Extracting blood vessels is not just about drawing blood, but requires the provider of blood vessels to condense the blood vessel magic in the body into his fingers and then be extracted. This kind of extraction only requires a little blood each time, but if it is extracted many times and damages the origin of the bloodline, it is very likely that the cultivation level will stop and it will be difficult to obtain enough power to advance in the future.
When Emma’s family entered the house where blood was collected, they saw two doors connected to the hall. On the left was the blood warrior who had been collected and the right was the ordinary people who lined up to receive blood.
The mage led them into the left and saw many blood warriors from other families coming out of it. Most of them were pale and described as tired, as if they had not slept for several days and nights.
“Their breath is not right, and their bloodline is pulled away, so weak.” said the patriarch.
“It’s to save more people, right?” Emma said.
They were taken into an empty room with many tables on them, with blood-collecting steel needles and blood-filled pottery or glassware, all bought from the Chinese.
After the middle-aged mage left, the Avurto family met with the Mage Rodman who was in charge of the project.
Rodman’s eyes were covered with blood, his beard was unshaven, his expression was anxious and impatient, and he looked a bit vicious.
He asked these people to line up and called in ten mage apprentices with bottles and jars. Rodman glanced at the people of the Avurto family and said, “Listen! Your Majesty needs your bloodline, and the Empire needs your bloodline. Each of you must hand over a sufficient amount of bloodline essence, one person at mid-level, one person at low level, and ten people below low level. Only by doing this can you leave this house to eat and rest. There are fifteen people in total, three intermediate level, five low level, and seven apprentices? That is 320 copies a day, and one less is not enough.”
“Sir, how much is the essence of bloodline?” asked the patriarch.
“You go and pick a copy for him.” Rodman said, pointing to a mage apprentice.
“Please concentrate your bloodline power in your hands.” The mage apprentice came to the patriarch’s head, cut the patriarch’s index finger with a knife, and then began to collect drops of blood flowing down. This blood is indeed very different from ordinary blood. There is a golden light flowing in the blood, which is the positive energy magic of the sun bird.
About a hundred drops were dripped, and the mage apprentice performed a small healing technique to seal the wound on the clan leader’s hand. Rodman took it over and looked at it, “Good quality, this can be added with medium blood potion for those officers.”
The patriarch was a little anxious: “Sir! If I take out fifty copies of such bloodline essence, the bloodline magic in my body would be reduced by half. Not to mention those realms, not to mention those states.Like mine, some people even take off all the blood magic power of their bodies and cannot meet the requirements you mentioned. Yes, if you draw like this, people will be ruined. “
Rodman obviously heard such words too much, and the patriarch’s words of pleading could not even change his expression. He said coldly: “Your blood is to save someone’s life. What you people are thinking about is their own family and heritage. Why don’t you think that if the plague breaks out, the cornerstone of the entire empire will be shaken? Your Majesty’s legion has fallen. Who will guard our country and deal with the Chinese attack? Just by you guys?