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Speaking of vampires, Tong Li remembered that the gods brought out today are all young people. It would be an easy thing to help the company to make something, but it would be difficult to use as a help to collect information.

We need to find a group of powerful sea gods to help.

This matter was entrusted to Olubia by Tong Li. After all, who is more powerful among the sea gods, Olubia will know who is the most powerful.

Eurybia doesn't care much about intelligence, but it's very easy to find some suitable ones from Sea God to do this.

Tong Li told her not to suddenly go to Tai Yi to fight with him.

At the very least, you need to get in touch with your relationship first to make sure that it’s an instant discussion, and you must choose the location of the fight carefully. It’s best to go to a place that is inaccessible.

Better off the planet.

Eurybia responded immediately, and after the three gods exchanged a little bit about how miserable the situation of vampires is, Tong Li ran back to the office.

Nereus was gone, and he took a lot of Tong Li's backups from Elysee's database with him.

Because there are so many materials involved, Tong Li didn't intend to move out the items in Elysee's database at all, but put them there, and check them directly when they need to check them.

Anyway, he has always had authority in Elysee.

Tong Li knew that God Hongjun was very busy recently, and he would definitely not notice the text messages on the forum in a short time, so he simply called him.

Hongjun looked at the phone screen that suddenly lit up, and was quite surprised. Sanqing used to use sound transmission symbols when looking for him, and other great gods used to come to him without saying hello when looking for him. No one has called him for more than ten years since he got the phone.

Oh, I forgot to mention, because Hongjun thinks it is troublesome, I still use an old mobile phone with a monochrome screen.

The number is unknown, but if you can get his number, it will not be a nuisance call.

So Hongjun, who happened to be stuck in his train of thought, answered the phone directly.

After Tong Li made a phone call with Yahweh, he let go of his courage, and it was not in vain to face Hongjun.

He introduced himself in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and after receiving the answer from the Great God Hongjun, he briefly expressed his thoughts.

Basically, it is the kind that uses the mustard space to build a ring for gods and monsters to fight and learn from each other.

Of course, judging from the current situation where everyone is reluctant to even use wound medicine, the surprise of the discussion is almost equal to zero.

Fighting is actually a very frequent sport for many gods and monsters. It's just that after modern times, the sudden comfortable life and the restrictions imposed on them prevent them from using their power wantonly.

Even if it's an itchy hand, didn't you see Dijun Taiyi tearing it up on the sun, did it directly affect human beings?

So this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed.

So much so that thousands of years have passed since waking up, the East and the West have been allied, and the gods and monsters are quite unfamiliar with things like fighting and fighting.

Counting carefully, it seems that apart from a few times they joined forces to suppress evil, the gods of the East and the West have rarely seen each other.

The understanding of each other's strength seems to stop at the few joint efforts and the occasional one or two exchanges.

Tong Li said it in a very high-sounding way, saying that it is to increase the exchange of power between the Eastern and Western gods and the improvement of their strength.

In the age of mythology in the past, there was a discussion about Dao every now and then, but now it has been so long, and there is not even a decent communication between the East and the West.

This is outrageous.

Hongjun thought about it, it made sense.

Tong Li saw that Hongjun let go, and said: "I think so, you can use it after paying a certain fee, but if you are short-sighted, you can also provide some disadvantages after the fight about the space you noticed when you were fighting. As a fee for using the arena."

"Of course, this choice cannot be stated clearly. It depends on each person's choice." After all, it is very self-respecting to directly tell people that you have no money and exchange messages, but tell people from the beginning that you can choose to pay. Either money or feedback, and you get this opportunity, that shows respect and friendliness from the start.

Tong Li understands these ways of the world quite well.

Hongjun really thinks this is a good idea, and it just so happens that he has several mustard spaces of varying degrees in his hand, and it is not impossible to provide them to others to relieve itching.

What's more, there are still people giving him feedback on the space situation.

There is a saying that goes well, the three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang.

Hongjun, who has been studying alone without an assistant, suddenly feels as if a new door has opened.

"If you agree, I can let the west side explain it to me." Tong Li was full of confidence.

As soon as Hongjun heard that he was not needed to make trouble, he agreed very simply.

"I think you can provide me with some space, and I hope you can provide some information about the tolerance level, and when the matter is settled, please be sure to support me."

Hongjun had no objection, and hung up the phone after a few words.

Tong Li felt that he was a fool every time he attacked a great god with a phone call.

