They all call me Great Master-Chapter 701 - 698: Fangs II

Gleisa never believed in so-called prophets.

So, his being discovered had only one possibility—

He had stepped into the trap set by the Marquess of Seberlin.

However, the trap wasn't set for him.

If it had been for him, it wouldn't have been just the Swordsmanship Chief who showed up. Given their personality, they would have come out in full force, trapping him here.

Even more, to be on the safe side, they would have taken personal action.

But now, that hadn't happened.

That indicated they merely wanted him to know the difficulty and retreat.

This was naturally because of his father.

Of that, Gleisa was well aware.

But what Gleisa understood even more was that the Marquess of Seberlin certainly had other targets.

What they were, Gleisa didn't know yet.

But Gleisa knew this would be the key to turning his defeat into victory.

Thus, the eldest son of the Old Lion immediately began making arrangements.

...

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Listening to the "Rapids Squad" report, Delpock was all smiles.

The sudden attack on the Pain Church was a bit easier than imagined.

Apart from occasional resistance, it was mostly smooth sailing.

Delpock was pleased with this situation.

As a priest of the Inland Church, he of course knew this was a temporary situation. Once the Pain Church regained their senses, the real battle would begin.

However, this didn't stop the Inland Church's priest from expanding his victories in the limited time.

Only by killing more enemies could the pressure be lessened when the enemies retaliated.

And after the battle?

It would be possible to deprive the enemy of their fighting force.

In fact, if there had been enough time, Delpock would have wanted his men to properly handle those female devotees of the Pain Church.

That kind of disgrace was a real sharp weapon to strike at the Pain Church.

Especially if they had husbands and children; that would be even better.

He would make those female devotees survive, for only in this way could those alive truly experience pain.

This suited the Pain Church perfectly!

"Alas, there isn't enough time."

Delpock sighed as he thought about even more cruel ways to treat the enemy.

And just then, the Messenger Stone Delpock carried began to flicker.

"My Lord, good evening, the plan is going smoothly."

Delpock moved to a concealed spot and whispered his report.

"Hmm, good.

Now, we need to alter the plan.

I need you to take action against that bald eagle right now."

Gleisa's voice came from the Messenger Stone.

"Yes, my Lord."

Delpock had no qualms about Gleisa altering the plan, even if it meant directly moving against the Marquess of Seberlin; Delpock had no objections.

In the original plan, this was already included.

It was just happening sooner now.

Of course, Delpock believed that Gleisa, having changed the plan, would certainly offer him acceptable terms.

In fact, it was so.

"Find an open space!"

Gleisa's voice rang out again.

Delpock immediately sprang into action.

He chose a small square in a middle-class residential area.

The next moment, ripples appeared in the space.

A ritual ten meters in diameter appeared out of thin air on the small square—the entire ritual's tracks and base material completely embedded on a gold plate, and as the iron plate hit the ground, emitting a muffled sound, Delpock scanned it and already knew what ritual it was.

The Abyss of Death!

A secret ritual originating from the Death Poetry Society!

A secret technique completely built on human lives for terrifying attacks!

Delpock knew this technique too.

Before reaching Doldot Port, this technique was his reward.

It was because of this technique that he had opened up the situation at Doldot Port.

However, the ritual he had set up at that time was nothing compared to what was before his eyes now.

Not to mention anything else, he had only spent 2000 grams of gold, converted into small gold coins, that's just 1000 pieces, while the gold plate now before him weighed at least a hundred pounds.

Moreover, the skeletons embedded in it came from sixteen "Entry" level powerhouses.

With such a foundation...

Perhaps it could really kill the Marquess of Seberlin.

And yet, it was far from over.

As the Golden Ritual Board touched the ground, a crimson gemstone appeared in Delpock's hand.

Upon seeing the gemstone, Delpock's expression changed, and excitement soon followed.

Blood of the Night!

A special prop powered by blood of the night, originating from the Bloodline Clan!

It had disappeared without a trace after the Death of the Blood Marquis.

Delpock was not surprised that Gleisa possessed this Treasure Bead.

Indeed, it only made sense that it was in Gleisa's hands.

"Feel its power well.

This is a rare opportunity for you."

Gleisa had said.

"Yes, Marquis!

I will not disappoint you!"

Delpock replied, kneeling on one knee.

By that time, Gleisa had already ended the communication.

Feeling the Messenger Stone had calmed, Delpock picked up his own Messenger Stone and began to contact his trusted subordinates.

But when the entire Rapids Squad arrived, they were shocked upon seeing the Golden Ritual Board on the ground.

Then, each man turned their excited gaze towards Delpock.

"Our Marquis has eliminated enough enemies for us, but unfortunately, he is one of our greatest enemies!

So—

We must hunt him down!

His death will make us the true masters of Port Doldot!"

Delpock, gazing at the distant sky where a figure loomed like a Divine Spirit, spoke with scorn and derision.

And this scorn and derision inspired the members of the Rapids Squad.

There was no opposition.

Nor was there any negligence.

Following Delpock's orders, they activated the Golden Ritual Board.

Immediately, it was as if the 'Glow of the Abyss' began attracting those with weaker wills around them.

When they saw the huge Skeleton burst into flames and take flight, the members of the Rapids Squad could not help but cheer excitedly.

But at the next moment, all the members of the Rapids Squad were stunned on the spot.

The skeleton's head shattered.

It was too fragile.

Fragile to the point it did not justify the sacrifice of hundreds.

Instinctively, the members of the Rapids Squad looked confusedly towards Delpock who was still concealed in the dark.

Facing his subordinates' gazes, Delpock wore a look of regret.

"Gentlemen, I am sorry.

Thank you for your loyalty.

Now, please offer up your lives for me."

Delpock gave a feigned bow.

The members of the Rapids Squad immediately tried to retreat, but it was too late; the thick Fresh Blood sprayed from the Golden Ritual Board enveloped them.

In an instant, they merged into the Fresh Blood just like the others lured previously.

Gurgling, gurgling!

The blood water bubbled on the Golden Ritual Board, boiling as if it were seething.

Delpock raised the Treasure Bead, the Blood of the Night, in his hand.

Fresh Blood gathered in the bead.

Death gathered in the body.

Entry!

Contact!

Ascend!

Delpock's momentum began to climb at Extreme Speed as these two powerful energies fused, boosting his power once more.

First Order!

Second Order!

Third Order!

Crimson light illuminated the night sky.

The scent of death pervaded everything.

Under the night sky, crimson cries echoed.

Death sang.

Bloodshed danced.

Lost Souls wept.

Priests cackled madly.

Buzz—

A crimson Light Sword, hundreds of meters long, then tore through the night sky, aiming directly at the Marquis.