Blood Son Palace.
The Blood God Clone was the only one in the hall. It was dim and gave off a tinge of blood-red, making the hall a little misty.
The blood puppet stood behind him without making any sound. Its expression was stiff like a statue.
The Blood God Clone closed his eyes in deep thought. Many thoughts went through his mind.
In the end, they turned into a thought.
He needed to have enough manpower!
What's more, the higher the military strength, the better.
He worked so hard to gain his status and position in the Darkland because he wanted to have the right to speak and command the military. Now, it was time for the Blood Son status to take effect.
However, everything would depend on tomorrow. He felt that it wasn't easy to gain military power.
Even if he was the Blood Son, the higher authorities of the 13 vampire families might not choose him.
No matter what, he didn't have a strong foundation.