But he also knew that he would definitely not be able to handle this matter alone, so he went to Sanqing, Chaos and his male god again, explained the situation, and asked them if they would like to participate in individual stocks or something.

It's good to borrow their names without taking a share.

Sanqing said that since it is something that is beneficial to the world and their masters, of course they must be well supported. Besides, they...well, they should simply mention Tongtian, and Tongtian has been itching for a long time It's been a long time!

After getting such a reply, Tong Li happily called Tartarus again.

Why not just go back?

Of course it’s a love affair when we meet face-to-face. If anyone wants to talk about business, just talk on the business phone.

He knew that the male god would definitely agree to this matter, because the benefits were already on the surface, and secretly thinking about it, the male god would value this matter more because of him.

The male god has begun to pay attention to this matter, will God Chaos be far behind?

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Tong Li felt that the distance to the centrifuge fish was getting closer.

After persuading the great gods, Tong Li ran to Prometheus again.

Because Nereus acted as if he wanted to find out the intelligence department immediately before leaving the customs, Tong Li simply went to find another top decision maker.

Of course, my own company has to get a share of this kind of thing!

After sharing all the pressure with the strength behind her, Tong Li felt relaxed.

This is probably the difference between actions and hands-on actions. In Elysee, he was a part-time worker, but in Haijie, he was still a small boss.

It feels a little novel, a little chicken jelly.

On Penguin Captain Jiang was complaining to him.

Tong Li said that there is no way to do it, if Poseidon wakes up at that time, wouldn't he also come to MS to work.

Tong Li also suggested Captain Jiang to travel as much as possible, and to see the customs and customs, so that Poseidon can have a better understanding of today.

Anyway, Captain Jiang's family is not short of money, and he can directly support it if it is short of money.

Although the human captain is regarded as a family member, he is still a human being after all. Tong Li remembers that Captain Jiang was looking forward to traveling around the world alone, so he learned to speak fluent English.

Captain Jiang thinks about it too, he can't forcefully tie himself to Tong Xiaoliu just because he is a member of Poseidon's family.

So Captain Jiang quickly looked away, and really started to prepare to travel around the world.

Tong Li gave him the names of a list of countries that he could not go to at present. Captain Jiang has the aura and divine power of Poseidon on his body. It would be bad if he encountered some unnatural existence and was captured.

Captain Jiang put away the list properly, and the avatar grayed out after a greeting.

Tong Li opened the mailbox of the intelligence department's internal system, and unsurprisingly received a large batch of inquiry emails from the intelligence department's high-level human beings, as well as some reconstruction work reports on the intelligence department's contact points and dark spots.

After replying one by one and proceeding as usual, Tong Li went to see the information on the gods of the underworld temporarily for a short period of time when his side was not fully manned.

At present, all the information that can be traced has been uploaded. On a deeper level, the underworld gods said that their divine power is not qualified enough, so they can only find out here.

Vampires are a race without souls, and the underworld gods who are better at torturing souls can't do anything about it.

Tong Li was not surprised. He integrated all the last information and handed it over to Jehovah. As for the deeper things, either Jehovah would work hard, or wait, and compete with the group of hiding vampires who was more patient.

However, Tong Li felt that the possibility that Yahweh would personally investigate vampires was almost zero.

Because it's too low-key.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in the angels under Jehovah, but that Tong Li believes that so many gods of the underworld have been deceived, and even Artemis, who he secretly ran to find for help, didn’t find any traces of vampires. It's also choking.

How to put it, vampires have lived in the world for so many years, so it is normal to have a little background.

After sending the edited email, Tong Li rubbed his eyes, and the neon lights were already on outside the window.

A crescent moon hung high in the deep night, without starlight.

There are surprisingly few sprites in the west, probably because there is a relationship between hell and demons here, which oppresses the living space of sprites, because the evil thoughts and fears in the hearts of people living here have been handed over to the demons in hell.

Tong Li had specifically told Yahweh before that if any abnormalities were found while killing the vampires, he must be informed immediately.

But he never received any unusual messages from Jehovah.

Tong Li was a little worried at first, but after seeing how sparse the Western monsters are, he was relieved.

Thinking about it before, when he took Eurybia and Taiyi to take the vampire family, he really didn't find the overwhelming sprites like the previous Eastern family.

In terms of quantity, it is actually two or three kittens.

Oulibia was very efficient, and brought out a bunch of bewildered sea gods and handed them over to Tong Li.

