They all call me Great Master-Chapter 774 - 771: Burning V

Inside the tent carriage pulled by two worn-out horses, Ainhars cradled his Twin Swords and was dozing off, while Oula opposite him was also napping. Both of them were covered in scrapes, but the wounds on Ainhars' back were especially deep and bone-deep, nearly severing the young Demon Hunter in half.

Similarly, Windsor and Elizabeth sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the front of the carriage, where the coachman would usually be.

Both of them were also injured.

But that did not stop them from whispering and chatting softly.

From time to time, a crisp bout of laughter erupted.

It was Elizabeth's laughter.

Under the moonlight, her skin was so pale it seemed to glow, like an elf beneath the moon, particularly when she lowered her head to smile, drawing Windsor's gaze irresistibly.

Of course, this was very cruel for the single men Ainhars and Oula.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm severely injured here!

Is this right?"

Ainhars protested vehemently.

"Why don't you two just get married already?"

Oula rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction as well.

However, this time, they were not met with the usual shy cover-ups from Windsor and Elizabeth.

Windsor took Elizabeth by the hand, they gazed at each other with eyes brimming with tangible affection and focus, and their faces were filled with the smiles of bliss.

"Wait a second!"

"You can't be serious?!"

Ainhars and Oula immediately sat up straight.

Even though it hurt to move their injuries, causing them to grimace, Ainhars couldn't hide his surprise—

"You two? You two?"

"We are planning to get married!"

Windsor and Elizabeth said.

Ainhars was stunned.

Oula's mouth fell open in shock.

About a few seconds later, Oula lay back down.

"I knew there was something up with you two, from the first time I saw you!"

"Yeah!

Who blushes upon first meeting, huh?

Damn it!

So Windsor, who claimed he'd die alone, is getting married, while I'm still single!"

Ainhars grumbled.

But, in the next moment—

"Congratulations!"

Ainhars offered his sincere blessings.

Oula reached into his pocket and tossed his wallet to Windsor.

"Here's all my savings, should be enough for a wedding."

"You? With mine added, maybe!"

Ainhars said with disdain, and then threw his own wallet over as well.

The life of a Demon Hunter in those times wasn't considered wealthy, but it was certainly much better than that of the average civilian, at least for the four young Demon Hunters who had just completed an excellent campaign, money was not in short supply.

Therefore, the wedding was well-organized.

There were roast meats, honey, white bread, and barley beer.

There was also music, flowers, and dancing.

Of course, most importantly, there were the blessings of friends and elders.

At the Windsor family farm, everyone happily spent a week.

As friends and elders departed, the farm grew quiet, but Ainhars and Oula did not leave—

'We are lifelong friends, how could we part?'

'Your children will be my most beloved disciples.'

And so, with a phrase each, Ainhars and Oula set their future path.

At least, that was their belief at the time.

They thought that, like most Demon Hunter families, they would guard this land until old age, when they would sit in front of the fireplace and tell their descendants of their glorious youth.

Of course, a bit of boasting was necessary.

Otherwise, how could they highlight their greatness?

Oula had even concocted a story about battling the Abyssal Lord alone.

Everything was beautiful.

Until—

Ainhars, Oula, and Windsor had completed another campaign, and hurried back to the farm overnight, but as soon as they arrived, they sensed something was wrong.

The farm had been attacked.

Everywhere were severed limbs and shriveled corpses.

Elizabeth, who had just given birth, was missing.

The child was placed in their shelter.

When they opened the shelter, the child was still fast asleep.

But Elizabeth's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

Three anxious individuals began to search and inquire.

In the end, they confirmed that members of the Bloodline Clan had passed by that afternoon.

As masters of this land, members of the Bloodline Clan were arrogant.

And even more so...

cruel.

It was well-known that an occasional 'Bloody Rite' was not out of the ordinary. Through the inquiries of the three, it was further confirmed that the incident at the farm was indeed the handiwork of the Bloodline Clan.

At this moment, what more was there to say?

Revenge!

The Demon Hunters' revenge began!

The three Demon Hunters started their frenzied quest for revenge against the Bloodline Clan.

Not only was the member who treated the farm with a 'Bloody Rite' flayed by the three of them, but several direct descendants of the Bloodline Clan also underwent their impalement punishment.

However, Elizabeth was not found.

Viscount Windsor did not believe that Elizabeth was dead.

Ainhars and Oula didn't believe it either.

The three continued their search.

They would never give up.

Until——

She, Elizabeth, appeared before Windsor in the form of Haibo, a member of the Bloodline Clan, Windsor believed it was a deceit.

She, there was some deceit.

But when she transformed into him, there was none.

He faced Windsor with the utmost sincerity.

He wished for Windsor to continue living on with him.

For this, he could share his ritual.

Yet, what he received was Windsor's sword.

A sword smeared with the blood of his son.

This sword subjected him to unprecedented backlash.

The ignited Divine Fire was extinguished in an instant by a great deal.

The authority he wielded was shattered.

His rationality was obliterated by rage at that moment.

He struck back and killed Windsor.

With the death of Windsor, an important part of the ritual, the authority completely dissipated, but the soon to be extinguished Divine Fire was rekindled, assisting him in a different form to resist the backlash.

No!

More accurately, those backlashes were expected curses.

Since they were expected, naturally, he had his ways.

Moreover, he did not wish to die.

He still had unfinished business.

Therefore, he became it.

He resisted the curse in its form.

It became a stone statue.

In the ensuing years, while it accepted the worship and faith of those ignorant people, relying on the 'Power of Faith' to wear down the power of the curse, it also considered how to weaken or even eradicate its 'Deadly Peril' — it was clear to it that as long as it lived, the pursuit from certain individuals would never cease.

Therefore, it endured more of the 'Regicide Curse', yet narrowed the scope of 'Deadly Peril': from any weapon contaminated with the blood of its descendants causing it harm, to the blood of female descendants within five generations causing it fatal injury.

At the same time, any blood of non-female descendants would bring deadly injury to the blood's possessor.

Regarding such a distortion, it had no further certainty.

However, upon seeing this generation's Viscount Windsor, it knew it had succeeded.

The other was clearly a man, yet dressed in a bright red dress, this was a warning of his "Spirituality"!

That "Spirituality" offered him ample hints!

Unfortunately, he understood nothing at all!

He only knew to indulge in so-called love!

Just like an animal following its instincts!

Indeed—

Such ignorance!

With a sigh in his heart, the Blood Drinker Haibo started to speak with a smile.

"A bunch of fools as stupid as pigs!

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

The next moment, a scarlet explosion surged skywards.

The already 'Ascend Step' Viscount Windsor burst open instantly, turning into a sky full of scarlet.

Moreover, the Blood Drinker Haibo was utilizing this red tinge.