On this day, the hunter registration office was particularly lively, and a group of uniformed teams attracted everyone's attention.

Most of them wore black cloaks, and a captain-like figure came to the registry to exchange things.

They all had a six-pointed star on their bodies, and soon the people of District 7 got the name of the team.

Sharp Blade - this mysterious team was exposed to everyone at once.

It is said to be a special human being that the Church has been creating or training since more than 20 years ago.

They have eyesight, hearing, explosiveness, and so on that of the Blood, and most of them are unusually handsome, although most of them have two pointed tiger teeth.

As their name suggests, it didn't take long for the low-level bloodlines in the Seven Regions to be cleared of the human race.

"Lord Fanzhuo, how is this good? Randy is so despicable and shameless, this batch of half-bloods must be just the beginning. ”

Pace spoke indignantly, for many of his descendants had recently fallen into the hands of the Blade, mercilessly gouging out their hearts and fangs.

The sharp blade seemed to be like a sharp bayonet, stabbing the bloods head-on.

In the past wars with humans, most of the blood clans did not have the psychology of helplessness.

And this time, what the church has done has clearly touched their bottom line.

That's right, the members of Sharp Blade are almost all half-bloods.

The way in which the Bloods develop their offspring is very strict, and if it weren't for the first embrace, almost all of the Bloods would turn food into a corpse, let alone a frail pregnant woman.

In addition, even if the surviving pregnant woman can continue to give birth, the chance of the fetus surviving is only about 1 in 4.

As a result, the hybrids of nearly fifty people were now stretched to the extreme of the lower last bloods.

The most disgusting thing is that if such a team is to be built, in addition to a long enough time, there will be almost two or three hundred blood-stained human lives.

After hearing this, Fan Zhuo hooked the corners of his mouth sarcastically, could it be that they really thought that the church must be disciplined?

"And what do you mean?"

He didn't beat around the bush and asked back, which made Pace choke.

"I also hope that Lord Fanzhuo can take action to extinguish the arrogance of the church."

Pace looked sincere and saluted to Fanzhuo.

"Tsk, it's just a few half-bloods, and if I make a move, I'll bully people so much."

Fan Zhuo didn't say yes immediately, he pressed his temples and said to Pace in front of him.

"However, if the adults don't make a move, the descendants of the blood clan will all fall!"

Pace persuaded earnestly.

"If it falls, it will fall, what do you do with me?"

With a look of disdain, Fan Zhuo touched a rabbit wood carving on the table with his hand, ignoring Pace at all.

Pace was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Duke Ryan.

"Come on, it's all said and don't care, you can go quickly, don't get in the way of me."

Ryan was very unceremoniously chased.

Pace walked out of the door of Prince Fanzhuo's house, still with resentment in his heart.

He suddenly thought of the missing Prince Lambert, who still had five dukes under his command, and he would definitely be sensible.

Pace obviously had Duke Catherine in mind, and although she had always kept a low profile and never showed her bat form in front of others, she was one of the few Duchesses who would definitely stand up for the future of the Bloodline.

At the thought of this, Pace turned into a bat and flew towards Lambert's territory.

"Fanzhuo, you really don't want to care about them?"

Ryan crossed his legs, one hand pinching his ear with his little thumb, very lazy.

"Isn't it just a few last generation blood clans, just in time to clean it up."

Fan Zhuo didn't raise his head, squinted his eyes and replied to him.