Chapter 1555

No one knew that the Prince of Blood had returned to Europe.

And brought back some members of the Rothschilds.

Jacob was the representative of the Rothschilds who had been sent to assist the Rothschilds, and since the Vestal War, his status in the family had plummeted, and he had to do all the dirty work.

Following a murderous person like the Prince of the Blood Clan is naturally not a good errand.

However, Jacob knew in his heart that this was the only way out for him.

He wants revenge.

He wants to have power.

Late at night, deep inside the castle of Bruch.

The thick darkness continued to roll and twist in the depths of Bruch Castle, and from time to time there were bursts of hellish wails, and a figure crept closer.

Not yet close to the darkness.

Suddenly, a blood-colored light shot out, and a tentacle made of blood condensed entangled the figure and hung upside down in the air.

"Rothschild boy, what the hell are you doing?" said an eerie voice in 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 upside down there is Jacob of the Rothschilds.

A figure slowly crept out of the tumbling darkness.

Jacob's eyes shrank.

The figure was terrifying, pitch black, covered with golden lines, with a bare head, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a pair of huge bat wings spread out, like a demon crawling out of hell.

His hands and feet were claws, feet long, and they slashed across the ground with a piercing sound, and deep marks appeared in the ground.

The hideous head was pressed against Jacob's face and let out a wry grin: "You want me to give you strength?"

from each other's voices.

Jacob heard that it was the Prince of Bruch.

Could this be the true face of the Bloodline?

Contrary to that handsome appearance, under the other party's scarlet gaze, Jacob felt as if his heart was about to burst, and a large amount of blood flowed backwards, as if his own blood was about to rush out of his body under the other party's eyes.

"Do you know the price of the power of the great Prince of Blood? ”

Cold claws swept across Jacob's face.

Pulling out streaks of blood, the pain was incomparable.

Jacob's face was covered in blood, and there was a thick fear and hatred in his eyes, which intertwined, causing his entire pupils to darken more and more, and finally to the entire eye socket, leaving only black in his eyes.

"I know that as long as I am given strength, no matter what the cost, I am willing, I want power, I want the power to control everything in this world. ”

Jacob roared, his face hideous and contorted.

Since the war with Long Xiaoshan.

He knew that the money and power he believed in in the past were all floating clouds, and strength was the only one, and it was precisely because of his strong power that Long Xiaoshan was able to kill the Five Kings, defeat the European Union, and stand at the top of the world.

What is the heir to the Rothschilds.

Even if he really inherited the family, in Long Xiaoshan, in the eyes of a strong man like the Prince of the Blood Clan, the powerful Rothschild family was just a paper tiger that could be easily annihilated.

No.

He wants strength.

To become Long Xiaoshan, a person like the Prince of the Blood Clan who can control powerful forces.

Even if you fall into a demon.

In this world, the strong are respected, and the weak are only worthy of being pigs, just like the Eskimos, he Jacob would never want to be reduced to such a lowly existence.

"Give me strength, give me great strength, Your Highness, I will be a slave and restore the glory of the bloodline. Jacob roared.

Prince Bruch looked at Jacob, whose eyes were shrouded in darkness, and smiled.

Raising a paw, he pinched Jacob's head: "Since you sincerely beg, the great Prince of the Blood, Torredo Bruch, will grant you eternal and immortal power......"

Roar!

Prince Bruch opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, and bit Jacob's neck fiercely, blood splattering.

Jacob screamed.

But the thick darkness soon swept over, drowning Prince Bruch and Jacob at the same time, and Jacob's screams disappeared into the darkness.

A week later.

Two people walked out of the castle.

A handsome man, impressively the Prince of the Blood Clan, Bruch.

Standing next to him was Jacob, who looked the same as usual, but if you looked closely, his skin was paler than before, his eye sockets were a little deeper, and his black pupils gave him a little more mysterious temperament.

"Jacob, you have investigated the powerhouses of the underworld. ”

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, we have basically found out the whereabouts of the top fifty powerhouses on the blood list, except for a few who do not know their whereabouts, the others have been collected. ”

"Good. There was a glimmer of blood in Bruch's eyes: "It's been a long time since I've tasted powerful blood, and I hope that the current blood list powerhouse can surprise me a little." ”

He grabbed Jacob and smacked.

Disappeared out of thin air.

There seemed to be an afterimage in the sky.

Eastern Europe, the small town of Femia, a speakeasy.

Few people know that this is the base camp of the "Blood and Bone Mercenary Group", the Blood and Bone Mercenary Group, the top five mercenary groups in the European dark world, and the leader is the top powerhouse ranked twelfth on the blood list, "Blood Axe" Chapman.

At this time, there was jubilation in the speakeasy, today was the day of the breakthrough of "Blood Axe" Chapman, who had just been successfully promoted to the S+ rank, and the entire mercenary group members were celebrating.

In the underground world, what determines the true strength of an organization is the top combat power.

There are not many people in the Blood and Bone Mercenary Group, only more than thirty, compared with the large mercenary groups such as Skeleton Dragon, Blood Phoenix, etc., which often have hundreds or thousands of people, the members are pitiful, but the Blood Bone can be compared with these large mercenary groups, because of the strength of the "Blood Axe" Chapman.

Now that he has broken through the S+ rank, he is likely to reach the top 10 of this year's blood list.

The entire mercenary group must be rising, ranking high, famous, high commissions, and more business, and everyone is naturally happy.

The atmosphere was frenetic.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and two people came in, wrapped in trench coats and hats, looking down on their faces.

The revelry in the room suddenly stopped.

All the people of the Flesh and Bone Mercenary Regiment stared at the two who came in.

Today is a private carnival of their mercenary group, and outsiders are not invited at all, and today the bar has stopped business, and even the door is locked, how can anyone suddenly walk in.

"Who are you?" Looking at the two people who didn't even show their faces, the Bloody Bone Mercenary Group became vigilant.

"Jacob, these people are handed over to you. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

Wow!

The slightly shorter man suddenly rushed out like lightning, and the member of the Bloodbone Mercenary Regiment closest to him was shocked that something was wrong, grabbed the big sword on the table, and just raised it, his chest was cold, he looked down, only to see that his chest had been pierced by an arm.

The arm jerked out, grabbing out a huge heart, still beating.

(End of chapter)