They all call me master

Chapter 926: Climbing the stairs

Chapter 926 Stairs Ⅱ

The Land of Death.

Arthur looked at everything from a bird's-eye view——

'Death'? !

The roaring words entered his ears, with information that Arthur could not ignore.

The young psychic looked at the old gentleman in a black suit again, his eyes reflecting the deep color, appearing darker and darker.

Silence.

Withering.

In the end, it returned to death.

That was the end of all things, but also a new starting point.

After being single and extreme, a new beginning unconsciously attracted Arthur's attention.

After the young psychic's talent [Breath of Death] flashed rapidly several times, the kind of looming inseparability made Arthur suddenly understand what happened to his sudden talent during his baptism.

Derived from 'death'.

But...

Will 'death' be so kind?

Impossible!

Absolutely not!

Arthur's [spirituality] told this.

And the next moment, it was also confirmed--

When Arthur's talent [Death Breath] flashed, the old gentleman in the black suit immediately discovered something keenly. The old gentleman raised his head and scanned the surroundings.

He was searching for that trace of death.

His face became extremely ugly.

Because...

He was fooled again.

"Old Charlie!"

'Death' roared in a low voice.

But immediately, it was drowned by the rich white light.

Not pale white.

But thunder white.

A war hammer appeared in the hands of the middle-aged man.

Amidst the flashing and bursting of electric currents, the middle-aged man jumped high--

"'Death' you betrayer!"

The middle-aged man smashed down with the war hammer, and his roar turned into thunder.

Boom!

In this dead and silent place, a thunder fell from the sky, and this world seemed to be cut.

But it stopped abruptly.

The old gentleman raised his right hand.

The pure silver ring inlaid with bones flashed with light.

Millions of ghosts surged out.

It was as dark as ink, like waves, and it was terrifying.

The middle-aged man who fell from the sky was blown away with the lightning.

"Hey, Nanlos, you are still like this."

The old gentleman chuckled, looking at the middle-aged man shrouded by ghosts, and continued to speak: "Whose alias did you use?

Let me guess.

Is it your mentor, Elder?

Is it your servant, Toth?

Or your good friend who fought side by side...

Kate?"

The old gentleman laughed more happily in the sarcastic words.

Because, these people were killed indirectly or directly by him.

Especially that Kate.

She was Nanlos's good friend, who blocked his hidden arrow for Nanlos.

The body withered with the soul.

He still remembers the scene when Nanlos wanted to pick up his friend's body, but the body turned into quicksand. He still remembers Nanlos' scream.

Just like this moment -

Roar!

Lightning shot up into the sky.

A middle-aged man with a simple face...

No!

Under the electric current, the disguise was completely gone.

A handsome face appeared in front of everyone, with arcs flashing at the ends of his hair.

At this moment, the millions of ghosts were completely annihilated.

Boom!

In the thunder that was far louder than before, the old Earl of Nanlos fell from the sky like a thunder dragon.

At the same time, the kind-faced old man was full of green.

One after another, the virtual vines directly grabbed the old gentleman.

"Dare to touch me directly.

Old Hunter, you are really not afraid of death."

The old man smiled.

"Afraid.

How could I not be afraid.

However, compared to my death, your death as a 'death' makes me cheer more-Aaron, do it!"

Sharp!

The unparalleled sharpness rose to the sky on the young man.

The laziness on the young man had long disappeared at this moment.

What he had was the sharpness of a sword.

In the dead and silent place, air currents suddenly rolled up.

That was a cry.

It was also a longing.

It was an obsession.

Buzz!

In the boundless and silent land, a long sword thrown into the abyss burst into endless brilliance.

It heard the master's cry.

It--

is coming!

There was no sound of breaking through the air, the long sword cut through the void and appeared in Aaron's hand.

It was at this moment that Aaron began to become complete.

The sword and the man, merged into one.

It was like a sharp edge cutting the void.

But more of it was...

holiness and compassion.

"'Sword Saint' Ikaros!

At this point, you still can't let go?"

