Who taught him to restore his country like this?

He unfolded a sheet of white paper and laid it on the table: "Drip your blood onto it."

Beatrice stretched out her right hand, magic surged, and a tiny wind blade sliced ​​a small gash in her palm.

The blood dripped onto the white paper and immediately spread out evenly in all directions, just 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 bleeding had stopped spreading, Ron removed Beatrice's hand.

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

As Ron spoke, he took out another bottle of red potion: "This is a transformation potion that I concocted based on the enslavement 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, he glanced at the volunteer beside him, whose voice was hoarse from shouting.

What are you going to do?

When Ron circled behind her, the volunteer struggled fiercely, saying, "Don't do anything rash, I haven't agreed to your relationship yet... mmm..."

Before he could speak, his mouth was pinched shut by a strong hand, and then a cold liquid melted in his throat and entered his body.

I felt nauseous but couldn't vomit.

Vasily flew into a rage, dragging his chair across the floor with a screeching sound: "Ron Rhine, you madman! This is an act of violence that violates the ethics of bloodlines! Using a potion to distort the royal blood is blasphemy! You will be punished by the gods!"

His neck veins bulged as he glared angrily at Ron.

Ron ignored her and, after feeding the volunteer the conversion potion, said to Beatrice, "The effects of the conversion potion will only last for three days. After three days, this rare royal blood will no longer be produced in his body. In the next three days, I need you to collect as much blood as possible while ensuring the volunteer doesn't die."

Beatrice nodded.

The volunteers nearby shouted even louder.

However, as the effects of the conversion drug dissipated, the volunteers' limb movements and voices gradually diminished, and they eventually became completely still.

Ron then stepped forward, cut open the volunteer's arm, collected a bottle of blood, and then cut off the purple part of the blood venography paper, suspending it in the blood.

The moment the blood touched the bloodline spectroscopy paper, a large number of bubbles rose from the blood in the bottle, like boiling water.

The blood in the bottle decreased at a visible rate, and its color gradually became similar to that of the conversion potion.

About a minute later, only one-fifth of the blood had calmed down.

A conversion rate of 5 to 1 is acceptable.

“Absorb it.”

Ron took out the Bloodline Genealogy Paper and handed the transformed royal blood to Beatrice.

Beatrice took the Transformation King's blood; the glass bottle was still warm, and wisps of crimson mist rose from its opening. Just as she was wondering how to absorb it, the crimson mist seemed to be sucked up by a fan, drifting straight towards her neck.

The shackles of enslavement are actually trying to mend themselves.

Beatrice was slightly taken aback, but then she understood what to do.

He pressed the transformed royal blood close to his neck, and the magic drew the royal blood into the enslavement shackles.

Like rain after a long drought, the enslavement shackles frantically absorbed the king's blood, and soon the transformed king's blood was completely absorbed.

"Has anything changed?" Ron asked after observing for a moment.

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

"No rush, take your time. His royal blood is enough to mend the flaws in the shackles of enslavement."

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

He took this matter very seriously.

After all, the conversion potion was exchanged for 3,000 reputation points. Whether or not a powerful war slave organization can be formed depends on how much universal royal blood can be collected in these three days.

The War Slaves have high potential for growth and are definitely worth investing in.

Why didn't you invest before?

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

As for becoming a volunteer myself, that's impossible.

Because after taking the transformation drug, bloodletting is no longer just simple bloodletting; it will shorten one's lifespan.

The Omnipotent King's Blood is formed by the fusion of blood and the essence of life. It's not worth shortening one's own lifespan just to invest in war slaves.

Fortunately, Kertia, who had never done anything good before, finally did something good this time, bringing him volunteers from Diam.

Although he wasn't particularly eager to avenge the late king and the eldest prince, since his enemies had come to him, he certainly couldn't be polite.

However, in order to avoid external interference with the plan to utilize the universal royal blood, this matter needs to be handled discreetly.

The dungeon is the most suitable place to do it.

For at least three days, no one will know what Vasily went through in the dungeon.

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

After explaining everything, Ron left the dungeon.

Heading to Wim's house, they made the most of every minute to learn fifth-tier martial arts techniques.

……

Time passed slowly.

Before they knew it, it was the afternoon of the second day that Ron had arranged to meet with the Doug brothers.

The Doug brothers' investigation throughout the night yielded no results.

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

Unlike the previous sneaky sabotage, this time you need to level up and save up invincibility time to enter the Divine Purification Array and destroy the Magic Stone.

This time, destroying the Demon Stone was legal, much easier, practically effortless. It was possible to destroy the Demon Stone without even entering the Divine Purification Array.

Ron summoned all the archers of Cassel.

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, while the magic stone is automatically defending and buffering, order the arrows to be fired.

With a single command, a dense rain of arrows engulfed the Demon Stone.

Even though the Demon Stone had grown to a meter tall, it couldn't withstand the barrage of arrows for long.

Bang!

The magic stone, having reached its critical point, exploded in mid-air, turning into specks of light that dissipated.

After destroying Komoni's Divine Purification Array, Ron did not stop, but went directly to Vilan Fortress and destroyed the Magic Stone in the same way.

Having resolved the potential problem, he could now bring Kassel's progress to a standstill.

After all, given the enthusiasm of the Kassel soldiers, even if most of their advance routes were blocked, they could still advance to the City of Dawn within the remaining two weeks.

This is absolutely not possible.

then……

That evening, Lawrence, who had just returned from the newly advanced fortress, anxiously sought out Ron.

Chapter 66 Repair

In the backyard.

Ron was practicing his martial arts.

"Your Majesty Ron, something terrible has happened!" Lawrence rushed in.

"Lawrence".

Ron sheathed his sword to deflect the force, then turned to look at Lawrence who was approaching: "What's making you in such a hurry?"

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

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression turned serious.

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

"After I discovered this situation, I immediately sent people to investigate, but I don't know what went wrong at the border of Vilan Fortress. Every group of people I sent would get trapped in the Eternal Illusion as they approached the border," Lawrence replied.

He initially thought that the attack by the Eternal Illusion was due to disloyal people among the people he sent.

After several groups of people were tested, including himself, it was confirmed that the problem did not lie with them.

Seeing Ron's increasingly serious expression, Lawrence's heart also tightened.

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

piece of cake.

I relinquished the territory of Stargate Fortress, and the Kassel soldiers attacked the demons inside, thus fulfilling the conditions for the Great Demon Lilith's counterattack. Naturally, I could no longer enter.

Ron answered Lawrence's question in his mind.

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

There was no rush to draw a conclusion about this matter.

……

At the border of Vilan Fortress.

Ron dismounted and cautiously probed forward with slow, deliberate steps.

Behind him, Lawrence and his soldiers looked at him hopefully, hoping that this wise and mighty emperor could solve the problem that was troubling them.

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

Lawrence's expression brightened.

Has His Majesty Ron discovered a problem?

wrong!

His Majesty Ron is trapped in an eternal illusion!