They all call me Great Master-Chapter 773 - 770: Burning IV

As a descendant of the "Blood Drinker" Haibo, still a Demon Hunter, the ancestral mansion of Viscount Windsor preserved a significant amount of records related to this "Blood Drinker."

It was precisely because of these records that he was able to find some secret techniques of the "Blood Drinker" Haibo during his time as a Demon Hunter in the Windsor Family cemetery.

Particularly among them were records of the period when Haibo was on the verge of becoming a "Blood Drinker."

Viscount Windsor was certain that those notes were written by Haibo himself.

As for why Haibo left these notes within the Windsor Family?

Viscount Windsor didn't know.

However, the Viscount was clear that if he wanted to live a stable life with Ross, he would certainly need tremendous strength.

So, he moved into the cemetery with Ross.

There, he unearthed one of the graves, meticulously researching those secret techniques.

As for the guilt toward his wife?

It was also real.

She was a good woman.

Every month, on the first and fifteenth, he would go to pay his respects to her.

Telling her about some of the recent incidents that had occurred.

Including those involving his own daughter.

But...

Very few.

Ever since discovering his secret, his daughter had deliberately avoided any interaction with him.

For this, Viscount Windsor held no resentment.

After all, he was the one at fault.

Knowing this in his heart, however, did not prevent the Viscount from feeling anxious and disturbed when he thought about these matters.

To shift his negative emotions, the Viscount looked to the center of the action, watching Haibo, the "Blood Drinker" being overpowered, carefully sensing—

Clang Clang Clang!

Clank Clank Clank!

The Marquess of Ainhars' Silver Sword was faster with each strike, while the steel sword was heavier with each strike.

Wave after wave of feedback followed by tremors appeared within the Marquis, adjusted and distributed by the Ainhars Family's unique Bloodline "Sword Body," and then released in an even more powerful manner.

Of course, this adjustment and distribution were not limitless.

"Sword Body" also had its limits.

Once those limits were reached, such an offensive would no longer exist.

However, before this limit was reached, the Marquis was confident in defeating his opponent.

After all, his arrangements were not simply these.

He was waiting.

"Ainhars?

Ha, Ainhars!

My former companion...

No, to be precise, the descendant of my former companion, your swordsmanship has significantly improved from that of your ancestors!

After generations of accumulation and transformation, you finally possess the so-called 'Bloodline,' don't you?

Just like breeding swine!"

While being overwhelmed by the torrential assault, the "Blood Drinker" Haibo was in no way hindered from speaking loudly, his shrill voice making the words increasingly crude.

How did the world's first owner of "Spirituality" come to be?

No one can answer.

But as to how to increase the odds of awakening "Spirituality" in a person, many know.

Find a partner who possesses "Spirituality."

And the 'Bloodline'?

It's similar.

Even more malformed.

Because it involves the issue of 'Bloodline Concentration.'

Nobles who once refused to marry outside their lineage gave birth to many deformed children, and even if everything seemed normal, it might well be only on the surface.

Mentally, they had long been mad.

So, at the end of the 'Silver Age,' many referred to traditional nobles with a term of outright disdain: 'swine.'

A term meant to enrage the nobility.

However, the "Blood Drinker" Haibo had no intention of infuriating the Marquis of Ainhars.

It had already found the pattern of the Marquis' Twin Swords.

No!

To be precise, it remembered the pattern of its companion's Twin Swords from before.

Then, from that pattern, he found the current one.

Distortion Force Field!

The next moment—

The Silver Sword became heavier.

The Steel Sword became faster.

Just in an instant, the Ainhars Family's 'Twin Sword Slash' was distorted.

Just...

The heavier Silver Sword was even more ruthless than the Steel Sword, each strike akin to the battering ram's impact, heavy, and unbearable.

The faster Steel Sword was even swifter than the Silver Sword, each strike like a seabird skimming the water's surface, swift, and elusive.

The distorted 'Twin Sword Slash' became stronger.

"Lord Haibo, you don't think a perfect 'Twin Sword Slash' can't adapt the offense between the Silver and Steel Swords?"

If it can't even do that...

Then how is it perfect?"

The Marquess of Ainhars had a noble's affable smile on his face, while his Silver Sword radiated a dazzling light.

Slash of Vanquishing Evil!

Just a regular Slash of Vanquishing Evil.

But this regular Slash of Vanquishing Evil made 'Blood Drinker' Haibo dodge.

Because, when this 'Blood Drinker's Distortion Force Field appeared, the Distortion Force Field of Viscount Windsor also manifested.

However, it was not aimed at the 'Blood Drinker' or its Distortion Force Field.

Instead, it targeted the offensive move of the Marquess of Ainhars' Silver Sword.

Viscount Windsor diverted a strand of the damage to his own left arm.

Immediately, Fresh Blood scattered.

Instantly, the Silver Sword was stained red.

The Silver Sword, mingled with Viscount Windsor's Fresh Blood, immediately shone with a different radiance.

And this was what terrified 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

Because the curse of 'Patricide' rendered it defenseless against the blood of kin and offspring, even facing the reality of true Death.

Thump!

The Marquess of Ainhars' Silver Sword pierced into the chest of 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

However, not on the side of the heart.

The Silver Sword, tainted with Viscount Windsor's Fresh Blood, avoided the vital part, pinning 'Blood Drinker' Haibo to the ground.

This scene had not escaped Viscount Windsor's expectations.

A living 'Blood Drinker' was what he needed.

Of course, it was also what Barons Tami, Kama, and Harlan and Lords Darnel, Yakaz, Lalia, and Leondsey needed.

The Marquis turned the hilt of the sword, allowing the blood on the Silver Sword to flow better within 'Blood Drinker' Haibo's Body.

And then?

Naturally, he waited.

As long as the Fresh Blood on the Silver Sword, flowing from the opponent's Body to the blade's tip, began to drip, that would signal the moment of success.

At that time, he would return to his youth.

The Marquis had unshakable faith in this method.

Not only from the notes of his ancestors but also because an ancestor had once done so.

And now?

It was his turn.

He would ensure the Ainhars Family shone brightly once again.

At this thought, the corners of the Marquis's mouth curved upwards.

Viscount Windsor, too, was smiling.

Easier than he had imagined, he could become her.

Then it would be time to live a good life with Ross.

The three Barons and four Lords were also smiling.

They saw the ascension of their sons.

Similarly, 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was smiling, more radiantly than anyone present—

"A bunch of fools as dumb as pigs!

How could I possibly be harmed by the same method a second time!"

'Blood Drinker' Haibo once again spoke softly and gently.

It uttered these words.

The next moment—

Crimson surged to the skies!