Global Killing: I Could Plunder Talent

Patriarchs\' faces were constantly changing. They didn\'t want to give in, but now, they had lost their resistance and seemed to have no better choice. Under the pressure of the judge dominator, they couldn\'t even activate their innate power, let alone break free from the counterattack.

"Patriarchs, if you haven\'t made up your mind yet, I can give you time to think about it, but you have to hurry up. If you haven\'t made up your mind after we take down the Bramble castle, don\'t blame me for turning against you."

Garvin said with a fake smile.

The several patriarchs looked at each other. Finally, the patriarch of the Cloud race sighed helplessly.

"Well, now I\'m in a desperate situation. I know I don\'t have the qualifications to bargain with you. I just hope that after we surrender to you, you can be kind to my people."

Garvin nodded with a smile. He patted the patriarch of the Cloud race on the shoulder and untied him.

"Look, in this way, we have a good foundation for cooperation. If you submit to me, your clansmen will naturally be my clansmen. Of course, I will be kind to them."

He turned to the other patriarchs and said in a seductive voice.

"The first smart man has appeared. What do you think? To be honest, our time is limited now. I don\'t want to waste time on such meaningless things."

The patriarchs\' faces changed slightly. What Garvin said was a clear threat, and they could not help but sigh in their hearts.

"Well, I\'m willing to listen to you and join your team. However, my requirements are the same as that of the head of the Cloud race."

"I agree with you, but you can\'t touch the altar of our race."

The patriarchs nodded and said. With a broad smile on his face, Garvin untied the shackles of the patriarchs one by one and agreed to their requests.

Then he turned his gaze to the head of the Blood race who had been silent all this time.

"Patriarch, as you can see, everyone has agreed with my proposal, which is enough to prove that my proposal is very correct. Then what is your decision? Will you stand with me or on the opposite side of me?"

The Blood race\'s patriarch gritted his teeth and looked angrily at the other patriarchs around him. Finally, he took a deep breath and said coldly.

"I\'m not one of them. The great Blood race won\'t muddle along!"

His body instantly emitted a layer of blood-red light, and then the terrible blood-red flame rose from his feet. When his bloodline talent burst out, he shattered the cold aura around him in an instant.

"Oh, it seems that you are ready to be my enemy. What a pity! In this case, our master will lose a messenger. But it doesn\'t matter. After you die, your corpse will also be used as a messenger."

Garvin said slowly. He took a step back and stood in front of the dark door.

Before the Blood race\'s patriarch could attack Garvin, he suddenly felt the cold air around him surge, turning into tens of millions of huge snakes that tightly wrapped around his body.

A painful scream burst out from the leader\'s mouth, and his bones made a violent sound. Under the pressure of the cold air, he was quickly crushed into a wisp of powder, slowly floating onto the ground.

The other patriarchs couldn\'t help but shiver when they saw the miserable ending of the leader.

They were secretly glad that they had chosen to stand together with Garvin. Otherwise, they would have turned into powder now.

"Alas, I still can\'t control my strength well. After all, the power of the master is not something that a mortal like me can use at will. I thought I could make his corpse into a messenger, but now it seems that I can only use the power of the former patriarch of the Blood race."

Garvin sighed slightly and soon smiled at the other patriarchs.

"Well, it was just an unpleasant little incident. Let\'s forget what happened just now. Now let\'s hold the ceremony to sign the contract. Please give me a drop of blood."

The patriarchs didn\'t dare to neglect it. They quickly cut their fingertips, squeezed out a drop of blood, put it in the jade bottle, and handed it to Garvin.

Garvin nodded slightly and put away the jade bottles. Then he walked to the door and waved his hand, and the jade bottles smashed into pieces.

A faint smell of blood pervaded the hall. All the patriarchs seemed to hear a cry of surprise, like the thirsty magical beast who cheered excitedly after drinking the blood.

Then they saw the lines on the door seem to come to life in an instant. The red lines emitted an evil and attractive light, almost sucking their souls into the door.

"Surrender to me. You will be my messengers, both physically and mentally!"

A gloomy voice rang out in their minds, and all the patriarchs couldn\'t help but feel a sense of submission in their hearts. From now on, the creatures behind the door were powerless for them in their lives.

They couldn\'t help but kneel, looking at the dark door with devout eyes and muttering.

"I see. From now on, you are our belief. Our body and soul will be your weapons!"

Looking at the patriarchs kneeling in the hall, Garvin smiled happily.

"Master, I\'ve already found the most perfect messenger for you. In this way, your strength will be able to successfully break through the virtual god level, right? It will be easy for you to destroy the Bramble force!"

A dull heartbeat came from behind the dark door as if there was a huge magical beast hidden behind it.

It was slowly transforming. Not long after, it would wave its angry wings to destroy everything it hated.

Since the heads of other secret forces, other than the Blood race, had been taken as messengers of the judge dominator, these secret forces had existed in name only.

Several members of the secret forces were in a temporary panic, but under the suppression of the Darkness race and the comfort of their patriarchs, they accepted this fact.

However, the Blood race, which didn\'t submit to the Darkness race, was in a calamity. Under the siege of the five secret forces, 13,000 members of the race quickly declared their destruction. Only the former leader of the race was still alive as a walking corpse, which represented the Blood race, and temporarily took charge of the fetish of the race.