Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

Hera lowered her eyes and dodges, then raised her eyes and said with a slight smile:

"I think this organization must have died! With the huge intelligence network of the Temple of the Gods and MI6, we can't find any information now!"

"Although Black Duke Bartel is powerful, he cannot resist the trend of history and can only hide. He chose to protect the Rothschild family, and the Luo family provided them with funds, materials, and blood slaves!"

"Oh, no wonder Rothschild has never implemented a shareholding system or introduced strategic investors!"

Jiang Tian had a hint of enlightenment in his heart and murmured to himself:

"Because the large expenditures and fees given to vampires cannot be explained to most shareholders!"

"And for a family like the Rothschilds to be conservative and have no enterprising spirit, it is contrary to common sense to be able to stand for two hundred years without falling! It can only be explained by the fact that it is backed by a super powerful force!"

In China, the strongest martial arts force in the secular world is undoubtedly the Chinese Dragon Group.

But there are still semi-hidden gates and hidden gates in China, and it is said that there are many old monsters above the divine realm among them.

Then, the West should also have a group of hidden forces outside the Temple of the Gods. Otherwise, the East and West would have long been out of balance.

"Your Excellency Jiang Taichu, I think you should eradicate the root cause and never cause any future troubles. Get rid of the Rothschild family and the Black Count Bartle behind it!"

Hera suggested earnestly, and the holy light filled the air. She held a marked map with both hands and said:

"The Chateau de la Rose, more than ten kilometers north of Paris, is where Battle lives!"

"Hera, you're not helping me."

Jiang Tian did not take the map, but put his hands behind his back, speaking meaningfully.

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

Jiang Tian said with a half-smile: "You want me to help you get rid of the blood clan, which is a serious problem, or make me tired of dealing with the blood clan and no longer have time to deal with the Temple of the Gods and the Holy See, right?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian had already seen through everything.

In an instant, Queen Hera was so shocked that her face turned as white as paper, her whole body was covered in sweat, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.

She slowly retracted the map, fully alert, and forced a smile to say: "Your Excellency Jiang Taichu, you misunderstood me! If you think my well-intentioned suggestion is a conspiracy, then I take back what I said!"

"No matter what you think, I'm going to get rid of them anyway!"

Jiang Tian took the map, then gave her a firm slap on her buttocks, and said with a long laugh:

"Neither the Dark Council, nor the Temple of the Gods, nor even the Holy See, are qualified to be my opponents!"

"Your Excellency Jiang Taichu, Hera has always respected you. How could you be so frivolous towards me!"

Hera's pretty face was flushed red, her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, and she could drip water, and she drank with anger and joy.

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

Jiang Tian gave a bad laugh, soared into the sky, turned into a stream of golden light, and headed into the distance like thunder and lightning.

"Alas, my 'Queen of Heaven' is just a title and has nothing to do with Zeus!"

Hera sighed faintly, suppressing the numbness and intoxication rising in her whole body, stepping on a ray of holy light and chasing after Jiang Tian.

…

When Jiang Tian just entered Paris.

In the northern suburbs of Paris, the Chateau de la Rosa shrouded in dark clouds looks very old and gives people a scary and eerie feeling.

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

In the courtyard, roses and roses were withered, unknown shrubs and weeds were waist-deep, wild cats were running like arrows, and dense bats were flying around.

A black cat squatted on the window sill with a sparrow in its mouth, chewing it squeakingly, its golden pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and it smelled like bloodthirsty.

Around the yard, bare branches of the plane tree pierce the sky like ghost claws.

On the branches, there were dense crowds of crows squatting, their strange eyes looking at the night sky vigilantly.

Whoops!

Several civilian helicopters broke the silence and circled through the billowing black clouds, panicking like bereaved dogs.

Helicopters landed in the open space in the courtyard.

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

"Dad, it's so scary here! Why are there so many crows? I'm getting chills all over!"

The complainer was Nathan's favorite youngest daughter, Annalian.

She has a delicate oval face, and her exquisite makeup is flawless. She wears a waist-supporting evening dress that shows off her tall and perfect figure, with long golden hair shawl, and a pair of exquisite diamond-encrusted jewelry on her head. Little crown.

On her jade-skinned neck, she wears a "Heart of the Ocean" blue diamond necklace, worth at least 100 million euros, and a pair of red suede high heels tailor-made for her by Gucci's chief designer.

The whole figure looks like a bright moon, naturally beautiful, like a high and mighty little princess.