The old gentleman looked at the young man, calling Aaron's real name, and couldn't help sighing.

And this sigh was exchanged for a sword from the 'Sword Saint' Ikaros.

This sword changed the color of the sky and the earth.

This sword... cut off Arthur's prying eyes.

Standing on the stairs, Arthur narrowed his eyes.

Old Earl Nanlos.

The middle-aged man who looked simple and honest turned out to be the old Earl of Nanlos.

The dead old Earl of Nanlos was actually alive.

Not only alive, but also already a demigod.

That’s right, a demigod!

Arthur, who stood on the fourth level, could be sure that the old Earl of Nanlos was already a demigod.

‘Not only was he heavily disguised, but he also faked his death.

Did you abandon almost everything for revenge?

Hatred is so persistent. ’

Arthur sighed, but another young man unconsciously appeared in his mind.

Or to be more precise, 'Juggernaut' Icarus.

The young psychic's aura of scumbag similar to that of old Charlie always made the young psychic concerned.

Of course, there is also ‘death’!

Immediately, the coldness in Arthur's eyes became stronger.

At this time, Arthur suddenly thought of a saying from his hometown——

How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch?

He possesses ‘death’.

The other party is ‘death’ again.

It must be old Charlie's fault.

The other party's sudden change of color had already shown that he had suffered a big loss at the hands of old Charlie.

Arthur naturally applauded this.

After applause?

Just thinking about how to...

Kill the opponent.

After all, one ‘death’ is enough.

'Just want to kill 'death'...'

Arthur considered.

In the scene just now, it seemed that 'Death' was at a disadvantage, but Arthur did not think that 'Death' would really die - his [spirituality] told him that things were not that simple.

Therefore, he has to step in.

In his way.

However, before that——

Arthur's eyes looked at the one with the middle thickness.

After holding his breath again, he got close to the middle-thickness thread and listened.

Next one, the fragrance is tangy.

It's a rich coconut flavor.

He stood on the beach.

He saw the 'God of Potions' and 'God of Alchemy' Herc again.

Different from the previous 'blur'.

This time, Arthur saw extremely clearly.

He saw the revered 'God of Potions' and 'God of Alchemy' climbing up the coconut tree and picking coconuts with deft hands and feet.

The hard coconut shell was torn open by the opponent.

And a straw made of rolled grass roots is inserted into it.

Then--

"Would you like to taste it?"

Hulk raised his hand and handed one of the coconuts to Arthur.

Arthur was stunned.

Then, smile.

He roughly guessed what Hulk wanted to do.

He had experienced it once before.

So, after Arthur took the coconut, he raised his hand and grabbed one from Herc's hand.

“What you gave me must be a clue.

But I want to eat coconut. "

Arthur said these words, stepped back, and returned to the fourth level again.

The two coconuts in his hand also turned into two notes.

To be precise, it was a note split in two.

After the notes were spliced together, a map of Coconut Island appeared, which was drawn in great detail and marked with an × - next to the × was marked 'my laboratory'.

Of course, this is the front.

On the back there is…

A graffiti.

A child waving his hands furiously, and an old man holding a coconut and laughing.

A line of small words appeared on the side: Do you want to eat coconut? I won’t let you eat it!

Looking at the graffiti and the crooked boy, Arthur rolled his eyes.

‘Are you a child?

Interesting?

Coconut is not sweet, it is sour! ’

Arthur complained in his heart.

But without any hesitation, he directly informed his other vest of the location of the laboratory.

The [General Puppet] who was far away on the Coconut Island off the coast of Nanlos immediately took action.

Arthur looked at the thickest thread.

Unlike before, I had to wait.

This time, before Arthur could react, there was a change before his eyes.

Then--

He was held in a hug.

"You're finally back!

Arthur, my grandson!

I brought you back! "

The sound ringing in his ears made Arthur's tense muscles begin to relax, and the surging deathly energy also subsided. He could clearly feel the moisture on the top of his head, the tips of his hair, and his forehead.

