In everyone's envious eyes, the drop of blood was injected into Otto's mouth.

Otto swallowed it in a moment, then his eyes suddenly glared, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt the tremendous power in that drop of blood!

That is a kind of power that can make your body excited!

He could clearly feel that the powerful force was rapidly integrating into his bloodline, causing him to undergo some transformation!

Mixing a drop of blood with divine power can of course make Otto transform.

Fang Lei is a god, but he is still a level five god. Not to mention a drop of blood, even a hair is a great tonic for blood warriors like Otto.

But others don’t understand, and others think that the drop of blood is the blood that contains the blood of Lord Earl!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, everyone was so scared that they retreated repeatedly.

Otto's fangs stretched out uncontrollably, and at the same time, a rich dark aura appeared out of thin air, constantly spinning around him.

In the dark power, something seemed to be brewing on Otto's back.

A moment later, amid the clamor, accompanied by Otto's large amount of blood, two holes were cracked behind him, and in that hole, a pair of pitch-black bat wings grew out of thin air.

Huhu...

With powerful wings flaming, Otto stumbled and slumped.

This scene made the other old men cry with envy!

Feeling the powerful power in his body, Otto looked excited and didn't care about how to retract his wings. He knelt on the ground again under his ragged clothes:

"I feel the kindness of Lord Earl, Otto will definitely not let you down again."

Dracula, who transformed from blood, nodded slightly: "I hope you can do what you say, Viscount Otto."

A viscount made Otto's face suddenly full of red light.

But it was obvious that Dracula no longer wanted to pay attention to him.

Dracula looked at the others, and in their expectant eyes, Dracula asked majesticly:

"I can also give the bloodline of the three blood clans. Who would you like to accept such bloodlines to serve my loyalty?"

The crowd was instantly boiling, and no one was willing to miss this opportunity.

Fortunately, they were all well-known nobles, and after a verbal confrontation, they quickly reached a consensus.

Then, two men and one woman, three old men walked out of the crowd and knelt on the ground: "Please give us the glory of new life."

Dracula nodded, "Then I will give you glory."

"I hope you can get extraordinary blood as soon as possible after you gain strength to revive me."

As he said that, Dracula opened his mouth and the blood pool also boiled.

In the void, three pairs of fangs condensed from bloodline potions appeared out of thin air and pierced deeply into the necks of the three old men.

As visible to the naked eye, the three old men twitched wildly.

Bloodline potions are not that easy to digest.

Fortunately, Fang Lei, the only true god, was secretly escorting. After a while, several people got up from the ground with pale faces.

Each of them stretched out their sharp fangs, and they all had the same gaze as they looked at things.

They are so hungry!

But they also knew that Dracula had to ensure the minimum etiquette, so they endured the hunger and fell to the ground again.

After first embracing three blood clans, Dracula's phantom had blurred, and there was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"Do not let me down as soon as possible."

"You should know how regret it would be if you miss the opportunity to start this era!"

Everyone present nodded secretly.

Being from a top aristocratic family, they naturally know what the resurrection of spiritual energy represents.

Especially as the only blood clan family, if they fight for it now, what status will they gain in the future!

Therefore, even if Dracula doesn't need to say anything, they will try their best to find a way to revive Dracula.

Because they knew very well that the height their bloodline could grow depends entirely on what height they could reach.

"Okay... I should fall asleep."

"By the way, Viscount can already have a first place."

After saying that, the ring fell into the blood pool as if it had lost all its magic.

The four blood tribes present all looked at the ring that fell into the blood pool with their eyes burning.

They knew that whoever mastered the ring would mean that whoever went further from Dracula.

And the ordinary people present looked at Otto.
Chapter completed!