I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Vampires have a very buggy skill, which is to develop dependents by sucking blood. This behavior is called "first love" in some vampire literature.

The essence of the act of "first embrace" is "exchange of body fluids" - don't think wrongly, it is not the same thing as "replenishing demons". If you really use "replenishing demons", you will not become a vampire - specific manifestations In order to obtain the other party's blood and then inject your own blood, turning the other party into your servant.

That's right, a servant, a servant in the true sense. Because the opponent's body is mixed with vampire blood, the opponent is under the control of the vampire. The vampire can order his servants like his own siblings, and the servants cannot disobey such orders.

"White Wing Duke" plans to use this method to take over the Clone brigade for his own use.

"Father, I have lost a lot of family members this time. Please allow me to take this opportunity to make up for it." "Bai Yu" requested.

"Yes, I also have this plan." "White Wing Duke" agreed generously.

There were thirty-two magicians in front of him, and he did not intend to turn them all into his direct descendants.

The "first embrace" act of injecting one's own blood into the opponent's body will dilute the vampire's own power. It can develop thirty-two servants at one time, which even an ancient Dead Apostle such as "Otten Rose" is a bit overwhelmed.

Therefore, he only plans to "first support" a few of the most potential candidates, and leave the rest to "White Feather" and lower-level relatives.

All members of the Clone Brigade showed great anger towards the Death Apostles' arrogant and arrogant attitude and the upcoming act that would be the greatest insult to human beings. If it weren't for the pressure of the cadres, they would have rushed forward to fight the Death Apostles in the most violent way.

The cadres did this not because they changed their minds, but because the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves was so great that even wanting to commit suicide was not an easy task. Attacking hastily will not only fail to cause harm to the enemy, but will also give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The "Chariot" is waiting.

“Judgement” awaits.

The "King", "Pope", "Justice" and "Hermit" are also waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to sacrifice one's life to attack, waiting for an opportunity to self-destruct, this is the final insurance prepared at the beginning of the creation of the Clone brigade, and it is also the core philosophy of the brigade - if you don't succeed, you will succeed!

For such a force, the Dead Apostles lost interest in persuading them to surrender with words. A terrifying momentum that the magicians had never encountered shrouded everyone's heart, as if the king standing at the top of the food chain had a natural instinct for his prey. The pressure is irresistible and irresistible.

Amidst this terrifying pressure, the source of the momentum, the ancient King of Dead Apostles, moved.

Blood splattered, and the oozing screams and wails pierced the silence of the night.

Surprisingly, the screams did not come from the Clone brigade who were preparing to sacrifice their lives, but from behind the "White Winged Lord".

"Bai Yu" and other Dead Apostles, who had just returned the power of a fox and pretended to be a tiger, were now lying in a pool of blood. Before "White Wing Duke" launched the attack, his family members were attacked first, and the wounds were all in the same place - the waist. All the dependents were cut off at the waist, the upper body was separated from the lower body, and the blood that was the source of the vampire's power flowed all over the floor.

"Father, save, save me——"

"Bai Yu" struggled to reach out to his king, looking embarrassed and miserable.

"White Wing Duke" stopped moving forward and fixed his gaze on his heir through the white light beam covering his body.

He was wondering.

In addition to sucking blood, the biggest feature of vampires is their special bodies. Not only are they immortal, but they also possess various powers. The most basic one, and the one common to all vampires, is the powerful ability to recover.

Taking the Dead Apostles who have survived for a hundred years as an example, normal skin injuries can be recovered in a few minutes, and even lost limbs can be regenerated quickly.

And veteran Death Apostles like "White Feather" will only recover faster. It was just a cut in half, it shouldn't make him so embarrassed.

Looking at the wound on his waist, "White Wing Duke" found the reason.

The cut section continued to bleed out, and the speed of blood flow showed no sign of slowing down, as if the resilience that the Dead Apostles were proud of did not exist at all.

The culprit that caused all this was a simple scythe that exuded a cold light under the moonlight. This scythe was held in the hands of a figure wearing a skull mask and a cloak. The tip of the scythe was still dripping with blood. , the blood of the dead apostles.

"Are you——?" "Mr. Baiyi"'s voice remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about his family members' injuries.

"Captain of the Clone Brigade, codenamed 'Death', my subordinates are under your care, White Wings, no, Travam Ottenrosche." "Death" swung the sickle blade, and threw off the end of the blade attached to it. A drop of blood.

The sudden appearance of the missing captain not only failed to boost the morale of the team members, but instead made them anxious.

It turned out that as early as when the Clone brigade organized the retreat, the cadres had prepared for the worst. However, they did not intend to sit back and die, they wanted to leave seeds and hope behind, and the one they chose as their last hope was the most powerful captain in the team, the "Reaper", who also had a special method of concealing his aura.

In order to buy time for the captain, the scattered team members regrouped to attract the attention of "White Wing Duke". Unexpectedly, their captain, who had risked his life to save his life, not only did not leave, but returned to the most dangerous place.

"Captain!"

"Shut up!"

Shinji, who transformed into the "God of Death", roughly interrupted the roar of the team members.

"I am your captain, and I have the final say. Now, everyone, turn right, leave here, and return to the branch."

"Captain, you——"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here immediately, hurry up, otherwise you will be punished for violating military regulations."

From beginning to end, abandoning his subordinates and escaping alone was not an option for Shinji.

Although "White Winged Lord" is strong, Shinji, who has many trump cards, is not weak either. Shinji, who aims to end Scathach Eternity, does not want to be timid before fighting. What's more important is that after several months of getting along, he has formed a deep friendship with this team. He can't do it if he just wants to die for himself.

Therefore, it is not the team members who cut off the queen for him, the captain, but he, the captain, who cuts off the queen for the players!

"Don't go to such trouble, none of you can leave!"

Looking at the Clone brigade who ignored him, the king of the Dead Apostles, and showed deep friendship as comrades, "White Wing Duke" snorted coldly, wrapped in pure white light, and rammed into the Clone brigade's adjutant "Chariot" at a high speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

A ray of golden light that was more dazzling and more majestic than the pure white light tore through the night sky, hitting the center of the white light from the side amid the violent sound of breaking wind - changing the direction of the white light just before the latter hit the chariot.

"I said you can leave if you can!"

In the proud announcement, bathed in solemn golden light, the "God of Death" replaced the "Chariot" and stood in front of the Clone brigade.