I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Rekel felt the pain from his arm, and looked at Short who was drawing blood for him in some puzzlement.

"Didn't you agree to donate blood? Why are you stabbing me with nails?"

Because the needle tube and the thin tube behind it are opaque, Reker cannot see the process of his own blood being drawn out.

The corner of Short's mouth twitched when he heard this, "Shut up,"

He was too lazy to popularize great knowledge with this warrior.

After 2 minutes, the blood scale in the container rose to 300, and the other blood clan in charge of the observation signaled that it was all right.

Xiao Te nodded and pulled out the needle, and pressed the wound with a cotton swab.

"Press for 2 minutes, and you can throw it away if it stops bleeding"

Rekel looked at this scene in a daze, with question marks all over his face.

"This is the end??"

Short laughed.

"if not?"

Rekel's face froze. He originally thought that donating blood would be a very cruel and painful thing, but, that's it?

I'm ready to hang my heart, and this is the end?

Standing up with a somewhat strange expression, he left his seat.

The people around who were in a somewhat perturbed mood were also a little speechless when they saw this scene.

They also planned to watch the fun, wanting to know what happened to the extremely evil blood donation in the legend, but the first blood draw ended so simply? ?

Goddess, I'm in the girl's room, you tell me she's actually a high-ranking warrior with muscles all over her body?

Does the contrast need to be so big? ?

"It's gone? Am I dazzled?

Donating blood is so simple... Isn't it said that this is a terrifying and evil ritual of the devil?

Why... so unattractive? "

"Goddess of Life, how did I meet you stupid idiots, when did the Lord Kachar lie to you?!"

"It turns out that donating blood is so simple, I thought I had to cut my hand with a knife and spray blood..."

After seeing the true face of the mysterious blood donation ceremony, the crowd immediately talked a lot.

But instead of talking about other things, he was speechless about this legendary evil ritual. After this scene, even the most timid residents had no fear.

Goddess, this is too simple, it is completely different from the frightening, gloomy, and evil blood-sucking in the legend.

"Rekel, wait"

As soon as Recker walked into the crowd, Short stopped him.

"what happened?"

Short took out a silver Puck from under the table and threw it over.

"Each resident donates blood for the first time every year and can receive a silver poke as a reward for contributing to the City of Dawn.

Residents who voluntarily donate blood after completing the required four blood donations will be rewarded with points..."

The corners of Reker's mouth twitched slightly after receiving Yin Puk, he lightly tossed it in his hand, nodded and left.

Before he came, he was even prepared to give his life. Yes, he originally thought that this would be a bloody and terrifying ceremony that would cost his life.

But in the end, not only did nothing happen, but I also got a silver poke as a reward...

Rekel's mood is very complicated.

The surrounding crowd exploded after hearing this.

That's got a Silver Pouk?It's too easy to make money, right? !

It only cost them a dozen or so copper pukes to work part-time for a day, and these few minutes can support their work for seven or eight days.

In the hearts of the original residents, donating blood must be the blood clan sticking out their fangs and biting their necks.

The whole process was full of pain and suffering.

But now, torturing a ball means being stuck with a needle and hurting a bit. What does the rest have to do with pain?

And it took only a short while to get a silver poke, which can be exchanged for 30 catties of wheat at the grain store of the city hall.

What is this, are you sure this is not the city lord Kachar giving benefits to everyone?

The residents who were ready to face death as home were instantly confused by the huge psychological fall.

Then, with the first Rekel first, the following blood donation ceremony became extremely smooth.

Even after the blood donor got the Silver Poke, the people behind were eager to jump in line to donate blood.

Of course, this bad behavior was stopped because of insufficient points.

The blood drawn by the five teams was very fast, with more than 400 people, each took only 3 minutes.

After three Sunday hours, all the members of the security team and the logistics team had finished donating blood, and each received a silver poke and went down happily.

This is the envy of the residents who are not yet able to donate blood.

If I had known it was this way of donating blood, they would rush to go no matter what.

Just sit like this and get a silver poke after being pricked by a needle. Is there an easier way to make money than this? ?

Residents who were originally terrified of donating blood saw how simple the horrible blood donation method they imagined, and immediately stopped panicking. Instead, they were excitedly discussing when it would be their turn to earn this silver poke.

Fear comes from the unknown. When everything is brought to the fore, the self-imagined fear disappears, and everything is nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, this is also the reason why Li De borrowed modern medicine, otherwise this scene would be bloody.

This made the group of people who first advocated that the blood race exposed the evil nature feel ashamed and indignant. After the blood donation incident, they walked for a long time and were embarrassed to say hello to others.

It's so embarrassing.

These residents who were slapped in the face by themselves also swore to themselves that they would never be so stupid in the future. It was the most idiotic move to doubt the great Lord Kachar.

Although Li De didn't know the mental activities of these residents, he could tell a thing or two from their attitudes towards blood donation.

From the resistance and fear at the beginning, to the positivity later, the change is too fast to be caught.

In order to eliminate future troubles, after the first day of blood donation, under his order, many banners about blood donation were hung in Dawn City.

Donate blood for everyone, contribute to you, me and him.

It is precisely because of the heroic blood donation of every resident that the prosperity and stability of Dawn City can be achieved.

