Who taught him to restore the country like this?

[Bloodline Genesis Paper: 50]

He unfolded the white paper and spread it on the table: "Drop your blood on it."

Beatrice stretched out her right hand, magic power surged, and a tiny wind blade cut a small cut in her palm.

The blood dripped onto the white paper and immediately spread evenly around, like a drop of ink falling into water.

As the blood spread, three colors appeared on the white paper: black, purple, and gray.

"Okay."

Seeing that the blood showed no signs of spreading further, Ron took Beatrice's hand away.

"These three colors represent the three bloodlines within you. The largest gray represents the dominant enslaved royal bloodline, while the least noticeable black represents the bloodline of the commoners. Excluding these two, the remaining purple is your original royal bloodline."

Ron said, taking out another bottle of red potion: "This is a transformation potion I made based on the slavery potion. As long as the volunteer drinks this transformation potion, his royal blood can be transformed into any royal blood."

As he was about to demonstrate it again, he looked at the volunteer who was shouting and cursing with a hoarse voice.

"What are you going to do?"

The volunteer saw Ron coming around behind him and struggled hard: "Don't mess around, I haven't agreed to you yet... mmm..."

Before he could say anything, his mouth was pinched by a strong hand, and then a stream of cold liquid melted in his throat and merged into his body.

I couldn't vomit even if I wanted to.

Vasily flew into a rage, his chair dragging along the ground with a harsh sound. "Ron Rhinet, you lunatic! This is an atrocity that violates the ethics of bloodline. Using potions to distort the royal blood is blasphemy. You will definitely be punished by God!"

Veins popped in his neck and he glared at Ron.

Ron ignored her and fed the volunteer the transformation potion. Then he said to Beatrice, "The transformation potion's effects will only last for three days. After that, this rare royal blood will no longer be produced in his body. Over the next three days, I want you to collect as much blood as possible while ensuring the volunteer survives."

Beatrice nodded.

Beside them, the volunteers' shouting and cursing became even louder.

But as the effects of the transformation agent dissipated, the volunteers' body movements and sounds gradually became smaller, and eventually stopped moving.

Ron stepped forward, cut the volunteer's arm, filled a bottle of blood, then cut off the purple part of the bloodline pattern paper and suspended it in the blood.

The moment the blood came into contact with the bloodline map paper, a large number of bubbles emerged from the blood in the bottle, like boiling water.

The blood in the bottle decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its color gradually became similar to that of the transformation potion.

After about a minute, only one-fifth of the blood remained.

A conversion rate of five to one is pretty good.

"Absorb it."

Ron took out the bloodline map paper and handed the transformed royal blood to Beatrice.

Beatrice took the Transmuted Royal Blood. The glass bottle was still warm, and a blood-colored mist wafted from the mouth of the bottle. Just as she was wondering how to absorb it, she saw the blood-colored mist drifting towards her neck as if sucked away by an exhaust fan.

The shackles of slavery are actually actively seeking to make up for it.

Beatrice was slightly stunned, then she understood what to do.

Place the transformed royal blood close to your neck, and the magic will draw the royal blood into the slavery shackles.

Like a refreshing rain after a long drought, the slavery shackles absorbed the royal blood crazily, and soon, the transformed royal blood was completely absorbed.

"Any changes?" Ron asked after observing for a moment.

Beatrice carefully felt the changes in her body, then shook her head.

"Don't be impatient. Take your time. His royal blood is enough to repair the flaws in the slave shackles."

Ron picked up his coat and put it on. "You stay here for the next three days and don't come back. I'll have someone bring you food and bedding for rest, as well as blood potions and containers for holding blood."

He takes this matter very seriously.

After all, the transformation potion is exchanged for 3,000 reputation points. Whether a powerful war slave organization can be formed depends on how much universal king blood can be collected in these three days.

War slaves have high growth talents and are definitely worth investing in.

Why didn’t you invest before?

First, there is no reputation value, and second, there are no royal volunteers.

As for becoming a volunteer myself, that is impossible.

Because after taking the transformation potion, bloodletting is no longer simple bloodletting, it will shorten your lifespan.

The Almighty King's Blood is formed by the fusion of blood and the essence of life. It is not worth it to shorten your own life in order to invest in war slaves.

