Chapter 905 - 411: Finance is the Demon’s Game
Chapter 905: Chapter 411: Finance is the Demon’s Game
"Foolish swordsman!"
The Rothschild Ancestor sneered, "Now the entire country’s economic lifeline is connected to us, do you dare to strike?"
Ye Qingzhou looked at the shield that merged financial power with the Blood Race’s dark arts, and for the first time, a look of disgust appeared in his eyes. He could see behind each financial symbol on the shield, countless families broken by tragedy; every drop of blood was filled with the despair of ordinary people squeezed dry.
"Using the lives of a nation’s populace as hostage?"
Ye Qingzhou placed his right hand on the sword hilt, "You think I care? This curse will be severed by this sword."
The Infinite Sword was unsheathed.
No fancy sword techniques, no dazzling light, just a simple, unadorned slash.
At the instant the blade sliced through the Golden Blood Shield, all the financial symbols on the shield simultaneously shone with blinding red light, attempting to resist. Those symbols represented stock indices, government bond rates, currency exchange rates — the most powerful spells of modern society.
The blade cut through the shield without hindrance, all financial symbols melted away like snowflakes encountering a flame.
Behind the shield, twelve clan leaders simultaneously spat black blood, their evil link with the economic lifeline of the Western Pole Kingdom severed in one stroke.
"No... this can’t be...," the Morgan Clan Leader fell to his knees, looking at his rapidly aging hands, "Our financial curse... even the Church Court couldn’t break it..."
Ye Qingzhou re-sheathed the sword, no longer giving these dying vampires a glance.
As the Golden Blood Shield shattered, the entire Golden Bull Mansion began to tremble, those financial illusions sustained by magic collapsing.
"You mistakenly took bloodsucking for finance, curses for contracts."
Ye Qingzhou walked towards the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, his voice carried away by the wind, "After today, the Western Pole Kingdom will know what true economy is."
He stepped onto the sword, disappearing into the azure sky. Behind him, the twelve golden statues atop the Golden Bull Mansion simultaneously cracked, symbolizing the end of the Blood Race’s financial empire reign.
The images on the big screen caused all members of the imprisoned Golden Family to turn pale. They could feel the bloodline powers inherited for hundreds of years rapidly draining away, those links to the financial empire sustained by the Bloodsucking Curse were breaking.
"No... my stocks..."
"My bonds have turned to waste paper!"
"Swiss bank accounts are frozen!"
The cries echoed through the military base. These financial magnates, once able to overturn clouds and rain with a flip of their hand, now collapsed like gamblers losing everything.
Lionel Rothschild stared blankly at his hands, where there should have been blood energy manipulating human minds, now only old wrinkles remained.
General Maxim turned off the big screen, facing the group of fallen vampires, "According to the special economic act, all assets of the Golden Twelve Families are nationalized. The central bank of the Western Pole Kingdom will regain the currency issuance authority."
He paused, revealing a cold smile, "As for you, you’ll be sent to a special prison in the Arctic Circle. It’s eternally night there, quite suitable for vampire survival— if you can still be considered vampires."
The armored vehicle engines roared, carrying these former financial overlords towards eternal darkness.
Outside the base, more and more ordinary citizens gathered, holding signs saying "Return our pension," "End Vampire Economics."
Someone began singing the ancient freedom song of the Western Pole Kingdom, soon, the song swept through the entire crowd like a tide.
And in the city center of New York Commandery, the glass curtain wall of the Golden Bull Mansion was shattering piece by piece, glittering like golden rain under the sunlight. This building, a symbol of blood race financial dominance, finally welcomed its twilight.
Above distant clouds, Ye Qingzhou stood on the sword, quietly watching the city about to be reborn. The Infinite Sword emitted a slight hum beneath his feet, sensing another source of evil farther away.
"Not enough..."
He murmured to himself, "There is still one last impurity to purify."
The silhouette of the swordsman in white transformed into a stream of light, heading towards the darkest corner of the Western Pole Kingdom — the underground vault of the Federal Reserve Bank.
There, the biggest secret of the Golden Council lies in slumber, the true core of the Blood Race’s financial empire.
The thirty-story building above ground of the Federal Reserve Bank reflected cold metal gleam under the sunset. This fortress, claimed to be "the world’s safest building," was now in highest alert mode.
Automated turrets emerged from hidden spots, laser targeting dots forming a death grid around the building, and the latest developed plasma shield rippled with bluish waves in the air.
But these were but a veil to Ye Qingzhou coming on the sword.
The Infinite Sword drew a graceful arc, the plasma shield split apart like butter cut by a hot knife.
Ye Qingzhou, with his white robe fluttering, passed straight through the intertwined firepower net of automated turrets — the armor-piercing bullets that could tear tanks were pulverized three inches from him.
"Stop him! At all costs!"
In the security command room, the guard supervisor shouted into the communicator, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
On the surveillance screen, the white-robed figure already stood before the vault door, and that alloy door, claimed to withstand nuclear blasts, was silently melting away.
Ye Qingzhou’s fingertip lightly touched the door, and sword qi seeped into molecular gaps like flowing water.
The twenty-ton metal emitted an overwhelmed groan and then turned into a floor of iron sand.
The special forces behind the door hadn’t fired a shot before they all collapsed — Ye Qingzhou had merely sealed their acupoints, unwilling to cause more casualties.