Belief In The Kingdom of God

"According to the information I have inquired about, it is said that China, Neon, and Stars and Stripes are negotiating. It seems that... they plan to assign certain places to the dark creatures of the Dark Councillor and recognize their rule."

"All of Europe?" The middle-aged man looked serious and somewhat ugly.

The old man hesitated, first nodded, then shook his head: "It shouldn't be the whole of Europe... But to be honest, even if the whole of Europe is really assigned to that group of blood, I don't feel strange at all."

"Since ancient times, this European area has been the base camp of the blood races and werewolves, and their blood is everywhere in the area."

"Even in Europe, their existence as a myth has become a kind of culture and is integrated here. Whether it is the national government or the chaebol, almost all members of their blood clan control."

"What's more, in terms of strength, the strength of the group of dark councillors is even higher than that of the Three Kingdoms of China. There are only four ancestors of the fourth level. What if you don't admit it?"

As he kept talking, the old man said: "It is estimated that this is also a part of the agreement in the previous covenant, and it is also one of the subsidiary conditions."

The middle-aged man frowned and nodded for a long time.

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Above a gloomy castle, the breath of ancient years continues to emerge, and a sense of historical precipitation is oncoming, making people feel the vicissitudes of life and sadness.

This is a famous local private castle. It is said to have a history of three thousand years. It is very old and can almost be regarded as a cultural relic.

Of course, this is only an external statement. In fact, anyone who really understands this castle will understand that the history of this castle is more than three thousand years.

In the past, there are often not many people here, but recently it has been the opposite. There are constantly outsiders entering here, and each of them seems to be rich or expensive, which makes some people feel weird.

After all, although this castle is an antique, to be honest, thousands of years old is not a good place to live. On the contrary, it is cold and uncomfortable.

It must be unpleasant to stay in it for a long time.

But under this circumstance, the number of people who entered during this period has increased unabated, and there are a steady stream of people entering it, and each of them has a prominent identity, which is eye-catching.

Among them, there are local European chaebols, a high-ranking official, and even the prime ministers and kings of certain countries have come several times, shocking some people who don't know the situation.

But in the eyes of some interested people, this situation shows certain phenomena.

Europe has been the territory of the blood family since ancient times. Not only the major consortia, but even the royal families of various European countries, most of them are vampire families. In this case, the blood family represents the entire Europe.

And the occurrence of this situation meant that for the first time the blood family that had dominated the Blue Star for countless years began to panic.

In the cold castle, people kept walking in.

"Your Excellency Caral... are you here too?" Outside the castle, a handsome young man looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said.

This man was wearing a red dress with half-white hair and beard. Although he was middle-aged, he was still very handsome. He had a time-satisfaction and vicissitudes of life, which made one couldn't help but stare at him.

"Your Excellency Jessm, you are here too." Karaal turned around and was stunned as he watched Jessm's figure coming from a distance.

"If I remember correctly, you should be in China at this time, why are you back?" Karaal smiled, looking very kind, like a gentle middle-aged uncle caring about his younger generation.

However, seeing his expression in this scene, Jessm sneered in his heart.

Someone once said that most vampires are not good people, because vampires are not humans. The so-called good and bad standards of ordinary people have no meaning to vampires, just as humans never think that killing animals is evil.

Therefore, according to human standards, most vampires are not good people.

Although it is not without exception, the one in front of Jessm is definitely not.

Being a blood clan, during a long period of time, Jessm had witnessed the past of this one before him, and deeply understood that this was by no means as harmless as it seemed on the surface, but rather an executioner-like character.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

There was also a gentle smile on his face, as if he had seen his elders: "After all, the entire Wang Ting has issued a summoning order. In addition, China’s recent strangulation of our blood clan has become more and more serious. I will never Come back, I'm afraid you won't see me."

"In fact, with the exception of a few of us, the other tribesmen in Huaxia have almost all been killed up to now and have been cleaned up by the Huaxia government." He said here, his face gradually became cold, not at all what it was before. Vice-moderate look.

Of course, this is a lie. A large part of the vampires on Huaxia's side were killed by their own hands, in order to prevent the disclosure of their news, and to make the blood kings of Europe wary.

But on the surface, he didn't show any sensuality.

Caral on the opposite side also had no doubts.