Fortunately, Celia, who had never done anything good before, finally did a good thing this time and brought him volunteers from Diam.

Although he did not have a strong desire to avenge the late king and the eldest prince, since his enemies had come to him on their own initiative, he certainly could not be polite.

However, in order to prevent the plan of using the Almighty King's Blood from being interfered with by external factors, this matter must be kept secret.

It is most appropriate to do it in a dungeon.

For at least three days, no one would know what Vasily had experienced in the dungeon.

Vasily will also lose his memory of this period as his life force is lost in large quantities in a short period of time.

After explaining everything, Ron left the dungeon.

Go to Wim's house and race against time to learn the fifth-level martial arts.

……

Time passes slowly.

In a blink of an eye, it was the afternoon of the second day that Ron and Doug had agreed to meet.

After a night of investigation, the Doug brothers still made no progress.

They could only feel deep regret for the unsolved mystery that was about to be destroyed.

Unlike the last time when you were destroying things secretly, you need to increase your level and save invincibility time to enter the Divine Purification Formation and destroy the magic stone.

This time, the destruction of the Magic Stone was legal, which was much easier, almost effortless, because it didn't require entering the Divine Purification Formation to destroy the Magic Stone.

Ron summoned all of Castle's bow guards.

After removing the obstacles around the Divine Purification Array, he first captured the Shadow Demon lurking in Komoni and threw it at the Magic Stone in the Divine Purification Array, activating the Magic Stone's automatic defense.

Then, when the magic stone automatically activated its defense buffer, he ordered the arrows to be shot.

With just one command, a dense rain of arrows devoured the magic stone.

Under the attack of thousands of arrows, even though the magic stone had grown to one meter high, it could not hold out for long.

Bang!

The magic stone that reached the critical point exploded in the air and turned into tiny specks of light that dispersed.

After destroying Komoni's divine purification array, Ron did not stop, but went straight to the Vilan Fortress and destroyed the magic stone in the same way.

After resolving the hidden danger, he could then stop Cassel's advancement.

After all, according to the enthusiasm of the Cassel soldiers, even if most of the advancement routes were blocked, they could still advance to the City of Dawn within the remaining half month.

This is absolutely not possible.

then……

That night, Lawrence, who had returned from the newly advanced fortress, found Ron with an anxious look on his face.

I have been very busy these past two days. I will see if I can make up for the updates I missed these two days tomorrow. Thank you brothers for your constant company and monthly ticket support!

Chapter 66 Repair

In the backyard.

Ron was practicing martial arts.

"Your Majesty Ron, something terrible has happened." Lawrence walked in hurriedly.

"Lawrence."

Ron sheathed his knife, releasing the force, and turned to look at Lawrence as he approached. "What's got you in such a hurry?"

"Your Majesty Ron, our team advancing towards Xingge Fortress suddenly lost contact not long ago." Lawrence said anxiously.

Ron's expression turned serious when he heard this.

"Has anyone been sent to check on the situation?" he asked.

"After I discovered this situation, I immediately sent people to check it out, but I don't know what went wrong at the border of Vilan Fortress. Several groups of people I sent would fall into an eternal illusion when they approached the border." Lawrence replied.

He initially thought that there were disloyal people among the people he sent, which was why they were attacked by the Eternal Illusion.

However, after changing several groups of people, including himself testing them, he was sure that the problem was not with them.

Seeing Ron's expression becoming more and more serious, Lawrence's heart began to hang in the air.

"Your Majesty Ron, is there something wrong?" he asked anxiously.

piece of cake.

I gave up the territory of Xingge Fortress. If the Cassel soldiers attacked the demons inside, it would meet the conditions for the counterattack of the great demon Lilith, and naturally they could not enter.

Ron answered Lawrence's question in his mind.

On the surface, he pondered for a moment and said, "Take me over to have a look."

There is no rush to draw conclusions on this matter.

……

In front of the border of Vilan Fortress.

Ron dismounted, took slow steps, and moved forward cautiously.

Behind him, Lawrence and the soldiers looked at him hopefully, hoping that this wise and powerful Majesty could solve the problems that were troubling them.

At this moment, Ron, who had walked forward more than 20 meters, suddenly stopped.

Lawrence's expression brightened.

Has His Majesty Ron discovered the problem?