The black dog blood was indeed difficult to digest, and it was the black dog blood that the ghost queen had brought with him, even with the true ancestor-level digestion ability, it took Lin Ming almost three minutes to fully recover from the negative effects of drinking the black dog blood.

Oh, the negative effects probably include esophageal burning and stomach cramps, but these negative buffs disappeared after Lin Ming quietly released a fart.

The true ancestor-level digestion ability is NB, and the black dog's blood has been digested to the point that there is not even a residue left, and the only sundries are also excreted from the body by Lin Ming through this fart.

"Alright, Onihime, next time I have a chance, I'll listen to you talk about so-called modernization. Lin Ming interrupted Ghost Ji's description of the current world that he already knew (since the situation she described was basically nonsense, so she skipped it), "It's almost time, if we talk any more, those guys on the other side won't be able to wait, right?"

As he spoke, Lin Ming stepped into the teleportation array.

"Let's get started. ”

Onihime was originally a pawn given the task of 'Breaking the Queen', and the teleportation array they were using at the moment had to be activated from outside the formation by someone with a certain level of cultivation.

"True Ancestor, have a good trip. ”

Onihime stood outside the formation, and she took out another rune paper, only this time the rune paper was different from all the runes she had used before.

It is a pure black rune paper, on which the pattern of the ditch is traced in silver pen and ink.

Lin Ming knew that this was her natal talisman, and the mana that Ghost Ji usually stored was in it.

Electrical energy is required for the operation of electrical appliances, and more advanced energy is required for the operation of the conveyor array.

Ghost Hime slashed her fingertips, letting her blood drip onto the rune paper.

You don't need to 'read the note' to activate the natal talisman, all it needs is the blood of the owner of the talisman.

Her blood was sucked in as little as it touched the paper, as if she were holding a sponge instead of rune paper.

The rune paper that had sucked in the blood of its master floated up from Onihime's hand, and it floated into the teleportation array in front of Onihime.

"Sizzle~!"

The silver threads on the black rune paper began to glow, and threads of light continued to leak through the lines.

"Solution!"

When the rune paper floated to a certain position, Onihime let out a low cry at the right time, and at the same time pushed forward with a seal on her hands.

"Smack!"

The silver light on the rune paper that floated into the center of the formation flashed, and in an instant, it was so stabbing that people couldn't open their eyes.

After the silver light dissipated, there was no trace of Lin Ming's shadow in this formation.

He was teleported away, not even a corner of his clothes or a strand of hair remained.

Where will he be teleported?

……

On the other side of the ocean, a city that never sleeps.

During the day, it belongs to ordinary people, who work and live their busy lives, and at night, in the depths of this dark city, a group of people quietly initiates a rally.

"Jack, three days ago! The meeting place of our British branch was attacked by the church! We lost fifty of our brothers! I suspect someone in the organization betrayed us!"

On the long conference table, a young man sitting only three positions away from the chief said coldly, his voice slightly sharp.

"Hey, Jack, you're not the only one who suffers, and after losing fifty people, you came to the meeting and shouted, what should you do with me, the boss who has to collect the corpses of hundreds of his subordinates every month?!"

Sitting across from him, he was an old rival who always liked to raise the bar with him, and there was nothing new to say and do between the two, so Jack didn't bother to pay attention to him at the moment.

Jack just stared at the old man sitting in the chief seat, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

"Elder Fried, I feel the need to purge the entire organization, and we must identify who is credible and who should be eliminated!"

Jack's voice was still cold.

He is qualified and has the strength to compete with the elders, because the bloodline he belongs to in the clan is extremely pure, and even in terms of innateness, even among the current elders, there are few people who can be more noble than him.

"Lord Smith, watch your wording!Purge?!Who do you want to clean?!"

A burly man rose from his seat, his face skewed and at first glance resembling an isolated wolf.

"Bang dang! bang dang ......!"

With the movement of the big man, the sound of leaving his seat suddenly became a loud one, and almost thirty of the participants who were less than fifty at the long table stood up.

For a time, the venue was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The people who stood up were all burly men, they were werewolves, or 'latecomers' who stood on the side of the werewolf forces.

The Dark Council was originally an organization established by several vampire true ancestors to gather their own descendants, and it never achieved the role of protecting the entire population, but it didn't want to let the non-vampire clan occupy the majority of seats today.

No way, the number of werewolves grows too easily, and in terms of physical strength, it is difficult for a vampire alone to beat a werewolf.

Especially when the juniors in my heart are inferior products with thin blood.

What is a vampire who only feeds on blood and lives forever, but does not have the ability to awaken and ascend, not be inferior?

Could it be that such an inferior product can still deserve the name of 'Bloodline'?!

How could the real 'Bloodline' be nothing more than werewolves?!

"Humph!"

Maybe the average vampire would choose to admit when faced with so many werewolves standing up and provoking, but Jack won't.

A cold snort brought up a cold wind with ice crystals!

Jack quietly invoked his ability and smashed the werewolves in the face.

Suddenly, the guy who dared to stand and argue with him sat down for half of the night, and the remaining half of the night was just stubborn resistance.

"Why, can't you wait to get a knife?"

Jack said coldly to his old rival as he raised his right hand, which had been resting peacefully on the table.

In his hand he held a short knife made of ice crystals.

"Councilor Smith, please stop this mess, or I'll accuse you of intimidating me!"

In a head-to-head battle, a werewolf who has only gained a substantial increase in physical strength is by no means a real blood opponent, and even if all the werewolves present rush up, I am afraid that they will not be able to help Jack.

He'd seen the power of Jack when he burst out at full strength.

Jack's most terrifying achievement was to single-handedly take down the British Vatican Branch, known as the 'Holy Light Barrier'.

This also led the Pope to personally issue a warrant for his arrest.

Legend has it that if anyone can subdue Jack and bring him to the Pope, the Pope will immediately give him a tenth of the Church's possessions.

However, Jack Smith is still alive and well, and can even sometimes swagger through the noses of those who enforce the law.

"That's enough, Jack!"

The elder sitting on the chief finally spoke, and as his words fell, the raging wind and snow raging in this room came to an abrupt end.

"Sorry, I lost my temper. Standing up and making a standard aristocratic salute to the elders, Jack made a low gesture at the right time, after all, he was a man who had lived so many years, and he would still judge the situation.

Jack himself is NB, but he would never dare to argue with the current elder.

There was only one elder he couldn't afford to mess with.