They all call me Great Master-Chapter 717 - 714: Words of the Serpent VIII

Outside West Berlin Castle, beyond the winding moat, on an open field, Yekaterina Otto von West Berlin shed her usual long dress and donned the blue military uniform representing the West Berlin Family. She gripped the hilt of her longsword at her waist, her emerald eyes gazing at the three hundred people before her.

These were all the people she could muster.

They were also absolutely loyal to her.

Weapons and armor had already been distributed.

The battle horses had also been prepared early.

The huge rock behind her was not sealed, and the night wind poured in, creating a howling sound.

That sound—

was like the cry of an eagle.

Yekaterina liked such a sound.

The eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin, without any hesitation, stood on a rock beside her and loudly shouted—

"Port Doldot is burning!

Heretics are rampaging!

The external enemy is brazenly looting!

Who is willing to charge with me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the lady's three personal maidservants stood out.

Just like the lady, these three maidservants had also exchanged their long dresses for military uniforms.

It was not just about looking heroic, there was also a murderous aura.

That was the real scent of killers.

Where did such a murderous aura come from?

Naturally, it was those who were not up to standards.

The unfit, were all eliminated.

And the fit ones, all stood here.

Thus, the troop of three hundred did not have a single dissenting voice, and they all stepped forward in unison.

Step!

The sound was uniform; the longswords and firearms at their waists shook, the horses beside them whinnied softly.

It was somber and focused.

Yekaterina looked on satisfactorily at this scene.

Her secret technique "Iron Blood Mutual Killing" began to boil at this moment.

She knew the real battlefield was the place to further enhance "Iron Blood Mutual Killing."

She also knew she needed to undergo such a hardening to be worthy of her own Bloodline.

She wanted to prove herself.

Huff!

The lady took a deep breath and walked towards her battle horse.

Everyone else held their breath in concentration.

They were waiting for the lady's command to depart.

But what they ended up hearing was an unexpected sound—

Duh!

Step!

The former sound was somewhat crisp, the latter emphasized steadiness.

Anyone who heard such sounds would envision a gentleman holding a walking stick, striding forward.

However, these sounds came from the secret passage behind them.

Yekaterina turned around at once.

The three personal maidservants drew their longswords.

The remaining three hundred also stared intently at the secret passage.

Under many gazes, the air seemed to solidify.

Yet that figure was not affected a tiny bit, still walking forward leisurely, the sound becoming clearer and clearer.

So clear that it seemed like—

a heartbeat!

Thump, thump, thump!

Duh, duh, duh!

Step, step, step!

With each step, it was as if stepping upon everyone's own heartbeat.

Unconsciously, everyone's gaze was drawn to this figure.

They saw that young face, those elongated eyebrows, the prominent nose, and those deep yet bright black pupils.

Contradictory, but immensely captivating.

The appearance was not strikingly handsome, but it was oddly moving.

It was as if a higher being was displaying the beauty of life, making people unconsciously gather, unconsciously want to worship.

It was like the arrival of a true king on earth, inciting trust, respect, and a desire to follow.

Arthur momentarily removed "Carmen's Stealth," not only fully displaying the "Physique" and "Spirituality" unique to Ascend Steppers but also activating the characteristic of the "Lionheart King."

He needed a more peaceful stage.

And what else is there that attracts ordinary people with higher life characteristics more appropriately than an "Ascend Steper"?

Of course, it is by adding the "Lionheart King."

That unique charm from the Golden Lion Family had already achieved an effect of 1+1>2 under the aura of the "Ascend Steper"—

A team of 300 people looked astonished at the appearance of Arthur; in their haze, they seemed to see a knight, a lord, and even more, a king.

Because of different willpowers, they saw different things.

But whatever it was, they all felt it was disrespectful to remain seated on their horses.

Unconsciously, the weakest-willed among the 300 dismounted.

Like dominos, the dismounting of some influenced others.

People are followers by nature.

This group of 300 was no exception; upon seeing their companions dismount, they too dismounted.

Yekaterina's three personal maids did not stop them.

Because, when Arthur appeared, they were already stunned.

Even Yekaterina herself had a brief haze.

At that time, the murderous aura dissipated completely.

Leaving only the gentle night breeze and a soft greeting—

"Good evening, Lady West Berlin.

I am Arthur Kredos, an ally of the Marquess of West Berlin, with a contract as proof."

Arthur greeted and introduced himself.

At the same time, he raised his hand to display the contract's glow visible only to those possessing "Spirituality."

This glow greatly relieved Yekaterina's three maids, where initially there was resistance, now there was none, only bows of respect left.

Yet Yekaterina remained vigilant; she had noticed something was amiss, but could not interrupt Arthur's words—

"According to the contract, I will help your father eliminate the threats in West Berlin.

The 'Pain Church' has been expelled.

The most evil of the 'Inland Church', blinded by deception, have been punished.

As for the mastermind behind all these incidents, my fiancée is currently leading people to hunt down their whereabouts, and I believe results will soon be at hand."

Arthur explained softly.

Immediately, the solemn group of 300 exchanged looks.

They could see the surprise and smiles in each other's eyes.

They certainly knew the dangers of this journey.

Death could come at any moment.

And now, death would not come.

That was indeed wonderful.

If one moment ago, the morale of the 300 was crushed.

Then at this moment, their fighting spirit was also crushed.

Yekaterina noticed the change in her subordinates, and her eyes narrowed immediately—

"Is that so?

I highly doubt your fiancée can command such an operation effectively!"

As her words fell, a tangible murderous aura surged from her.

"Iron Blood Mutual Killing!"

Clearly, she was not going to give up so easily.

Although the appearance of Arthur unexpectedly wrested the initiative from her, she still chose to turn things around with her own strength.

She could certainly sense the gap between Arthur's strength and her own.

But, strength is not solely one's own.

There are potions.

There are props.

All these could compensate.

The grey murderous aura descended, and she waited for Arthur to make a move.

If Arthur made a move, she was confident of rousing her subordinates' fighting spirit again.

She, Yekaterina Otto von West Berlin, would not lose.

Arthur watched the grey aura, saw the warriors hidden within, watched the lady, and his eyes only conveyed calm notification—

Maybe you're talented, ambitious, and know how to wield power.

In the future, you could completely control West Berlin.

Even you could expand the territories of West Berlin.

But that is in the future.

You now?

Please cooperate with me.

Yekaterina sensed the meaning in Arthur's gaze, and she immediately frowned.

But before she could react,

The next moment—

Tens of thousands of undead, howling forth.