They all call me master

Chapter 810: Snake Transformation III

God!

No!

It's a descendant of God!

In his mind, Mr. Gwen instantly connected the 'Kratos family' with the legendary descendants of God, but immediately, the old man shook his head again.

Because -

Even if they are true descendants of God, they cannot make a god a follower.

Unless, the other party is...

God!

After getting this answer, Mr. Gwen immediately took a breath of cold air.

Is Arthur Kratos a god?

No!

Definitely not!

But if not, why would it be...

Wait!

The current Arthur Kratos is not a god.

But what about before?

What about the Arthur Kratos in the past?

Could he be a god?

The sword that killed the 'devourer' Imora, the 'Ikaros' Imora exclaimed!

It is rumored that 'Ikaros' is one of the twenty-seven heroes.

And in the sacred age, every hero was considered to be the reincarnation of a god.

Recalling the knowledge he had read in the past, Mr. Gwen's eyes began to change, becoming doubtful, frightened, and...

Awe!

That's right, awe!

The gods in the legend are worthy of respect.

And the one who can be followed by the gods in the legend must be an existence that cannot be truly described in human history, an existence that was regarded as a totem in the golden age, and is...

Supreme!

'I actually encountered such an existence! '

Mr. Gwen was so excited that his whole body trembled.

The old man felt like he was witnessing history.

No!

Not witnessing history!

But participating in it and becoming history!

The next moment, the old man's eyes were a little hot.

Nothing can make a "historian" more excited than participating in history and becoming a historical record.

If there is?

Then it is naturally to participate in more history and become more historical records.

Thinking of this, the old man knelt down on the ground without any hesitation.

Not on one knee.

But on both knees.

The old man prostrated himself there, chanting in a low voice -

"The eternal monster, the heir of the rebellious bloodline, the creator of Ragnarok, the reverent of the northern gods, the ruler of the Chaos Blade, the owner of the Leviathan Axe, Kratos..."

The old man chanted the name of Kratos.

As a believer of the Inland River God, the old man concealed the followers.

But the many prefixes and the name of Kratos are enough.

It is enough to have a leading role.

The hundred people knelt on the ground and chanted like the old man.

Although these people are not as knowledgeable as Gwen, they can still understand the meaning of "followers".

What's more, there have been rumors that the master of the "Inland River God" is Arthur Kratos.

Now, it has only been confirmed.

The Inland River God makes them believe.

The master of the Inland River God makes them worship.

Including Tolan, they all joined the ranks of prayer.

Borrowing Grindelwald's eyes to look at the scene in front of him, Arthur's heart was calm.

Everything in front of him was normal for Arthur.

It's not that Arthur had calculated everything.

As a psychic, there is no calculation.

He just slightly integrated the resources.

Crash!

When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, the snake Nidhogg emerged from the inner river.

Unlike the previous cautiousness.

This time, with the permission of his father Arthur, the snake Nidhogg stretched his body to his heart's content.

The shock brought by the 80-meter-long and 6-meter-thick giant appearing in front of anyone cannot be described in words. Imagine the feeling of a moving skyscraper appearing in front of you. Anyone will be scared by it. The huge difference in size is enough to make anyone's scalp numb.

At this moment, it is no exception.

Looking at the huge body shining in the morning light, feeling the cold light on the dark scales, and listening to the strong wind brought by each tongue spitting.

Everyone present was stunned.

They stared at the snake Nidhogg in a daze.

It took three full seconds for Tolan and old Mr. Gwen to react.

"Your Majesty!"

Tolan and old Mr. Gwen shouted together.

"Your Majesty!"

The rest of the people shouted together.

Then, they prostrated themselves on the ground again.

Looking directly at the gods is a great sin.

As believers of the 'Inner River Church', they certainly knew this.

And Arthur was waiting for this opportunity.

Before anyone noticed, Arthur had appeared above the head of the snake Nidhogg.

Feeling his father's presence, the snake Nidhogg couldn't help shaking his body with joy, stirring the water of the inner river to create more waves.

Arthur smiled and touched his pet.

Then, he raised his hand.

The [Blood of Drowned Love] on his hand began to emit a faint red color.

These red colors seemed to be a misty air under the morning light.

Then, it merged into the sunlight and shone on the believers in front of them.

All the believers noticed something strange.

But they would not resist.

Their faces became more and more fanatical.

Divine arts!

They were given divine arts!

And in order to be able to perform divine arts better in the future, no matter how many strange things there are, they will endure it!

Like the feeling of being bitten by a mosquito?

It's nothing!

Abel manipulated it carefully, sucking the blood of these believers while giving them some mystical abilities.

According to the original pattern, it should suck Arthur's blood, then suck the blood of the person who received the gift, and then turn them into blood slaves, blood fighters, etc.

But does it dare to suck Arthur's blood?

No.

That's not sucking blood.

That's courting death.

Fortunately, its master is a kind master. When it applied for some believers' blood to make up for itself, its master agreed.

It finally!

Long time no see!

Tasted the real blood!

That kind of fragrance and sweetness made it want to let go and suck!

But it can clearly feel the gaze of its master!

So, it is very honest.

It is just cowardly.

But as a worm, what's wrong with being a little cowardly?

Therefore, Abel carefully controlled the amount of blood sucked, so that the believers who were sucked blood would only feel slightly strange, but would not really feel uncomfortable.

In this process, Abel needed to fight against the instinct of the blood sucking worm.

It was a bit tiring.

But compared with granting these people the power of secret arts, it was nothing.

It was not difficult to grant ordinary secret arts, but its master required that the gifted person's "talent" be as consistent as possible, which made Abel feel troubled.

If these people really had "talent", would they still need to do this?

But it could not disobey the master's order.

So, it could only be as close to the "talent" as possible to what these guys already had.

This was troublesome but not difficult for Abel.

After all, it had already obtained all the information about these believers from the blood.

'This one has well-developed muscles, suitable for giant strength! '

'This one has a good brain, suitable for secondary memory! '

'Is this a chef? Then it's the fire arrow! '

...

Abel began to classify.

Arthur looked at the scene in front of him calmly.

Behind him, the sun completely jumped out of the horizon.

At this moment——

The sun rose.