Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

On the spire of the Scarlet Cathedral, twelve vampire statues came to life at the same time, transforming into ancient vampires with bat wings on their backs.

They were the first generation of vampires transformed by Cain himself, and each of them had the strength comparable to that of a prince. A thick blood mist barrier rose around the church, enough to withstand a nuclear bomb attack.

Ye Qingzhou didn't even look at these defenses, he just simply swung his sword.

"cut."

A plain sword light slashed down.

As soon as the twelve ancient vampires flew into the air, they were turned into bloody mist by the aftermath of the sword energy.

The blood mist barrier that was said to be indestructible was cut like thin paper, and the sword energy continued to move forward, splitting the entire bloody cathedral into two.

Archduke Morgan crawled out of the ruins in a panic, his left arm having disappeared in the sword energy.

He looked in horror at Ye Qingzhou, who was dressed in white and holding a long sword, walking slowly towards him. With every step, the remaining blood energy on the ground evaporated and dissipated.

"You...you can't kill me! I am the direct descendant of Cain! If you kill me, the Blood God will..."

Ye Qingzhou didn't let him finish. With a flick of the Wuji Sword, Grand Duke Morgan's head left his shoulders. Before his consciousness faded, he heard the sword cultivator's faint words:

"Your blood god will never come back."

In the secret vault under the church, a holy grail inlaid with countless rubies suddenly vibrated violently.

The blood in the cup was boiling, forming a vague human face. That was the will of Cain left in the world, ready to come down and punish this arrogant invader.

Ye Qingzhou sensed the unusual movement underground and snorted coldly.

The Wuji Sword flew out of his hand, turning into a stream of light and piercing into the ground. In the secret vault, the bloody face of the Holy Grail had just condensed before it could make a sound before it was pierced by the sword light.

bang~
The Scarlet Holy Grail exploded into countless pieces, each of which turned to ashes in the sword's will. The blood cloud that had accumulated over the West Country for hundreds of years suddenly dissipated, and the long-lost sunshine shone upon the earth.

…………

No. 28 Jinniu Street, on the top floor of Rothschild Bank headquarters.

Lionel Rothschild stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking New York County's most prosperous financial district.

He was shaking a glass of 1945 Romanee-Conti in his hand. The scarlet wine was swirling in the crystal glass, just like the blood beads oozing from the girl's neck last night.

"Mr. Richard, what do you think?"

Lionel asked without turning his head, his voice like a blade wrapped in silk.

In the middle of the office, shipping tycoon Richard Howard clenched his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white.

The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and fell on the Persian carpet worth millions. Behind him, his twelve-year-old daughter Emily was trembling like a frightened deer.

"Mr. Rothschild... I can mortgage all my assets, even... even accept a 30% interest rate..." Richard's voice was as dry as sandpaper, "But Emily is still young..."

Lionel suddenly turned around, and a cruel smile appeared on his handsome, almost devilish face.

His pupils appeared an unnatural dark red in the sunlight - the most obvious feature of a member of the Golden Family.

"Dear Richard, do you think I am talking to you about business?"

Lionel took a sip of red wine, and the bright red liquid stained his lips. "Your company is already an empty shell. Apart from your daughter's fresh blood, what else is there that is worthy of the Rothschild family's interest?"

Emily let out a stifled sob.

Richard trembled all over, but did not dare to resist.

He knew what the Twelve Golden Families meant—not only were they the actual rulers of the Western Kingdom, but they were also a clan of blood that had lived for hundreds of years.

The scene of the Chamber of Commerce president rejecting Lionel's request last night is still vivid in my mind. This morning, the man was found hanged in his own swimming pool with all the blood drained out of his body.

"I...I promise..."

Richard's knees finally touched the ground, and he seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant: "I only ask you... to be gentle to Emily..."

Lionel smiled triumphantly. He enjoyed this moment more than the blood of a pure girl—watching these self-righteous business tycoons crawling like dogs and begging for mercy, willing to sacrifice everything they cherished in order to survive.

"Wise choice."

Lionel walked towards Emily, and stroked the girl's pale cheek with his cold fingers. "The moonlight tonight will be beautiful, suitable for the first embrace..."

A huge explosion suddenly shattered the French window. Lionel reacted very quickly and moved five meters away in an instant, but was still scratched on the cheek by the flying glass.

To his shock, the wound did not heal immediately as usual, but instead oozed real blood, and it was obvious that the fragments contained high-purity silver.

