The Endless Shuttle

Once Xinke Nielbarian wants to produce real results, he will handle all aspects well, and there will be no omissions.

In this way, Kainas' death is almost a certainty.

In the southern part of the continent, all high-ranking species were expelled by the Nightmare Species, and the Dragon Essence Species killed a lot. Unless Arthuy abandons the principle and gets down from Abant Heim, Rope can't think of any accident that can prevent Caiinas' death.

It has become an icy cemetery where the **** of nature is buried.

"By the way, what kind of reward does Xinke want for completing such an outstanding task?"

"Please don't say that." Xinke Neilbarian said: "This is what I should do. If you hadn't instructed the Nightmare Seed to shelter us, maybe we, whose strength was damaged, had been seeded by the goblins. Wiped out."

"Are you sure you don't?"

Luo Pei smiled and looked at the young girl in the forest.

Xinke Nielbarian is not his fanatic, and unlike the Nightmare Species, there is still reason in the girl's mind.

After all, Xinke Nielbarian did not hold on in front of Rope, and whispered with a slight blush.

"I remember not long ago, Lord Rope said about the new power of Mori Jing..."

Ten years was really "not too long ago" for the longevity of Mori Jing.

Thinking of the bloodline of the Mori Spirit Seed Surgeon who suffered heavy losses because of Jibril's "Supreme", Luo Pei's smile slowly faded, and his expression became a bit toothache.

"Xin Ke..."

Rope hesitated rarely, and his index finger tapped the armrest of the throne.

"I did say this, and I have come to a conclusion so far, but the reason why I have not mentioned it to you for a long time is that I am not sure whether this method is suitable for Mori Jing's situation..."

"Please make it clear!"

Xin Ke said hurriedly.

joke!

She knows best what Mori Jingjin looks like now. Jibril's "Supreme Strike" caused a gap in the bloodline. Excluding the surgeon in the army, no newborn with the qualifications of the surgeon was born.

In this way, how dare she pick and choose, the God of Disaster could have a way to solve this problem in such a short period of time, and the girl was overjoyed.

"What kind of opinion does Mori Jingjing have about the confusion of its own bloodline?"

"Pardon your sins, Lord Rope, the Mori species cannot give birth to other races...No, there is no example of any different species giving birth to newborns in this world."

"What I mean is, if I infuse the Mori essence with blood containing power, but it will contaminate your original bloodline, will you reject it?"

"Does your statement affect the reproduction of the forest essence?"

"Will not."

"Then there is no problem!"

Xin Ke didn't hesitate for even a second, and the answer was surprisingly fast.

"The so-called concept of pure blood is just an add-on brought by the casting power. When the caster power of the race is weak, insisting on pure blood is simply stupid."

"...You are more swift than me."

Luo Pei shook his head helplessly.

"Then it's okay."

The dark-haired youth stretched out his hand.

Xin Ke suddenly felt a chill.

The top floor of the Star Clock Tower, this originally not very warm room, was instantly flooded with cold, humid, dark, and filthy negative feelings, just like to awaken the primitive fears of creatures.

Similar to the feeling of the dark blue deity of the **** of disaster...

Gradually, a statue appeared in Rope's hand in the sight of the young girl of the Mori class.

The appearance of the statue is indescribable. It's like someone chopped up octopus, bats and humans together. It is extremely evil. The seemingly soft hand holds a small bronze bowl, and then continues from the neck of the statue. It oozes an extremely transparent dark green liquid, but it seems to be dissatisfied forever.

——Special magic. The blessing of the deep sea.

"Master Rope, this is..."

"Don't ask anything."

Rope interrupted Xin Ke's question and moved the statue in his hand to the feet of the young girl of the Mori class.

"Some insiders don’t tell you that it’s for your own good. This is "thin blood", something that the nightmare species is also using. For the specific method of using that power, you can ask Mikolash or William. For "blood", I gave them a lot of knowledge. As for Lawrence... you don't have to ask, it has nothing to do with "blood". "

Xinke Nielbarian stared at the unknown statue for a long time.

"Master Rope, besides what you said, is this power...no other danger?"

It's nothing more than the girl will have doubts, the feeling of this statue is really too uncomfortable.

"Excessive use will cause mental abnormalities, and the amount of control is no problem. This is a perfect improvement I have made."

Rope shook his head.

"Of course, it's up to you to decide whether to use it or not. This is the safest power I can think of. Even if you don't use it, I will not abandon the depleted Mori seed."

It is impossible for him to directly throw the secret technique to Mori Jingse.

With this group of highly-developed species of magic civilization, when they get specific magic that can be used without the blood of the surgeon, they will surely embark on the road of crazy digging.

What is the fastest guy in the Cthulhu family to die?

——I have no self-control over knowledge.

"Thank you for your doubts."

Finally, Xin Ke hugged the statue.

As if immersed in the deep sea, the girl took a breath.

But that was all, there was nothing unusual.

What's more important than this is that Xinke Nielbarian felt it-the power that allowed the Mori Spirit to re-emerge and even transform.

The powerful capital of the race!

In this troubled world, nothing is more important than this.