In the chamber behind the Hall of the Lord of Blackbra Keep before a mirror shattered to the ground, Grand Justice Gloria made his last effort......

In the center of the chamber was a small altar studded with magic crystals, and a shattered mirror was enshrined on the altar.

In front of the altar, there stood Gloya, who was draped in blood-colored robes.

He was still tall and pale, and the years had left little mark on him, except for a slight change in his face......

Several black gold magic patterns converged on the slightly sickly left side of Gloria's face to form a complex rune, which was filled with majestic holy power, flickering with ghostly light from time to time.

Those who are enemies of Glya, or who know a little bit about his background, must be terrified if they see it...... Because, at this time, Glia has already used his full strength.

Glia was not alone in this secret room, and at his feet lay a young girl with a painful face, clutching her neck, constantly struggling.

The girl lay in a pool of blood, the blood was not hers, and there was no wound on her body.

After a brief period of silence, the blood seemed to have life, actively sticking to the girl's snow-white skin, flowing slowly until it covered ......

"Hopefully, she'll make it through......" Gloya muttered to himself, and then he withdrew his hand that hung above the girl's head.

On this wrist, a wound that looked like it had been cut by a sharp object was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your legacy is too strong, master. A bearded middle-aged man in knight's armor suddenly appeared next to Gloria, his eyes cold looking at the girl lying on the ground who had stopped convulsing.

"Your blood is destroying her body. ”

As soon as the words fell, with a loud bang, the girl disappeared into the secret room. And Glia has an extra crystal clear blood bead in her hand.

"We can't wait, the banquet will last until tomorrow evening, but your 'daughter' doesn't show up, what will they think?" the middle-aged knight sighed and continued: "Tomorrow I will have someone spread the news of your 'daughter' assassination, and then find a corpse to arrange a funeral. ”

"In that case, the bastards of the Holy See will let me go, Arkema, my loyal servant?" replied Gloya coldly.

It's hard to imagine that Gloria, the chief apologetic knight of the Shinshin Church, would say such a thing.

"Hosts, this is the best solution. Arkema stood in front of Glia and said in a deep voice: "Killing more people will not clear you of suspicion." Your grandfather was indeed very prescient, he joined the Holy See at the beginning of the Protestant Church, starting from a lowly knight cathar, and the family has indeed been integrated into the Holy See over the years, no matter how much the world changes, it will eventually fall into the hands of the Empire or the Holy See, but ......"

Arkema took a deep breath and continued: "But that doesn't mean that the family is completely safe, you are a blood heretic! You know all this and you still leave a lot of dried corpses on the battlefield in the east! Your grandfather and father killed themselves with the fragments of the cross in order to keep it a secret." But now, it's all ruined......"

"I know!" Glia remained calm, but the aura of power that emanated from him made Arkema take a step back quietly.

After all, there is a proverb in the Bloodline, and in the Mokawi clan, geniuses and madmen are neighbors to each other.

He didn't dare to guarantee that Gloya would remember that he was his servant when he was crazy.

"That's just because I didn't expect those barbarian madmen to send a group of sacrifices to the battlefield!" Golia couldn't help himself, his red eyes fixed on Arkema, who knew that this was a precursor to Geria's madness, and even he couldn't stop the mad Geria.

"Well, I know it's not your fault, you calm down first. Arkema took a few steps back, looked at Glia vigilantly, and waited until the latter's emotions were no longer raging before he continued to dissuade: "Having a descendant can certainly be used as perjury that you are not a blood clan, but have you ever thought that although the nobles have a tradition of concealing the identity of their descendants, what if the priests of the Holy See want to spy on your blood relationship with her under the pretext of blessing? You know how crazy those fanatical believers are!"

......

Glia didn't respond, but seeing the madness in his eyes, Arkema secretly cried out in her heart.

At this moment, the door of the secret room was quietly pushed open, and a little girl with a doll cat timidly poked her little head in, and when she saw Arkema, she whispered: "Dad, my sister broke my toy." ”

Arkema gave Golia an apologetic look, then walked up to her little daughter, crouched down, and asked gently, "My lovely little Annie, why are you here?"

"Sister took the cat's eyes off...... Anne said aggrievedly, and then reached out to the left eye of the doll cat, where the plush inside the doll cat could already be seen.

"So, what about the cat's eyes?"

"It's still with my sister. ”

"Okay, let's go find your sister later. ”

......

Seeing that Arkema was bent on coaxing her little daughter, Geria sighed, of course he knew that Arkema's proposal was the right one.

However, he did not want to give the Holy See any leverage, even for the sake of racial continuity.

After all, in five years, he will be able to start his own plans......

None of the three people in the chamber noticed that there was a sudden fluctuation around the broken mirror on the altar, and in an instant, the surface of the mirror lit up slightly.

An invisible coercion suddenly appeared, and both Glia and Arkema's consciousness were in a trance for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Geria subconsciously looked down at his left hand, and the drop of blood that had condensed the power of his inheritance disappeared!

"No!"

Arkema's mournful wail sounded in his ears, and Gloya slowly raised her head.

Arkema held Anne's collapsed body with unconcealed anger and despair on her face.

Gloya shifted her gaze to Anne, only to see Anne's ruddy little face fade with blood, and her eyes looked at her blankly.

Under Glia's gaze, her pupils gradually turned red, her long hair gradually turned silvery, and at the same time, her aura changed.

This breath is familiar, the same kind ...... Kin!

Gloya made no secret of her surprise, the energy contained in that drop of blood alone was enough to easily destroy an epic hero!

The more powerful an being, the harder it is to reproduce, this is the axiom of this world.

And the Bloodline is no exception, and the success rate of the initial embrace is extremely low. High-level bloodlines often only select some humans who are three levels lower than themselves for initial embrace and inheritance.

And the abilities and levels of promotion that these human beings have gained after being first embraced are also amazing.

As for ordinary people, we can only pray that those insignificant probabilities can start to work......

Before Anne, hundreds of maidens had "disappeared" from this chamber (the ancestors of the Morkawi clan were females, which made women more compatible with the Morkawi bloodline, but like humans, male Morkawi tends to be more combative).

And all this is to cover up his identity - if an ordinary person is successfully embraced by blood, he is only a mid-level warrior or mage......

These processes only happened for a moment, and Gloya also had a feeling of dreaming, and the joy in his heart was hard to suppress, if it weren't for the fear of disturbing Anne to absorb the power of his inheritance.

"Welcome to the world, my daughter, Akasha......"

Gloya muttered under his breath...... However, he suddenly realized that something was not quite right in the room......

He jerked around and found that the Mokkawi artifact enshrined on the altar, the Magic Mirror, had disappeared!