There is no other way. If we want to continue the extraordinary power into the modern era, it will be impossible to succeed without in-depth transformation.

Ren Ming's 2,000 subversion value can make the other party have the blood of the Western fantasy race, making it easier for him to master magic.

Judging from William's appearance, it will probably take some time for his bloodline transformation.

Ren Ming turned and looked at Eleanor who was silent beside him.

"What? Haven't you decided yet? The believers will be here soon."

As a bystander, he saw Eleanor's expression along the way.

She definitely wanted to prevent the burial alive from happening.

Eleanor gently brushed the lines on the parchment, her eyes filled with longing.

But she still shook her head and returned the parchment to Ren Ming.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not worthy of it."

"Do you think that I'm a devil who drags people to hell?" Ren Ming asked back.

"Of course not!"

Eleanor was afraid that the other party would misunderstand her, so she hurriedly explained.

"I never thought of it that way, my Lord!"

“I, I…”

Seeing that Eleanor had some unspeakable difficulties, Ren Ming tactfully dropped the topic.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to force it."

A forced melon is not sweet.

Ren Ming put the parchment in his hand back into the storage space and sensed that two groups of people were approaching from a distance.

William continued to tremble and roar on the ground.

Even so, he appeared calm and composed.

Ren Ming stopped talking and waited quietly for William's transformation to be completed.

Their cloaks fluttered in the cold wind, like two black clouds dancing in the sky.

Eleanor pursed her lower lip, feeling increasingly panicked.

Just when Eleanor was at a loss, Ren Ming raised his head and looked at the entrance of the isolation area.

"The battle is about to begin."