They all call me Great Master

Arthur hummed silently, and the Death Qi surged in reverse.

The bodies that the dragon's wings had flung into the air and then smashed back to the ground.

The bodies that wailed in the blaze and turned into charred remains.

And...

Trampling!

Plunged into endless fear, utterly at a loss, scurrying about like headless flies, ultimately dying in this chaos—old men, children, and women.

Their unwillingness, at this time, had a voice.

Arthur was willing to listen.

Arthur was willing to help them seek revenge.

All that was needed was to release their Death Qi.

Then,

was there anything left to hesitate about?

Whoosh!

A fierce wind suddenly appeared.

This was a wind composed entirely of Death Qi, a true 'Wind of Death.'

This wind, cold and lifeless.

This wind, grim and endless.

This wind—

enveloped the Crimson Dragon!

"Roar! Ahhhh!"

Angry roars followed by relentless screams.

The entity known as 'Flame Catastrophe,' much like a bomber hit in the fuel tank, cartwheeled down to the ground, brushing past Arthur.

"Such power!

You are not human!

You are a child of 'Death'!

You are..."

The voice suddenly stopped. Arthur did not hear the rest of the words as he had already appeared in Marquess of Ainhars's private treasure chamber.

Arthur's expression was unchanged.

He was not altered or agitated because the words of 'Flame Catastrophe' were cut off.

Because Arthur clearly knew what was meant to be said.

It was merely about his Talent.

He knew these things.

What he knew more was that the recent 'Phantom Realm' was entirely a manifestation of the residual consciousness of 'Flame Catastrophe,' the degree of reality surprising Arthur about the original power of 'Flame Catastrophe,' which definitely exceeded the power of a Primary 'Ascend Steper,' at least an Intermediate, perhaps even a High Order 'Ascend Steper.'

From this, it can be inferred that the strength of the group consisting of 'Twin-Blade Dark Elf, Hammer Dwarf, Cunning Gnome, and Treacherous Human' was also extremely formidable.

They surely were not some unknown nobodies.

Perhaps some legends he once read were based on these four.

Thinking this, Arthur looked towards the 'Dragon's Horn' in front of him—5 meters tall, requiring two people to embrace at its thickest.

[Name: Dragon's Horn (Complete)]

[Type: Special Base Material]

[Quality: Epic]

[Attributes: Extendable]

[Remarks: Wings of Blazing Flame, also known as 'Flame Catastrophe', this is one of its complete dragon horns, containing power solely belonging to dragons. After all, for dragons, the horn is their crown. Once the crown is damaged or lost, they can never reach the pinnacle of dragonhood throughout their lives!]

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[Extendable: The Dragon's Horn possesses extremely special, outstanding extendability, it can be used as the base material for weapons, armor, magic potions, and rituals, depending on what the user needs to use it for. Of course, whether infusing it into alchemy, enchantment, or potion-making, the user must possess superb skills to match, otherwise, it would only waste its miraculous properties]

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"Is this the Dragon's Horn that can be used to craft the 'God-Slaying Spear'?"

Arthur caressed the pillar-like dragon horn, murmuring to himself.

The dragon horn was not as rough as it appeared; instead, it felt smooth and slick, similar to the sensation of stroking fine pebbles, but its stiffness was far greater.

"'God-Slaying Spear'?

Such an item is merely a trick—if one can become a true 'Dragon Slayer,' then becoming a 'God Slayer' should not be too difficult."

Standing by, the Marquess of Ainhars commented thus.

When it came to "cutting corners," disdain flickered in the eyes of the Marquis.

For his part, Arthur smiled as usual.

This was naturally another test by the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

Being able to gauge a person's true nature through some "minor matters" was truly a great deal for Arthur—The "God-Slaying Spear" had been a weapon beloved by the elves during the Golden Age, particularly by the lords among the High Elves who took pride in possessing a "God-Slaying Spear."

For it represented illustrious achievements in battle!

The Golden Age was an extremely long era before the establishment of the Empire.

According to imperial scholars, this era lasted for about 2000 to 3000 years.

During this lengthy period, ninety-nine percent of the time, the protagonists were High Elves and dragons.

The two sides fought endlessly.

You were king for a time.

I dominated for a time.

It was an ongoing cycle.

At the time, both High Elves and dragons thought everything would continue this way, but humans seized that one percent of time.

Humans established their own empire.

The arrogant High Elves were expelled.

The powerful, almost Divine Spirits-like dragons were slaughtered.

What remained?

Only the "God-Slaying Spear."

In the early days of the Empire, there were records of 13 "God-Slaying Spears."

These 13 "God-Slaying Spears" were obtained by the High Elves after spending countless manpower and resources, sacrificing hundreds of their kin, but what use did they have?

Were they not just exhibit items?

No High Elf would use such glory.

This, in the eyes of imperial people, was putting the cart before the horse.

It was an expression of extreme vanity.

Thus, the "God-Slaying Spear" quickly turned from a symbol of honor into one of ridicule.

And in the noble circles of today, many maintain this attitude of ridicule.

Of course, there are still some nobles who consider a "God-Slaying Spear" a true honor.

However, most nobles never had the opportunity to obtain such honor.

The 13 "God-Slaying Spears" of the early Empire gradually got lost, and now, the only one that clearly still exists is recorded to be in the treasury of the Glowgold Family at Sidon Fortress.

However, that "God-Slaying Spear" had long been renamed—

"Aureate Spear!"

Rumor has it that the "Aureate Spear" has saved the Glowgold Family at critical moments several times.

And the Glowgold Family's rule over Sidon Fortress was also due to this "Aureate Spear."

Arthur had studied the specific feats.

Broadly speaking, whenever the Glowgold Family faced peril, whether from internal strife or external enemies, there would always be a chosen one who stood up, won the recognition of the "Aureate Spear," and saved the entire family.

Regarding this, Arthur simply thought of it as the Glowgold Family gilding themselves.

It was a way to maintain their rule using "legends."

However, Arthur did not scorn this.

Making the best use of things was indeed the style of a Spirit Medium.

Of course, in front of the Marquess of Ainhars, the Spirit Medium was extremely adaptable—

"That's right.

Only one's own strength is truly powerful.

The rest?

They are just trivialities."

Arthur thus spoke.

This statement naturally won the approval of the Marquess of Ainhars.

The Marquis's facial lines almost relaxed.

Immediately, the Marquis reassured Arthur—

"Tomorrow, when the 'Oriental' appears at Port Pult, it will receive the grandest welcome!"