They all call me master

Chapter 699 Fangs I

The Marquis of West Berlin had high hopes for his sword master.

Not only is Sweet young and talented, his strength has already reached the advanced level, but more importantly, he is loyal!

Sweet had unparalleled loyalty to him and the West Berlin family.

As a result, Sweet was one of the most important tools he left to his daughter.

He believed that it would only take about another 10 years for Sweet to reach the threshold of ‘stepping up’, and by that time, his daughter would also begin to take over the West Berlin family.

And when Sweet truly became a 'climber', his daughter happened to be able to truly take charge of the West Berlin family.

At that time, Sweet was his daughter's right-hand man, and also a "card" on the table for the West Berlin family - a "card" that everyone knew, but was extremely afraid of!

Anyone who targets the West Berlin family will use this card first, and then his daughter!

But now!

Sweet is dead!

Feeling the dissipation of the 'Lion Heart Ceremony', the Marquis couldn't help but stagnate.

And just at this moment——

The West Berlin side lit up with light.

Not bright.

Although it is light, it feels darker than the darkness at night, and it is deeper and...

evil!

Yes, it is evil!

An evil that wants to scream crazily every time it breathes, dragging all surrounding creatures into hell, and that light is the light that emerges from hell!

Anyone with a strong will will instinctively retreat when they see that light.

But more people will be attracted to that kind of glory.

In fact, hundreds of people were already walking there.

The moment these people came into contact with the light, their entire bodies began to melt.

Skin ulcers.

Flesh and blood surged.

Cross-visceral flow.

Even the hardest bones become the basis for this 'ritual'.

Those bones burned.

In the green flames, ghosts appeared one after another.

They are all those who have just been attracted.

At this moment, they were biting each other.

They devoured each other, and almost instantly, a skeleton far beyond imagination appeared.

The skull was twenty meters in size.

Flying in mid-air, his mandible opened and closed, spitting out green flames, and rushed towards the Marquis of West Berlin.

"You deserve to die!"

The Marquis of West Berlin looked past the huge skeleton and looked at the twelve figures that were no longer hidden due to the ritual.

‘Riptide Squad’!

The 'Riptide Team' formed and assembled by Delpork of the 'River God Cult' in the 'Trail of Ate'il'!

The Margrave of West Berlin knew about this squad.

However, I never took it to heart.

Because, in the eyes of the Marquis of West Berlin, this team is very weak.

Even the strongest among them have not entered the level.

Most of them are at the Arcana level, and only one person is at the Major Arcana level.

This kind of power is extremely remarkable in the eyes of ordinary mysterious people.

But in the eyes of the real nobles, it really doesn't matter.

Only those who have truly entered the ranks are worthy of being looked upon seriously by the great nobles.

But this kind of negligence caused the Marquis of West Berlin to suffer extremely unnecessary losses - he just saw that in just an instant, at least four hundred people died in this ritual-like secret technique.

Of course, this is not important!

Importantly, does such a ceremony still exist in West Berlin?

if so……

where?

More importantly, why had he not discovered such a ritual before!

To arrange such a ceremony, it cannot be completed silently. It must have been arranged for a long time, so... traitor!

Thinking of this, the Marquis of West Berlin became even more angry.

Looking at the huge skull flying towards him, the earl raised his hand——

kill!

Kill kill kill!

There is no reservation, the West Berlin family's core secret skill [Iron-Blooded Killing] is used to the extreme.

Suddenly, the space with the Marquis of West Berlin as the center of the circle became sticky at this moment, as if it was filled with invisible water.

The water turned into waves, constantly lapping around.

Yura, who became like a tentacle and used his hair as a means of attack, immediately let out a sharp scream.

Immediately afterwards, there was the huge skull.

The huge skull, which was full of force and spitting out green flames, seemed to be extremely strong and difficult to deal with, simply shattered.

Snapped!

It was like glass being broken.

Looking at this scene, the Marquis of West Berlin did not feel the slightest joy of victory.

On the contrary, the Lord Marquis' expression changed drastically.

not good!

…

Sweet looked at Gresa who was breathing rapidly and sweating on the tip of her nose. The original idea of ​​​​retreating disappeared unconsciously.

catch him!

Get Graissa!

Even an old lion will not ignore the safety of his eldest son!

By capturing the eldest son of the old lion, the West Berlin family will gain a big enough advantage when facing the inner bay!

One thought after another emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly, the swordsman of the Marquis of West Berlin began to feel hot inside.

The swordsman was ready to give his loyalty to the Margrave of West Berlin a try.

However, the West Berlin swordsman did not step forward recklessly.

He circled Gresa in a roving manner.

He wants to consume more of Gresa's energy.

Time passed minute by minute.

When sweat filled Gresa's forehead and the fist was delayed for more than a moment, the swordsman of West Berlin stopped dodging and began to attack - he rushed straight towards Gresa's body.

He had just discovered that although the eldest son of the old lion had strange attacks, his body never moved every time he attacked.

seem……

Can not move!

In this regard, the West Berlin swordsman had some guesses.

And when the West Berlin swordsman noticed that when he rushed towards Gresa, the eldest son of the old lion showed panic on his face, he knew that his guess was right.

Without any further hesitation, the swordsman from West Berlin drew his sword directly when he was less than one meter away from Gresa——

Clang!

The blade of the sword is like frost, and the light of the sword is like the moon.

A perfect half-moon slash.

This blow is enough to cut through steel.

Even a knight in heavy armor would be cut into two pieces.

However, Gresa did not.

The old lion's eldest son stood there intact.

On the contrary, Sweet was stopped at the waist.

The West Berlin swordsman's eyes widened and he looked at the eldest son of the old lion in front of him in disbelief.

"you you……"

"madness!"

Without giving his opponent more time, Gresa directly chopped off the head of the West Berlin swordsman.

Ignoring the blood stains on the golden coat, Gresa picked up the head of the dead West Berlin swordsman. The eldest son of the old lion looked at the head in his hand, and an increasingly bold plan appeared in his mind.

"fail?

Will not!

I don't recognize this failure! "

Gresa held the sword in one hand and the head in the other, and her voice became louder and louder——

"I want to turn defeat into victory!"