Dressed in pure white, the cloak representing 'death', Morilk looked at Arthur with an indifferent gaze.

Even, so to speak, ignorance.

As the 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty choir' bass Morilk has this qualification.

'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir's ordinary members are already the elite of the 'Death Poets Society', not to mention the 'Death Bass. Male's up.

As one of the 'Four Tones', Morilke is in the 'Dead Poets Society. The position in the 'Thirty Choirs' is only below the 'Right Patriarch' and the 'Left Leader'.

It is a powerhouse of the real 'Arcana level'.

If it weren't for the fact that the identity of the 'shadow son' was too special, a powerhouse of this level would not have paid attention to the affairs of one place at all.

Even South Los is no exception.

Their eyes are always on the more central part.

Like what......

Inner Bay!

Compared with the tigress who is not strong enough, the old lion who is declining but still in power is their goal.

Not only because of the president's 'preferences', but also because of the 'secrets that the old lion has' - that's what they are concerned about.

As for Arthur?

Although he had heard of Charlie. Credos has a little fame, but not for this 'death bass. Male, still don't care.

And Arthur himself?

It's even more of an inconspicuous character, just bring it back and exchange it for the captured Grover.

What if Grover dies?

Then just give Grover a funeral.

Although the 'Shadow' had secretly mentioned Arthur. Redos had an extraordinary 'gift for death', but he didn't feel it right now.

And......

Since he has the 'Death Talent', it is impossible not to be noticed by the 'Death Poets Society' - the adult who is the 'Right Patriarch' will conduct a 'divination' every three years to determine the members who have the 'Death Talent' and then bring them back to the station for training.

With that adult's prudence, how could he have left out Nanlos?

With that adult's strength, how could he not 'divination' Arthur?

So, it's just a coincidence.

Everything is a coincidence.

Morilk stood there staring at Arthur, the gray in his eyes, without any emotion, and not surprised by any resistance from Arthur.

The ignorant will always please him with his actions.

He doesn't hate it.

Think of it as the only pleasure of the journey. ’

This member of the Dead Poets Society thought.

In order to conceal his whereabouts, after receiving the secret letter from the 'Shadow Son', Morilk set off overnight, without much fanfare, and almost did not rest halfway, so he rushed to Nanlos.

However, when he arrived at Nanlos, he found that the target had left.

This forced Morilk to catch up again.

Luckily, I ran into the fools of the Cloak Society, who knew the whereabouts of the target.

No more action is needed, just a name is reported, and these fools take the initiative to lead the way.

However, the members of the 'Blood Clan' of the 'Arcana level' in the mouths of these fools made Morilk quite concerned - and therefore, he searched his surroundings carefully to make sure that the other party was not nearby, and then appeared.

Maybe we can absorb each other!

The legacy of the 'Marquis of Blood'......

That's quite a lot! ’

Morilk thought to himself, and his gray eyes began to show impatience as he looked at Arthur - from the very beginning, the target began to check his cat, looked at his companions, and then filled the firewood.

Morilk wondered why the target did what he did.

However, Morilk's patience ran out.

This 'Dead Poets Society. The members of the Thirty Choir were ready to get their hands dirty.

However, before I started, I was still used to saying-

"I'm glad to be able to meet you, death, for you and me!"

After saying that, the other party was ready to make a move.

And at that moment, after checking Pendragon and Simon, Arthur, who confirmed that they were okay for the time being, did not raise his head and replied.

"You're too early to rejoice!"

Morilk, who had already raised his hand, trembled at this sentence.

The next moment, there was a loud cry in his mouth.

"Rude!"

Then he swung it out heavily.

The rich gray-white color of the fog was like a giant python emerging from a mountain stream, and with a wail of death, it rushed straight towards Arthur.

As if intimidated by such death, the young 'medium' sat motionless, allowing himself to be consumed by the grayish-white aura of death.

"Huh."

Looking at this scene, Morilk sneered.

Pretending!

In the bottom of my heart, this 'Dead Poets Society. The members of the Thirty Choir commented, and at the same time, began to control the output of the 'breath of death'.

What he needs is to capture them, not kill them.

However, when he tried to control the 'Death Breath', he suddenly discovered that his 'Death Breath' was no longer under his control, and was being absorbed by Arthur in a steady stream.

This took Morilk by surprise.

Almost subconsciously, this 'Death Poets Society. 'Thirty Choirs' increased the output of 'Death Breath'.

Rumble!

The gray-white fog, which was originally just the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh, became the thickness of a water tank in an instant.

Moreover, if it was like a giant python before, this time it has become a giant python - the rich gray-white mist is like a real thing, building the body of the giant python, its eyes, and its letters.

Gray-white eyes larger than watermelons stared at Arthur with anger.

The wind appeared out of thin air!

Mixed with a fishy smell and a fierce wind!

The wind blows all around.

The flowers and trees that began to wither in early autumn withered in an instant.

Vitality dissipates.

Only death remains.

Roar!

The upper body of the death python stood upright, a two-story tall body, and the shadow it brought directly enveloped Arthur, who was sitting on the crossbar by the fire.

"It looks real, but it's a pity that it's fake after all......

You can't eat it. ”

The young 'medium' raised his head and glanced at it, and let out such an exclamation.

And this stimulated Morilke, the 'Dead Poets Society. Members of the Thirty Choir, snapped.

"I don't know what method you just used, but I was just careless.

Now it's my true strength - 'Arcana level'!

I hope you will always be so calm! ”

As he spoke, the 'Death Python' brought a fishy wind and bit Arthur.

A sneer appeared in Morilk's gray eyes.

Now Morilk has abandoned the idea of being a prisoner.

Just Arthur's impudence made this 'Dead Poets Society. The members of the Thirty Choir decided to kill Arthur.

Of course, it's not just a kill.

Rather, it is necessary to ......

Torture it well!

The fury in his heart made this 'Death Poets Society. The faces of the members of the Thirty Choir turned hideous under their hoods.

But the next moment, such a hideous became sluggish.

The bloody wind that plundered life blew like a spring breeze and rain.

The terrifying python rushed by, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Useless!

Not to mention that the 'Death Python' has lost its due role, it has made this 'Death Poets Society. The members of the 'Thirty Choir' were horrified—

This time, not only was the 'Death Qi' he released no longer under control, but the 'Death Qi' in his body was also continuously sucked out.

All poured in......

Arthur Inside!

"This?!

'Great Arcana Class'

No!

Wrong! ”

Morilk was frightened and instinctively shouted, but the words didn't feel right.

He had seen the powerhouses of the 'Great Arcana-level', but he didn't have such power.

The next moment, this 'Dead Poets Society. The members of the 'Thirty Choir' suddenly thought of something, and exclaimed—

"Ranked!"

(End of chapter)