand' member, blocking the 'Death Serpent Banyan' while the emergence of these Skeletons also steadied the 'Pale Hand' member's heart.

"I never expected to truly meet you, Lord Kledos of South Los' Spirit Medium.

I've thought more than once under what circumstances I would meet you, but never expected it would be like this.

Though it is very impolite, with Lady Julie and Miss Caesar watching, I cannot truly display my strength and must resort to such little tricks—

3000 Skeleton Warriors.

Although their levels are not high, I think they can slightly delay you, right?"

As the other party said this, those Skeleton Warriors had already charged.

Being of the undead, they knew no fear and were unafraid of death.

Moreover, they were numerous.

Even at this moment, they still surged unstoppably from that dense Aura of Death.

White bones formed a white tidal wave, relentlessly charging towards the dark figure.

The Female Swordmaster swung her Plank Sword to join the battle.

Marinda also picked up her pipe again.

Both women were clear that a single Skeleton Warrior was manageable, a single soldier could handle it, but 3000 Skeleton Warriors were not that easy.

Skeleton Warriors, naturally immune to mental intimidation, once in sufficient numbers, could not be taken lightly by anyone.

But, the next moment, both ladies were stunned.

They watched Arthur in shock.

Watching Arthur confidently step forward.

Watching the Skeleton Warriors charging towards Arthur suddenly stop in their tracks.

Watching as Arthur passed in front of the Skeleton Warriors, all of them knelt on one knee.

The Soul Fire in their eye sockets, which had been flickering lightly, now flared up into blazing flames, as if to shout—

Long live the Emperor!