The expressions of the two adjudicators changed, and only they understood the real reason why they were worshiped as gods by successive popes, as Dracula said, they were both blood clans, and they also belonged to a mutated blood clan, no matter which kind of blood they needed, they needed to suck blood, which was the main reason why the two of them often left the Holy See.

The mutant bloods are closer to humans on the surface, they don't have wings or fangs, and even the vast majority of bloods don't feel the aura of their kind, but there are two things in common, immortality and bloodsucking.

The faces of the two adjudicators were cloudy, and the secrets that had been buried for thousands of years were actually revealed in front of the same kind today, which means that the aura of the patron saint of the Holy See is all out of their reach, the blood clan, in the eyes of the Holy See, is a dark creature, it is a heresy, and using two dark creatures as a patron saint is tantamount to an insult, in the Chinese saying, this is a slap in the face, and after the beating, he stepped into the mud with his foot.

Dracula smiled indifferently and said, "I know you won't deny it, because you are a transitional type between the second and third generations of blood, how to smell the smell of the second generation of pure blood, you will come back." As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and between the sharp claws was a thumb-sized Mithril bottle, and it was the kind with the lid removed.

Call! The silver bottle swayed in the wind, ordinary people could not smell any scent, the bottle contained the second generation of pure blood, only two drops, but for the two adjudicators, it was full of endless temptation, if they were really blood clans, they could not resist the temptation of pure blood.

Cluck! Hughes's mouth full of steel teeth rattled, as if he was trying to endure something, his clenched fists began to tremble, although he was holding back not to move forward, but the pupils that slowly turned blood-red had revealed his true identity, only the Bloods and those with pink eye would have this symptom, and of course it was possible to see a lot of money.

"Second generation pureblood! With it, we can become a real second-generation blood clan, even if it's a third-generation one, what are you waiting for? We are a Bloodline, two Bloodlines who can use the Holy See's Artifact, and that cannot be changed until the day we die! Pronio's eyes had turned blood-red, and he didn't care about being a Guardian, instead he had always wanted to be a pure Bloodline.

The biggest sorrow of the mutant blood clan is that it is between two or three generations, they are not pure blood clans, more like human beings, but the real human society does not allow them to exist, if there is one word to describe it, it is 'edge', they have a special ability in the case of losing their wings and fangs, they can use the holy weapons of the Holy See, and play a lot of strange effects, the combat power is much stronger than the giant blood clans, the holy weapons are in hand, even the three generations of blood clans will not be their opponents.

Now with these two drops of second-generation pure blood, the two adjudicators can become real bloods, which is also something that they really yearn for in the depths of their souls, one buried in their hearts. Believe it or not, thousands of years have passed, and any lie can become the truth, and these two adjudicators are the bloodlines who know the truth in their hearts but have to deceive themselves with lies, and their lives are not easy.

Dracula held the silver bottle in his hand and shouted in his mouth: "My esteemed master, today the imp will accept two more servants for you, and if you have no objection, I will accept it!" This is to be said to his master, and he will surely hear it.