They all call me Great Master-Chapter 702 - 699: Fang III

The night was profound, the Light Sword crimson.

Fresh Blood seemed to play the prelude to Death.

The moment the Light Sword appeared in the night sky over Port Doldot, the residents there felt as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

At that moment, husbands held their wives, and wives held their children.

Being ordinary individuals, they were powerless.

All they could do was pray silently.

Pray that all this would pass.

Pray that their families would remain unharmed.

As for Mystic Side Individuals at that moment, their situation wasn't any better.

In fact, it was even more tragic.

The existence of "Spirituality" distinguished them from others.

It granted them superior status on normal days.

But now?

That very "Spirituality" they once took pride in now made them feel the terror of the Ascend Stepper even more keenly.

Drawn by Fresh Blood, the resulting Death felt like falling into an abyss.

Those with strong willpower could still barely stand.

Those with slightly weaker willpower fell to their knees utterly subdued.

Low cries emerged from these people.

They, after being affected by the Core Mystical Arts of the Death Poetry Society called "Abyss of Death,", were completely trapped under the illusion cast by the Secret Treasure of the Bloodline Clan, "Blood of the Night."

However, these individuals definitely did not include the Marquess of West Berlin.

The master of West Berlin hovered midair, his face sullen yet not panicked, only a gleam of iciness in his eyes.

"Delpock!"

The voice of Marquis squeezed tightly out between his teeth.

As the master of West Berlin, the Marquis naturally recognized Delpock.

Even, for a long time to counterbalance the Pain Church, the Marquis had even indulged the other party.

Otherwise, even if Delpock was cunning, it would not have been possible for him to grow the Inland Church that much.

But now, the Marquis regretted it as he watched the Crimson Sword under the night sky.

It wasn't that the Crimson Sword posed any harm to him.

But...

He needed to reveal a trump card.

A trump card he did not want to use lightly.

Because, the cost was too great.

And conventional means?

Feeling the bloodiness, the eeriness, and the Death Qi, the Marquis certainly did not want to touch it a bit—he sensed the power of a curse within it.

The type of power that witches are best at.

If contaminated with this power, the likelihood was that life would be worse than death.

A small chance was that he might drop dead instantly.

Thus, facing this terrifying power, the Marquis not only retreated swiftly but also deployed one of the Core Mystical Arts of the West Berlin Family, "Array of Cannons."

When is a trump card used?

Right at this moment!

Above the head of the Marquis, in the void, cannons materialized.

The mouth of the cannon arranged in five rows, ten rows in a column, totaling ten columns.

Overall, five hundred cannons were aimed at the Crimson Sword.

But the real attacker was—

An arrow!

A Golden Arrow appeared out of nowhere, and as the Marquess of West Berlin exhaled, the bowstring was slowly drawn.

Whoosh!

The wind surged suddenly.

The clouds dispersed.

In a unique rhythm, a Golden Arrow appeared on the bowstring.

And with the appearance of the Golden Arrow, the hair on the forehead of the Marquess of West Berlin began to turn white, and very obvious wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Life span!

The cost of using this trump card was his lifespan.

A Golden Arrow requires at least three years of life.

Moreover, using it in a short span doubles the life it consumes.

Furthermore, this consumption is irreversible.

The life consumed cannot be restored by any Secret Medicine.

Similarly, such an attack is extremely terrifying.

When the golden arrow appeared, the incoming Crimson Sword stopped mid-air.

As the golden arrow began to gather strength, the incoming Crimson Sword started to slowly retreat.

And when the golden arrow was shot, the incoming Crimson Sword shattered.

The arrowhead touched the sword tip.

The latter, utterly collapsed upon contact.

The former, its momentum unabated.

Delpock was pierced through.

Or more precisely, the moment the Golden Arrow touched him, a large part of Delpock's body vaporized.

Yet even so, Delpock did not scream in agony; instead, he burst into loud laughter.

"Finally, fell for it!

Hahaha!"

The priest of the 'Inland Church' danced with joy, clutching the "Blood of the Night" which was visibly repairing his body.

This feeling was wonderful.

Delpock savored it as he raised his head to look at the increasingly distressed face of the Marquess of West Berlin.

"Marquis, do you know?

When I first stepped on the soil of West Berlin, I fantasized more than once about what our first formal meeting would be like.

Would I be groveling on the ground, begging for mercy?

Or would I be roaring in anger, fighting desperately?

I even thought that I might not be able to speak at all, and you might kill me just as you would carelessly step on an ant.

But, I really didn't expect that our first formal meeting would be like this.

You truly are...

Too foolish!

The same trap, and you fell for it twice!"

Delpock laughed until he was nearly in tears.

As a priest of the 'Inland River Cult,' Delpock tightly held the "Blood of the Night," feeling the continuous power flowing through it, a feeling of annoyance mixed with extreme excitement emerged.

This feeling made Delpock have an intense desire to confide.

Conveniently, there was a suitable person in front of him.

"You really disappoint me.

Why would I use such a useful trick only once?

Did you not think I would use it twice?

So, guess, is this move real or fake?"

Delpock knew his urge to confess stemmed from his insufficient strength, influenced by the "Blood of the Night" on his "Spirituality," but that did not prevent the priest of the 'Inland River Cult' from taking advantage of it.

It was just like when the priest of the 'Inland River Cult' just received the "Blood of the Night" and suddenly decided to deceive the Marquess of West Berlin once more.

For himself, Delpock was fairly self-aware.

Even with the aid of that influential person, having a Golden Ritual Board, sacrificing the 'Rapids Squad,' and hundreds of residents from Port Doldot, and even holding "Blood of the Night" in his hand, he was likely no match for the Marquess of West Berlin—who was a true Ascend Steper.

And him?

He was only temporary.

And, it was his first time.

Both in terms of experience and stamina, he was lacking.

Especially the latter, which was fatal.

Thus, Delpock chose to 'cheat.'

And he was qualified to 'cheat.'

Because, through that influential person, he knew that the Marquess of West Berlin possessed a terrifying weapon like the 'Golden Bow,' and using the 'Aura of Death' to propel a curse was not a difficult task, especially when the Crimson Sword made its entrance, striking preemptively, it was even easier.

Initially, Delpock was somewhat nervous.

But as soon as the Marquess of West Berlin brought out the 'Golden Bow,' he knew he had won.

Looking at the gloomy face of the Marquess of West Berlin, the priest of the 'Inland River Cult' laughed even louder—

"This time I have won, Marquis!

No one can change this outcome now!

I, declare, it!"