They all call me Great Master-Chapter 472 - 469: Rich Dad Arthur!

The bones moved like a tide, silent as a forest.

When the skeleton warriors' charge halted, all kneeling on one knee, Marinda, the Female Swordmaster, was simply dumbfounded; they could never have anticipated such an event.

Especially Marinda.

She was a specialist in the Undead.

She admitted she simply could not achieve this extent.

Perhaps she could directly seize command of a dozen lower-order Undead.

But 3000?

Unthinkable!

Unless...

'Ascend Step'!

So, had Arthur 'Ascended Step'?

Marinda pondered this question again and then shook her head.

'It must not be Ascension but rather the Core Mystical Art 'Communicate with Spirits' from the Cat Faction. Black!'

The rumored 'Communicate with Spirits' apparently really does have the ability to command the Undead...

I thought it was just a rumor, but it turns out to be true!

Arthur, that guy, has truly enviable resources!' she thought to herself, yet her expression remained calm and smiling as if everything was as it should be.

This caused the Female Swordmaster, who had instinctively looked towards Marinda in horror, to grow even more surprised.

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But then, the Female Swordmaster seemed to realize something.

'Communicate with Spirits'?

Is this 'Communicate with Spirits'?

the Female Swordmaster asked softly.

"Yes, this is 'Communicate with Spirits',"

Marinda nodded affirmatively.

This exchange was not secretive, hence the member of the Pale Hand heard it clearly as well.

Unlike Marinda and the Female Swordmaster, who were stunned, this member of the Pale Hand could hardly believe it, shocked to the point of having their worldviews turned upside down.

The enemy had never imagined that their controlled 'Sea of Bones' would be 'taken.'

'How is this possible?

'The 'Sea of Bones' is a high-level secret technique of the Pale Hand, how could it be taken so easily?

Is the Cat Faction this powerful?'

thought the member of the Pale Hand, looking at Arthur again with fear.

No!

To be precise, it was terror.

It was the kind of terror felt in the presence of a 'Natural Enemy.'

However, the member of the Pale Hand did not lose the courage that was due.

Or rather...

It was a struggle for survival!

Their eyes gleamed fiercely.

The hands hidden behind began to gesture, and they whispered sharply—

"Explode!"

Death Qi surged, heading straight for the 3000 skeleton warriors.

'Your 'Communicate with Spirits' can control the skeleton warriors!

But can your 'Communicate with Spirits' control Death Qi?

Once I detonate the skeleton warriors with Death Qi...

You're still on a path to death!'

The member of the Pale Hand thought, his eyes growing even more fierce, especially when he sensed that the Death Qi had already attached to the surface of the skeleton warriors and was about to infiltrate deeper, he shouted.

"Die, South Los Spirit Medium!"

Immediately, the member of the Pale Hand's eyes widened, ready to enjoy the 'fireworks' that were about to burst.

But the next moment—

"Belongings of the East End, land of sacrifice, nine sheep fall one, monuments of flesh and blood, white bones like a forest...rest eternally!"

Arthur's low chant echoed in the quiet streets, a bluish flame danced at his fingertips.

Then, with a flick of his hand.

Whoosh!

It was as if a spark had landed in a pool of gasoline.

That Death Qi.

Those Skeleton Warriors.

All of them had ignited.

In just a moment, the entire street had plunged into a sea of blue flames.

Though devoid of flesh and blood, the essential Death Qi in front of him was still brought back by the "Deathly Fire", nourishing Arthur.

And that dispersing Death Qi was being absorbed by the "Death Serpent Banyan".

Recently, Arthur had unconsciously accumulated more than 2000 Death Qi in the past few days, which had started to surge wildly, breaking 10,000 in a single breath.

Then, 20,000, 30,000...

Watching the speed of the Death Qi's increase, Arthur expressed his helplessness.

He didn't want this either.

But Death Qi, upon seeing him, threw itself at him as desperately as a poor son who had been starving for three years upon seeing a wealthy father.

The "Death Serpent Banyan's" "Death Extraction" was originally able to quickly absorb surrounding Death Qi to nourish itself, repair, grow, and even store.

However, just after the "Death Serpent Banyan" had absorbed a little bit of the dispersing Death Qi around it, the Death Qi stored within its own trunk began to surge outward.

This Death Qi too was attracted by Arthur.

Who doesn't want to have a rich father?

Feeling the faint helplessness and grievance coming from the "Death Serpent Banyan", Arthur also felt helpless, and immediately directed the absorbed Death Qi back to the "Death Serpent Banyan".

This wasn't just simple consolation.

There was also a set plan.

In Arthur's plan, there was already the intention to allow the "Death Serpent Banyan" to absorb more Death Qi, to promote it from the status of a "War Tree" to a "War Grand Tree" in a short time.

Even to an "Ancient War Tree"!

One year, three years was too long.

He, Arthur, was racing against time.

Thinking this, Arthur's expression grew even more sorrowful.

He looked at one broken Skeleton Warrior after another, sighing softly—

"Rest in peace.

The Eternal Resting Land will surely relieve you of your pain."

It was impossible for Arthur not to have thoughts about the 3000 Skeleton Warriors.

However, the weaknesses of these Skeleton Warriors were also too obvious.

Even if he counteracted and took control of those Skeleton Warriors, the 'weakness' built into their creation was something he could not mend.

Even if Arthur felt regret, he would not allow himself to be surrounded by 3000 bombs.

Unless he planned to sleep with his eyes open in the future.

Besides that, there was...

The Countess of South Los!

Obviously, if he really accepted these 3000 Skeleton Warriors openly, the Countess would start losing sleep.

And him?

He would have to consider the likelihood of being struck by lightning.

With his current resistance to lightning, he didn't know how many strikes he could withstand.

Thus, Arthur abandoned the 3000 Skeleton Warriors, focusing on developing his own "Death Serpent Banyan".

Of course, Arthur hasn't forgotten the chief culprit who caused all of this.

His gaze turned coldly toward that member of the "Pale Hand" who had caused him to lose 3000 Skeleton Warriors.

The severity in his eyes had not dissipated; the member's expression was frozen in horror, as if a mask were strapped to his face, standing there stunned.

Once again, this member of the "Pale Hand" had his worldview shattered.

And with this shattering, fear arose within this member of the "Pale Hand".

But this fear didn't provoke the "Pale Hand" member to turn and run or beg pitifully; instead, it transformed into rage.

Under this bizarre anger, seeing Arthur's indifferent gaze, the member felt it was full of provocation.

Such provocation was like numerous spikes, irritating the member's nerves.

"Ah! I want you dead!

Die!"

The opposing member yelled, his body uncontrollably swelling.

Arthur, however, watched the swelling figure calmly, raising a hand and flicking his fingers—

"Song of Death, Sword One!"