If the blood of vampires can convert humans into such monsters, then why didn't Qin Xin do this? Such a giant beast is much stronger than an ordinary soldier.

"Because it is too inefficient to use ordinary people to convert." Carrie replied. "Experiments show that most ordinary people will die during the conversion process, and the people who successfully turn into beast-turned vampires are less than one percent, or even less than one thousand. If you want to improve the efficiency of conversion, the person being converted must be a black magician who practices black magic. These beast-turned vampires are a group of killers who are crazy for blood. The purpose of their existence is to eat, swallow flesh and bone marrow. The value of the black magician on the battlefield is much higher than a giant beast with nothing but bloodthirsty desire. In situations like Cade, it is hard to come by."

"You must control them carefully. I suggest you should put them in a cage covered with black cloth, so that they will not go crazy when they see something alive. And, master, do you remember the last prophecy that Leya gave you?"

"I remember, what kind of giant beast she said, half like a bat..." Ash Rufate instantly realized that the beast-like vampire around him was just matching Leya's description.

However, at that time, Leya was only half of it, so Ashu Rufate didn't understand what this meant.

"Master, I seem to have told you that Leya has the power to predict the future, but her brain cannot process huge amounts of information, which makes her predictive ability very flawed, which is a waste of money for us. But this time, the situation seems a little different. I can feel that she tried her best to overload her brain... In fact, if she delayed for a few more seconds, maybe her brain would be broken."

"Broken?"

"Well, the usual result is to become an idiot from now on. Of course, death is possible."

"Carrie!" Ashu Rufat shouted angrily in his heart.

"Master, please don't blame me. Even I can't stop what's in her mind." Carrie replied in an innocent voice. "She can no longer recall the scene she saw at that time. I have asked this. But we must pay attention to what she said. On the battlefield in the future, the Ryans placed cannons on a high ground on the left wing... Since she said it was a strange cannon, it was probably the so-called "continuous wind cannon". I think this is likely to be a key information for you, please remember it."

At this time, Ash Rufate had activated the associated anchor point. As the stone shone brightly, a portal suddenly appeared. After a short period of time, he brought the beastly vampire to his main force, and soon put the giant beasts into a cage covered with black cloth as Carrie said.

After all this, it was approaching dusk. Ashu Rufate temporarily left the others and came to the group of ghouls. The number of ghouls was not as many as others imagined. After the last war with the Bin tribe, the number of these creatures was further reduced. At this moment, there were only a few thousand people controlled by Ashu Rufate. Moreover, their number was difficult to further expand.

These stinky monsters squirmed uneasily, forming a circle, crawling around Ash Rufate. These ghouls are different from ordinary undead creatures. They actually have a certain degree of intelligence. These creatures are not born warriors. In fact, without the control of black magic, ghouls can easily escape from battle. They do not fight because of instinct, but fight under the will of Ash Rufate or the black magician. Therefore, although the ghoul's minions have natural toxins (half is secreted by the body and the other half is the result of the rotten flesh), they are theoretically more powerful than other undead creatures, but are not that good in actual combat.

"Is this enough?" Asu Rufat asked, looking at the group of ghouls around him.

"It's only this to increase combat power in such a short time." Carrie replied in his mind. "This will cause great harm and burden on your body..."

Ash Rufate did not answer, and accompanied by a magical summoning, the Withering Sword appeared in his right hand. He stretched out his left hand and used the sword to cut a wound on his arm, and blood immediately poured out.

His blood looks no different from the blood of ordinary humans, at least very similar in color and smell. But Ashrufate knew that his blood contained mysterious power, enough to turn humans into alien monsters.

He frowned and called out to a recent ghoul.

The ghoul hesitated to get up and took a step towards him. But through the sensing of the black magic, it immediately confirmed the order of Ashu Rufate. A surprise light appeared in the red eyes of the creature, and quickly rushed towards Ashu Rufate, rushed to him, and then opened its foul dirty mouth and began to lick his wounds.

Ashu Rufat groaned, not only physical pain, but also mental disgust. He immediately ordered the ghoul who had already taken a sip of his blood to get out and let the next one come up.

It was hard to tell how long this lasted, but when Ash Rufate finally stopped this almost self-harm behavior, it was completely dark. He drove away the last ghoul who had drunk his blood, staggered a few steps, leaning against a large rock to avoid falling.

