They all call me Great Master-Chapter 374 - 371: Pale Hand!

Arthur looked down at his opponent, pointing from midair, as calm as the light clouds and gentle breeze.

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However, the member of the Death Poetry Society standing on the ground instinctively sensed an unprecedented crisis falling from the sky—

"Roar!"

A loud roar, akin to that of a wild beast, erupted from the mouth of this Death Poetry Society member.

Their originally pale, slightly green face turned completely greenish-blue, and four canine teeth protruded from their mouth, while strands of grayish-green hair stood up like a hedgehog’s spines.

What was more critical was that a three-meter-tall skeleton phantom appeared behind this Death Poetry Society member.

No sooner had the phantom appeared than the aroma of death, thick and rich, filled the area around.

Wither, decay.

Accompanied by cold.

Great Arcana Level!

Undoubtedly, Great Arcana Level!

Moreover, it was not just an ordinary Great Arcana Level but a particularly special one that had truly reached its peak, just a Chart away from breaking through to Entrant.

Feeling the unique wither and decay of the Aura of Death, Marinda and the Swordsmanship Chief were very certain of this.

At the same time, Marinda’s heart was filled with surprise.

As someone who had also chosen some Power of Death, this lady could clearly sense something extraordinary about this Death Poetry Society member before her eyes.

Different from any other Death Poetry Society member she had previously seen.

The aura of death they wielded was more restrained yet more volatile.

Very contradictory!

But it genuinely existed.

’By using their own "Death" to deceive the power of the "contract"…

No!

To be precise, they were resisting the "contract," using the power that defied the "contract" to continually cause their own ’Death,’ thus absorbing such Aura of Death to imbue their organs, bones, muscles, and thereby transform into this current form!

Death Poetry Society’s Walking Dead…

Tsk!

One should say, the ’Ghoul Ritual!’’

A spark of interest lit up in Marinda’s eyes.

As for the three major rituals of the Death Poetry Society, naturally, Marinda was aware of them.

Grudge Rite.

Ghoul Ritual.

Dirge Singer Ritual.

Most members of the Death Poetry Society would choose the Dirge Singer Ritual, which was better at manipulating emotions through words, directing others towards death.

Even members of the new faction of the Death Poetry Society who opt for a more direct method of death do the same.

For the Dirge Singer Ritual is easier to complete compared to the Grudge Rite and Ghoul Ritual.

Therefore, most of the Death Poetry Society members Marinda could meet were those who had completed the Dirge Singer Ritual, like those who underwent the Ghoul Ritual to become enormously strong and fearless against swords and cannons?

This was the first time she had seen one.

And the Grudge Rite?

Marinda had not witnessed one yet, but she was filled with anticipation.

For her, who had chosen to wield part of the Power of Death, such ’experiences’ were all beneficial, no harm.

However, compared to Marinda’s keen interest, the Female Swordmaster’s expression turned grim.

She had never imagined a Death Poetry Society member who had reached the Great Arcana Level and wielded special powers would infiltrate the Earl’s side.

Perhaps such powers would pose no threat to Lord Count.

But what if?

Destiny is unpredictable.

Life is unpredictable.

No one can be sure whether a single nail could truly destroy a nation.

But everyone would do their best to take care of this nail.

Moreover, there was a hidden crisis—

"The Ghoul Ritual"?

But what about that disguise?

Ha, "Pale Hand"!

You bunch of motherfucking bastards!"

The Female Swordmaster, of course, was also aware of the three major rituals of the Death Poetry Society, but unlike Marinda, this Swordsmanship Chief was more concerned about the disguise of the Death Poetry Society member present.

To deceive the "contract" to obtain death by using the "Ghoul Ritual" posed no problem.

However, covering up various symptoms of death that appeared on one’s body was not the forte of the "Ghoul Ritual."

Or rather, the "Ghoul Ritual" simply could not achieve this.

And in the heart of this Swordsmanship Chief, there was only one organization capable of doing so—

"Pale Hand"!

Unlike the Death Poetry Society, which worships death, considers death elegant like poetry, and merely produces death,

The "Pale Hand" pursued the "Sacredness of Death"!

This band of madmen believed that death should be holy, filled with a sense of ceremony, accompanied by flowers and applause.

They paid more attention to what happens after death!

Therefore, compared to the death of ordinary people, the deaths of some significant figures naturally satisfied them more!

The rumored death of the family of the Blood Marquis was shadowed by the "Pale Hand."

Of course, these were just rumors.

The Female Swordmaster could not be sure.

But there was something that this Female Swordmaster could confirm: the deaths of the Viscount Primo family, vassals to the South Los House, were inseparably linked to the "Pale Hand."

Although initially, the South Los House just wanted to diminish the power of the Viscount Primo family.

The Primo Family, whose three scions had all awakened their Bloodline Power, had already affected the South Los House’s rule over South Los to some extent.

Thus, the Old Earl made some responses at that time.

But the Old Earl certainly did not want the Primo Family to disappear.

Yet the result was that the entire Primo Family perished in battle, including the women of the family, who died on the front lines of the Seven Years’ War.

And this became one of the Old Earl’s heartaches.

Clearly, these rat-like fellows had appeared again in South Los.

Moreover, they had set their sights on their own Lord Count!

The mere thought of this made the Female Swordmaster’s teeth grind audibly.

However, she wasn’t impulsive.

She knew that tracking down those rat-like madmen was not easy.

With the exposure of this Death Poetry Society member, those "Pale Hand" members must have already concealed themselves—these fellows are craftier than sewer rats and would definitely not stay in the same place.

So, the Female Swordmaster’s gaze was focused solely on the Death Poetry Society member in front of her from the beginning to the end.

She wanted to learn more from him.

For instance…

Arthur’s true strength!

This Swordsmanship Chief had always been vigilant toward the concealed Kledos Family in South Los, especially when rumors about "Cat Faction. Black" started circulating, making her even more cautious, especially since the South Los House had also gotten a share when the "Cat Faction. Black" was initially exterminated.

Now that the current "Black Cat" of the "Cat Faction. Black" had appeared again, being extra cautious was not an overreaction.

At this moment, opportunity was scarce!

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"Arthur, let me see your strength…

Hmm?!!"

This Swordsmanship Chief thought in her heart, her gaze firmly fixed on the battlefield.

But the next moment, the Female Swordmaster’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze filled with astonishment and disbelief, her mouth involuntarily falling open, with only one thought remaining in her mind—

How is this possible?