High above, Arthur halted, smiling.
The young 'Spirit Medium' of South Los regarded the surging killing intent as if it were nothing.
Yet, the killing intent was advancing rapidly!
Killing intent, like the wind, swept across the land, one gust after another.
The wind of killing intent blew over the land, and the earth began to tremble.
One sound followed another.
When the successive booms merged into one.
Finally, a pair of eyes lit up within the killing intent.
After a slight pause, countless pairs of eyes lit up behind those eyes, and a swarm of cavalry appeared, each one donned in battered armor, yet fierce in demeanor. They were as fierce and fearless as when they were alive; they were not living, nor were they undead—they were the lingering images of killing intent.
They were also the source of the killing intent!
Iron Blood Mutual Killing!
The ancestral secret technique of the West Berlin Family, a terrifying secret technique that captured the residual killing intent of creatures on the battlefield to manifest in their own ranks.
As long as the person who learned "Iron Blood Mutual Killing" had enough time, that person could become an army unto themselves.
Moreover, this army, founded on killing intent, feared not death, knew no fear, and only charged and slaughtered.
The most important point was that in the relentless slaughter, the lingering images of killing intent would grow stronger and stronger until the limit the master of the secret technique could bear.
Even when that person's Talent was high enough, the soldiers of killing intent summoned were no longer merely humans.
The wind of killing intent fluttered the tattered banners!
Amidst the snapping sounds, a full three thousand cavalry charged at Arthur.
The Marquess of West Berlin stood behind the formation, gazing at Arthur.
Regarding this recently renowned 'Spirit Medium,' the master of West Berlin had always maintained a cautious and defensive attitude. It was not just because of the 'Kledos' surname but also due to Arthur's recent deeds, which made the master of West Berlin feel that compared to his grandfather's 'Hermit Style,' Arthur was far too conspicuous.
The sword had not been drawn, yet it already emitted a chilling brilliance.
The intent had not yet arrived, but already the birds were chirping.
"Has it reached the pinnacle of 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship'?"
The Marquess of West Berlin seemed to recall the origin of the initial 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship,' immediately causing his eyebrows to furrow.
However, his voice soon followed.
I'm looking forward to it!"
With that, the master of West Berlin issued his command.
Instantly, the three thousand cavalry of killing intent charged forward.
Arthur did not draw his sword.
The three thousand cavalry of killing intent were not enough for him to draw his sword.
His sword was meant for that tentacle lurking in the shadows.
But what of the tireless, terrifying three thousand cavalry who knew not life or death, only slaughter?
To others, they might seem troublesome.
But in Arthur's eyes, they were very simple.
Because of the Death Qi.
Before these three thousand cavalry of killing intent appeared, Arthur had already felt the dense Death Qi, mingled within even denser killing intent.
With the latter obscuring it, the richness of the former seemed 'dull.'
Yet, in Arthur's eyes, it was as bright as a lighthouse at night.
Not only bright but also familiar.
He could even be sure that if he called, this Death Qi would flock to him as if attracted.
Becoming his most intimate...
Once again, Arthur gained a new understanding of his Talent, "Breath of Death."
His initial, otherworldly Talent!
Arthur once again gained a deeper understanding of this saying.
And this understanding forged the calmness of Arthur at this moment.
Standing midair, he softly said—
"The Eternal Night Tower stands tall and vast, flesh and bones roll in reverse, scorching radiance reigns over the land, the Star of White Night crosses the earth, soothing restless souls… Disperse."
Following the Spirit Medium's gentle chant.
The Talent of "Breath of Death" suddenly activated.
The Death Qi contained within the three thousand Iron Blood Cavalry was directly extracted.
Just like picking up a bean sprout from a bowl with chopsticks.
There was no grandeur.
There were no twists and turns.
Simply, the Death Qi of the three thousand Iron Blood Cavalry was gone, leaving only their murderous aura.
The abundant murderous aura, without the support of Death Qi, caused the constructed secret technique formations to completely collapse at that moment.
First it was one Iron Blood Cavalry, then the second, followed by a series of Iron Blood Cavalry.
In a breath's time, three thousand Iron Blood Cavalry vanished without a trace.
At that moment, the word 'Disperse' from Arthur's mouth was still echoing in midair, as if it was truly his words that made the three thousand Iron Blood Cavalry disappear.
Even the Marquess of the West Berlin Family, being one of the parties involved, thought so.
This master of West Berlin didn't think twice, retreating hundreds of meters immediately, and with every step back, his arm swung, conjuring a shield of murderous aura.
When this master of West Berlin stood a hundred meters away, in front of him was densely packed with twenty-nine shields of varying sizes, providing 360-degree protection of murderous aura.
However, Arthur stood in place and did not pursue.
First, it was unnecessary.
Second, Arthur had made a new discovery.
When the Death Qi hidden within those Iron Blood Cavalry was extracted by him, the young Spirit Medium subconsciously thought of transforming Death Qi into murderous aura.
Anyone would think it impossible!
Even those with deep study enough to be called a master would consider it utterly unachievable!
Arthur felt it was possible!
Because, "Distortion"!
The secret technique "Distortion"!
Arthur's intuition told him it was worth a try.
Then, if Death Qi could be distorted into murderous aura, could he also draw inspiration from the "Iron Blood Mutual Killing" of the West Berlin Family?
Arthur thought to himself, his eyes slightly lighting up.
The Marquess of the West Berlin Family, filled with doubts, saw the light in Arthur's eyes.
Instantly, he became even more uneasy.
'What was that secret technique just now?
Why does it seem specifically designed to counter my "Iron Blood Mutual Killing"?
The expression of Arthur Kredos at this moment…
This guy couldn't possibly be using this technique for the first time, could he?
The Kledos Family is targeting me intentionally!
What are you trying to do, Kledos Family!'
The brows of this master of West Berlin knitted together tightly.
Almost subconsciously, this master of West Berlin overturned his previous judgment of Old Charlie's 'Hermit Style' and instead labeled him 'Ambitious Person'—Originally, in the eyes of this master of West Berlin, Old Charlie was a lover who did not provoke envy.
He turned out to be a deeply hidden 'Ambitious Person.'
If he wasn't an 'Ambitious Person,' why would he target him?
And, moreover, to have raised Arthur, such a monster!
The master of West Berlin thought about this, as his murderous intent subtly stirred.
The next moment, the void subtly trembled—
One after another, cannons emerged from the void, extending their barrels.