They all call me Great Master-Chapter 786 - 783 Port Pult Resting Ⅰ

The blade and hilt of the "Spider's Claw," originally both black, now had a splinter of crimson emerging from the edge of the blade—especially a streak of red along the middle of the spine, sinister like the narrowed eyes of a ferocious beast. The silver-white counterweight became crystal clear, resembling a colorless gem, while the handguard had abruptly enlarged, expanding irregularly outwards into sharp barbs, akin to the fangs of a beast.

Under the moonlight, the interweaving of black and red created an unprecedented eerie aura.

When Arthur slightly rotated the hilt, the blade turned accordingly. The red on the spine seemed to flow, as if the beast had opened its eyes, and even terrifying roars appeared near his ear, eventually turning into sinister whispers.

Whoosh!

Arthur gently swung the blade.

There was no discomfort whatsoever.

No!

To be precise, it was too suitable!

It felt entirely like a part of himself.

In the next moment, a great many words began to appear—

[Name: Spider Blood Claw]

[Type: Sword Weapon]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Requirement: Arthur Kredos]

[Attributes: 1, Sharp Edge; 2, Graceful Figure; 3, Bloodthirsty Fangs; 4, Venomous Pouch; 5, Sinister Whispers; 6, Blood Mist Spirit; 7, God-Slaying Nature]

[Remarks: This is a longsword used by an assassin with grand ambitions. When crafting this longsword, he harbored the idea of challenging the 'All Gods.' In this assassin's heart, even the divine spirits of legends could not escape his assassination.

However, he overestimated himself. After assassinating two West Coast Generals, his assassin career and life both met their dramatic ends.

But the sword did not.

The little girl with the orange cat thought the sword was decent and casually tossed it away.

Ultimately, it was picked up by a soldier.

The soldier did not boast about it but silently hid it away, planning to make a fortune off it once the war was over.

Unfortunately, the soldier died in battle.

The longsword was then acquired by a farmer, who exchanged it for six large flatbreads and a jar of honey, feeling very pleased.

Fortune having its way, it ended up in the hands of the Lady of the Eternal Night and was gifted to you.

In your hands, it fulfilled the obsession it was imbued with.

No!

That had long been its desire!

In your hands, it killed the demigod 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

It fulfilled its desire.

It also attained promotion.

It had already become different.

But it is your sword, and will always remain loyal to you.]

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[Sharp Edge: Its sharpness can easily pierce and slice through any special armor such as fine gold or mithril, and when facing a defense force field, any field weaker than 'Ascend Step' will be shattered by a single strike. When facing 'Ascend Step' levels one through three, the wielder's power can aid in breaking the force field. Upon reaching 'Fourth Order,' the special effect of Sharp Edge will lose its effectiveness.]

[Graceful Figure: Not only is it much easier to wield than typical weapons, allowing you to swing it effortlessly, but it also provides you with a degree of 'Light Body' effect, making you more agile and extraordinarily light, such that even falling from the air will cause no harm, and when you walk over water, you'll be as lightweight as a feather.]

[Bloodthirsty Fangs: After promotion, the sword blade and its specialized blood groove ensure that your opponent's wounds cannot truly heal on their own. Only secret medicine and special treatments can heal them, while the blood flowing from the wounds will be absorbed by the spine, healing your injuries and restoring your physical strength.]

[Venomous Pouch: The souls of the creatures you slay, filled with reluctance and resentment, will transform into the most venomous curse power stored within this counterweight. When needed, once the 'Venomous Pouch' is fully charged, you can launch a 'Wraith's Howl,' causing an instant death attack on creatures within a three-hundred-meter radius centered on you, having physical strength or spirituality lower than 5. When a creature meets one of these conditions, they will suffer severe injuries, only surviving if they meet both conditions.]

[Sinister Whispers: The strong breeze raised by swinging the longsword is filled with distorted whispers. Your adversaries will constantly suffer mental assaults; initially assessed at spirituality 5, but as time passes, the determination will gradually increase until it reaches your level of spirituality.]

[Blood Mist Spirit: It can transform into a blood-colored mist to follow you or conceal nearby. In blood mist form, Spider Blood Claw is immune to most physical attacks and can release 'Entry-level' corrosion.]

[God-Slaying Nature: In your hands, having experienced a god-slaying event, Spider Blood Claw has established unprecedented confidence. Even faced with divine spirits, it will not tremble but will still confront those spirits directly with its blade.]

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'Is this what a legendary weapon is?'

Arthur looked at the Spider Blood Claw in his hands.

Although it differed only by a single character from "Spider's Claw," its power was heaven and earth apart.

Not to mention that the "Sharp Edge" disregards any defense below "Ascend Step", just the "Bloodthirsty Fangs" alone had already given Arthur more of a sense of safety.

In the various 'scenarios' imagined by the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

Being surrounded was always the most common.

Previously, he always had to devise some techniques to conserve physical strength.

Now?

He could adopt the most efficient method of 'trading injury for life'.

Not to speak of the "Sinister Whispers".

As long as there was enough time, he really could drag the opponent into his own rhythm.

And the "Venomous Pouche"?

It completely relieved Arthur from worrying about the human wave tactics.

As for the "God-Slaying Nature"?

Very well, he would give it a try.

And now, Arthur favored the "Blood Mist Spirit" even more.

With a mere thought, the "Spider Blood Claw" disappeared from Arthur's hand and concealed itself within his shadow unnoticed.

At this moment, the Marquess of Ainhars finally came to his full senses.

The spectral image of Count Bernaken had truly dissipated following the prior appearance of the "Blood Drinker" Haibo.

At this moment, there was also no sound at all.

Clearly, it was about reducing consumption.

"You killed it?!"

The Marquis seemed extremely surprised, even his facial creases trembled a bit.

"Of course, after all Count Bernaken had offered considerable sincerity.

And me?

I always believe in fairness!"

Arthur's lips curled upward, the smile on his face brimming with humility.

However, the eyebrows of the Marquess of Ainhars furrowed.

Doubtless, this Marquis had complicated feelings towards the Old Earl.

The two had been friends, and also adversaries.

And now?

The two were almost indistinguishable from each other.

This awkward feeling almost made the Marquis's 'Sword Body' bristle.

But deep inside...

The Marquis was truly grateful to the Old Earl.

To him, the Old Earl's help was not just life-saving, but also providing him with a 'path' to continue ahead.

In some sense, the latter was far more significant than saving his life.

Therefore, concerning the promises made by the Old Earl, this Marquis would not go back on his word.

Just—

Facing Arthur who had slain the "Blood Drinker" Haibo, this Marquis carried hesitation.

Because he knew that Bernaken's deal was to expel, not to slay.

But the Southern Lost Spirit Medium had completed the slaying.

Moreover, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium still believed in fairness.

'This is rather troublesome!' the Marquess of Ainhars thought to himself.

Watching all this, Arthur couldn't help but laugh inside—

This is perfect!