Take the initiative to donate blood as an honor, and take it as a shame to passively donate blood.

Blood can be regenerated, donating blood does not affect health

Under the propaganda of the Propaganda Department, the signs of the City of Daybreak are well known by everyone.

Don't underestimate these simple banners, their effect is not even as small as Silver Puke's temptation.

These civilians who have not experienced the explosion of knowledge know nothing about the power of brainwashing by repeaters.

The blood donation process was all carried out in the square. At the beginning, some people wanted to see the excitement, but later they were completely indifferent to this matter.

In this way, the plan was successfully carried out without encountering the slightest resistance.

The city hall also set up a special department, the medical department, to draw blood.

The blood drawn from the residents' bodies will be sent to the newly built blood pool in the Holy Land as soon as possible.

The original blood pool was still soaked with magic blood, so it was impossible to mix these fresh blood with the magic blood that had become a magic potion, otherwise it would affect the effect of the magic blood.

In order to dig out a new pool of blood, the Holy Land has changed drastically during this period of time.

The radiation range of the god's remains is one hundred blades, so the new blood pool was excavated according to this radiation range.

The blood pool where the holy spirit is located has been separated by buildings. Within the range of the holy spirit's hundred blades, two huge new blood pools have been dug out on the left and right rock walls.

The two newly opened blood pools are as deep as [-] blades, and the length and width have reached [-] blades. The entire range is just within the range of the Holy Spirit's radiation.

Remains of the gods

Attached attributes:

1. Inheritance, which can transform a human being into the ancestor of the blood race (used)

2. The legacy of the blood race can maintain the vitality of human blood (range: 100 blades in radius)

3. The magic power is surging. As a god, even if you die, you can still attract magic power, and you can continue to attract magic power to gather around you.

The remains of the gods are indelible, and the power below the gods cannot be destroyed.

Introduction: The remains of the blood gods have extremely special functions and are the treasures of the blood race.

The existence of the Holy Spirit is equivalent to the enhanced version of the cold storage that comes with it. It can not only keep the vitality of the blood, but also make the blood contain more magic power as time goes by.

For the vampires, the holy spirit is the basis for the implementation of the plan for human beings to support the vampires, and it is a more valuable existence than artifacts.

One week after the blood donation program, the residents who were attracted by Silver Poke and points actively participated in the blood donation activity.

According to the final statistics, a total of 8000 people except children and the elderly participated in the first round of blood donation, each with 300 ml.

The elderly and children who failed to donate blood during this process were quite dissatisfied with this, and many even went to the city hall to complain. Of course, this unreasonable appeal was naturally rejected.

Residents under the age of 14 and over the age of 65 are not allowed to participate in blood donation. This is a mandatory order issued by the mayor of Kachar.

8000 people, 300 ml per person, converted to 2400 liters, about 2.5 tons in weight.

Each blood clan consumes about 3 liters of blood every month, and just one round of blood donation can support the consumption of 800 blood clans for a month.

Standing next to the newly dug blood pool in the Holy Land, Li De looked at the 2400 liters of blood that had just covered the bottom of the blood pool with a length and width of 50 blades, and a meaningful arc hung from the corner of his mouth.

After working hard for so long, I finally took this step.

Is it still far from the take-off of the blood race?

To what extent a blood race that can break free from the shackles and develop unscrupulously can grow, perhaps even the God of Creation cannot estimate.

And as the only ruler of the blood race, what kind of height Li De, the Lord of Dawn, can reach... The future is still unknown...

Chapter 155 The Forgotten Land of Evil

In the West District of Green City, an obelisk church hidden in a slum.

A few gray banners that looked like broken wings of a demon were planted on the semicircular white stone door of the church, fluttering under the blowing night wind.

Under the cold moonlight, the pattern on the flag had long been blurred, but the shadows were like ferocious demons waving their sharp claws when the wind blew.

Enter the church.

In the dark night, the dimly lit candles and torches illuminate the church hall slightly, but the surroundings of the church are very dark due to insufficient light.

Looking around the church through the faint light.

The black walls are painted in a creepy blood red with various horror patterns, the devils of hell are devouring human beings, the devils of the abyss are tearing the earth, and the destruction and death pass through the walls to everyone who stops and stares. Humanity.

Dark and scary.

Such an environment is enough to make normal humans turn their heads and flee.

But tonight, it's different.

"When darkness falls, the whole world will sink under the feet of the tyrannical monarch, and everything will be destroyed. Only by believing in the eternal god-king, the tyrannical god, can one be freed from death.

Great god of tyranny, your humble and loyal followers sacrifice the most delicious souls to you! "

A priest wearing a black cloak knelt in the center of the church and prayed loudly with a strange and piercing tone.

The broad cloak covered the priest's entire face, the invisible face was hidden in the shadows, only the tall hooked nose was exposed.

On the black altar in front, a figure covered in scars was lying unconscious on it. Obviously, this was the sacrifice spoken by the priest hidden in the shadows.

More than 20 human beings wearing sackcloth robes with fanatical faces around them followed each other and shouted together.

"Great god of tyranny, your humble and loyal believer sacrifices the most delicious soul to you~"

Qiqi knelt down.