620: Chapter 619: The thod to Control the Blood Race 620: Chapter 619: The thod to Control the Blood Race “Pierce, what happened?” Yusuf Zuck felt sothing different, as if the Blood Beads were connected to Pierce’s soul.
“Respected master, Pierce has received your blood and has ascended to the rank of a prince, even surpassing a prince to an unknown level of power.
Pierce’s soul has fused with the master’s.” Pierce still kissed Yusuf Zuck’s shoe, as if he had truly beco his own servant.
“Soul Fusion?” Yusuf Zuck narrowed his eyes, “What does that an?”
“Pierce doesn’t know, but Pierce’s soul only has the image of the master, willing to give everything for the master, including life.”
“Wait a minute, just wait a minute.” Yusuf Zuck interrupted him; he had to figure out what was happening.
He paced in a circle twice, then suddenly delved into the depths of Pierce’s mind with telekinesis.
“Huh~” In an instant, Yusuf Zuck saw a purple droplet swirling ceaselessly within Pierce’s soul.
Indeed, it was his own purple droplet, but it seed mutated, not only larger but also spinning, breathing, and pulsating within Pierce’s soul.
“What’s happening?” Yusuf Zuck looked at Pierce, whose self-awareness had been lost, his eyes blank!
“Hmm, should I take it back?” With a flick of his finger, Yusuf Zuck concentrated his thought, and the purple droplet deep within Pierce began to surge as if trying to force its way out of his soul.
“Ahh, no, master…” The bewildered Pierce finally scread, blood flowing from all his orifices, his body spraying blood, shrinking, his life force fading away!
“Shit, stop!” Yusuf Zuck imdiately withdrew his thought.
Pierce fell to the ground with heavy breaths, looking pleadingly at Yusuf Zuck.
“I can control your life and death?
If my purple droplet is stripped from your body, your soul will wither, and your life will cease?” Yusuf Zuck exclaid in shock.
“It is so, master.” Pierce gasped for air.
“And my purple droplet can promote you from a viscount directly to a prince or even a level above prince?”
“What is above a prince?” Yusuf Zuck pressed.
After thinking for a mont, Pierce said, “Long, long ago, the legend was that above the prince was an elder, and above the elder was a lord.
But this is just legend because for many years, as history records, as far as the Blood Race tradition goes, the strongest were only the princes.
So if I am now stronger than a prince, then I must be an elder or a lord – this is a legendary level.
And now, my blood has turned golden, a most supre existence!”
“Master, it is you.
You are Cain, the most revered master of the Blood Race.
Pierce wishes to loyally follow you for life!”
“Cut the crap, just keep searching for young Roswell, and then kill him.
I want to see his head,” Yusuf Zuck waved his hand impatiently, but inside he was overjoyed.
For if his purple droplet could indeed empower the Blood Race and turn the Blood Races into slaves, then… then… Wouldn’t powerful allies and endless wealth all be his?
Yusuf Zuck’s heart raced uncontrollably.
This was possible.
With the Blood Race as his pillar, Earth would truly be his.
“Yes, kill young Roswell.
Don’t touch the others,” Yusuf Zuck commanded coldly.
“As you wish, honourable master.” Pierce got up respectfully, took three deep breaths, and his body returned to normal, his self-healing ability had grown even stronger.
“Master, will you wait for here, or shall I et you back at the bar?”
“I’ll wait here for you.
If young Roswell isn’t in this city, then co back, and we’ll strike at the Ross Clan’s stronghold!”
“Yes, my esteed master, Peer loves this,” Peer revealed an aura of bloodlust and excitent.
He was exiled, and now he found himself surpassing even a prince of his kind.
When he returned to his clan, he was poised to sweep everything before him, and he could beco the Clan Leader!
Of course, this was all conditional on Yusuf Zuck allowing him to do so.
If he wasn’t allowed, then he couldn’t sit in that position.
He didn’t know how Yusuf Zuck had done it, why he helped him rise to such fearso strength, and yet, he bore no ill will towards him.
He could even feel that his life was under his control.
It was a marvelous yet contradictory sensation.
Peer transford into a giant golden bat and flew out, vanishing above the city in the blink of an eye.
Yusuf Zuck stood quietly at the window, waiting.
Around half an hour later, Peer ca back, holding a woman in his hand.
This woman was from the Blood Races, with a pure bloodline at that.
She trembled like a frightened chick, seemingly unable to even stand in Peer’s presence.
“Master, this woman is Roswell Ross’s moll.
According to her, the young Bryson isn’t in the United States but in France,” Peer threw the woman at Yusuf Zuck’s feet.
The woman was inherently enchanting, possibly due to her lineage: fair, delicate, and of incomparable beauty and nobility.
“So, the young Bryson has a mistress eh?
She’s from the Blood Race, right?” Yusuf Zuck walked around the woman, saying.
“She is the daughter of his aunt, known in our clan as a second-generation blood relative, ranking third in our bloodline hierarchy!”
“Kill her!” Yusuf Zuck suddenly said coldly.
“No, please…
don’t, Lord Peer,” the woman scread, but as if she had not an iota of strength, couldn’t even rise to her feet!
With a sinister smile, Peer grabbed the woman with one hand, and his two canines quickly grew into tusks, longer than fingers, piercing deeply into the arteries of the woman’s neck.
“Zzzt— ” With only a deep inhalation, the woman’s body rapidly withered, and in just a handful of breaths, she turned into a mummified corpse, much like one that had been desiccated for many years.
“Perish, Satan calls to you!” With a gentle squeeze from Peer, the woman imdiately turned into a pile of black ash!
“Huh—” After witnessing the whole scene, Yusuf Zuck couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath.
The Blood Race’s thod of killing was truly malicious, leaving not even a corpse behind.
“Co, take to Bryson Ross.
But from now on, you’re with .
Go to China with , how about that?”
“This is the greatest honor for Peer!” Peer replied respectfully.
“Haha, co on then, you lead the way, I’ll stand on you as we fly!” Yusuf Zuck pointed towards the window.
“Yes.” Without hesitation, Peer shook and once again turned into a giant golden bat, while Yusuf Zuck stepped lightly onto Peer’s back.
The two rapidly flew across the city, heading for the outskirts.
On the outskirts was an imnse ancient castle built at the end of the 17th century.
This place was the stronghold of the formidable Ross Clan, also filled with formidable individuals!
Yusuf Zuck arrived, gliding above the castle on the golden bat!
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