Tong Li explained the situation, and after seeing that the gods didn't have much opinion on cooperating with humans, he sent them out directly.

Time waits for no one, and before the next conflict erupts, the intelligence department, which has incorporated a large number of fresh blood, will be put into use again, and the time is still a bit tight.

But this is also impossible.

Who made them step into the penalty area without making preparations before.

Violating the rules will naturally be punished, and for Tong Li, this punishment is acceptable.

But for the vampires who stepped on the restricted area with them, this punishment was quite enough.

After the situation calmed down a bit, the blood race gathered together like frightened birds.

The number of people who could fill the entire long table before was now less than one-fifth.

They sat scattered in their original positions, looked at the slightly empty restaurant, and felt a chill creeping up their backs.

It has been a long time since the blood race has suffered such a major loss. In the Godless Age, they were kings and hegemons, until the gods woke them up and they became dormant. Even if the Lord occasionally found their traces, he just swept them away and did not drive them out. .

God's deeds inflated the confidence of the blood races little by little. After so many years of lurking, they finally waited for the opportunity to turn them back to the bright side.

However, as soon as he did something, he was struck by the gods with thunder.

The vampires looked at Andre, who was sitting on the first seat with a cold and calm face, and looked at each other. The few who survived by chance and made a fuss about embarrassing the gods also shrank their necks and said nothing.

They thought of the family who refused to listen to Andre's persuasion and insisted on confronting the gods, and died silently as a result. They thought of the family members who should have been sitting in the vacant seats, and the family members under their command who were wiped out by the angels.

Then look at Andre, who seemed to have expected everything. Anger and dissatisfaction rose in his heart, but he suppressed it under the other party's unemotional gaze.

Andre didn't care about their deaths.

These blood races realized this very deeply, which made them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

The vampires were silent, listening quietly to the sound of the man sitting in the first seat cutting steak and sipping blood.

Andre was very satisfied with the quiet vampires. He put down his knife and fork, pushed away more than half of the remaining steak, and wiped the blood on his lips.

"What do you want to say?" He asked.

"My family is in panic, and even hunting has begun to be greatly reduced." A male voice said, "We have to do something."

Andre nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Andre, did you know from the beginning that heaven would attack us?" he asked.

Andre shook his head, then thought for a while, and said, "But I know there are traces of heaven behind Dilar's incident. It's not the extermination of the clan, but when he confronted the Netherland under Elysee."

Dilar, the blood race who looked like a boy who died first.

The vampires looked at each other, judging the honesty of the statement.

Andre looked too calm, as if everything happened under his control, which made his rebuttal even weaker.

"Then why didn't you tell Dilar?" asked the middle-aged male blood race, his eyes were red, and his hands on the table were clenched into fists, showing a bit of resentment.

His clan suffered heavy losses in this blow, and his partner even died in this purge operation. It is very difficult for the blood clan to find a partner, especially those with special talents.

Because ordinary vampires will be eroded by the darkness of them if they stay with them for a long time, and vampires who also have special talents will mostly go out to develop their own aristocratic clans.

Influence and strength are always much more important than feelings.

This was the case for most of the blood races. Thinking of the miserable appearance of his partner turning into ashes in front of his eyes, the chair under him was frozen with ice.

"I remember that your gift is precognition, Andre, and I don't believe you don't know that," he said.

"It's not a very accurate prediction." Andre didn't change his expression because of his attitude. In fact, all the vampires were deceived by him. His talent was not prediction. For a long time, accurate calculations about human nature and things, and some extremely strong intuitions.

Andre's talent conflicts with the entire blood family, which is even more unreasonable than the blood family with fire talent.

Andre's talent is Ray.

Lei who can easily kill any of the clan bosses present here.

Of course, Andre would not say this.

These blood clans can stay here quietly, obey Andre's orders, and reluctantly recognize his status as the leader of the blood clan, one is because of Cain's intention, and the other is because the family controlled by Andre is a very large family. And it has a deep foundation.

Most importantly, Andre's talent is not threatening to them.

If Andre showed his talent, then he and these blood clans who were born several batches behind him would probably have an internal strife.

And it's an infighting in the eyes of the very eye, the kind that either you die or I die.

Andre doesn't want such a thing to happen, not that he cherishes these blood races, but that the ancestors need their help now, and internal strife is obviously not conducive to their foothold in today's dark world.

Andre's eyes were not on the same level as these blood races at all.

