Hearing the words of this old zombie, Song Ziyu couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

These guys finally can't help it.

This is a poor dagger.

These zombies are starting to wonder about their identity.

"Huh? What do you want my blood for?" Song Ziyu asked.

"Don't get me wrong, we don't mean it badly, it's just that your Excellency needs to be knighted next."

The old zombie explained.

"What does this have to do with my blood?" Song Ziyu asked.

The old zombie explained, "We need to determine the nobility of your bloodline in order to rate your knighthood. You should know that in our Holy Clan, only noble bloodlines deserve to have a high-ranking title."

Song Ziyu said thoughtfully, "How do you evaluate it?"

The old zombie said, "The method is very simple, we have a special witch wish, and the division is to grade the bloodline......

Immediately, the administrator of the High Templar said a lot of words that Song Ziyu didn't understand at all.

At this time, someone had already brought a small plate, and there was some unknown liquid similar to culture liquid in the plate, which looked like snot.

"Your Excellency, all you need to do is take a drop of blood and put it in the blood tray, and then you just have to wait for the result." The old zombie spoke.

This request is very reasonable, and Song Ziyu has no reason to refuse at all.

Song Ziyu thought for a while, then pulled out the knife he carried with him and cut a small wound on his hand.

To say that Song Ziyu's body is really hard, the knife almost can't help his fingers.

After a lot of effort, Song Ziyu finally squeezed out a drop of blood into the blood plate.

I don't know what stimulated me!

The viscous liquid in the blood disc produced a violent scream, as if a baby was crying.

The high-ranking member of the temple in charge of the sacrifice did not dare to slack off, and left with the blood plate.

The scene was a little weird for a while, and many people's expressions were very dull.

Although Song Ziyu also felt a little inexplicable, he still showed a light breeze.

Because of this strange turn of events, the banquet ended hastily.

Under the arrangement of the master of the temple, several zombie maids took Song Ziyu to a side hall to rest.

Meanwhile!

After leaving the banquet, the Templar Master walked non-stop towards an underground palace located on top of the snowy mountain!

It was the most secret forbidden place of the Holy Church, and ordinary people were not qualified to approach it at all.

The Templar Master quickly passed through the heavily defended forbidden passage, and then entered the dungeon in the heart of the snow-capped mountains.

The walls here are all carved with strange runes, and I don't know what they mean.

The light in the dungeon is not dim, because there is an everlasting lamp every few meters.

Without exception, these lanterns are all made of human body oil, which is large and sufficient, and there is a strange smell of flesh when illuminated.

The Templar Master walked through the empty corridors of the dungeon and arrived at a room containing several coffins, where the Templar Priest Elder Ying, who had left first.

"Have you awakened your first masters?" The Templar Master asked eagerly.

"It's awake, it's just ......," the sacrificial elder said again.

"Just what?"

The Templar Master asked.

"We didn't have enough blood to prepare, and the first adults are still weak."

Sacrifice to the elders.

"Bastard, what do you usually do?"

The Templar Master was a little angry.

"I'm going to grab some human blood now." The sacrificial elder immediately said.

"Forget it, it's too late! It must be judged when this guy's blood is at its most vigorous, so that we can know his true bloodline and true rank." As the Templar Master spoke, the claw of his left hand sliced through his right

The wrist of the hand.

Black blood gushed from the Templar Master's wrist.

See this scene!

The sacrificial elder's face actually showed an expression of envy.

That's right!

Drinking a small sip of the Templar Master's blood would greatly improve one's ability to break through the current rank.

This kind of temptation makes it impossible for the sacrificial elders not to think about greed.

But the sacrificial elders knew that they could not act rashly.

For the precious blood of the Templar can only be used for more important rituals.

In the dark palace.

Ignoring the wound on his arm dripping with black blood, the Templar Master walked quickly to a coffin.

There are several coffins to choose from!

But the Templar Master didn't hesitate to choose the one in front of him.

There is no other reason.

Just because this coffin is the direct source of the bloodline of the Holy Church's master.

Lift the corner of the coffin, revealing the coffin inside.

When the coffin was opened, a dried corpse dressed in luxurious costumes was revealed.

This dried corpse was so shriveled that there was not a single muscle in its body, like a chicken frame that a mouse had gnawed on, and a dog would not eat.

The Templar Master places his arm above the head of the Dried Corpse!

Black blood dripped down his arm and onto the dried corpse's closed lips!

One drop, two drops, three drops......

Boy!

With the dripping of black blood!

The dried corpse's lips moved.

The tremor of the lips was slight, but it was real.

Seeing this scene, the Templar Master couldn't help but be overjoyed, and his expression was even a little reverent!

"Ancestor, wake up quickly!" The Templar Master called softly.

It was as if I had heard the call of the Templar Master!

The dry corpse stretched out a folded tongue, licked the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly opened his cloudy eyes.

The Templar Lord rejoices!

The old ancestor finally woke up.

"Blood...... I want blood ......."

At the beginning of the awakening of the dry corpse, there was no other appeal than the desire for blood.

In order to satisfy the dried corpses, the Templar Master increased the rate of bloodletting.

More blood was infused, and the dried corpse's body trembled even more.

All of a sudden!

The dry corpse sat up suddenly, biting on the arm of the Tang Dynasty and sucking frantically.

Terror!

The gnawing among the zombies is so brutal and bloody.

Let the children be scared out of in the middle of the night.

Horror, horror.

In the entire hall, only the sound of zombies refusing and sucking remained.

This way of eating, even an elephant should be sucked dry.

God knows how the Templar Master could have so much blood!

Eventually, the dried corpse's eating slowed down.

With the process of eating, the guy who was originally a dry corpse became full in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the dry corpse has long since ceased to be terrifying, and has been replaced by the appearance of a beautiful man with a rich crown of jade.

His face is well-defined, like a sculpture.

A pair of deep eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, which seem to be able to penetrate the secrets of people's hearts.

His eyes are like an icy lake in the cold winter, clear and cold.

The bridge of his nose is high, giving people a cold and reserved beauty, like the top of a snow-capped mountain, cold and independent.

"What are you waking me up for?"

The man spoke, but his voice was hoarse like a bellows.

A long slumber causes the man's vocal cords to not recover in a short period of time.

"Father, wait a moment while I wake up the other primordial adults." The Templar Master spoke.

"Bastard!"

The man let out a violent roar, "Is there anything that the old man can't solve, and you need to take the initiative to wake up the other primordials? Don't you think we old guys don't have to pay every time we wake up? You're too childish."

The Templar Master was like a cowardly child in front of the first generation of zombies, and he didn't dare to disobey at all.

"That's right, Father......