Deep in the Alpine mountains rises an ancient castle that few people know about. On a stormy night, the castle, which has not been visited for many years, ushered in a group of uninvited guests.

The three black helicopters are not ordinary planes, but like the military's large transport helicopters.

A dozen men in black slid down the long rope hanging from the helicopter and came to the closed gate of the castle. The heavy gate, with an incomparably old breath, rusty, I don't know how long it has not been opened.

And now, Marcus, the ancestor of the blood clan, is about to smash the gate that has been sealed for endless years.

Blood energy is vast, under the pouring rain, not a drop of rain can touch Marcus's body, and the dark red blood energy fist, carrying the power of ten thousand, blasted towards the gate of the ancient castle.

"Canopy!" Under the unrivalled power of the fist, the rain rained out in all directions like bullets, striking the gate with a sneering sound.

"Boom!", with a loud bang, the mountains echoed, and the heavy iron gate suddenly flew up, and then smashed straight into the ancient castle.

There was a loud noise, and countless bats inhabiting the castle were alarmed, flapping their wings and flying out of the castle, black and pressing, squeaking in the night rain.

Marcus smiled disdainfully, and then strode into the castle, and the dozen or so men in black behind him hurriedly followed. Darkness doesn't affect the Bloodline's eyesight, as they are dark creatures in the first place.

I saw that the castle was dilapidated and empty, with some rotten wood. It is not difficult to see that there are some wooden decorations inside, but because of the age, they have almost been carbonized.

The huge castle, except for a few rooms, has only one hall and a statue in the middle of the hall that is five or six meters high.

At the sight of the statue, Marcus's eyes couldn't help but narrow, and blood light burst out from his eyes.

The statue, carved from a single block of marble, is still white and pure even after countless years, giving people a spotless and solemn beauty.

The sculpture depicts a kind old man, dressed in a wide robe, looking into the distance, holding a staff, in the form of Alexander.

"Huh, does the old man really think he's God?" Marcus sneered, his face disdainful, "Get this thing out of the way for me!"

Marcus' face was gloomy as water.

The dozen or so subordinates behind him hurriedly stepped forward and tried to remove the statue, but with the combined efforts of more than a dozen people, the statue did not move at all, as if it had taken root on the ground.

"Huh?" Marcus couldn't help but wonder. The strength of the blood clan is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is not difficult for a high-level blood clan to lift a thousand catties. A dozen or so high-level blood clans can't even move a statue? Another statue weighing more than a dozen tons is even a small mountain, and it can be moved.

Organs, there must be mechanisms on this statue. However, despite Marcus's memories of Alexander, he did not find any useful information about the opening of the dungeon.

William, the ancestor of the werewolves, was imprisoned in the underground palace of this ancient castle.

"A bunch of garbage, you all get out of the way!" Marcus shouted angrily, and then his right hand was weak, his five fingers were open, and the blood energy in his body surged to the palm of his hand, and a fist-sized blood-colored energy ball immediately condensed out, levitating above his palm.

"Whew!", the dozen or so men in black saw this, and immediately scattered around, seeing Marcus's posture, he didn't know what Marcus wanted to do, then they could really buy a piece of tofu, and it would be better to hit his head and die.

Marcus pushed his right hand forward, and the blood-colored ball of energy shot out like a cannonball, slamming into the statue.

There was no loud noise as the team had expected, and Alexander's huge statue did not shatter with a bang, and the blood-colored ball of energy had submerged into the statue.

Then, the white statue gushed out a layer of blood light, and then, as if ice and snow met fire, "brush!", melted, collapsed, and even the pedestal turned into a pile of white powder.

Marcus waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, and the dust was all over the sky, and the pile of powder on the ground was blown into nothing, and all turned into a puff of smoke.

A pitch-black hole appeared at the base of the statue.

The figure swayed, and Marcus left an afterimage in his place, and rushed into the dark and eerie hole in the ground like lightning. He couldn't wait.

However, no sooner had Marcus rushed into the cave than Marcus's dull roar was heard from underground, and then, under the watchful eyes of the dozen men in black, Marcus rushed out of it.

"How can that be, old man, count you ruthless!" Marcus roared and thundered, only to see that his clothes had become tattered, and a shocking silver arrow was stuck in his shoulder.

