Vampires have a very buggy ability, and that is to develop dependents through lifesucking. This behavior is referred to in some literature about vampires as "first embrace".

The essence of the act of "first embrace" is "bodily fluid exchange" - don't think about it, it's not the same thing as "mending demons", and you won't become a vampire if you really use the method of "mending demons" - the specific manifestation is that you can get the other party's blood and then inject your own blood, turning the other party into your own servant.

That's right, the servant, the servant in the truest sense of the word. Because the other party's body is mixed with the blood of the vampire, the other party is under the control of the vampire, and the vampire can command his servants as if he were his own siblings, and the servants cannot disobey such orders.

"White Wing Gong" intends to use this method to take the Clone Brigade for his own use.

"Father, I have lost a lot of dependents this time, and I beg my father to allow me to take this opportunity to replenish them. "White Feather" pleaded.

"Yes, I have the intention of doing so. "White Wing" generously agreed.

There were thirty-two magicians in front of him, and he didn't plan to make them all his direct heirs.

The act of injecting one's own blood into the other person's body will thin out the vampire's own power, and develop thirty-two servants at once, even an ancient Dead Apostle like "Otten Roche" is a bit unbearable.

Therefore, he only intends to carry out the "initial embrace" on a few of the most potential targets, and the rest will be handed over to "White Feather" and the dependents of higher ranks.

The entire Clone Brigade was furious at the Dead Apostles' arrogant posture and the impending greatest insult to the human body. If it weren't for the cadres who pressed them, they would have rushed forward in the most fierce way to fight the dead apostles to the death.

The cadres did this not because they changed their minds, but because the difference in strength between the enemy and the enemy was so great that it was not easy for them to even think of committing suicide. A rash attack will not only not cause damage to the enemy, but will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Chariots" are waiting.

"Judgment" is waiting.

"Kings", "Popes", "Justice", "Hermits" are also waiting.

Waiting for a chance to sacrifice one's own attack, waiting for a chance to self-destruct, this is the last insurance prepared at the beginning of the creation of the Clone team, and it is also the core concept of the team - if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!

For such an army, the Dead Apostles lost the interest in verbal persuasion, and a terrifying aura that magicians had never encountered before hung over everyone's hearts, as if the natural coercion of the king standing at the top of the food chain on his prey, difficult to resist and irresistible.

In the midst of this terrifying coercion, the source of the momentum, the ancient King of the Dead Apostles, moved.

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

Surprisingly, the screams did not come from the Clone team, which was ready to sacrifice their lives, but from behind the "White Wing Male".

The dead apostles such as the "White Feather", who was still a fox and a fake tiger just now, had already fallen in a pool of blood at this time. Before the White Winged Gong attacked, his dependents 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 to the ground.

"Father, save, save me—"

"White Feather" struggled to stretch out his hand to his king, looking embarrassed and miserable.

"White Winged Gong" stopped moving forward, and his gaze froze on his heir through the white pillar of light that enveloped his body.

He was confused.

In addition to sucking blood, the biggest feature of vampires is their special body, not only immortal, but also possessing various abilities, the most basic of which is also the one that all vampires have in common is their powerful recovery ability.

In the case of the Dead Apostles, who have survived for a hundred years, skin trauma can be recovered in a few minutes, and even if a limb is lost, it can be regenerated quickly.

And an old dead apostle like "White Feather" will only recover faster. It's just a waist cut, it shouldn't make him so embarrassed.

Sweeping his gaze over the wound on his waist, "Bai Yigong" found the reason.

The cut section continued to bleed out, and the speed of the blood showed no sign of abating, as if the Dead Apostles' vaunted resilience was non-existent.

The culprit of all this was a simple scythe that glowed coldly in the moonlight, and this scythe was holding the hand of a skull mask-cloaked figure, the tip of which was still dripping with blood, the blood of the Dead Apostles.

"You are ——?" The voice of "Bai Yigong" remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to take the injuries of his family members to heart.

"Captain Clone, codenamed 'Reaper', my men are in your care, White Wing, no, Tevanmu Ottenroche. The "Grim Reaper" flicked the scythe blade, and shook off the last drop of blood attached to the blade.

The sudden appearance of the team leader who was missing not only did not stimulate the morale of the team members, but made them anxious.

It turned out that as early as the time when the Clone brigade organized the retreat, the cadres were prepared for the worst. However, they don't intend to sit still, they want to leave the seeds, leave hope, and the one they chose as their last hope is the strongest captain in the team, the "Grim Reaper", who has a special method of concealing aura.

In order to buy time for the captain, the scattered team members regroup to attract the attention of the "White Wing Gong". Unexpectedly, the captain who gave up his life to save not only did not leave, but returned to this most dangerous place.

"Captain!"

"Shut up!"

Shinji, who is transformed into the "Grim Reaper", rudely interrupts the roar of the team.

"Lao Tzu is your captain, and Lao Tzu has the final say. Now, all right, get out of here and return to the branch. ”

"Captain, you-"

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of here immediately, hurry up, or you'll be punished for violating military regulations." ”

From beginning to end, abandoning his subordinates and escaping alone was not in Shinji's options.

"White Wing Gong" is certainly strong, but Shinji, who has many hole cards, is not weak, and Shinji, who aims to end Skaha's eternity, does not want to be timid before fighting. What's more, after a few months of getting along, he has formed a lot of friendship with this team, and he can't let him die for himself.

Therefore, it is not the team members who break the back for him, the captain, but the captain who breaks the back for the team members!

"Don't bother, none of you can leave!"

Looking at the Clone Brigade that ignored him, the king of the Dead Apostles, and staged a deep friendship between them, the "White Wing Gong" snorted coldly, wrapped in pure white light, and crashed into the adjutant "chariot" of the Clone Brigade at a high speed that was difficult for the naked eye to reach.

A golden tear through the night sky, more dazzling and majestic than pure white light, struck the center of the white light from the side with a violent breaking wind sound, changing the direction of the white light the moment before the latter crashed into the chariot.

"I said I could go!"

In the midst of the solemn proclamation, bathed in solemn golden light, the "Grim Reaper" stood in front of the Clone brigade instead of the "chariot".