According to the notes in Gatsby's decipherment, if the fusion done on the Bloodline Altar can be perfected, then the fused person will be able to gain the racial talents that the stump creature had during his lifetime.

Slightly worse fusions can give the recipient a bloodline sigil and several opportunities to use the stump creature race talent.

But now that he has opened his mouth to explain, Gatsby, as a fanatical scholar, no longer conceals these relevant data and test conclusions, and tells them as clearly as if he is showing off.

In hundreds of years, Gatsby has completed a total of more than 600 bloodline fusions on this bloodline altar, excluding more than 100 failures caused by the wrong use of the bloodline altar in the early days, in the case of Gatsby using the stumps of other creatures as fusions, although his success rate is not high and he has not been able to produce perfect fusion results, but when he succeeds, he can really make the recipient of the fusion have a bloodline mark, and the failure will at most cause the fused person to be weak for a short time, and will not leave serious sequelae.

This kind of bloodline mark that appears on the merger's body is generally only a sign that appears when a wizard with a racial talent strips this racial talent and gives it to other creatures, and it is also the only special case that allows a low-level wizard to cast spells that surpass his strength.

That is to say, if a wizard who has reached the dawn level strips off his racial talent and gives it to a wizard apprentice, then after the wizard apprentice activates the bloodline mark, he can cast the talent spell that this dawn level wizard can release, and its strength is also the water layer of the dawn level wizard!

However, it is basically not feasible to have a sorcerer with racial talent stripped of his talent spell, because stripping off the talent spell is equivalent to extracting this part of the talent spell memory from the wizard's soul. The level of cruelty and pain is beyond imagination, and it does not mean that it is easy to strip the talent spell from oneself if you have a racial talent, and it is even more difficult than the wizard's promotion.

Therefore, although it is said that ancient wizards once created a secret method that could forcibly strip the innate abilities possessed by shamans with racial talents, this secret method has always existed only in legends, and there are no successful cases or materials that can be corroborated, so until now it has been regarded as a kind of legend, and no one will believe it.

But the more he talked, the more excited Gatsby became, his face flushed, as if he was stunned, and became a little incoherent. Every time the star demon's severed arm came close to Raymond's silvery-white light, he couldn't help but dance with excitement.

But Raymond, who was standing next to him, felt more and more ridiculous the more he listened.

There are not a single number of successful cases of perfect fusion, and the only examples of successful fusion that Gatsby has are just giving a certain characteristic of one kind of Warcraft to another low-level Warcraft. Therefore, in Raymond's understanding, this fusion is only similar to the grafting of plants, and it is impossible to verify the effectiveness of the bloodline altar in front of him!

So at the end of the day, only Gatsby was left to praise his research results. And Raymond, who was full of black lines, was extremely helpless.

Thankfully, Gatsby eventually spotted Raymond's silence. And as if he had guessed what he was trying to say, he immediately grabbed Raymond in a rage and rushed out of the room, turning left and right in the passage of his test area, and finally led him to a place that looked like a feedlot.

Magic lizards, tarantulas, snow wolves, man-eating flowers, thunder bamboos......

These demonic beasts and demonic plants with racial talents were immediately silenced after Gatsby's arrival. Those who could move curled up and hid in the corners of the cages, and those demonic plants trembled with their branches and retracted their leaves, looking like they were going to die of fear.

Gatsby, who looked blue as if he had been insulted, grabbed Raymond by the neck and walked around all the cages. Eventually, a raging roar erupted. "Now I see how you question the old man! All the creatures here have been successfully fused on that bloodline altar, and each of them has a bloodline imprint that the original species does not have!"

But when he rushed out of the bloodline altar room, the enraged Gatsby had already spread his coercion field, so Raymond, who was grabbed by his neck, not only couldn't speak, but even his breathing became extremely difficult.

Seeing Raymond's face turn blue, Gatsby, who had just reacted, immediately retracted his breath, snorted before throwing Raymond down, and casually pulled out a fist-sized tarantula from the cage next to him, and turned its belly up and sent it to Raymond's eyes.

Raymond was no stranger to tarantulas that existed in multiple planes, although he had never seen tarantulas in the Nightmare World realm, but the abdomen of the one in front of him was obviously different from what he remembered.

After retrieving the tarantula vision from the chip record, Raymond immediately noticed an anomaly in the tarantula's abdomen.

The abdomen of an ordinary tarantula is snow-white without any patterns, but the abdomen of the one in front of you is cyan, and there are four yellow markings that seem to be naturally formed.

Raising his head suspiciously, Gatsby snorted coldly before Raymond could ask Gatsby, and after throwing the tarantula back into the cage, he pointed to the cage with contempt and shouted viciously. "How to make tarantulas fear and attack, you should know!"

Seeing that Gatsby was on the verge of exploding, Raymond, who didn't want to provoke him, immediately nodded, followed by a wisp of flame that appeared from the tip of his finger, and slowly entered the tarantula's cage, shaking around it to threaten.

The fire-phobic tarantula immediately hissed, quickly retreated to the corner of the cage, and waved its two forelimbs in a threatening motion, but the slowly approaching flames quickly made it lose control.

The silk that shot out of the tail melted in the flames, and the pitch-black venom spit out of the mouthparts turned into mist and rose in the flames.

But the flames that were still slowly approaching made the tarantula's hissing sound become rapid, and then a white light flashed in the mouthparts of the tarantula, followed by a thunderbolt that hit the flame, although it still failed to make the flames disappear, but the extremely surprised Raymond had already interrupted the control of the flames, making the magic flame disappear immediately.

Gatsby, who was standing on the sidelines and witnessing everything, was proud of Harry, and he laughed, and grabbed the tarantula hiding in the corner of the cage behind him, flipped it over, and caused his abdomen to leak out in front of Raymond again.

It didn't take Gatsby's explanation for Raymond to see the change, one yellow markings on his original blue belly were missing, and the other three were also darkened.

"See, this tarantula fuses the bloodline of a thunder beast, so it can cast the thunder beast's talent thunder light, just now this bloodline mark is still four, but after casting it once, there is one less markings on its abdomen!"

The tarantula that was placed in front of Raymond was dying, but after Raymond took it in his hand and checked it, he found that it only consumed a lot of physical strength, and the thunder light that surpassed its own strength just now did not cause its physical abnormality.

"Gatsby, you use a thunder beast with the strength of a third-level wizard apprentice as a fusion, and let this tarantula that is not even a magical beast fuse?" "Could it be that the strength of the fused person must be lower than the strength of the person who has been stripped of his talent, so that the bloodline mark can appear?"

Gatsby, who laughed again, carefully put the tarantula in Raymond's hand back into the cage first, and then roared triumphantly. "Boy, it seems that you have understood the role that the Bloodline Altar can play, so now you can honestly cooperate with the old man to use the Bloodline Altar to fuse the Star Demon Severed Arm for you!"

"No hurry! I still need to think about it......

But before Raymond finished speaking, Gatsby, who was already furious, reached out and grabbed Raymond's collar, turned around and rushed outside and roared angrily. "There's so much trouble there, come with me and prepare!" (To be continued......)