"Then why didn't you tell us first?" The blood race became even more angry when he heard this. There were many sharp ice edges erected behind him, shining a biting cold light under the distorted moonlight.

"Tell you, is it useful?" Andre snorted coldly, very slightly, "The entire Dilar family was wiped out without a sound. Have you reflected on it?"

He said, paused, and then sneered slightly: "Oh, by the way, you clamored to pick a soft persimmon for the gods to calm down."

As a result, with a pinch, he directly exploded his old nest.

Wow, simply wonderful!

Andre thinks about the series of things that those disobedient vampires have done recently, it is simply an annual stupid show.

A group of idiots who can't figure it out and have to pretend to be strong.

Andre felt that as one of the few smart people, he was under a lot of pressure.

The ice edge behind the blood clan trembled slightly, glaring at Andre.

He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear Andre's view of his family and the sacrifice of the entire blood family as a well-sung opera.

Those who died were all his children!They are all forces that he has developed through hundreds of thousands of years of hard work.

The loss of even one branch makes him very sad, not to mention that now he has almost been reduced to a bare commander.

He has no sense of security, and he urgently needs to return to his own group to find companions, seek protection and safety.

However, Andre, as the supreme leader, showed that he didn't care about the sacrifice of the blood race.

"Put that thing away." Andre raised his chin, and after finishing speaking, he didn't care what the man's expression was, and turned to look at the other blood races calmly, "What do you think, the current situation."

The vampires, who had always paid little attention to this titular leader, looked at each other, and none of them dared to speak again.

This is probably the feeling of discovering that a pig that has been raised for so long has directly bored a tiger. The blood races only feel that Andre, who is sitting on the first seat, is unfathomable.

In his impression, Andre had never looked angry, but now he suddenly realized that Andre was not without temper, but that he didn't take them seriously at all.

This cognition made the vampires extremely frustrated.

"It's okay, just say what you think, now that we have suffered heavy losses, it is time to work together." Andre raised his glass to them, "Speak freely."

After a long while, a blood clan lowered its voice and said: "My clan has rarely gone out to hunt, and there are not enough blood servants to raise."

"Every time you hunt one out, you can never come back. Now there are gods' eyeliner everywhere."

Someone spoke, and more voices followed.

Andre listened, nodding from time to time.

The family he led did not have the problems mentioned by these vampires. Andre, who had seen how powerful the gods were, had gathered enough food like a hamster, raised enough vampires, and developed Enough hidden estates.

In case one is destroyed, there is another one to hide in.

Andre didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this, and everything he did should be based on his own survival.

After listening for a long time, Andre had a general understanding of the current situation, and asked, "So what do you mean?"

"We can't leave the manor at all now. Once we leave, we will be discovered soon." The vampires looked stern, "We can't starve to death in the manor."

All blood races know how painful the taste of thirsting for blood is, it is the thirst and hunger that almost tore apart all their sanity.

There was once a family who hurriedly escaped into the hidden manor because of being hunted down. In the end, the leader of the family killed all his people because of hunger.

The vampires don't like to drink the blood of their own kind, because it tastes like ashes, which is no better than the warmth and deliciousness of human beings.

Devouring one's own kind is also a sin.

In the end, the mad vampire died in the hands of the sanctioner.

Andre's cognition at this moment is the same as that of the vampires present here. It is indeed impossible for them to suffocate to death in the manor.

But Andre is not the kind of good person who will contribute his food reserves to the race. He still remembers clearly the attitude of these blood races when he was a puppet.

"They are driving us to a dead end." The blood race said.

Of course, it is going to be forced to a dead end. After all, it offends the majesty of the gods and dares to challenge the existence of the gods. In Andre's cognition, it seems that except for Lucifer who has been dancing happily, no one else can survived.

Andre felt that no matter which way he went, he was in a dilemma.

"It's all about death, why don't you fight it out?" The blood race said, they lowered their eyes, a little embarrassed: "It's really not possible, please ask Andre, on behalf of our group of unsatisfactory people, to beg the ancestors."

In fact, from the moment the situation got out of Andre's control, he had already prepared for the worst.

Although he knew that the ancestor didn't care about the casualties of the blood race, such a large-scale loss would still make Cain look sideways.

As long as those archangels are not dispatched, it is very simple for Cain to protect the blood race.

It was rare for Andre not to oppose the plans made by the vampires, but nodded with a look of laissez-faire.

