Big Cleanup

"Mr. Swindler, I want a bottle of healing medicine!"

"Mr. Swindler, I have some questions about strength that I would like to ask you!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Profiteer. What you said last time was very interesting. After we finish our interview, are you going to the south?"

"Mr. Profiteer..."

The battlefield in the east is extremely vast. Even if all the major families are mobilized as part of the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables, the number of Wandering Bloodlines can still crush everyone else.

Most of them accepted the mission and formed a loose group. After leaving the battlefield, they gathered in groups of two or three. When they saw the black-robed merchants, they greeted them enthusiastically, and the profiteers responded with a smile.

"No problem, we can take it slowly. This is the healing medicine you requested, it will take effect once you drink it. Regarding the issue of improving your strength, I suggest you go to the church for a few purifications first, as you cannot meet the promotion standards now. Oh - yes, I remember you, Mr. Roland."

He slowly turned the last line of his voice and looked at the other party with a smile. The young man smiled a little embarrassedly. In the previous wave of revelry, he was the one who took the initiative to greet the profiteer.

"Is this bothering you?"

"I am happy to answer questions for young people. After this battle, I will return to Viscount Cross's territory in the south. I am planning to open a chamber of commerce there. It is remote and quiet there, and Viscount Cross offers generous conditions. They are two noble families who are willing to welcome newcomers, and I think their territory is very suitable as the starting point of the chamber of commerce."

He looked around. The wandering bloodline people were listening to him, and some of them looked thoughtful. The young bloodline person hesitated for a moment: "If a wandering bloodline person goes there, will they welcome him?"

"Of course. As long as they can show their value, I think Viscount Cross will not reject new forces. He is building a new village and needs the protection of the baron."

The crowd started to discuss. This was quite attractive to them. The young man showed a resolute look, as if he had made an important decision. He bowed deeply to the profiteer and said gratefully, "Thank you for telling me this and for being willing to provide us with low-priced drugs and weapons."

If there are people who have actually done business with unscrupulous merchants, they would probably laugh at the word "low price". The unscrupulous merchants are calm and composed: "No, no, this is just an equal exchange."

The gift of destiny always has a price tag, and the low price is just because someone has paid in advance. The wandering bloodline people simply love this strange merchant who is knowledgeable and can provide them with all the treasures, and the atmosphere is extremely warm.

Every time a person buys something from a dishonest merchant, the merchant will take out a patterned booklet and ask the other party to sign it. Every time a transaction is concluded, an almost undetectable insect lands on the shopper and burrows into his skin.

These little bugs only parasitize those with wandering bloodlines, so no one noticed anything unusual. The profiteer has been doing this since he entered the camp, and as more and more people come to him to buy things, roughly speaking, most of the camp has been parasitized.

When the last person finished buying something, the profiteer chatted with them for a while and then leisurely walked towards the center of the camp.

Although the Kingdom of God has been closed, the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables has not yet ended. After losing the Mother Goddess's orders, a large number of Mithril creatures have wandered around and become the target of further liquidation by the Noble Association.

Sevich was able to end a battle within two hours, not only because of his superb command skills, but also because of his strong lineup.

In the spacious and bright command room, the noble bloods sat in their seats, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Their eyes met, and they clearly saw the hostility in each other's eyes.

"Our next goal is to clear the monsters, rescue personnel, and bring back those trapped in the mountains."

The brainworm ignored this and said calmly: "There is nothing to fear about the monster without its organizer. I will leave it to you guys from now on."

All the blood men responded in unison, with intense excitement on their faces. The battlefield commander's order was transmitted to the front, and the originally tight formation suddenly dispersed. The blood men of the major families led their teams to rush out and began to harvest the lives of monsters.

The Owen family had the advantage of location and sent out the largest number of bloodline members. Arnold bought a batch of weapons to restrain these mithril creatures from profiteers, and was invincible wherever he went. Other families showed their talents. Sevich was not interested in anything other than commanding, and the ones responsible for charging were other bloodline members who obeyed the family. So only two people stayed where they were.

He glanced at the person sitting next to him and said, "You are very calm. If Garcia didn't get any place, it would definitely make your father angry."

“He does care about ranking.”

Ai Bo had a faint smile on his face and he looked at the scene in the observation device without any worries.

"I didn't want to do it. Those seals are of no use to me, but my father promised that if I won a seat, he would give the seals to Amon to use."

Sevich asked, "How many bloodline abilities can you copy now?"

Ai Bo replied good-naturedly, "Nine."

Even the calm and composed Brainworm couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Are you a monster?"

Ai Bo smiled and activated the hidden chess piece he had laid long ago.

Except for those of the major family bloodlines, everyone else's movements stiffened slightly, and then returned to normal.

