They all call me Great Master

Lucius remembered Yula differently.

Yula was naive, pure-hearted.

Even after undergoing numerous changes, she still preserved her kindness rather than being as cruel, bloody, and cold-blooded as now.

Yula, who could still manage a calm smile in the face of tortured souls...

She was not the Yula in his memory.

Yet, the Yula before him was indeed Yula.

What was going on?

Lucius questioned himself.

The young Avenger felt a headache coming on.

This pain made him involuntarily raise his hand to cover his forehead.

Many people in the room saw this scene, but no one cared about it; their eyes were all fixed on Yula.

And Yula also noticed that something was wrong with Lucius.

If it were a normal time, Yula would have offered comfort.

But now?

Yula, who had a whole new plan for Lucius, didn't have the time.

What she cared about more was the upcoming battle.

So, this lady said crisply—

"The 'Inland Church' has launched an attack on us!

We cannot just stand by like those two previous nobles did, indifferent to the danger. They have their noble status, they have their plans, they even want to trade us like chips.

But we have our faith!

Your Crown has granted Divine Grace!

Under Divine Grace, I only know one thing—

Fight back!

Taught those 'Inland Church' scoundrels a harsh lesson!

Flay their skins, pull out their sinews!"

Yula's cry echoed in this temporary conference room.

Many priests' faces showed sudden realization.

Realization of Yula's strength and of her actions.

Yula, blessed by Your Crown, to become the High Priest...

It's not unacceptable!

Better than those two noble ladies, right?

About the identities of Jacqueline and Catherine, there had always been whispers within the 'Pain Church.'

However, at that time, most were secret talks between friends; most priests did not and could not know about them.

But after the 'Inland Church' invasion of Port Doldot, the 'weakness' displayed by the two women bred discontent among some priests, and rumors began to spread.

And that supposed conjecture?

It became increasingly clear.

Yula watched this scene with satisfaction.

This was what she wanted.

The lady did not pause, but added—

"I swear by my soul, loyal to Your Crown, loyal to the Church, I am willing to fight for Your Crown and the Church until death!"

These words, like a vow, completely swayed the emotions of the priests present.

"Fight until death!"

"Fight until death!"

The priests roared.

Then, the doors of the temporary conference room swung open again.

Yula was the first to walk out.

They were about to strike back.

They were going to gather their followers.

They were going to show those 'Inland River Cult' bastards what fear meant.

They...

died.

Bombs from the sky obliterated the priests.

The raining down of cannon fire was like a torrential downpour in June.

The priests were reduced to shreds, turned into heaps of flesh.

Except for Yula and Lucius.

Yula, at the forefront of the group, had her body overtaken a moment before the bombs fell; in the rain of cannon fire, the lady moved like a snake...

No!

To be precise, like a tentacle.

A tentacle burrowing into the ground.

And Lucius, at the end of the line, was pulled back by a dog.

That was a Siberian Husky.

Its intelligent eyes revealed the purity of its bloodline.

And Lucius knew this Husky, it belonged to that Spirit Medium from South Los.

'Was it... this dog that saved me?

No!

It was the Spirit Medium from South Los who saved me!'

Lucius thought subconsciously.

Then, as if materializing from nowhere, a tangible killing intent descended from the heavens.

In an instant, the young Avenger passed out.

Kiri gripped the man's collar with its teeth and swiftly fled the scene—even though it was tasked to do so because it was 'Undying', that did not mean Kiri actually wanted to die.

Despite appearing silly on usual days, in reality, it was incredibly astute.

The Marquess of Seberlin, floating mid-air, spotted Lucius being dragged away but the Marquis did not have the time to concern himself with a seemingly unintelligent dog or an insignificant person.

The Marquis's attention was focused on that entity.

When the entity tunneled into the ground like a tendril, the Marquis confirmed that the Spirit Medium from South Los had not lied.

The woman before him was indeed the existence he was searching for.

Or more precisely...

The vessel of that existence.

But regardless of the terminology, he had found her.

Even if it were just a vessel, within it was the prize he sought.

Hence, without any hesitation, the Marquis enveloped the entire place with an aura of 'Iron Blood Mutual Killing', locked onto Yula's position as she dove underground, and tore a scroll apart in his hand.

Instantly, the soft soil turned into rigid rock.

Transmuting Mud to Stone!

An arcane technique passed down from the Empire era.

Unlike the so-called 'Transmuting Mud to Stone' of the present day, the one refined by that Court Mage of the Empire was incomparable in both the area it could affect and the durability of the altered stone.

Unfortunately, this advanced secret technique vanished with the Shadow War.

The scroll in the Marquess of Seberlin's hands was one of the few survivors.

During the 'hunt' for this entity, the Marquess of Seberlin had already perused far too many documents.

Therefore, he was well aware of this entity's capabilities.

Thus, the Marquis teared open another scroll.

Lava boiled!

Another arcane scroll from the Empire era.

Capable of turning stone into molten lava.

Though it would only last for a few minutes, that was ample time for the current situation.

In fact, in the next moment—

Roar!

With a deep, otherworldly roar, Yula leaped from the magma.

At this moment, the lady's body was covered with scorch marks, and there wasn't a patch of unburned flesh left.

Yet her hair, which should have been completely incinerated, was still intact.

To be more accurate, her hair had come alive.

With each gust of wind, they grew!

With every breath, each strand of her hair elongated to 2-3 meters, and at the tips, sharp teeth emerged.

The hair strands flickered open and closed, each end a gaping mouth filled with sharp fangs.

And those nearly hundred thousand fang-filled mouths lunged at the Marquess of Seberlin like a hundred thousand snakes.

Dense and overlapping, especially the ceaselessly snapping mouths, were enough to make one's scalp tingle and chill run down their spine.

But the Marquis was smiling.

A competition in numbers?

He never shied away from it.

'Kill!'

In the thick killing aura, warriors in tattered armor appeared, charging fearlessly towards the bizarre hair.

Even as their bodies were gnawed upon, their Longswords swung strikingly.

Severing the bizarre hair one after another.

The severed hair fell from the sky.

And then, they swiftly reconvened.

Suddenly, a 20-meter long hair as thick as a water barrel appeared.

The Marquess of Seberlin smirked at this scene.

It was within his expectations.

But then, the Marquis's smile froze.

Something unexpected happened—

His Swordsmanship Chief had died!