However, as if they had received some affirmation, the blood clan breathed a sigh of relief, and left Andre's manor one after another.

Andre looked at the hall that became empty after a while, lowered his eyes, looked at the blood stains left on the wall of the cup, shook it, and finally threw the cup down casually, and left the hall as well.

The blood-red goblet fell on the ground covered with thick cashmere carpet, silently.

Andre went to find Cain.

Cain was standing in front of a wooden sculpture that was as tall as a person, holding a small carving knife in his hand, touching the face of the wooden statue lightly, hesitating where to start.

Andre came and went freely in this castle named Enoch, but every time he arrived at the hall where Cain was, his contempt and composure subsided and he became cautious and respectful.

It seems that Cain has never left that hall, and there are hangings everywhere, all of which are the young man drawn by Cain himself, and there are also wood carvings of different sizes and postures, all of which are the voice and smile of the young man. A trace of repetition, each one is a different movement and posture.

Andre checked many files, but he couldn't find this young man who was as warm and bright as the sun. There were no portraits or records.

The blood clan stared at the portraits and wood carvings all over the room for a while, but never took a step into the hall.

Being able to see these things was already the limit of what Cain could bear. He never allowed Andre to step into this hall.

If there is anything, just say it at the door, and he can hear it.

Andre lowered his eyes, covering his gloomy expression.

His ancestor shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be tied down, he should be free and unrestrained, why would he be so fascinated by such a young man who didn't even pay attention to the blood clan he created.

Andre didn't understand, but he could clearly realize that he was jealous.

Jealous of the boy who occupied all the eyes of the ancestor.

"Andre." Cain was quite tolerant of this descendant who always came to him in a daze. No matter how you say it, he was a very responsible and useful junior. Cain felt that it would be completely wrong to forgive him for some small mistakes. No problem, but this time Cain was a little unhappy.

Because Andre interrupted him to carve this wooden statue.

It's just a shame, he can have another Abel again.

It was a great honor for Andre to be called by the ancestor's name. He carefully counted the number of times he came here to meet the ancestor, and counted the number of times the ancestor called him on his own initiative. This was actually only the sixth time.

But perhaps because of the rarity, Andre felt particularly happy.

Cain asked, "What happened again?"

In fact, Cain also really wanted to make it clear like Jehovah that he should not come to him if the sky fell, but as a middleman between Lucifer and the blood clan, Cain's idea was obviously impossible to realize.

So he can only accept the harassment from his descendants every now and then.

Andre didn't hide anything this time, and he thoroughly understood the current situation of the blood race.

No one knows better than him that even those blood races are grouped together, and they don't have much strength to resist the Angel Legion, but if they resist desperately, they can have a chance to survive.

The Angel Legion is a stronger existence than the hell regular army under His Majesty Lucifer, and the head of the legion, Michael, is even more capable of fighting Lucifer.

Andre, who was lucky enough to see the Legion of Hell, couldn't think of luck at all, so he could only choose to ask for help and compromise.

Cain's focus was not on the loss of the blood race, but he frowned and asked, "Are the archangels awake?"

Andre shook his head, "Our informant can't get this news, because Heaven no longer ignores us, and there has been no new news for a long time."

The informants they sent out, whether they were blood races or human beings contaminated with darkness, were simply and roughly killed while spying on the information.

For the forces of darkness, whether it is the dark race or the human beings who surrender to the darkness, the angels are merciless.

The vigorous and resolute attitude of the Angel Legion is probably due to their leader, Michael, who is notoriously iron-blooded.

As long as it is found guilty, it is dark, when the legion of angels comes to sanction, no matter whether you have difficulties or not, no matter whether you have some unspeakable purpose, in their eyes, darkness is darkness, and all should be eliminated clean.

Cain frowned. He really didn't care about the loss of the blood race, but he knew that Lucifer's information transmission in recent days had never stopped at all.

From this point of view, the meaning of the adult is obvious, that is, let the troubles caused by the blood race be solved by themselves.

He looked at the calendar, and his brows loosened again.

He also remembered the previously agreed time for the second attack on Tartarus, so he simply waved his hand and said to Andre, "It's okay, in another month, Jehovah won't have time to take care of us."

At that time, most of the dark forces imprisoned in Tartarus will come out, and Jehovah's sight will probably be diverted soon.

Andre was taken aback when he heard the words, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

It’s just that Cain didn’t understand how he was being targeted by the Lord when he was here to study how to sneak into heaven and paint and carve something.