He managed to lean back and saw old Charlie crying bitterly.

He was exactly the same as the old Charlie in his memory, who was silver-haired, tall, with narrow eyes, and looked like a fox.

No!

A little different!

Even better than in memory...

hansome!

At a height of 1.9 meters, there is no rickets that an old man should have, and there is not a single wrinkle on his face.

Of course, some things never change.

For example: shed tears and snot.

Forget the tears.

Seeing the snot getting closer and closer to him, the young psychic leaned back as hard as he could, so that his entire upper body was almost parallel to the floor of the carriage.

Of course old Charlie noticed.

But old Charlie cried harder.

His grandson actually disliked him.

Subconsciously, old Charlie began to shake his nose.

Arthur dodged again and again.

At first, it was just instinct.

But soon, it turned into the man's pure desire to win.

"Arthur, you want to escape, but you still have a hundred years to go!

Glue it on for me! "

As he spoke, Old Charlie shook his head, and his nose drew a perfect semicircle, sweeping towards Arthur.

"Disgusting old man!

Get out of here! "

Arthur lowered his body as much as possible and let the snot fly over his head. Then he rolled over and raised his hand to pick up the cushion beside him.

Snap!

The sniffling nose fell directly onto the cushion.

Arthur threw the snot-stained cushion in the corner of the carriage as if he was electrocuted - he wanted to open the window and throw it out, but his [spirituality] told him not to do so.

Otherwise, you will encounter misfortune.

This scene made old Charlie feel relieved.

A smile appeared involuntarily on the corner of old Charlie's mouth.

"Arthur, you have grown up.

I'm sorry that I didn't protect you well before and you died in a 'premeditated' accident.

sorry. "

Old Charlie said, with shame on his face.

Arthur frowned slightly.

After thinking for two seconds, the young psychic asked.

"Am I really Arthur?"

"certainly.

Your soul is Arthur, it’s just that when you went to that world, you drank three bowls of soup according to the rules of that world - I’m sorry, grandpa had to use this method to resurrect you, that bastard did it the first time At that time, he designed everything, and his power completely destroyed your body. "

Old Charlie nodded with certainty.

Arthur, on the other hand, quickly grasped the information.

"first?"

"Well, first time!

It was a terrible experience. Not only did you die, but Drake, Cassandra, and all my darlings died too.

So, I looked for ways to change.

I cut off all the timelines extending from me, burned an ancient god, and returned to the present with the help of his anchor. "

Old Charlie explained.

"Returned to the present?"

Arthur frowned.

Does your future self return to the present?

What about myself now?

Could it be...

"Yes, it's just what you thought - I am dead now, the night you died.

However, what is different from before is that I used the future and the remaining 'blood of the ancient gods' in my hand to make a bet with 'death'.

He believes that He is the only one and that nothing that has been designed will change.

Especially death.

Then, He lost.

Lost...

three times! "

Old Charlie said and held up three fingers.

Arthur sat across from him and began to look around, then looked at his grandfather.

‘Death’ is too obvious.

"So, you share in His power?"

"Yes, and also wrong.

It is the remaining rules of the 'blood of the ancient gods'. He who is contaminated by these rules will no longer be able to obtain the original sin 'deception' that he has always hoped for.

Therefore, He must give up this part of his power.

But He didn't want this power to go to waste.

therefore……"

"scapegoat!"

Arthur blurted out.

Old Charlie smiled and nodded.

"However, you have been prepared for a long time, but you successfully accepted this part of the power at this time - isn't this the trick of the 'spiritual medium'?"

Arthur asked rhetorically.

Arthur was too familiar with the tricks of the 'psychic medium'.

Arthur is even more familiar with this kind of trick of asking someone to bury him in a urn.

"yes!

I am a 'spiritual medium', so what's wrong with me using the 'spiritual medium' trick? "

Old Charlie looked like he was taking it for granted.

But Arthur shook his head.

“No! No!

So easy!

Everything is so easy!

Old Charlie, you are still hiding the key point! "

Arthur looked at old Charlie.