Chapter 650： Backstage of Rothschild, Count Blood

Hera's eyes fell, her eyes dodging, then she glared and smiled slightly:

"I think this organization should have perished! With the Temple of the Gods and the huge intelligence network of MI6, no information can be found now!"

"Although the Black Duke Bartle is strong, he can't resist the historical trend and can only hide. He chose to shelter the Rothschild family, and the Luo family gave them money and material, and the support of blood slaves!"

"Oh, no wonder Rothschild has not pursued a joint-stock system and did not introduce strategic investors!"

There was a hint of enlightenment in Jiang Tian's heart, and he muttered to himself:

"Because of the large expenditure and expenses for vampires, it cannot be explained to most shareholders!"

"And Rothschild, an old-fashioned, non-aggressive family that can stand for two hundred years without failing, is contrary to common sense! It can only be explained by relying on a superpower!"

In Huaxia, the strongest martial force in the world is undoubtedly the Huaxia Dragon Formation.

But there are also semi-hermit doors and hermit doors in Hua Xia. It is said that there are many old monsters above the **** state.

Well, the West should also have a number of hidden forces outside the Temple of the Gods, otherwise the East and West would have been out of balance.

"Her Excellency Jiang Taichu, I think you should cut off the grass and eradicate the root cause, and get rid of the future, get rid of the Rothschild family and the Black Earl Bartle behind it!"

Hera suggested in earnest that the light was permeating, and with both hands a map of the signs, saying:

"Rosa Castle, more than ten kilometers north of Paris, is the habitat of Battle!"

"Hera, you are not helping me."

Jiang Tian did not pick up the map, but carried his hands on his shoulders, which meant a lot of authenticity.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Hera was startled.

Jiang Tian smiled and said with a smile: "You want me to help you get rid of the blood tribe, or make me tired of dealing with the blood, and have no time to deal with the temple of the gods and the Holy See, right?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tianzhe had already seen everything.

For a moment, Hera's face was as pale as paper, sweaty, and her body trembling slightly.

She slowly retracted the map, guarding herself, and forced herself to smile: "Her Excellency Jiang Taichu, you have misunderstood me! If you think my kind suggestion is a conspiracy, then I take back my words!"

"Whatever you think, I want to get rid of them anyway!"

Jiang Tian took the map, and then patted her on her upright hips, and laughed a long time:

"Either the Dark Council or the Temple of the Gods, or even the Holy See, is not qualified to be my opponent!"

"Her Excellency Jiang Taichu, Hera always respects you. How can you be so frivolous to me!"

Hera Qiao's face was flushed, her eyes were filled with mist, and she could drip the water, drinking it like a smile.

"You have to be two hundred years old. I didn't expect to keep it so well! Zeus is dead, you must be very lonely!"

Jiang Tian laughed badly, rising into the air, turning into a golden streamer, thunder and lightning, and headed away.

"Well, my" Queen "is just a title. It has nothing to do with Zeus!"

Hera sighed quietly, suppressing the numbness and intoxication rising from her whole body, stepping on a holy light, and chasing toward Jiang Tian.

When Jiang Tian had just entered Paris.

In the northern suburbs of Paris, the old castle under the cover of dark clouds looks very old and gives a terrifying and eerie feeling.

The rusty wrought iron gate was closed tightly and covered with unknown vine plants.

In the courtyard, roses and roses withered, unknown bushes and weeds were waist-deep, wild cats ran like arrows, and densely packed bats flew.

A black cat crouched on a window sill with a sparrow on it, chewing crunchily, the golden pupil narrowed to the tip of a needle, and it smelled like blood.

Around the yard, a branch of bare platanus pierced into the sky like a ghost claw.

On the branch, squatting dense crows, strange eyes watched the night sky alertly.

Woohoo!

Several civilian helicopters broke the silence and hovered through the black clouds, like dogs of a bereavement.

A helicopter landed on the open space in the yard.

The hatch opened, and under the guard of many bodyguards, a group of luxuriously dressed but slightly embarrassed members of the Rothschild family hurried out.

"Dad, it's terrible here! Why are so many crows, I'm chilling all over!"

The complaint was Nathan's favorite little daughter, Anna Lin.

She has a delicate face of sunflower seeds, exquisite makeup without any imperfections, a waist-up evening dress highlighting her bulging and perfect figure, long golden hair shawl, and a delicate diamond on the top. Little crown.