Even if someone said to Jehovah, "Look at the vampires jumping around under your nose", Jehovah is not the kind who would pay more attention to the race he regards as filthy.

This is also the reason why the blood race has not been taken over by one pot before.

In the eyes of Jehovah, vampires are simply a group of mobs who can't get on the stage. Compared with Lucifer, who he values, they are ants on the side of the road that can be trampled to death.

So Cain still didn’t understand, even if his descendants didn’t realize it for a while and provoked the gods, it wasn’t the Lord who ran over and slapped him.

Moreover, they were directly beaten to death following an incident that could be regarded as God's punishment.

"Did you do anything?" Cain asked suddenly, "Apart from provoking the gods."

Andre was a little surprised by this question. Cain really rarely asks about blood races.

He thought about it, though, and shook his head.

In my impression, apart from provoking the god of the underworld under the Elysee, and then pretending to die to provoke the god of the sea of ​​the Greek gods, the vampires did not have any other things out of line.

Seeing him shaking his head, Cain felt that this was even more inappropriate.

He knew that he was on the most wanted list of the Eastern and Western Gods Alliance, but his strength was not as strong as the others on the list, so he had always been very low-key.

He would not leave this castle wrapped in a hidden magic circle unless necessary.

He also knew that if Yahweh really wanted to find him, he would have been caught long ago, but even though Yahweh had killed so many bloods, he never came to him.

On the contrary, Yahweh and Lucifer are particularly excited.

When Cain heard Andre's report today, his first reaction was whether Jehovah and Lucifer had been torn apart recently, and as a result, the blood race was pushed out to the tank.

It was later discovered that his descendants made it themselves.

And the angelic legion under the Lord's hand pursued the blood race relentlessly, and looked like they wanted to drive them all out.

But... as the ancestor, he is still sitting here well.

Yahweh had no intention of moving him.

Cain felt particularly bewildered.

Recently, His Majesty Lucifer has not shown any intention to tell him to be more careful, to be careful not to be uprooted by Jehovah.Cain felt that no matter how he thought about it, something must have been missed.

"Think about it again, have you done something related to angels?" Cain paused, "Didn't you catch an angel and try something new?"

Cain has actually... done this kind of thing, but he caught the kind of little angel with a very peaceful temperament, and the aura of divine favor on his body is not very strong, and that feeling is simply unforgettable for a lifetime.

As for the second-generation blood race bred by Cain himself, some of them were very fierce, and they also directly captured the angels, and even a little more powerful directly broke the angels and degenerated, and brought them back to hell.

In Cain's impression, his descendants are nothing but bears, but their abilities are still quite strong, and their brains are also particularly witty.

After waking up this time, Cain kept a low profile and did not personally transform the descendants. Although he looked down on the power of the blood race now, he did not take it to heart.

Back then, their abilities were not very strong compared to angels, but they could still catch them if they wanted to.

After all, there is no useless talent for such things as talent, it's just that it hasn't been fully utilized.

Although Cain didn't care much about the power of the blood race, he trusted the strength of the blood race from the bottom of his heart. Even the most useless talent of charm, which was the most useless by default, could directly make the angel fall if he played it well. , what can be more useless than that?

Cain has always felt that his genes are very good. How could there be mental retardation in the blood race? When he escaped and took over the power of the blood race again, there were people from us all over the world.

So Cain felt that his descendants were still very resourceful.

A stupid person would definitely not be able to do this.

"Catch an angel?" Andre was startled when he heard Cain's question, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

Could it be that there are angels in the ancestor's previous recipes...?

Andre suddenly felt that the blood race of their generation was really weak.

However, he answered the ancestor's question honestly, and by the way, saved some impression points for his generation: "No, today's angels have the direct blessing of Jehovah, which is very stressful for us."

Cain thinks about it too, now that most of Lucifer's blessings have been transferred to believers, and the blessings for blood races are not as deep as they were back then.

And if he hadn't caught an angel with too much brains and set a precedent, his descendants would have never had the idea of ​​catching an angel. After all, to the people of darkness, the light of an angel is like a laser. It's easy to poke holes in them.

"What about other aspects?" Cain knew that although believers are important to Jehovah, they are not the bottom line.

The bottom line of Jehovah is actually human souls who can ignore all kinds of temptations and ascend to heaven without hindrance, because most of these are very pious in their beliefs, and an angel formed in this way can support dozens or hundreds of believers. Than what he himself created, merely