Nothing seems to have changed, except that their movements are becoming more and more similar. Even if they don't know each other, they will unconsciously start to cooperate with each other.

Sevich watched this scene carefully, many similar bloodline abilities flashed quickly in his mind, and finally settled on one.

Bloodline [Dancing Bug], the monster itself is a very tiny insect monster, named because when it controls the host, it dances. Its ability will affect the thinking of the creature. Looking at the entire human world, it is an extremely rare bloodline. But it must be said that it is very useful in this situation.

Aibo narrowed his eyes. The influence of [Dancing Bug] was originally limited to a small area. With the cooperation of another bloodline, it was spreading at a virus-like speed.

Bloodline [Ant Beast], the bloodline ability is to multiply its own ability. For ordinary bloodline people, the only way is to work hard to improve their physical fitness. But for Ai Bo, it creates a 1+1>3 effect.

The Garcia family had previously reached an agreement with the profiteers, who spread the larvae to the wandering bloodline people in the camp, and Abbot controlled them remotely. With both methods combined, no family could surpass them.

But that was not enough. He was not here just to watch the show. Ai Bo looked at the other party and said, "Would you like to consider joining me? I can help you get rid of Owen in the next competition."

Sevich smiled and said, "You control so many people but cannot form an effective organization. You should copy another brainworm bloodline to be the commander."

Garcia's bloodline shrugged: "Please spare me. I don't want to wake up and find other people's voices in my mind, and finally assimilate with you. Besides, I have an ability that I want more, although I can't copy it."

"If even you can't copy it, then it must be a very high-level bloodline ability." Sevich couldn't help but be a little surprised. "Deal, but I need you to eliminate all the Owen family contestants in the next competition."

"no problem."

Abbott agreed straightforwardly. With the secret support of the brain worm, this hidden team was able to become a hidden army, silently dividing the results of the war. But this had nothing to do with Mason anymore.

He controlled Canaan and Oreius to send the team down the mountain, destroying some powerful monsters along the way. After meeting the main force, the two of them completed their mission.

After the great cleanup that lasted for half a month, the matter of the Kingdom of God came to an end.

The profiteers resigned the day after the Great Purge, and took with them several blood relatives who were yearning for the South. Ronald knew that they would devote themselves to the construction of the new town and would be very happy.

The alien god is dead, and the Lord of All Things and All Powers no longer pays attention to this place. As a reward, all the clergy who participated in this siege have a stronger aura of gods. Santo announced happily: "Sir, our Lord is very satisfied with your handling of this time."

As the only person who didn't get this benefit, Canaan glanced at the increasingly dense gold threads on the other person's body. He didn't know whether to be happy or subtle for this loyal believer.

The worn-out pocket watch from the Son of God had stopped working, but no one dared to underestimate its power. In view of the fact that it was something related to God, Canaan secretly took the pocket watch away when they parted.

In the end, only Oreius stayed in the camp with the Luo family.

After they left the Kingdom of God, they reconnected with Luo's consciousness. The souls still remembered the cold reception they had received before, and dared not to provoke this ancestor, so they turned their attention to Dan. The latter was questioned so much that he felt dizzy and in agony.

Arnold was overjoyed to have his family back safely. After understanding the cause of the incident, he left the battlefield and came back to take care of the two. Oreius drank the soup he made himself, and his mood was very complicated.

"Don't you have to go to the front line to command?"

Arnold poured Dan another bowl of wine and answered without raising his head, "Don't worry. You killed the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones and solved the root cause of the changes in the Kingdom of God. No one can surpass us. I also want to discuss this with you."

"We don't need so much fame. Being too prominent will only lead to the opposition of the Frontier Family. If you allow me, I would like to give the reward of the rescue camp to the Owen Family."

The three missions announced by the chairman of the parliament are: the first mission is to support the eastern region and protect ordinary people; the second mission is to explore the situation of the Kingdom of God and rescue the camp; the third mission is to eliminate the source of the changes in the Kingdom of God. The difficulty is stacked one by one, and the rewards are getting better and better. Since they have won the first prize, there is no need to grab the second prize, which can also bring them closer to the Owen family.

Aurelius naturally had no objection.

If it weren't for Opheli taking on the responsibility of managing the camp and calming people's hearts in times of crisis, these bloodline people would never have survived until he came to rescue them. In this sense, the little girl is truly excellent.

Seeing that he agreed, Arnold curled his lips happily, without mentioning what benefits he had gained in return, and diligently served the red-haired young man another bowl of soup.

"This is a soup that contains many precious medicinal herbs. It is also very beneficial for people of the bloodline. Please have a taste, ancestor."

Oreius: "......"

He took a sip with mixed feelings; the soup was quite delicious.

It would be better if he could change such a socially deadly title. He doesn't want to be publicly called an ancestor by a group of people!