He remembered that he was injured by Wendyne's sword, and a lot of blood was bleeding from the wound at that time. But it was obvious that the blood he shed that time could not be compared with this time. That time his wound was very painful, but even if it was painful, he had the ability to struggle all the way away. This time his condition was even worse. At this moment, he was dizzy and weak, and he had to rely on this stone to prevent him from falling down. The first thing he felt was that the Withering Sword in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly bear this weight.

Too much blood loss! For some reason, this word immediately came to my mind. For those who have experienced war, this word is not something strange. If the wound is too big and cannot stop bleeding, humans will die because of it. Some scholars have once verified that after the battle, at least half of the injured died of excessive blood loss. Ashu Rufate himself has seen similar scenes, watching the originally energetic young people slowly lose their lives as the blood passes.

Will I lose too much blood? He asked himself in his mind. But his reason immediately denied this view. If there was any danger in life, Carrie would have reminded him a long time ago.

But then again, this state is really not good. This is not only the weakness of the body, but also the weakness of the senses. His originally keen dark vision seemed to have left him at this time, and his vision was hazy. He could not see clearly the place a little further away, and he could only see the group of ghouls at close range.

How many ghouls had just drunk his blood? Maybe there were hundreds, maybe thousands. He was not sure. But there should be a large number. Although his eyesight had dropped drastically, he could still see a few ghouls who had just drunk his blood. The eyes of these creatures changed from light red to dark red, restless and kept making a low and belligerous roar.

Anyone can tell that these originally cowardly ghouls are now trapped in a craze for killing. If Eshu Rufate hadn't been here and used black magic to suppress them, they might have killed each other without being able to control themselves. But nothing else seems to have changed apart from this.

"Carrie...is this what you call strengthening combat power?" Ashu Rufate asked, struggling. "Make them more brave and warlike?"

"In fact, the transformation takes a little time. Now it's just a preliminary transformation." Carrie replied in his mind. "Master, you are really not optimistic about your physical condition."

"I don't even have the strength to stand." Ashu Rufate had to admit his state. "Not to mention fighting."

There was a severe pain coming from the wound on his arm. Ashrufat knew that his pain had become lower than that of humans, and his body's tenacity and recovery ability were far superior to that of humans, but the wound was still very painful. Perhaps this was because the wound was touched by the ghoul's dirty mouth, so it became difficult to close. But perhaps this showed that his power became weaker as the blood flowed.

At this time, he wrapped the wound with a bandage he carried with him, but a small amount of blood still oozed out of the bandage.

"The healing rate of wounds has also slowed down. Master, this is a proof of your physical weakness." Carrie replied in an analytical tone in his mind. "It seems that the blood loss is even worse than expected."

"You seem to say that this is a price that must be paid."

"It's much worse than I expected. I just analyzed your physical fitness and it seems that your strength has weakened to a limit. Now you can't stay in the army, because any person's misconduct will pose a fatal threat to you. Go back to the castle first. Use the modulation sink to restore your strength in the shortest possible time."

Ash Rufate nodded weakly. In his current state, even if he stays in the army, he can't do anything. As for the army, he doesn't have to worry too much. Carrie can communicate magically with the black magicians in his name and remotely control the movements of the army. He had just issued a convening order. At noon tomorrow, all the generals of the Immortal Legion - actually those black magicians - will gather together to convene relevant military meetings. This is the first meeting he held after the news that the enemy was detouring behind. Everyone will understand that this is actually the last meeting before the war.

A door of energy shining with glimmers emerged from the air. When the door of teleportation emerged, he clearly heard a crisp sound from the anchor point on his body, just like the sound of ice cubes collapsing.

However, Ashu Rufate had no intention of taking this into consideration. The feeling just now was actually fine, at least better than now. This time, he had to do his best to take a few steps.

He stumbled into the portal. At the moment he entered, he seemed to hear the roar of the ghoul. But all this was no longer important, because the world was turned upside down in front of him. When he realized that he was falling on the ground of the castle, his thinking ability quickly faded.

"Master!" Carrie's cry seemed to be heard in his mind. But the sound was too far away to stimulate his almost numb mind. He was too weak, too tired, and too tired, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead cast. Carrie's call went away, and he lay on the ground, motionless.

A metal ball came out from somewhere, quickly approached him, and then "stickled" his body, leading his body away from this closed and hidden space.
Chapter completed!