They all call me Great Master

Count Bert's words echoed in the night sky.

The nearby streets all heard them.

Not only heard them, but heard them clearly.

The people hiding in their homes looked at each other.

The foolish were fearful and uneasy.

The clever ones began to ponder the meaning behind it.

However, this had nothing to do with Suke Street, where fighting continued.

The narrow streets rendered the warhorses useless, and the soldiers could only slash their targets with the longswords in their hands.

Every moment, someone fell.

Every moment, there were cries of anguish.

Especially at the point where three sides converged, it was like a meat grinder.

Layers of corpses covered the ground, forming small streams of fresh blood, which splashed up scarlet when stepped on by a boot.

Huff, huff.

Depro panted heavily, but his steps continued forward.

Opposite, Diliven and Peigi shouted in unison.

"Kill!"

The battle of the three brothers Depro, Diliven, and Peigi had reached an intense heat.

After their initial engagements, Diliven and Peigi had formed an alliance — it was out of necessity, as Depro displayed strength beyond their wildest imagination.

The two had always believed Depro's combat power was merely at the Great Arcana Level, but who knew Depro had already touched the edge of the 'Entry' level.

Seeing the featherless, tumor-headed strange bird behind Depro, Diliven and Peigi gripped their swords and launched a new offensive.

Even though he had touched the edge of 'Entry', Depro still wasn't truly 'Entry'.

Under the attack of his two brothers, the breathing of this Eldest Son of the Count grew increasingly heavy.

However, his moves remained nimble.

With a quick step, he dodged the thrust of the sword.

This scene nearly made Peigi grind his teeth to dust.

He always regarded himself as the most talented of the three brothers.

But who knew Depro was hiding so deeply.

"Damn it!"

Peigi roared, no longer holding back with his sword.

He used his trump card!

A swordsmanship move he had practiced for many years!

This move was not the commonly seen [Swift Bird Swordsmanship] of South County but a rarer and more skillful, sinister sword technique.

Whoosh!

He thrust his sword, seemingly aimed at Depro's throat, but when Depro raised his sword to defend, the sword tip wavered, sweeping toward Depro's eyes. Just completing the defensive posture, Depro couldn't retract his sword in time and could only lean back to evade. However, this sword was still a feint, and the longsword sweeping towards his eyes suddenly slashed down, aiming for the heart coming in sideways.

Depro's sword was held horizontally before his throat.

And his upper body leaned backward even more.

This downward diagonal thrust was something no ordinary person could evade.

But Depro did evade it.

No!

To be precise, he evaded it by counterattacking.

Depro lifted his right leg, kicking towards the spine of the sword.

This kick was executed with full force.

If it hit, Peigi's longsword would definitely be knocked out of his hand.

But this kick missed again.

Peigi exerted force with one ankle, twisting his lower leg, thigh, and then warping his torso into rotation, moving his arm and the sword along with the spin.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the sword that was originally aimed at the heart turned into a sword aimed at the groin.

Moreover, because of the body's rotation, this sword was faster, more vicious, and more bizarre than before.

Peigi's face was filled with a vicious sneer.

"I've practiced this sword move for ten years!

Can you withstand it?

Uh!"

Poof!

Before he could finish his sentence, it halted abruptly.

The vicious sneer froze on Peigi's face.

The third son of the count looked down in disbelief.

A longsword had pierced into his back, through the chest, with fresh blood dripping from the sword tip.

It was Diliven.

Peigi's eyes were filled with confusion.

He couldn't understand why Diliven did this.

But the next moment, Peigi understood.

A phantom rose behind Diliven.

A strange bird with feathers all over yet bare neck and head appeared behind Diliven.

Feeling the faint intimidating aura, Peigi realized Diliven, too, had reached the edge of 'Entry'.

Among the three, only he lagged behind?!

But he was clearly the most talented and diligent one!

Especially that sword move, he practiced it for ten years!

That was his trump card to overcome the strong with the weak!

Peigi's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

But as Diliven moved his wrist, Peigi's heart was shattered.

Immediately, Depro stepped forward and decapitated Peigi with a single slash.

Poof!

Peigi's head flew into the air.

Then—

Clang!

After 'cooperating' to take down Peigi, Depro and Diliven's swords clashed, colliding with such force that both longswords seemed glued together, emitting a creaking sound.

And at that moment, Peigi's headless body fell heavily to the ground.

Thump!

Followed by the fallen head.

The head, mixed with fresh blood, bounced upon hitting the ground and rolled several times until it reached the foot of a person by the wall.

Peigi's wide-eyed head stared firmly at that person.

And that person's eyes reddened slightly, picking up the head and cradling it.

Unable to suppress it, the person began to sob.

Immediately, this scene attracted those fighting around.

"Lord Count?!"

With a shout of surprise, a series of exclamations followed.

"Lord Count!"

"Lord Count!"

"It's Lord Count!"

The soldiers stopped fighting, turning their gaze towards the middle-aged man who walked into the field.

At this moment, the handsome face of the middle-aged man showed anger, disappointment, and grief—

"You not only collaborated with outsiders but also killed your own brother, I'm extremely disappointed in you both."

Count Bert growled lowly.

"Father!"

Diliven tried to explain.

But Depro was straightforward.

"Kill him!

He is a counterfeit!

My father died long ago!"

Before the words finished, Depro charged forward with his sword, intending to kill Count Bert—the Eldest Son of the Count knew things were going bad the moment he saw Count Bert appear.

For this Eldest Son of the Count, there was no retreat at this point.

Only by killing the Count Bert before him could he survive and live better.

And after a moment's hesitation, Diliven also shouted, joining the attack—

"Kill him! He isn't my father!"

The two longswords mercilessly struck downward.

To Count Bert, his three sons held no more of his affections.

Being 'Undying',

He naturally cared little for so-called 'descendants'.

Especially those 'descendants' produced unnaturally.

Facing the two sons daring to attack him, the Count was still furious.

Without hesitation, he sprayed acid liquid.

Depro and Diliven screamed and fell.

Then, they dissolved into liquid.

Having done all this, Count Bert spoke coldly, enunciating each word—

"Everything that happened tonight was incited by Gleisa Hamlet!

Inner Bay has torn apart the noble alliance we once had!

That Old Lion has made a move against me!

Therefore, I declare war on Inner Bay—

Declare war!"