On the skin-like jade neck, she wears a "heart of the sea" blue diamond necklace, worth at least 100 million euros, and steps on a pair of red suede heels tailored for her by Gucci's chief designer.

The whole portrait is bright and bright moon, born with natural beauty, like a little princess standing high.

Annalian is very beautiful, but it is definitely not a fancy vase. Her family's hundreds of millions of euros of Annalian cosmetics and Jones jewelry are made by her.

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At this moment, she was driven like a bereavement dog. She was very aloof: "Jiang Taichu couldn't treat us like that, he always obeyed international law!"

"Dad, at this time, we should go abroad! What's the use here?"

Raymond topped his chest and became restless.

He never expected that Jiang Taichu actually broke through Paris and defeated the whole France.

Until now, he still felt very unreal, everything seemed like a nightmare, an absurd nightmare!

It is a myth that one person challenges France and is one of the five permanent members.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, anyone told him this way, he would kick over and yell "ghost talk".

"Shut up! If it weren't for you doing things in Sodoni, how could we be now bereaved dogs!"

Nathan's evil appearance, Sen Leng's gaze can kill people, raising his hand is a heavy earscraper drawn on Raymond's face.

Snapped!

Raymond was beaten with nosebleeds, and his feet were crippled so that he did not fall to the ground.

Nathan was so angry that he did not expect Raymond to provoke Jiang Taichu so powerfully.

If it weren't for his own little-known hole card, it could well be the day when the Rothschilds fall.

Three hundred years of foundation, ruined once!

Raymond was dizzy, his head buzzed, and he froze, covering his face and not daring to speak.

In fact, the members of the Rothschild family were very puzzled about why Nathan brought everyone to this place.

But Nathan's authority, no one dare to question, can only face each other, shook his head and sighed, and could not bear it.

Only James seemed to remember something, and his eyes were agitated. Wouldn't his father be calling "that"?

Nathan stopped paying attention to Raymond and others.

He hurriedly walked to a round marble altar facing the door in the courtyard, kneeling respectfully at the door of the castle.

This castle has not been cleaned for many years, it is dirty, and the round altar is full of corrupt leaves and bird droppings.

But Nathan did not hesitate to kneel down and scratch his forehead, hitting the guano on his forehead.

Seeing this scene, Anna Lin was shocked and puzzled, and her clear beautiful eyes did not hang out.

His father was a character who could talk to President Sanchi all the time. What big man made him so respectful and so kneel?

At this moment, he saw Mr. Nathan take out a knife to cut through his palm, hold up his bleeding hands, and worship continuously.

Then, despite his pain, he rested his hands on a groove in the altar, and exclaimed piously:

"Dear Lord Blood, your faithful slave, the little Nathan of the Rothschild family, ask for your help!"

"Battel the blood god? Is our family actually slaves to the blood **** Batler?"

Anna Lian was shocked and couldn't believe it.

She had heard the legend about too many battles since she was a child. In these legends, Battle is the **** who guards France!

Legend has it that he was the son of French Field Marshal Giles during the British-French Centennial War, and fought alongside Joan of Arc.

Later, he and his father studied alchemy, discovered the power of blood, killed more than 3,000 British prisoners, and finally summoned the descendants of the first vampire Cain, condensed into the body of the undead blood, and set a good example for the British army Credit.

The blood of Nathan's palm kept flowing, infused into the six-pointed star and various beautiful patterns on the marble platform.

The blood seemed to be alive, flowing and trembling in the groove of the six-pointed star, changing rapidly, and emitting a magnificent red light, covering him.

At this time everyone clearly felt that a mysterious and strange power was awake or turned on.

Just when everyone was in doubt, a dazzling light of blood flew from a distance.

That blood light, which is tens of meters long, is extremely powerful, like cutting the blood blade of the sky and shining a red sky for a long time.

Blood shines like a sharp blade, with extreme sharpness, and its wide tail is soaring and surging.

Wherever he passed, high-rise buildings crumbled, and a corpse was caught in blood.

Billowing blood, fierce and fierce.

Hundreds of corpses, and even the wreckage of many tank and armored vehicles, floated in it.

"This is the Lord Blood God!"

Nathan's face was ecstatic, like a believer seeing a god, and he was so excited that he smashed across the river and nodded.

"In the past, there were rumors that an Earl-level blood race could repel tens of thousands of troops in World War I! Previously, I didn't believe it, but now I believe it!"

Behind Nathan, a mercenary strong man in a uniform, looking at the sky with emotion, mouth bitter.