In the City Hall, Morgen, sitting at his desk on the third floor, suddenly opened his eyes as the first ray of sunshine pierced the sky.

He turned his head and observed the burly figure who had been unconscious on the ground.

A robust breath was returning.

Grot, who had received the blood transfusion, had his heart pumping powerfully like a pump. Although its beats were slow, they were strong and vigorous.

At that moment, within Grot's body, the thick mercury-like blood coursed through his veins, driven by his heart. With each beat, his strength grew.

The blood clan's heart was more like an inexhaustible source of energy, no longer a point of weakness. Even if it was pierced, it would not cause fatal damage.

Morgen and several other second-generation blood descendants in the room watched as Grot's aura gradually transformed, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Grot's prowess was undeniable. He alone had forced Amy and Corso to yield and compelled hundreds of blood clans to disperse from the sky.

Ultimately, if Morgen had not resorted to the decisive tactic of trading one life for another, it would have cost them dearly to defeat their opponent.

He was a formidable warrior who commanded respect from his adversaries, a warrior in the truest sense.

The northern warrior was like a young dragon breaking free from its shell, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Lying on the gray velvet carpet, Grot suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze resembled a falcon about to seize its prey as he sat up straight.

Upon seeing the blood clan surrounding him, he was startled. He instinctively wanted to react, but when he caught sight of Morgen, he froze.

Kindness, dependence, trust, and the potent blood force of the blood clan caused Grot's initial hostility to dissipate like water leaking away.

Simultaneously, a message resonated within Grot's blood, and his eyes gradually softened after receiving it.

Moments later, the burly figure stood up, and the head that had always been held high in the face of death bowed before Morgen. He clasped his chest and offered a solemn salutation.

"Good day, ancestor."

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Morgen's eyes as he solemnly declared, "Grot, as the ancestor of the blood clan, I bestow upon you a new surname - Kachar."

Grot was stunned by these words, and a mysterious force surged within his blood. It felt as though his soul had been elevated at that moment, and some kind of flaw in his bloodline was rectified by Morgen's pronouncement.

He clasped his chest and lowered his head again.

"Grot Kachar, at your command."

At that instant, this mighty northern warrior had become a member of the glorious superior race - the blood clan.

The City of Dawn's high-end combat capability had gained another formidable individual.

With a sense of urgency, Morgen checked Grot's attributes.

He was eager to discover what kind of existence would emerge from the fusion of the northern warriors and the blood clan.

Northern blood clan? The anticipation was palpable.

Originally, Grot could overwhelm Amy and Corso, but now that the northern blood in his body had merged with that of the blood clan, a new blood - fearless blood - had been created.While the fearless blood that resulted from the fusion was not as potent as Betty's royal blood.

Morgen was aware that Betty's existence was on par with Isa, who possessed a golden bloodline. Such beings were extremely rare and exceptional, so he harbored no unrealistic expectations.

In contrast, Grot had exceeded his expectations.

It could be said that Morgen now held an absolute trump card in his hand. No, with Betty by his side, he possessed a pair of aces.

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Additionally, Amy and Corso had recently awakened the blood of the ancient giant and evolved into bronze giants, while Stanley, a level 15 dark priest, would rejoin them in a month at most.

Although Morgen had suffered significant losses in this war, he had gained tenfold in return.

Even if he were to confront the Dark Covenant head-on at that moment, he would no longer feel apprehensive.

After a protracted period, the Dark Covenant's power had significantly waned.

In just one day, they had lost three top combat forces, leaving only four.

Roy, the eight-armed snake demon of the abyss, the skeletal necromancer with the bone dragon, a mysterious man named Nelson who had yet to reveal his true face, and finally Viscount Bernard, who was close to achieving extraordinary status.

After all, he had finally accumulated enough capital to contend with the other party.

Furthermore, there was a crucial piece of information that the Dark Covenant was unaware of.

The Scarlet Mage Tower still remained hidden in the shadows.

This asymmetry of information would ultimately determine the game's outcome.

"Very well, regardless of what transpired in the past, you are now a member of the Holy Light Blood Clan.Grot, the blood clan welcomes you with open arms.”

Morgen extended his hand and patted Grot's two-bladed shoulder, a genuine smile gracing his face.