"what happened?"

Lionel roared, his dark red pupils shrinking to the size of a needle tip.

The answer was the sound of breaking windows one after another. Twelve martial artists in black tactical uniforms swung into the room like ghosts, each wearing the special forces badge of the Eagle's Nest of the Western Kingdom on their chests.

What’s even more terrifying is that what they hold in their hands are not ordinary weapons, but silver-plated alchemical chains and short sticks engraved with runes.

“Lionel Rothschild…”

The leading martial artist spoke in a cold voice, his eyes fixed on Lionel: "Arrest you for treason, murder, and crimes against humanity."

Richard and Emily were quickly escorted to a corner, while Lionel was mobbed.

He tried to use the vampire's speed advantage to break through, but was horrified to find that his ability seemed to be sealed. The spilled glass of red wine spread on the ground, like a pool of glaring blood.

“Are you crazy?”

Lionel shouted, even though his heart was already in turmoil: "Do you know the consequences of taking action against members of the Golden Council? Before the sun rises tomorrow, your accounts will be cleared, your family members will disappear, and even the commander-in-chief of the Eagle's Nest will have to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!"

The martial artists remained unmoved.

The leading captain waved his hand, and two silver-plated chains wrapped around Lionel's wrists like living things.

The moment the silver touched his skin, he let out a heart-wrenching scream - this was a pain that the vampire had never experienced before.

"take away."

The captain said coldly.

When Lionel was escorted out of the office, he finally saw the scene outside: the entire Jinniu Street was surrounded by armored vehicles, and armed helicopters were hovering in the sky.

Farther away, smoke billowed from the Gold Council headquarters building, and dozens of Gold Family members like him were handcuffed and taken to military vehicles.

“This is impossible…”

Lionel muttered to himself, “Where’s the President? Where’s Congress? How dare they…”

The elevator door opened and a middle-aged man in a general's uniform walked in.

Lionel recognized him—Maxim Klaus, the commander-in-chief of the Eagle's Nest special forces and a five-star general. "Klaus!"

Lionel struggled and roared: "Do you know what you are doing? The great and eternal Golden Twelve Families will make you live a life worse than death!"

General Maxim looked expressionlessly at the once high-ranking financial vampire, who was now howling like a stray dog. He slowly took off his gloves and took a document from his adjutant.

“Lionel Rothschild, now 287 years old, actually controls 42% of the shares of the West Antarctic Central Bank and manipulated three presidential elections through shadow companies.”

The general's voice was emotionless: "In the past fifty years, it has directly caused 327 'suicides'. The blood of the victims was drained."

Lionel's face changed drastically: "How do you know this..."

“Your god is dead.”

Maxim suddenly said, with a hint of a cruel smile on his face: "The Bloody Temple has been uprooted, and the Scarlet Holy Grail has been broken into pieces. And the other god you offended has already set foot on the land of the Western Kingdom."

The general stepped forward and slapped a satellite photo on Lionel's chest.

In the photo, a man in white is walking on a sword, crossing the middle line of the Atlantic Ocean. Despite the limited pixels, the terrifying sword light is still clearly visible.

"Ye...Qing...Zhou..."

When Lionel pronounced the name, his teeth chattered unconsciously. Not long ago, when they received the news of the destruction of the Bloody Temple, they laughed at it and said it was a fairy tale made up by the Orientals.

"The president and Congress have signed a special crackdown order."

General Maxim turned and walked towards the elevator: "We need to use the lives of the Golden Family to appease the anger of the Sword God of Dongji Country."

When Lionel was dragged out of the Rothschild Bank building, the streets were already crowded with onlookers.

These office workers who usually walked quickly with their heads down now had anger that had been suppressed for years in their eyes. Someone threw a coin first, and it hit Lionel on the forehead.

"vampire!"

"Monsters that suck our blood and sweat!"

“Go to hell!”

Curses and debris rained down.

Lionel was huddled up, weakened by his silver shackles, his handmade suit, worth a hundred thousand dollars, torn, his carefully styled blond hair matted with dirt.

At this moment, he truly felt fear—not from the military, but from these ordinary people whom he once regarded as ants.

The armored vehicle slowly drove away from Taurus Street. Lionel looked through the iron window and saw that the huge golden bull statue on the roof of the Golden Council headquarters was collapsing.

For more than a hundred years, this golden bull has been a symbol of the financial hegemony of the Western Kingdom. Now, it smashes the "Eternal Wealth" nameplate below and raises a cloud of golden dust.

