Ji Qianming sneered on the corner of his mouth, "He wasn't going to wake up, he had woken up long ago, but he was just trembling with fear."

After saying that, he walked slowly to William lying in the middle of the church, squinted his eyes and said, "I'm still pretending? It seems that he was not beaten hard enough..."

"Wake up! I wake up! Don't beat me, big pot, I'm beaten, I didn't even get beaten." William suddenly got up from the ground, revealing a bit of broken teeth, and said crying.

With the physique of the blood clan, his body has an amazing recovery speed, but things like teeth cannot grow back by themselves with strong recovery...

The beating just now was really scared of him.

Ji Qianming casually imagined a boss chair and sat down slowly. A pale mask of laughter and crying was extremely sarcastic. He looked at William sitting on the ground in a mess and said calmly:

"Tell me about your abilities. I advise you to think it's better to say it comprehensively. If I think you have no value, I will send you down to reunite with those leaders."

William shivered and hurriedly said: "My ability is S-14 "Blood Origin", which is the legendary ancestor of the blood clan. His ability is similar to that in the movie, with super strong body, controlling bats, and spreading bloodlines..."

"Focus on spreading blood." Ji Qianming directly interrupted William's words.

"Oh, okay, I can pass the power of the blood clan in my body to others through blood sucking, creating a second-generation blood clan. The strength of the second-generation blood clan is related to my previous talents, but they are basically around the third level, and are not afraid of sunshine, crosses, holy water and other things. They look no different from normal people except for the tip of the teeth."

"The second generation of blood clans can create three generations of blood clans. The third generation of blood clans will be afraid of the sun. They are much worse than normal people in appearance and have weak strength. As for the fourth generation... they are basically cannon fodder, and they will die if exposed to the sun. They are afraid of holy water and crosses. They are ugly in appearance and their combat power is just a little stronger than ordinary people."

Ji Qianming was silent for a moment and asked, "How many second-generation blood clans can you spread every month?"

"Making the second generation of blood clans will separate my large amount of blood clan power. Generally, one can be made every ten days..."

"Ten days? Too long."

"No, no, no, this is just a general situation." William waved his hands repeatedly, and his desire to survive was very strong. "Well... if I lose more myself, I can make one in a week."

"Close your mouth! I'll say a count, ten days...three!" A cold light flashed in Ji Qianming's eyes, as if William could not do it, he would directly kill him on the spot.

"Three in ten days? This, I..." William's face looked extremely ugly, and he looked like he was about to cry. Under Ji Qianming's intimidating gaze, he nodded bitterly.

"By the way, can you directly control the lower blood clan?" Ji Qianming suddenly thought of something and asked.

"No. Although the power of the lower blood clan comes from me, it will not be directly controlled by me. It will only be suppressed by my blood when it appears in front of me."

"That's fine." Ji Qianming waved his wrist gently, and the spear of Judgment and Oath Panigong appeared out of thin air in his hand. He stabbed the spear on the ground in front of William and spoke lightly:

"If you want to survive, make an oath."

Without much hesitation, William made a series of oaths without dignity and bottom line, and sold himself to the Shangxie Society completely, becoming the most important stallion of the Shangxie Society... No, it is the most important source of the blood clan.

After confirming that his vow was not a problem, Ji Qianming turned around and looked at the puppet master and said, "With the power to create the blood clan, we will find someone who inherits the blood clan's power next. This matter will be left to you. You must be cautious when choosing people. These are the backbone of the Shangxie Society in the future."

The puppet master nodded, "No problem."

The characteristics of the blood clan determine that the transformation of ordinary people into blood clans is not suitable for Gou Chen or other military forces. Moreover, at the speed of William producing blood clans, it will take at least several decades to build an army that can fight against cultivators in the divine realm, so the blood clan manufacturing can only be temporarily implemented in Shangxiehuihui, making it a special type of army different from ordinary members.

The Blood Clan Legion... It sounds good. Ji Qianming thought to himself.

...

China.

The originally bustling and lively city has become an empty city, with quiet streets, uninhabited houses, empty shopping malls and squares, filled with unprecedented tension.

Twenty miles away from the city, dozens of buses rushed by the gray-brown road, and in front of them, a huge silver fortress loomed.

Countless residents sat in the bus, looking at a corner of the fortress from the window, their hands had secreted some sweat at some time, and their eyes were full of worry.

They are leaving their hometowns and are about to go to a brand new place. Is it a short separation or an eternal departure waiting for them?

Can they return to that city and to the carefree days they once were?

Where will this war go?

No one knows.

It is 7 days before the massive invasion of the God Realm (estimated).

"Bee...All units are not sure that it is still twenty minutes away from Fort No. 8. Each vehicle is required to go to different entrances according to the scheduled plan and let residents enter the fortress in batches."

“A car was received.”

"The second car was received."

“Three cars received.”

“…”

In the last bus, Lao Zhao turned on the walkie-talkie and said in a voice carrying northern Shaanxi dialect: "The twenty-three car has been received."

Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, he scratched his half-bad head, picked up the walkie-talkie, and spoke carelessly: "I said, this should be the last trip, right? I've been running so many times every day for more than ten days, and I'm almost suffering from cervical spondylosis."

"Well, the residents in the city have basically been evacuated. After this transportation is completed, you can park the bus outside the fort and enter the fort to take refuge."

"Hahaha, Lao Zhao, it's really not easy for you to drive a car at such a long time!"

"Old Zhao, there are a few ointments in the trunk of my car, which are very useful. You can come here to get them later."

One familiar voice after another sounded on the intercom, but Lao Zhao was a little absent-minded, "No, why don't the car be allowed to enter the fortress? What a pity if it is broken outside!"

"The space inside the fortress is limited, and it's already very difficult to live in so many residents. Where can I get a car? Lao Zhao, your car can only be parked outside the fortress."

Old Zhao's pair of calloused hands rubbed against the slightly peeling steering wheel, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, "This car has been driving for so many years, but it still has feelings..."

He, Old Zhao, has been driving a car for more than 40 years and can do nothing but drive. Although this car has only been with him for five years, it is an old friend to him.
Chapter completed!