"I don't know if the ape talent, metal talent, strength talent, and speed talent are mixed into the same mixed bloodline talent, will the multiplier increase again..."

  Release all the blood talents on his body, and glanced at the clothes that had been completely broken into rags, Sean frowned slightly.

   "This talent is good, but it will break the clothes. This is a problem. I don't know, with my current refining level, can I refine clothes that will not break as my body grows?"

  Thinking about this kind of thing, Sean took out clothes from the dimension space and put them on.

   Just as Sean successfully infiltrated this blood prison branch and waited for an opportunity to copy the fusion blood talent, the four of them, Fei Li, from the Temple of War God had already returned to the Temple of War God.

  Because of the importance of the matter, the thin old man Abu didn't dare to hesitate, and almost immediately told one of the hall masters about Xiao En's conjecture, and this person happened to be the black-haired woman Xiao En had met once.

   "Are you sure you read it right?"

  Hearing the report, the black-haired woman's face became serious.

  At their level, what they think about is the survival and prosperity of the entire ethnic group, and this is what they are faintly worried about now.

Don't look at the current prosperity of the human race, which occupies 1/5 of the Lantan Continent, and even spreads outside the Lantan Continent, with a population of hundreds of millions, but only their Temple of War knows that the crisis under this prosperity .

  More than 3,000 years ago, a disaster broke out that swept across the entire Lantan continent and even this star. The top powerhouses from the five temples joined the battle to form the strongest team ever, but in the end most of them were killed or injured.

  The only god-level powerhouse, the god-level powerhouse from the Spirit Race, has fallen. So far, no new god-level powerhouse has been born.

  As for the three demigod powerhouses in the God of War Temple, two of them fell, and the remaining one also died within a hundred years because of his injuries.

Therefore, today's human race and even the entire Lantan Continent seem to be powerful, but in fact they are in danger. If the disaster of more than 3,000 years ago happened again, the human race and even the five major races in the Lantan Continent would be wiped out, because today's Lantan Continent, There is no longer a god-level powerhouse.

   "I'm sure I'm not mistaken, but to be on the safe side, I suggest inviting him to the Temple of War God, and let the Hall Master judge for himself!"

  The skinny old man Abu said solemnly.

  He understands very well that the importance of a human with the aptitude to become a god-level powerhouse is extremely important to both the Temple of War and the entire human race.

   "Okay, this matter is up to you. Be sure not to use force, so as not to cause this person to misunderstand the Temple of War!"

  After careful consideration, the black-haired woman nodded in agreement.

   "Yes, Hall Master!"

  The skinny old man Abu responded respectfully, and stepped back.

  In the entire huge palace, only the black-haired woman was left. She tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with her fingers, and then gave orders.

   "Go and call the elder in charge of intelligence, I want to know all the information about Xiao En!"

   "Yes, Hall Master!"

  At the side, a middle-aged woman came out, bowed to the black-haired woman, and left the main hall.

   A few hours later, a man with a scar on his left eyebrow appeared in the hall.

   "Master, this is all the information about this man named Xiao En!"

  Holding dozens of neatly placed parchments in both hands, he spoke respectfully.

The black-haired woman nodded and waved lightly. A giant black hand immediately picked up dozens of parchments and handed them to her. She flipped through them carefully. After a while, she put down the parchment and frowned. Said.

   "Why is there only information about him in the last year?"

   "Returning to the Hall Master, when he first appeared, he was in the border area near the Spirit Race. Before that, he had never appeared before. I suspect..."

   Speaking of this, the man with the scar on his left eyebrow showed a trace of hesitation, obviously he was not sure about this guess.

   "Suspect what?"

  The black-haired woman raised her eyebrows and asked.

"I suspect that he is not from our Landan Road, but what confuses me is that he first appeared in the area close to the Spirit Race, not the coastal area. It stands to reason that if he came from outside the Lantan Continent If it is a continent, it should have been in the coastal area when it first appeared.”

  The man with the scar on his left eyebrow replied respectfully.

   "appeared near the Eldar..."

  The black-haired woman tapped the armrest lightly with her fingers.

   "Do you think he might be an Eldar?"

   "It should be impossible. There are not a few people who have seen him cast a defensive force field. It should be certain that he is a human being!"

   The man with the scar on his left eyebrow replied.

   "That's good, no matter where he comes from, as long as he is human!"

  The dark-haired woman nodded.

On the other hand, after getting the task of "inviting Sean to the Temple of War", the thin old man Eb immediately set off to visit Sean in Anilao City, but he learned that Sean had been away for several months and hadn't returned, so he had no choice but to leave.

   A month later, Sean, who had sneaked into the blood domain, has more than 40 blood talents, but most of them are extremely low-level, either low-level or intermediate-level.

   These are all the results of his infiltration into this blood prison branch for copying and fusion over the past month.

   "Yo, isn't this Timid Jeffrey?"

  Sean went to a blood prison material exchange office in a small town. He just entered here, but he met a tall and thin man head-on.

  The man was wearing a blue knight outfit, and his brown hair was tied in a bunch. When he saw Sean, he whistled and said jokingly.

   Sean frowned slightly, but he ignored the man and was about to walk past him.

  The man is none other than the one who was sent by the burly man to test Sean's strength when Blood Prison recruited Sean last time.

  The reason why he is called Cowardly Jeffrey is because the missions he has accepted in the recent period are all low-level assassination missions, which are completely inconsistent with his status as a seventh-level assassin.

  But he has no choice, he does not intend to let go of any blood talent, so accepting lower-level assassination missions, contacting low-level assassins is inevitable.

   "Don't rush to go!"

  The tall and thin man moved quickly sideways, blocking Sean's way.

   "Obviously a seventh-level assassin, but only dare to accept low-level assassination commissions, he is indeed a half-way guy who accidentally obtained the blood talent. His strength has improved, but his courage is still as small as before!"

  The road ahead was blocked, Xiao En stopped, raised his brows, and scolded coldly.

   "Get out!"

   "Get out? Why don't you teach me how to get out!"

  The tall and thin man's face was full of jokes.

   "Looks like you want to die!"

   Sean's eyes turned cold, and there was a chill in his eyes.

   "Only you?"

  The thin and tall man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was also a coldness in his eyes.

   Last time he was taken by the leader to test Sean, but he was suppressed by Sean and lost face in front of the leader. Because of this incident, he completely hated Sean.