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Blood Child Hall.

Only the Blood God Clone was in the hall. The dim light carried faint traces of crimson, lending the hall a hazy air.

The Blood Puppet stood behind him without making a sound, its expression stiff, like a statue.

The Blood God Clone closed his eyes in thought as countless ideas passed through his mind.

In the end, they condensed into a single thought.

He had to gain control of enough troops!

And the higher-end those troops were, the better.

He had gone to such lengths to obtain status and standing in the Darkness World precisely to gain enough influence and military authority. Now, it was time for his identity as a Blood Child to come into play.

But everything would depend on tomorrow. He had a feeling that taking control of military forces would not be so easy.

Even if he was a Blood Child, the upper echelons of the Thirteen Clans of the Blood Race might not choose him.

No matter what, his foundation was still too shallow.

There was no shortage of powerful experts among the Thirteen Clans. Choosing those established powerhouses would undoubtedly inspire more confidence and reassurance than choosing a newly risen Blood Child like him.

Of course, he was not without supporters. If he spoke up, quite a few clans, such as the Gangrel Clan, Bruite Clan, and Tzimisce Clan, would likely offer a certain degree of support.

Especially the Gangrel Clan. He could basically be certain that they would support him.

"The Thirteen Clans of the Blood Race!" The Blood God Clone slowly opened his eyes. His gaze flickered slightly as he pondered something unknown.

Aside from the Blood Race, the other Darkness Breeds were also troublesome.

This great war would certainly involve more than just the Blood Race. Other