After all, right now, almost the entire world is shouting and killing their blood, and China is one of the leading ones.

In fact, for Jessm to be able to return to Europe alive, this is what he finds strange.

At this time, the figures outside gradually increased, and a queen wearing a crown, with a thick layer of blood shrouded in her body, walked in with indifference.

"That is, Queen Gertis, this time even she is here?"

Seeing the queen, Jasm hadn’t said anything, but Caral sighed first, with some shock in his eyes: "The owner of this castle, plus Queen Gertis, two princes are here in just a short time. here."

The opposite Jasm was noncommittal and just shrugged: "I'm afraid it's more than that."

"In my opinion, maybe even the last lord will come."

There was an unpredictable smile on his face, which looked a little mysterious.

With the induction power of the fourth-level ancestor of Jesm, he clearly sensed that in the depths of the castle, in addition to the aura of Queen Gertis, there are also two terrifying and huge auras emerging, carrying the unique blood power of the blood family. .

"Very well, the three princes of the blood clan, all are here now." This thought flashed in his heart, and a cold smile couldn't help but twitched on the corner of his mouth.

Oppositely, Caral shook his head, thinking he was joking.

"The time is almost here, we should almost go in too." He looked at the time and said.

Jessm nodded, and walked in with a few people around him.

Inside, a grand meeting is being held, and seats after another are filled everywhere for many blood races to sit down.

This is the kinship council that has been handed down for a long time. In the tradition, only the supreme king of the kinship is qualified to hold it.

The kinship is a race that attaches great importance to hierarchy. The level of the bloodline is the only criterion for dividing the status of the kinship. It is the established iron rule that the lower-level kinship obeys the high-ranking kinship.

This kind of rule is especially obvious in this kind of blood council.

In this kind of parliament, although the blood races above the baron are all eligible to participate, in fact, the blood races below the earl have no right to speak and only have the right to listen.

If you want to speak in this kind of place, you need at least the strength of the Marquis.

Jessm looked at his seat below and smiled coldly.

He was originally a Viscount. Strictly speaking, he was considered a lower-ranked blood clan, so naturally he couldn't sit on the upper ranks, and he was also the kind of hard-working that could only be listened to.

Around, other people took their place one after another, taking their place according to their own status. Most of the blood races did not even dare to look up to the front, the three terrifying figures.

Those are the three aloof kings, whose vitality is as powerful as the sun. The bloodline's majesty weighs on countless people in the presence of fear and can only surrender.

This is the oppression of the upper blood family on the lower blood family. The strength of the third-level limit is already extremely powerful, and coupled with this terrifying blood pressure, the name of the blood king is well-deserved.

Facing this terrifying bloodline majesty, Jessm certainly feels nothing now, and even feels a little empty, and feels his breath is extremely weak inside.

Even if Jasm let go of his own suppression and release the majesty of the ancestor-level bloodline, he would be able to suppress the prestige of the three princes in front of him on the spot, and even suppress them.

He sneered coldly, feeling extremely disdainful of these three-headed blood princes' lofty actions.

"For such a rotten and arrogant blood royal court, instead of sending meat to the group of humans, it is better to let us dark councillors replace it." He looked at the three majestic princes in front of him, with a touch of mockery on his face, and his heart flashed. After this thought.

"Ant, get out!" Behind him, a low voice sounded at this moment, with an extremely tyrannical tone in his tone.

The swift and strong wind quickly pressed the pressure in the air, and carried the air flow forward.

bump!

Without a doubt, Jessm took the punch lightly, expressionless on his face, looking behind him.

It was a tall, aggressive-looking blood race. At this time, Jessm was holding his fist, and a slightly surprised expression appeared on his face: "A mere viscount can actually take a punch from me."

Listening to what he said, Jesm's face was extremely cold.

That big man was an earl, he didn't leave his hand at all in the punch just now, with terrifying power.

If Jessm is still the strength of the past, even if the blood clan's vitality is strong, under this blow, he will end up with a serious injury and dying.

A ray of killing intent rushed into my mind, but on the surface, Jesm didn't have any abnormalities, just smiled gently, and said very humblely: "This is the reason why you are merciful to my subordinates, my lord."

He put the blood on the blood in his heart, but it didn't show it at all. On the contrary, he seemed to be frightened, and he quickly stepped aside.