They all call me Great Master-Chapter 758 - 755 White Bird I

The Inland River runs through the entirety of South County, and the residents along its banks are incredibly familiar with it, regardless of whether it is calm or turbulent.

However, none of the people of South County had ever seen the Inland River as it was at this moment—

Waves surged upon each other in layers, one after another, and amidst the deafening roar that seemed to drag one onto a battlefield with thunderous war drums, these waves were like ferocious soldiers, their eyes red and filled with killing intent, charging toward them.

Wishing to kill them!

Wishing to crush them to pieces!

Everyone collapsed on the ground thought so.

Especially when an endless sucking force emerged from the vortex and even generated a fierce wind, Lady Windsor's swaying body suddenly paled.

This well-read lady immediately thought of a legend—

'Devourer' Imola!

A 'Evil God' once worshipped by the Barbarians and vanquished by The Holy Court during the Holy Era.

Legend has it that the complete Imola possessed an exaggerated body length of over a thousand meters, capable of swallowing ten elephants in one bite, and once rampaged within Ainhars Territory during the 'Shadows' attack, causing at least six towns to disappear and countless others to be affected as a result of the 'Devourer' Imola.

The vanished towns were eaten by Imola.

The affected towns had simply witnessed Imola devour those other towns.

Sucking in!

With a wide-open Big Mouth and an invisible force of suction, everything was completely drawn into its own body, turning into the best nourishment.

In the worship of the Barbarians, Imola was deemed the embodiment of 'strength' and 'wind'.

But Imola never truly protected the Barbarians; instead, it treated those within Ainhars Territory as snacks, occasionally swallowing a few whole.

The brutality of this Evil God far exceeded imagination.

Even many scholars believed that Imola lacked intelligence.

However, when The Holy Court set out to subdue it, it was proven that Imola did possess intelligence, albeit not a particularly high level of it.

Perhaps it was due to its massive body and innate power that made it accustomed to dealing with opponents directly, thereby losing the habit of thinking.

Or perhaps it was due to some other reasons.

The specifics were unknown to Lady Windsor.

This lady only knew that Imola had been slain by The Holy Court's 'Holy Sword Knight'—she did not believe the description of 'God-slaying with One Sword.' To uncover the truth of that event, this lady had spent a high price, yet, sadly, the records were scarce.

In the Holy Era, The Holy Court's rule was beyond imagination.

Any text that contradicted the records of The Holy Court was not permitted to exist.

What if it did appear?

Burn it!

And burn the author or recorder along with it.

'Damn The Holy Court!

I knew there was a truth that was not known to the world!'

Despite the records of its death, the reappearance of such anomalies was no longer strange to Lady Windsor, who was a beneficiary of the Silver Era.

But now!

This time, she would rather the records of The Holy Court were true!

Otherwise...

She would die!

Bear in mind, this is the 'Devourer' Imola!

The infamous Evil God of legend!

At this moment of life and death, Windsor could no longer afford to hide anything.

Steadying herself as best as she could, the lady said—

"Be careful, everyone, this is 'Devourer' Imola!

Show your hand! Bring out all you've got!

Otherwise, we're all going to die!"

As her words fell, a Force Field Shield enveloped everyone present.

To gain something, one must be willing to let go.

Windsor understood this statement at the age of seven.

In such a critical moment, one must show sincerity.

But some people simply did not understand.

Several young Nobles turned pale and trembled upon hearing the name 'Devourer' Imola. When they were enveloped by the Force Field Shield, these young Nobles immediately took out their life-saving props.

Some were scrolls.

Others were props.

But their purpose was the same.

To flee from here.

Escape from this perilous, deadly place.

As for those around them?

They could not be bothered with them any longer.

In such a time, how could anyone pay attention to those people?

Those with Spirituality could clearly see the light radiating from the scrolls and props.

As the light faded, those few young nobles disappeared on the spot, entering into...

the belly of the "Devourer".

"Ahhh!"

The anguished howls quickly dissipated, and Lady Windsor wore a look of disdain.

"Do you really think that the 'Devourer,' honored as a Divine Spirit, is that easy to escape from?"

The words of this lady caused several who had hesitated, those who had seen someone run and were preparing to follow suit, to stop in their tracks. They exchanged looks and, ultimately, all eyes turned to the lady.

"Lady Windsor, what should we do?"

"Yes, Lady Windsor."

"Do you have any ideas, Lady Windsor?"

Their panicked looks truly made Lady Windsor want to slap these fellows.

"Your trump cards!

Take out all your trump cards!

Don't tell me you don't have any!"

Having no choice, Lady Windsor reiterated her demand.

Then, the lady was dumbfounded.

Aside from the three fellows who had been devoured, the remaining seven all had trump cards meant for escaping, including Lori, Burton, and Tami.

"Don't you have even a tiny bit of guts?

Why only think of running away?

Even if you don't have offensive trump cards, you must have some for defense, right?

Bring them all out!"

Lady Windsor shouted frantically.

And her heart sank continuously.

Because—

her own trump card was also meant for escape, a scroll that could swiftly transport her from her location to a safe place 30 kilometers away, given to her by her father.

In that, Lady Windsor found nothing inappropriate.

After all, she was a girl and needed no valor.

But the fellows around her were truly disappointing.

Especially those who always boasted about their courage to her, even though she knew it was false. But shouldn't there be at least something to back up such pretenses?

Who could have known, they were all fakes!

Fortunately, there were quite a few Defensive Props.

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"Lady Windsor, what do we do next?"

Burton asked.

Even at such a time, the younger son of the Marquis continued his charade.

On a normal day, Lady Windsor would have certainly enjoyed watching.

But now?

She was in no mood for that.

She took a deep breath and said—

"Pray."

Such a word made everyone around her stunned.

Lady Windsor, however, pointed toward the prow of the large white ship, locking her gaze on the slowly emerging black figure, and stated word by word.

"Pray!

Pray that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium is as powerful as the rumors say!

Pray that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium can defeat the 'Devourer' Imola!

Otherwise...

we will all end up as dung!"

By this point, Lady Windsor had no desire to maintain her previous lady-like demeanor.

This lady had no confidence in whether Arthur could defeat 'Devourer' Imola, so her fingertips once again made contact with the Messenger Stone.

At the very least!

At the very last moment of life, she wanted to tell that bastard Kalal...

Just as the lady was about to act recklessly, Arthur's voice came through.

It was a very gentle voice, but everyone present heard it—

"I gave you a chance already."

Such words, with their laden tone, made everyone present startle.

And the next moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

They saw—

The White Bird!

A giant White Bird!