Annalian is very beautiful, but she is definitely not a vase that looks useless. The Annalian cosmetics and Jones jewelry owned by her family, which are worth hundreds of millions of euros, were all made by her.

These two brands have great influence in the world and are now on par with many well-known European luxury brands.

At this moment, being driven away like a lost dog, she said angrily: "That Jiang Taichu can't do anything to us, he must abide by international law!"

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

Raymond beat his chest and felt very anxious.

He never expected that Jiang Taichu would actually conquer Paris and make the whole of France surrender.

Until now, he still feels that it is very unreal, everything seems like a nightmare, a ridiculous nightmare!

It seems like a fairy tale for one person to challenge France, which is one of the five permanent members of the Security Council.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if anyone told him this, he would kick him in the face and call him "nonsense."

"Shut up! If you hadn't caused trouble in Saudoni, how could we be reduced to homeless dogs now!"

Nathan had a vicious appearance and a cold look that could kill people. He raised his hand and slapped Raymond hard on the face.

Snapped!

Raymond was beaten until his nosebleed violently. He stumbled and barely managed to avoid falling to the ground.

Nathan was extremely angry, he didn't expect that Raymond provoked Jiang Taichu to be so powerful.

If he didn't have a little-known trump card, today would probably be the day when the Rothschild family was destroyed.

A three-hundred-year-old foundation was destroyed in one fell swoop!

Raymond was beaten until he was dizzy, his head was buzzing, and he was confused. He covered his face and did not dare to speak.

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

But no one dared to question Nathan's authority. They could only look at each other for a while, shake their heads and sigh, holding back.

Only James seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes were excited. Could it be that his father was summoning..."that"?

Nathan no longer paid attention to Raymond and others.

He quickly walked to a circular marble altar in the courtyard facing the door, and knelt down respectfully facing the castle door.

This castle has not been cleaned for I don’t know how many years. It is dirty and dirty. The circular altar is full of rotten leaves and bird droppings.

But Nathan knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation, his forehead even touching the bird droppings.

Seeing this scene, Annalian was shocked and puzzled, and her clear and beautiful eyes almost stared out of her eyes.

My father is a person who can be on equal terms with President Sanchito. What kind of big shot made him respect and kneel down so much?

At this moment, Mr. Nathan took out a knife and cut his palms, raised his bleeding hands, and knelt down continuously.

Then he ignored the severe pain, pressed his hands on the grooves on the altar, and said loudly with a pious look on his face:

"Dear Lord Blood God Battle, your loyal slave, little Nathan of the Rothschild family, please help!"

"Blood God Battle? Is our family actually the slaves of Blood God Battle?"

Annalian looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

She has heard too many legends about Battle since she was a child. In these legends, Battelle is the god who guards France!

Legend has it that he was the son of French Marshal Gilles during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and he fought alongside Joan of Arc.

Later, he studied alchemy with his father, discovered the power of blood, killed more than 3,000 British prisoners, and finally summoned the descendant of the first generation vampire Cain, condensed into an immortal vampire body, and made a great contribution to repel the British army. credit.

The blood in Nathan's palm kept flowing, pouring into the six-pointed star and various beautiful patterns on the marble table.

The blood seemed to be alive, constantly flowing and trembling in the grooves of the six-pointed star, changing rapidly, and emitting streams of magnificent red light, shrouding him in it.

At this time, everyone clearly felt that a mysterious and strange force had awakened or turned on.

Just when everyone was in shock and doubt, a dazzling bloody light flew rapidly from a distance.

That bloody light was dozens of meters long and extremely sharp, like a bloody blade cutting through the sky, illuminating half of the sky red.

The bloody light was like a sharp blade, extremely sharp, and the wide tail was rising and falling, as vast as the sea, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, as if it was about to sweep across the nine heavens.

Wherever he passed, high-rise buildings collapsed tragically, and corpses were wrapped in blood.

The billowing blood was filled with evil energy and extremely ferocious.

There were hundreds of corpses and even the wreckage of many tanks and armored vehicles floating in it.

"This is...the Lord Blood God is here!"

Nathan's face was ecstatic, as if a believer had seen a god. He was so excited that his whole body was trembling, tears streaming down his face, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"There were rumors in the past that a count-level vampire could repel tens of thousands of troops in a battle! Before, I didn't believe it, but now, I do!"

Behind Nathan, a strong mercenary in military uniform looked at the sky with emotion, his mouth bitter.