They all call me Great Master-Chapter 730 - 727: Net of Blood I

Arthur would definitely not disdain the strength of his own power and the expansion of his forces.

If possible, Arthur even hoped to expand indefinitely.

But unfortunately, that was impossible.

Because—

Resources were limited!

Just like the newly upgraded "Blood of Doting" this time, which had reached 'above epic' level, it could be considered one of Arthur's top-tier props.

Yet even so, the total number of Blood Slaves, Blood Gladiators, Bloody Warriors, and Blood Brides that could be created was only 143.

If this were the Silver Age, an era that emphasized cavalry charges, Arthur could have shouted that he finally had "the power to protect himself."

Because, in the Silver Age, even the wealthiest Inner Bay couldn't muster an army of ten thousand heavy cavalry.

In fact, at the peak of the Silver Age, Inner Bay's limit was 3,000 heavy cavalry.

Even this, Arthur suspected that there was some exaggeration involved.

But even if there was no exaggeration, so what?

143 Mystic Side Persons shamelessly engaging in sneak attacks and assassinations would be enough to leave 3,000 heavy cavalry helpless, even if the opposition also had High Order Mystic Side Persons, but the same was true for his own side.

Therefore, facing the troublesome Bloodline Clan, he also suffered a great headache, and this was once the pride of the Blood Marquis's family.

Unfortunately, as the times advanced, the update and iteration of productivity, and the rise of gunpowder in particular, had broken a certain balance.

A musket was enough to make an ordinary Mystic Side Person sweat profusely.

And in the military, the strategy of heavy cavalry charges had long been abandoned.

Ranks of musketeers were now the mainstream.

This form of musketeer ranks rendered most Mystic Side Persons utterly helpless.

Unless High Order Mystic Side Persons took action, but the opposition had them just as his own side did.

Neither side could take hasty action.

A bizarre balance emerged once again.

Therefore, some kind of secret warfare became the mainstream.

As for real fighting with real swords and spears?

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Another one?

The Mystic Side might suffer more than just a great vitality loss.

After all, compared with musketeers who could enter the battlefield after just eight weeks of training, Mystic Side Persons who emphasized 'Talent' were really too rare.

Moreover, the growth of Mystic Side Persons took too much time.

Even for those Mystic Side Persons with exceptional talents, without round-the-clock learning, they were barely useful.

'The emergence of gunpowder made the mystic lose its luster!'

Many Mystic Side Persons had heard this phrase.

Even if they didn't want to admit it, the fact remained a fact and would not change.

Arthur remained noncommittal about this.

At the moment, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium was only concerned with some matters of his own—

'Abel, when you become complete, how many Blood Descendants can you create?'

'Replying to Master, Blood Brides will still be 3, but the creation of them will be much easier. The number of Blood Slaves and Blood Gladiators can double, and Bloody Warriors will not increase, still being 10, but their strength will greatly improve.'

Facing Arthur's inquiry, Abel who had twenty-seven contracts responded honestly.

And that title of address did not contain any reluctance at all.

Having benefited from Arthur, Abel was fully aware of his status.

'3 Blood Brides, a strengthened version of 10 Bloody Warriors, and then 200 Blood Slaves and 60 Blood Gladiators, eh?'

Arthur pondered.

This number had already exceeded his expectations.

But who was Arthur?

Arthur, who upheld the values of a 'Spirit Medium,' always thought of squeezing oil out of the soil.

Therefore, after pondering for a moment, Arthur asked.

'Abel, is there a way to expand the scale of Blood Descendant creation—What I mean is, it's not necessary to truly grant those people the formal status of a Blood Descendant. They won't be Blood Slaves, Blood Gladiators, Bloody Warriors, or Blood Brides, but they will have the qualifications for one-time use of the Bloodline Clan's secret techniques, something more convenient like scrolls, Curse Marks, and the like.'

'One-time use?

If it's the complete me, I can do such a thing.

Only, Master, doing this might be somewhat counterproductive, for the same amount of power, we could create a complete Blood Slave.

And Blood Slaves, being consumables, if they die, we can just make another one.'

"This is much stronger than those one-time uses."

"After all, the cost normal people pay for using a one-time secret technique is not low, and it is impossible to use it a second time in a short period!"

Arthur spoke with puzzlement in his voice.

But the corners of Arthur's mouth curled up.

The young Spirit Medium seemed to have already seen the sight of hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people crying out his name daily to gain power.

As Abel had said, such a thing seemed to be more trouble than it's worth.

But to others, not to Arthur...

It was absolutely worth it!

Because: XP!

Lots of XP!

What could be more exciting than tens of thousands of people crying out his name every day to provide him with daily XP?

Naturally, it was getting millions, tens of millions of people to witness the change in these tens of thousands!

Arthur didn't even dare to imagine how exaggerated his XP income would be at that time!

Especially when he made more people understand that by shouting his name, they would get this strange power, it would definitely be a feeling of madness.

No Talent?

No worries.

As long as you are devout enough!

As for the cost?

In the face of immediate death, this cost of using mana if available, using blood if not, can it even be considered a cost?

Not really.

Plus, there's...

Envy and jealousy.

You have it, he doesn't.

Seeing each other every day, this was destined to be the outcome.

Thinking of this, Arthur's already uplifted corners of his mouth became even more radiant, and excitement that would make most people tremble surfaced in his profound eyes. But deep inside, Arthur's voice remained calm.

"Abel, how many 'one-time users' can the complete you create?"

"If there is enough fresh blood or gold, I can make about five hundred. Beyond that, the 'one-time users' would self-destruct."

Abel answered truthfully.

"Five hundred?

It's a bit few, but it's enough!"

Arthur muttered to himself in his heart.

At this moment, the Fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm finally started to catch on.

"Master, do you want to...

become a god?"

Although the sentence was phrased as a question, Abel was very certain.

Because in his fragmentary memories, there were quite a few beings who had done this; they performed 'Miracles' for their 'Believers', gathering more people's faith, then utilized the Power of Faith from these believers to 'Ascend Step by Step'. However, none of these beings met a good end.

Though their power increased incredibly fast, they went mad even faster.

At the moment he, she, or it became a They, he, she, or it was no longer the same—but They still thought of themselves as he, she, or it.

This was a contradiction.

And one that was irreconcilable.

The result was madness.

Just like 'Miha'!

When he became the 'Lady of Sorrow', he went mad!

But that was still far better than those who blew up on the spot!

Thinking of this, Abel thought of his twenty-seven contracts.

Twenty-seven contracts that blocked all his paths.

If something happened to it, Arthur would be fine.

If something happened to Arthur, it would surely die.

Realizing this, the Fragmentary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm immediately cried out—

"Master, I beg you, please don't do this!"

And in that voice, there was a cry for mercy.