They all call me Great Master

God!

No!

It's a God-born!

In an instant, Mr. Gwen linked the 'Kledos Family' with the legendary God-born in his mind, but immediately, the old gentleman shook his head.

Because—

Even a true God-born cannot make a divine spirit a follower.

Unless the other party itself is...

A divine spirit!

Upon reaching this conclusion, Mr. Gwen gasped in shock.

Arthur Kredos is a divine spirit?

No!

Definitely not!

But if not, then why...

Wait!

The current Arthur Kredos is not a divine spirit.

But in the past?

What about the former Arthur Kredos?

Might he have been a divine spirit?

The sword that slayed the 'Devourer' Imola, the 'Icarus' exclaimed by Imola!

It is rumored that 'Icarus' is one of the Twenty-Seven Heroes.

And during the Holy Era, every hero was believed to be the reincarnation of the divine spirit.

Recalling the knowledge from past readings, Mr. Gwen's gaze began to change, turning uncertain, fearful, and becoming...

Awe!

Yes, awe!

The rumored divine spirit is indeed worthy of respect.

And those who can make the rumored divine spirit follow must be an entity that cannot truly be described in human history, a symbol during the Golden Age, one that is...

Supreme!

'I actually encountered such an entity!'

Mr. Gwen shuddered with excitement.

The old gentleman felt like he was witnessing history.

No!

Not just witnessing history!

But participating, becoming a part of history!

The next moment, the old gentleman's eyes became heated.

Nothing makes a 'historian' more excited than participating in history and contributing to historical records.

If there is?

It would be participating in more history, contributing to more historical records.

Reflecting on this, the old gentleman knelt on the ground without hesitation.

Not with one knee.

With both knees.

The old gentleman prostrated there, chanting softly—

"Eternal Monster, inheritor of the Rebellious Bloodline, creator of the Twilight of the Gods, reverent of the Northern Gods, master of the Blade of Chaos, owner of Leviathan's Axe, Kledos…"

The old gentleman chanted the name of Kledos.

As a believer of the God of the Inland River, the old gentleman concealed the follower.

But the numerous prefixes with the name Kledos were sufficient.

This leading action was enough.

That hundred people kneeled, imitating the old gentleman and chanting.

These people are not as knowledgeable as Gwen, but they understand the significance of 'follower'.

Moreover, there had long been rumors that the master of the 'God of the Inland River' was Arthur Kredos.

Now, it is just a confirmation.

The God of the Inland River makes them believe.

The master of the God of the Inland River makes them revere.

Including Toran, who joined the ranks of praying.

Using Grindelwald's eyes to observe the scene in front of him, Arthur felt no waves in his heart.

Everything before him was normal to Arthur.

Not to say that Arthur had calculated everything.

Being a Spirit Medium, there are no calculations.

He simply integrated some resources slightly.

Rustle!

At the first light of dawn, the giant snake Nidhogg emerged from the inland river.

Unlike the previous caution.

This time, with permission from his father Arthur, the giant snake Nidhogg stretched his body freely.

An 80-meter-long, 6-meter-thick behemoth appears in front of anyone, bringing an indescribable shock. Imagine a moving skyscraper standing before you, any person would be terrified, the massive size difference enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

At this moment, there's no exception.

Looking at that giant body shining in the dawn, feeling the cold gleam on the black scales, hearing the gale as the tongue slips out.

All present lost themselves.

They stared blankly at the giant snake Nidhogg.

It took a full three seconds before Toran and Mr. Gwen reacted.

"Your Crown!"

Toran and Mr. Gwen called out together.

"Your Crown!"

The remaining people shouted in unison.

Then, they prostrated again.

It's a grave sin to look directly at a divine spirit.

Of course, as believers of the Inland Church, they knew it.

And Arthur waited for this opportunity.

At the moment when no one realized, Arthur had already appeared atop the giant snake Nidhogg's head.

Feeling the presence of his father, the giant snake Nidhogg couldn't help but sway with joy, stirring the Inner River Water into more waves.

Arthur smiled and petted his pet.

Then, raised his hand.

The [Blood of Doting] worn on his hand began to emit a faint red color.

These reds seemed like vapor under the dawn.

Then, it merged into the sunlight, shining on the believers in front.

All the believers noticed a slight anomaly.

But they would never resist.

Their expressions became increasingly fervent.

Divine Arts!

They were granted Divine Arts!

And to better wield the Divine Arts in the future, no matter how many anomalies, they would endure!

That feeling of being bitten by mosquitoes?

It's nothing!

Abel carefully controlled, cautiously feeding on the blood of these believers while granting them some secret technique abilities.

According to the original mode, it should absorb Arthur's fresh blood, then draw the blood of the bestowed, and transform them into Blood Slaves, Blood Gladiators, etc.

But, does it dare to suck Arthur's blood?

It doesn't dare.

That's not sucking blood.

That's courting death.

Fortunately, its master is a benevolent one, and when it applied to sip some believers' blood to replenish itself, its master agreed.

Finally!

After a long time!

It tasted truly fresh blood!

The fragrance, sweetness made it wish to open up and consume!

But it could clearly feel its master's gaze!

So it behaved well.

It was cowardly.

But, being a worm, being cowardly doesn't matter!

Therefore, Abel carefully controlled the blood-sucking amount, making the blood-sucked believers only slightly uncomfortable, yet not truly unpleasant.

This process required Abel to resist the instinct of bloodsucking worms.

A bit tiring.

But compared to granting these people secret technique powers, it was nothing.

Ordinary granting of secret technique powers is not cumbersome, but its master demanded to fit as closely as possible to the grantee's 'Talent', which troubled Abel.

If these people really had 'Talent', would they need to do this?

But it could not defy its master's orders.

Thus, it could only try to approximate what these fellows already had, to barely approach 'Talent'.

This task was taxing yet not difficult for Abel.

After all, it had already gathered all information about these believers from the blood.

'Muscular, suited for Giant Strength Spell!'

'This one's brain is fine, suited for Lesser Memory Spell!'

'This one's a cook? Then Flame Arrows!'

…

Abel began classifying.

Arthur looked at the scene calmly.

Behind him, the sun fully emerged from the horizon.

At this moment—

The sun rose in the east.