The arrow that can ** the ancestor of the blood clan is not an ordinary silver arrow, but on the shaft of the arrow, it actually exudes a faint white light, and faintly, a powerful power fluctuation comes out from that arrow.

Marcus grabbed the shaft of the arrow, pulled out the silver arrow, and then squeezed it hard in his hand, and with a bang, the silver arrow immediately broke in two.

Marcus casually threw the two silver arrows on the ground, and then shouted at the dozen or so silent men, "You fools, why don't you call someone to come and break the mechanism below?" ”

"Yes, master!" the dozen men in black hurriedly rushed out of the castle.

"Boom!", "Boom!", ......

A thunderclap sounded in the air, lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the mountain in an instant, and in the ancient castle, Marcus stared at the hole in the ground, his blood-red eyes burst out from time to time with evil blood light.

In a small town outside the Alps, a man in a raincoat walks into a town shrouded in a rainstorm. The man stopped in front of a house with its own lights on, and then glanced around vigilantly before pushing the door open and entering.

The author in the room was a kind old man with white hair and white eyebrows, and the old man sat quietly with his eyes closed, like a stone statue, motionless.

This person is none other than Alexander, who fought with Marcus to lose both. When the man outside pushed the door open and entered the house, Alexander's eyes opened.

The man who came in took off the raincoat he was wrapping around and hung it on the hanger at the door, and walked in front of Alexander with a reverent look.

This person who came in the rain late at night was also an old man, and not an ordinary old man. He was one of the two surviving archbishops of the Holy See, Able.

"Lord, this is information that has just arrived. Able took out a stack of papers from under his loose garment and respectfully handed it to Alexander.

"Hmm!" Alexander took the stack of papers with the words written on them, and read them carefully one by one. Looking at it, Alexander's brow became more and more wrinkled.

After a few minutes, Alexander let out a long sigh, put down the information in his hand, and muttered to himself, "Unexpectedly, this day has finally come." ”

"Boom!" a thunderclap sounded outside the house, and the rain became heavier.

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East and West, because of the time difference, the West is now in the middle of the night, but the East is in the sunny morning. The cold winter has passed, and the earth has ushered in the early spring full of life.

The creatures that had been dormant all winter were rejuvenated, the leaves were sprouting, the grass was growing on the ground, the grass was growing warblers, and the oriental land was thriving.

Around one o'clock in the morning, Shanghai Pudong Airport, a Boeing 747 passenger plane that usually flies from Europe to Shanghai, slowly landed on the runway.

Then, a group of young foreigners appeared in the departure hall. This group of foreigners is very conspicuous, because among this group of people, the women are beautiful and the men are handsome, and they can't attract attention without attracting attention.

However, what makes people feel a little strange is that among these handsome guys and beautiful women, there is an old man mixed in.

Among this group of young Westerners, there is a presence like a queen. That's a beauty, a beauty with a unique temperament.

With an angelic face and a devilish figure, it is rare that this Western beauty also gives people a pure, comfortable, and comfortable feeling like a spring breeze.

The young woman, and even the old man, who surrounded this Western beauty, had a faint posture of defending the woman in it.

After this group of Westerners left the waiting hall, four black cars drove silently and stopped in front of them. The door opened, and a woman in a black dress and top hat walked out.

The woman also wore a pair of sunglasses on her face.

"Alyssa, I didn't think we would meet in this situation!" The woman who got out of the car was also a Western woman, fluent in English with a European accent.

This woman in a black dress is definitely no worse than Alyssa in terms of appearance, but this woman and Alyssa's temperament is diametrically opposed.

Alyssa is as pure as an angel, but this woman has an evil aura, and she has an upside-down charming charm between her expectations.

"Anna, long time no see. Alyssa stepped forward with a smile, "I'm curious, why are you not afraid of the sun and dare to walk in the sun." ”

These two women, one is the Holy See Lady Elisa, and the other is the little princess Anna of the Field family. One good and one evil, the place of death, has come together, it's incredible.

"Hmph, in this world, there is another thing called sunscreen. Anna put away her smile and said coldly. If it weren't for the common enemy, the ancestor of the Blood Clan, Marcus, these two people would never have come together