They all call me master.

Chapter 926: Ascending the Stairs II

The place of death.

Arthur watched everything from a bird's-eye view -

'die'?!

The roared words reached his ears, containing a message that Arthur could not ignore.

The young medium once again looked towards the old gentleman in the black tuxedo, his eyes reflecting that deep color, seeming even darker.

silence.

Withered.

Eventually, it ends in death.

That is the end of all things, but also a new beginning.

After the simplicity and extremeness, the brand new beginning unconsciously attracted Arthur's attention.

After the young psychic's talent [Breath of Death] flashed rapidly several times, the elusive and inseparable feeling made Arthur immediately understand the sudden talent he had when he was baptized.

Derived from 'death'.

but……

Would Death be so kind?

impossible!

Absolutely not!

Arthur's [spirituality] tells this.

And the next moment, it was also confirmed——

The old gentleman in the black suit immediately noticed something when Arthur's talent [Breath of Death] flashed. The old gentleman raised his head and looked around.

He was searching for that touch of death.

His expression turned extremely ugly.

because……

He was fooled again.

"Old Charlie!"

'Death' growled.

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

Not pale white.

But it is the white of thunder.

A war hammer appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.

Amidst the flashing and bursting of electric currents, the middle-aged man leaped high into the air.

"'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 bolt of lightning descended from the sky, and the whole world seemed to be cut in half.

But, it came to an abrupt end.

The old gentleman raised his right hand.

There was a flash of light on the pure silver ring inlaid with bones.

Millions of ghosts surged out.

It is as black as ink and looks like waves, which is terrifying.

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

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

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

Let me guess.

Is that your mentor, Elder?
Is it your servant, Thoth?

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

Kate?

Amid the sarcastic words, the old gentleman laughed even more happily.

Because these people were killed by him indirectly or directly.

Especially that Kate.

He is also a good friend of Nanlos, who blocked his hidden arrows for Nanlos.

The body withered along with the soul.

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

Just like this time——

Roar!
Lightning shot up into the sky.

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

Do not!
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, those millions of ghosts were completely reduced to ashes.

Boom!

Amid thunder that was far louder than any before, old Earl Nanlos descended from the sky like a thunder dragon.

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

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

“How dare you touch me directly.

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

The old man laughed.

“I’m scared.

How could I not be afraid?

However, compared to my death, your death makes me even more excited—Aaron, do it! "

Sharp!

Unparalleled sharpness soared into the sky from the young man's body.

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

It has the sharpness of a sword.

In the dead silent place, an air current suddenly blew up.

That's a cry.

Even more of missing you.

It's obsession again.

hum!
In the boundless land of death and silence, a long sword thrown into the abyss burst into endless brilliance.

It heard its master's call.

it--

coming!

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

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

The sword and the man become one.

It was like a sharp edge cutting through the void.

But more of that is...

Holiness and compassion.

"Sword Master Ikaros!
Now, can't you let it go?"

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

This sigh was exchanged for a sword strike from the 'Sword Saint' Ikaros.

This sword changed the sky and the earth.

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

Standing on the stairs, Arthur narrowed his eyes.

The old Earl of Nanlos.

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

The dead old Earl Nanlos is actually alive.

Not only is he alive, he has already become a demigod.

That’s right, demigod!
Arthur, standing on the fourth level, can be very sure that the old Earl of Nanros is already a demigod.

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

Did he 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, the 'Sword Master' Ikaros.

The scumbag aura of the other party, similar to that of old Charlie, always concerned the young psychic.

Of course, there is also 'death'!
Immediately, the coldness in Arthur's eyes intensified.

At this time, Arthur suddenly thought of a sentence from his hometown -

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

He owns 'Death'.

The other party is 'death' again.

It must be old Charlie’s doing.

The other party's furious look had already shown that he had suffered a great loss at the hands of old Charlie.

Arthur naturally applauded this.

After the applause?

Thinking about how to...

Kill the opponent.

After all, one death is enough.

"I 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.

So, he has to get involved.

In his way.

However, before that——

Arthur looked at the one with the middle thickness.

After holding his breath and concentrating again, he moved closer to the silk thread of medium thickness and listened attentively.

Next one, the aroma is so fragrant.

It smelled richly of coconut. He stood by the sea.

He saw Hulk, the 'God of Magic Potions' and 'God of Alchemy' again.

Different from the previous 'blur'.

This time, Arthur saw it very clearly.

He saw the revered 'God of Potions' and 'God of Alchemy' nimbly climbing up the coconut tree and picking coconuts.

The hard coconut shell was torn open by the other party.

And insert straws made of grass roots into them.

Then--

"Would you like to try it?"

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

Arthur was stunned.