No matter how hostile he had been before, he now belonged to them.

Upon evolving into a blood clan, humans retained their original memories and personalities.

They would not suddenly transform from a passionate and unrestrained individual into a cold and introverted one simply because they had become a blood clan.

Grot's eyes held a hint of complexity. He glanced at the surrounding second-generation blood and nodded.

They had been enemies just a moment ago, but now they were comrades. The feeling was truly remarkable.

However, he did not dwell on the battles they had fought together. As long as someone was an enemy, they would show no mercy. As a northern warrior who had fought for half his life, he had long been accustomed to such matters.

"Ancestor, the royal bloodline of the north..."

Morgen looked at Grot, who seemed hesitant to continue, and smiled.

"Don't worry, Betty is doing very well. She has not become a blood race but remains a northerner."

Of course, it did not matter if Betty became a blood clan, as she was bound to him through Isa's fetters and a soul contract.

Grot felt slightly relieved. Although he had become a blood clan, he did not want the royal bloodline in the north to be severed.

No one understood the talent of the royal family's blood better than this son of the north. Only the mighty royal family could lead the people of the north.

This was the sole reason why he had paid a great price to save the dying Betty. The north could not be without the royal family.

"Patriarch, Ms. Betty is waiting to see you outside the door."

Just as the two were conversing, a blood clan member outside the door entered the office to report.

"Bring her in."

"Yes."

Before long, Betty, who was slender and tall, carried a massive sword that seemed disproportionate to her frame, and strode into the office with a wild look in her eyes.

It was only at this moment that Morgen got a clear look at Betty's face.

Unlike other girls, Betty's facial features were highly defined, exuding an indescribable heroic beauty. A wildness that could not be suppressed shone in her black eyes.

Upon seeing Betty unharmed, Grot's face lit up with a broad smile, and he pounded his heart with his right hand in two quick steps.

"Good day, Your Highness Betty, the Morton tribe in the north, Grot greets you."

Betty's eyes sparkled when she heard Grot's words, "Grot?" A hint of warmth flashed in her eyes, "I've heard of your name."

After uttering those words, she seemed to recall the past, and her eyes dimmed slightly. "Unfortunately, the Mourton tribe is no longer there, otherwise we may have had the opportunity to fight side by side in the north."

Grot was slightly stunned and looked into Betty's eyes, feeling a bit uneasy. "Your Highness Betty, are you truly the only one left in the northern royal family?"

Betty looked at Grot curiously, "Who told you that?"

"Ah, isn't it? The Nolan Empire and the Glorious Empire broke through the Northern Plateau, the Nolan Empire invaded our land, the Glorious Empire was hunting our royal family, and even the legend took action..."

Betty nodded, and her tone grew heavy. "The general information is accurate, but the legend of the glorious empire is powerful, and the legend of our northern land is not weak.

After the Northern Land was broken through, the royal family, along with 300,000 Northern people, left the Northern Highlands through the Gate of Space.

They now reside in a secret space discovered in the early years of the royal family. The living environment of that secret space is far superior to that of the northern plateau.

Upon hearing this, Grot's face radiated with joy.

"That is to say, we have not lost our inheritance in the north!!"

Betty shook her head, "The soldiers in the north can't lose their inheritance. In fact, if it hadn't been for the royal family's intention to relocate long ago, even if the Nolan Empire and the Glorious Empire were strong, it would not have been possible to rob the Northern Highlands." Speaking of this, Betty stood up.

Although the population of the north was small, all of its people were soldiers, and every person in the north was a formidable warrior.

No one could bully the North.

After hearing Betty's words, Morgen understood a little. No wonder Betty had no reaction to his transformation of Grot into a blood clan.

The inheritance of the north was not broken. A soldier who had left the north for a long time was not that important.

After waiting for the two to finish their conversation, Morgen got straight to the point.

He turned his head and glanced at all the second-generation blood in the house, staring at Grot with burning eyes.

"Grot, the Scarlet Mage Tower is my territory, and no one can unscrupulously use my property as a hunting target.

I need all the information you have about the Dark Covenant.

A hint of iciness flashed in his eyes, conveying an unwavering determination and unwavering perseverance.