No one knew that the Blood Prince had returned to Europe.
And brought back some members of the Rothschild family.
Jacob is the representative sent by the Rothschild family to assist the Rothschild family. Since the war of Vesta, his status in the family has plummeted, and he does all the dirty work.
It is naturally not a good thing to follow a cruel person like the vampire prince.
However, Jacob knew in his heart that this was his only way out.
He wants revenge.
He wants to have power.
Late at night, deep inside Bruch Castle.
The thick darkness was constantly rolling and twisting in the depths of Bruch Castle. From time to time, hellish wailing sounds could be heard, and a figure quietly approached.
Not yet close to the darkness.
Suddenly a bloody ray of light shot out, and a tentacle made of blood entangled the figure and hung it upside down in the air.
"Boy of the Rothschild family, what are you doing sneakily?" An eerie voice came from the darkness.
"Your Majesty, don't get me wrong. I have no ill intentions. I just want to ask you to give me strength." Hanging there upside down was Jacob of the Rothschild family.
A figure slowly crawled out of the rolling darkness.
Jacob's eyes narrowed.
The figure was very terrifying. It was completely black and covered with golden lines. It had a bald head, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a pair of huge bat wings spread out, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
His hands and feet were equipped with sharp claws, which were about a foot long. They scratched the ground, making a harsh sound, and deep marks appeared on the ground.
The ferocious head was pressed in front of Jacob's face, and he let out a weird smile: "You want me to give you strength?"
from the other side's voice.
Jacob recognized it as Prince Bruch.
Could this be the true face of the vampires?
Contrary to that extremely handsome appearance, under the other person's scarlet gaze, Jacob felt as if his heart was going to explode, and a large amount of blood flowed backwards. It seemed that all his blood would rush out of his body with just one look from the other person.
"Do you know the price for the power given by the great blood prince? The Rothschild boy."
The cold claws scratched Jacob's face.
There were streaks of blood and the pain was excruciating.
Jacob's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of fear and hatred, intertwined together, making his entire pupils darker and darker, and finally spread to the entire eye sockets, leaving only black in his eyes.
"I know that as long as I gain power, no matter what the price, I will do it. I want power, and I want the power to control everything in this world."
Jacob roared, his face ferocious and twisted.
Since the battle with Long Xiaoshan.
Only then did he realize that the money and power he believed in in the past were all clouds, and power was the only thing. It was precisely because of his strong power that Long Xiaoshan was able to kill the five kings, defeat the European Union, and stand on the top of the world.
What does the position of heir to the Rothschild family mean?
Even if he really inherited the family, in Long Xiaoshan, in the eyes of a strong man like the Blood Prince, the powerful Rothschild family is just a paper tiger that can be easily destroyed.
No.
He wants strength.
To become Long Xiaoshan, a blood prince who can control powerful power.
So what if he degenerates into a demon?
In this world, the strong are respected, and the weak only deserve to be reduced to pigs. Just like those Eskimos, he, Jacob, would never want to be reduced to such a lowly existence.
"Give me power, give me a powerful power, His Royal Highness, I am willing to be a slave, restore the blood race glory." Jacobo roared.
Prince Bruch looked at Jacob, who was shrouded in the darkness, smiled.
Raise a claw and pinch Jacob's head: "Since you begged sincerely, the great blood prince Tori Dorodo.
roar!
Prince Bruch opened his mouth, exposing his sharp teeth, biting it on Jacob's neck, and blood splattered.
Jacob screamed.
But the thick darkness quickly swept over and drowned Prince Bruch and Jacob at the same time. The screams of Jacobu disappeared into the darkness.
A week later.
Two people walked out of the castle.
A handsome and beautiful, the Blood Prince Bruch.
Standing next to him is Jacob. Jacob looks no different from usual, but if you look closely, his skin is pale than ever, and the eye socket is a bit deep.
A little mysterious temperament.
"Jacob, you have investigated the strong on the underground world."
"Yes, His Royal Highness, we have basically clarified the whereabouts of the top 50 of the blood list. Except for a few people who do not know the whereabouts, others have been collected."
"Very good." Bruch's eyes permeated a hint of blood: "I haven't tasted strong blood for a long time, I hope the blood list can give me a little surprise now."
He grabbed Jacob, a shout.
It disappeared out of thin air.
There seemed to be a shadow in the high altitude.
Eastern Europe, Fermia Town, a underground bar.
Few people know that this is the base camp of the "Blood Mercenary Corps", the blood bone mercenary group, the top five mercenaries in the European Dark World, and the head of the group is the top strong player in the blood list. "Blood
Ax "Chapman.
At this time, the underground bar is jubilant. Today is the "blood ax" Chapman's breakthrough. He has just been successfully promoted to the S -class. The members of the whole mercenary group are celebrating.
In the underground world, the true strength that determines the true strength of the organization is the top combat power.
There are not many people with blood bone mercenaries. There are only more than thirty. Compared with the large mercenary groups of hundreds of thousands of people, such as skeleton dragons and blood phoenix, members are poor, but blood bones can be with these large maids.
The Corps is the shoulders because of the "blood ax" Chapman's strength.
Now that he breaks through the S -class, it is likely to enter the top ten this year's blood list.
The entire mercenary regiment must have risen high, high ranking, highly famous, high commission, and more business. Everyone is naturally happy.
The atmosphere is extremely enthusiastic.
Suddenly, the door was pushed away, two came in outside, wrapped in a windbreaker, with a hat, looking down on the face.
The indoor carnival suddenly stopped.
All the people of the blood bone mercenaries stared at the two.
Today is the private carnival of their mercenary group. There is no outsiders at all. Today the bar stops the business. Even the door is locked. How can anyone suddenly come in.
"Who are you?" Looking at the two people who didn't even show their faces, the Cross Mercenary Corps was vigilant.
"Jacob, these people give you."
"Yes, His Royal Highness."
Well!
The slightly shorter person suddenly rushed out of lightning, and the members of the recent blood bone mercenary regiment were surprised. He grabbed the big sword on the table. As soon as he raised, his chest was cold, he lowered his head, and saw that his chest had been.
One arm hole was worn.
The arm suddenly pulled out and pulled out a huge heart, which was still beating.