Then, a smile.

He roughly guessed what Hulk wanted to do.

He had experienced this once before.

So, after Arthur took the coconut, he raised his hand and snatched another one from Hulk.

“What you gave me must be a clue.

But I want to eat coconut. ”

Arthur said this, stepped back, and returned to the fourth step.

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

To be precise, it was a note that was split into two.

After piecing the notes together, a map of Coconut Island appeared. It was drawn in great detail and marked with an × - next to the × was the word "my laboratory".

Of course, this is the positive side.

On the back there is...

A doodle.

A child waving his arms in anger, and an old man holding a coconut and laughing.

A line of small words appeared on the side: Want to eat coconut? No, I won’t give it to you!
Looking at the graffiti and then at the crooked boy, Arthur rolled his eyes.

'Are you a child?

Is this interesting?

Coconut is not sweet, it's sour! '

Arthur complained in his heart.

But without any hesitation, he directly told his other alias the location of the laboratory.

The [General Puppet] on Coconut Island far off the coast of South Los immediately took action.

And Arthur looked at the thickest filament.

Unlike before when you still had to wait.

This time, before Arthur could react, the scene in front of him changed.

Then--

He was held in his arms.

“You’re finally back!
Arthur, my grandson!
I brought you back!"

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

He struggled to look back and saw old Charlie crying bitterly.

He was exactly the same old Charlie in his memory, with silver hair, tall stature, narrow eyes, and a fox-like look.

Do not!
A little different!
Even better than I remembered...

hansome!

He was over 1.9 meters tall, but he didn't have the hunchback that an old man should have, and there wasn't a single wrinkle on his face.

Of course, some things never change.

For example: tears and snot.

Forget the tears.

Looking at the snot getting closer and closer to him, the young psychic leaned back as far as he could, until his upper body was almost parallel to the floor of the carriage.

Of course old Charlie noticed.

But old Charlie cried even harder.

His grandson actually despised him.

Subconsciously, Old Charlie began to flick his nose.

Arthur dodged again and again.

At first, it was just an instinct.

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

“Arthur, you want to dodge, but you still have a hundred years to go!

Glue it on for me!"

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

"Disgusting old man!

Get out of here! "

Arthur bent down as low as he could, letting the snot fly over his head. Then he rolled over and raised his hand to pick up the cushion beside him.

Snapped!
The snot that came back fell directly onto the cushion.

Arthur threw the snot-stained cushion into the corner of the carriage as if he had been electrocuted - he wanted to open the window and throw it out, but his [spirituality] told him it was better 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've grown up.

I'm sorry that I failed to protect you before, and you died in a 'premeditated' accident.

sorry. "

Old Charlie said this with a look of shame on his face.

Arthur frowned slightly.

After thinking for two seconds, the young psychic asked.

"I am 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 revive you. That bastard designed everything the first time, and his ability made your body completely destroyed."

Old Charlie nodded affirmatively.

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

"the first time?"

“Yeah, first time!
It was a terrible experience. Not only did you die, but Drake, Cassandra, and my dear ones also died.

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 point. "

Old Charlie explained.

"Back to the present?"

Arthur frowned.

Future self returning to the present?

What about yourself now?

Is it...

"Yes, it's just as you think - I'm already dead now, on the night you died.

However, unlike before, I used the future and the remaining 'blood of the ancient gods' in my hand as chips to make a bet with 'death'.

He believes that He is the only one and that everything that is designed will not change.

Especially death.

Then, He lost.

Lost...

three times!"

Old Charlie said this and held up three fingers.

Arthur sat down opposite and began to look around, then looked at his grandfather.

'Death' is too obvious.

"So, you got a share of His power?"

“Yes and no.

These are the remaining rules of the 'Blood of the Ancient Gods'. Having been tainted by these rules, he will no longer be able to obtain the original sin of 'fraud' that he has always desired.

Therefore, He must give up this part of power.

But He didn't want to waste this power.

therefore……"

"scapegoat!"

Arthur blurted out.

Old Charlie smiled and nodded.

"However, you, who were well prepared, successfully accepted this power at this time - isn't this the trick of the 'medium'?"

Arthur asked back.

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

Arthur is very familiar with this kind of luring people into a trap.

"yes!
I am the psychic, so what's wrong with me using psychic tricks?"

Old Charlie looked as if it was a matter of course.

But Arthur shook his head.

“No! No!

so easy!

It was all so easy!

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

Arthur looked at Old Charlie.

The relief in Old Charlie's eyes became even greater.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, and said in a lower voice -

"I was able to accept this part of the power of 'death' so smoothly because I was once...

piece!

'Blood' chess piece! "

(End of this chapter)