What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

But then he thought that since his family had been around for tens of thousands of years, there must be someone with a high sequence, so he asked:

"What is the highest sequence in our family?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and Duke Lenka, who was a little proud because only his family and the church had a complete path to promotion, froze.

After a long while, he said sullenly: "Sequence 5 Firebringer!"

Eros was a little unbelievable. A family that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and whose ancestors had even produced gods, had a highest sequence of only 5? This was over! It was going to be a disaster!

Duke Lenka looked a little embarrassed, but he still explained:

"This is because the bloodline is too old, and in addition, in order to cover the escape of the low-sequence clansmen for tens of thousands of years, the high-sequence ancestors often died in battle before giving birth to offspring with purified blood, and fell into a vicious cycle."

"But now that it has settled down, the clan encourages people to have more offspring. If a talented one appears, it will change the current embarrassing situation."

Is this a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change? However, Eros still glanced at his father. It is better to be encouraged by the clan rather than enjoying it yourself.

Duke Lenka did not notice his son's distrustful look but continued:

"Another way is to learn from those royal families and stop intermarrying with foreign races. In this way, even if there will be no offspring with good talents, at least the bloodline will not be diluted."

Eros looked at his father in surprise. Duke Lenka was a little helpless:

"This is also a helpless way. After all, it is too dangerous for us to support the family with only a few sequence 5s now."

Eros nodded. He could understand it. After all, he was under pressure from the most powerful forces in the world.

There are only a few sequence 5s in his family. If this is exposed, I am afraid that none of them will be able to escape this time.

Duke Lenka talked a lot along the way, and Eros also listened to a lot. His understanding of the mysterious side is gradually improving.

Finally, he stopped in front of an ancient, solemn and solemn church.

Duke Lenka, who was walking in front, pushed open the heavy door in front of him, and a soft halo spread from the inside to the outside of the hall.

There were many people standing in the hall at this time, most of them were elderly people with gray hair and beards. Eros knew some of them, but not others.

Estelle was also in the crowd. Seeing him coming, she smiled at him encouragingly, her eyes as clear and gentle as water.

After looking at the people, Eros noticed the mysterious, majestic and solemn statue at the top of the hall.

He had some understanding in his heart, that should be the statue of the ancestors.

Duke Lenka, who had talked to the old men on the side, waved to Eros and asked him to come over.

Then he took him to the statue, first prayed solemnly, and then let Eros sit cross-legged in the middle of the floor engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns.

He nodded to the elders who had been prepared for a long time and said solemnly: "Blood baptism, start now!"

As his voice fell, the elders placed the milky white spiritual essences that had been prepared in advance.

Along the mysterious patterns that kept winding on the floor, they were placed in a regular pattern.

As they placed the pieces one by one, the mysterious symbols engraved on the floor also lit up one by one.

While there was still time, Duke Lenka began to talk about the things that needed to be paid attention to next.

There were not many things to pay attention to. The general meaning was that because this was the world of the ancestors, there would be no danger in this baptism.

He only needed to follow the road that would appear in front of him later and walk as far as possible. The farther he walked, the better.

After understanding the meaning, Eros nodded, and he understood the meaning.

Then he sat quietly in the same place, quietly waiting for what would happen next.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Eros didn't feel anything at first.

But gradually he felt a warm air current close to his skin, soaking into his body from his limbs.

This warm and comfortable feeling made him a little drowsy, and his eyelids kept drooping, and then slowly closed.

Suddenly, Eros woke up suddenly, and he remembered that he was still receiving baptism, so he couldn't sleep.

He forced himself to be alert, but suddenly found himself in a strange place.

Looking up, it was foggy all around, and he couldn't see where he was.

The elders who were waiting for the result not far away had disappeared at this moment, leaving only himself standing here.

"Has this entered the baptism process? But where is the road? Didn't Dad say that the road would appear in front of him?"

He looked at the foggy space in front of him with some surprise and some confusion.

Outside world!

The elders of the tribe not far away looked at Eros, who had closed his eyes and entered the bloodline tracing, and gradually began to talk in a low voice.

They were very optimistic about this child who had shown extraordinary intelligence since childhood.

I think his psychic talent should be the best in recent years, but I don't know which ancestor's mark engraved in his blood will he see.

An old man with a monocle and meticulously combed white hair slowly spoke:

"In my opinion, little Eros should be able to see the blood mark engraved by the ancestor five thousand years ago."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this. After all, there were still wanderers in the family five thousand years ago.

That was a Sequence 2 existence, a mythical life that transcended the boundaries of mortals and entered the realm of myth.

Does he mean that he thinks little Eros has the talent to become a mythical life?

Although they are also optimistic about little Eros, can the blood that has long been polluted really give birth to a mythical blood?

They asked themselves, this is almost impossible.

Even if they think it is the most ideal situation, it will take several generations of efforts to continuously purify the blood until the blood is enough to support the birth of a mythical blood.

But this will take a long time, and it also requires that each generation must give birth to a child with good enough talent.

But what the man in front of them said made them care. After all, the white-haired old man is one of the most senior people present.

Not to mention that he is one of the only three Sequence 5s left in the family. They believe that this elder will not be aimless, so?

For a moment, they were all a little excited. It had been many years since the family had seen a mythical life form. Although having a mythical bloodline did not mean that one would definitely become a mythical life form.

However, they did not care much about this point. It was something that others could not do.

But for a family like theirs that had accumulated for thousands of years, it might not be impossible.

Although hiding here and there for thousands of years had consumed most of the accumulation, even with the remaining ones, as long as people were not dead and as long as the talent could support it, the pile could be piled up.

Although only one mythical life form could not improve the current situation of the family, it could more or less make them feel a little relieved.

After all, if it was exposed now, it was estimated that no one in the entire family would be able to escape.

But with the existence of mythical life forms, more or less one or two could escape, and the family bloodline would not be completely cut off.

The Duke of Lenka on the side was so happy that he could not close his mouth at this time. He was also proud of his child's good talent.

Although Estelle did not smile as much as her husband, she also had a faint smile on her face, and was obviously very happy.

As time went by, the milky white spiritual essences placed on the mysterious symbols in a regular pattern were replaced one after another.

But the people present did not show any impatience, but became more and more excited.