Lionel Rothschild curled up in the iron cage of the armored vehicle, the silver shackles on his wrists constantly burning his skin, making a slight "sizzling" sound.

Outside the car window, the street scene of New York County was rapidly receding, and in the distance, over Taurus Street, a sword light like a white rainbow piercing the sun was getting closer and closer.

“No… this is impossible…”

Lionel muttered to himself, his dark red pupils contracting violently.

He could feel that as the sword light approached, the blood power inherited from Cain in his body was rapidly fading, evaporating like dewdrops in the sun.

The armored vehicle suddenly braked, and Lionel crashed into the front railing in a panic. The door was opened roughly, and the dazzling sunlight made him curl up instinctively - for the first time in three hundred years, he felt the burning pain of the sun.

"Come out, vampire."

Two fully armed Eagle Nest special forces grabbed his arms and dragged him to the side of the road like a dead dog.

Lionel squinted his eyes and finally saw the surrounding scene clearly - this was already a military base on the outskirts of New York County. Dozens of armored vehicles formed a circle, and in the open space in the middle, hundreds of members of the Golden Family who were wearing silver shackles like him were kneeling.

Among them are the head of the Rockefeller family who controls the energy lifeline, and the Morgan patriarch who manipulates the military-industrial complex. Each of them was once a powerful figure in the Western Kingdom.

Right in front of them, General Maxim was watching the real-time transmission of the image on the big screen - the sword light that crossed the sky was already hovering above the Taurus Building.

“You will regret this…”

Old Rockefeller struggled to raise his head. Although his face was distorted by the burning silver, he still maintained his last arrogance: "Without us... the economy of the West Pole will collapse... the currency will become waste paper..."

General Maxim sneered and signaled the guards to turn up the volume.

A deafening roar was heard on the screen—the bulletproof glass on the top floor of the Taurus Building shattered at the same time, and a figure in white stepped in with a sword.

Ye Qingzhou's toes tapped lightly on the marble floor inlaid with gold threads, and the Wuji Sword automatically returned to its sheath and floated beside him. This circular hall, called the "Temple" by the Twelve Golden Families, was magnificent, and the walls were decorated with reliefs of the twelve zodiac animals made of pure gold, representing the twelve families.

In the center of the ground is a huge world map inlaid with various precious gems, marking every node of the Gold Council's global financial network.

Sitting on the twelve pure gold chairs were the oldest clan leaders of the twelve families. Each of them had lived for at least five hundred years, their skin was pale and almost transparent, and dark red flames danced in their eyes. The moment Ye Qingzhou stepped in, the twelve clan leaders stood up at the same time, and the ancient blood energy surged in the hall.

"The swordsman from Dongji Country!"

The old Rothschild, who was sitting on the dragon chair, said in a hoarse voice, "This is a financial sanctuary, not a place for you to run wild!"

Ye Qingzhou's eyes swept over these vampires, and wherever his sight reached, the blood clan leaders unconsciously took a half step back. They could feel that this seemingly ordinary oriental man contained the power to destroy them.

“A financial mecca?”

Ye Qingzhou repeated softly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Using blood-sucking spells to bind a country's economy, is this considered finance?"

He stepped lightly with his right foot, and the gem map on the ground shattered.

The truth hidden underneath was revealed—it was a complex formation made up of blood threads, and each blood thread was connected to an economic lifeline of the Xiji Kingdom.

In the center of the formation, twelve crystal bottles were filled with thick dark red liquid, which was the "blood of loyalty" that successive presidents of the Western Pole Country were forced to donate.

"Get started!" Patriarch Morgan shouted.

The twelve clan leaders cut their wrists at the same time, and injected dark blood plasma into the ground formation.

The entire Golden Temple was suddenly shrouded in blood. The blood threads squirmed like living things, gathering into a huge blood ball suspended in the center of the hall.

Countless faces appeared on the surface of the blood ball. They were all ordinary people who had been exploited by the Golden Family in the past three hundred years.

"In the name of the Thousand Year Blood Pact!"

"Sacrifice trillions of wealth!"

"Summon the Golden Blood Shield!"

The blood cell deformed violently and turned into a huge shield engraved with financial symbols.

This is not an ordinary defense, but a cursed shield that integrates the power of the entire financial system of the West Pole Country. Attacking it is equivalent to attacking the economy of the West Pole Country itself, which will trigger a chain reaction. (End of this chapter)