Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride.

Chapter 99 Betrayal and Being Betrayed [Follow Up!!]

Time flies, and two years later.

At this time in the dark world, the situation has undergone a major change.

Because of Vlad's rapid rise, the entire continent began to show signs of chaos.

Many creatures hiding in the dark have gradually begun to surface, trying to fish in troubled waters and gain some of their own benefits in this world of great contention.

The most famous of these is the reappearance of the witch king Malkin after disappearing for a hundred years.

And the intelligence we received showed that there was a place called Moore Forest, where a group of plant creatures had appeared and were ready to make a move.

After two years of development, the situation on the entire continent has reached a white-hot stage.

All the major kingdoms are choosing sides, and very few are able to remain neutral.

Among them, because the dark camp had the first-mover advantage, they quickly attacked and stabilized their rear before the Holy See and the Ottoman Empire could react.

Its tentacles spread to the Ottoman Empire and major dioceses, making it difficult for the Holy See to cope with it from the beginning and putting it at a disadvantage.

Istanbul, Marquis Wilson's House.

Two years ago, Miss Mariska, who had been away from home for nearly a year, finally came back. This eased the gloomy heart of Marquis Wilson, but Mariska was also placed under house arrest.

But the truth is.

In the dim room, on the soft bed, there lay a charming and graceful figure.

Her long golden wavy hair was loose, with a few strands scattered on her face. Her fair and delicate face was tinged with red, her red lips were slightly parted, and her neck line was graceful and delicate.

At this time, she was lying on her side, with a layer of hazy gauze covering her body. The whiteness of her chest was hazy, shaped like a full moon, and extremely full.

With slightly rapid breathing, waves of trembling appeared.

It can be said that the ambiguous and charming atmosphere is maximized.

Below her slender and flexible waist, her hips gradually widened, and her two long and tender thighs were swung out, white and fleshy.

Gives people the ultimate charm.

At this moment, there was a slender hand resting on her graceful waist, but upon closer inspection, it was not a man's.

Mariska raised her slender white fingers, gently lifted the chin of the person next to her, and then moved her fingers gradually downwards.

Until she touched a plump, bright red spot, she smiled and said:

"Haha~ I never thought, Sonia, that two years have passed and you, a little fairy, haven't been eaten by your master yet. It's really rare."

Next to her was a charming girl with long dark brown hair and a graceful figure, no less charming than Mariska.

The misty eyes exuded a touch of spring love, and the little face with a hint of heroic spirit gave Mariska a charming look. It was Sonia who had grown into a young girl.

Judging from the slightly disheveled clothes of the two men at the moment, it was obvious that something indescribable had happened.

"Huh, Vlad always treats me like a little girl. I've taken the initiative several times, but he didn't notice."

Sonia pouted her little mouth in dissatisfaction, she looked so tender and adorable.

"Oh, so you came to me." Mariska looked at Sonia meaningfully.

"Who gave you the idea?"

"It's Sister Sybil." Sonia couldn't hide it anymore, so she told the truth.

"Besides, you need help here, so I volunteered to come and help you."

"Oh, by the way, this is the latest magical protective gear that my master asked me to give you."

A faint light flashed in Sonia's hand, and an object appeared out of thin air.

This is a golden necklace inlaid with mysterious magic runes, and an extraordinary magical fluctuation is hidden in it.

A touch of emotion flashed across Mariska's fair and charming face, although the two had rarely met in the past two years because the war with the Vatican had been at its fiercest.

But Vlad's concern for her never stopped.

Looking at this magical equipment that was sent just after the technological progress, Mariska seemed to see Vlad's concern for her.

Mariska took the necklace and looked at it carefully for a moment before putting it on her delicate neck.

"This is Dean Adrienne. She has just made progress in technology and materials, breaking through the limitations of previous high-level magic equipment and reaching a level that can be used by first-level creatures."

"This necklace can not only raise a layer of magic shield to protect you from harm in critical moments, but also has the ability to conceal your aura. Even if you encounter a level 2 strongman, it can provide you with a moment to escape."

Sonia said this with envy on her face, her little mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Haha~ Okay, when you reach level one, the master will definitely not forget you."

Mariska pinched Sonia's delicate little face with amusement, looking very happy.

Dongdong~Dongdong~~
There was a very regular knock on the door. Pulling Sonia, who was about to get up and hide, Mariska simply tidied her clothes and said lazily:
"come in."

Squeak, the door opens.

A maid in a maid outfit came over with a respectful look on her face.

As if he didn't notice Sonia in the room, he said to Mariska respectfully:
“Miss, a group has sent a message that the Sabel Kingdom has been instigated to rebel, and the cleanup of the Sabel Diocese has begun.

Group 2 news, the Ottoman Proton Group has joined us, at a cost of"

"Team Three, we failed to persuade Bishop Olai to revolt, so we have changed to assassination."

"Group 4, currently out of contact."

"."

When the maid was reporting, the four groups marked as missing had already completed the assassination of Marquis Mammon, a pro-Ottoman war faction.

However, before they could leave the front-line camp, they were surrounded by a group of Vatican knights who suddenly appeared.

"Not good, break out in different directions." The captain of Group 4 realized something was wrong and gave the order immediately.

As soon as the words fell, several people turned into a swarm of bats and broke out in all directions.

Locke was a low-class civilian in Ottoman Empire.

Because my mother was seriously ill and I had no money to treat her, I could only wait to die at home.

But one day, someone cured his mother's illness and asked him to join the newly rising Blood Flame Church.

Locke didn't hesitate, he agreed.

And because of his outstanding performance and firm belief, he passed the assessment and became a member of the Shadow Hall.

Just when he thought this was his future life, unexpectedly, something unexpected happened at this moment.

Yes, he became a traitor.

The person who had saved his mother before appeared, and only then did he realize that the person who wanted him to join the Blood Flame Church actually belonged to the Holy See.

Locke wanted to refuse, but the man said something that changed his mind: "I was the one who arranged for you to go in originally. Do you think they will believe that you are innocent?"

"Yeah, how is that possible?"

The swarm of bats dispersed and Locke revealed himself.

Looking at his companions in the military camp facing the fate of being surrounded and killed, his heart was filled with grief, but what did it matter? His mother was still waiting for him.

However, if his mother, who secretly believed in the Blood Flame Church, knew that he had done such a thing, she would probably be heartbroken.

At this moment, he heard footsteps behind him. Locke looked back and saw a deacon of the Inquisition wearing a black Vatican cloak and soft armor walking towards him.

"The mission was accomplished well. What's your name?" the middle-aged butler with blond hair said with a smile.

"Locke, Deacon, I am Deacon Lauren's spy." Locke replied hurriedly.

"Well, congratulations on becoming one of us." He said, smiling and hugging Locke.

However, as soon as he approached Locke, a trace of ferocity appeared on the middle-aged deacon's smiling face, and before Locke could react.

"Pfft~!"

A dagger with holy light fluctuations pierced Locke's heart at this moment.

Locke looked at the dagger in his chest, blood filling his mouth. He looked at the middle-aged deacon in disbelief and asked, "Why, why did you kill me?"

The middle-aged deacon twisted the dagger and said, "Because my name is Solomon."

As the dagger was pulled out, Locke was instantly turned into a ball of ashes under the erosion of holy light.

This is not the first time such a situation has occurred, and the same is true within the Vatican.

War is not just about the fight in the open; the fight in secret is equally dangerous.

Looking at the distance, the cavalry corps spreading from the northern Clovit area instantly broke through the Ottoman front camp, which was still in chaos. Solomon smiled and left.

Not far away, in a ravine, was lying the body of a Vatican deacon. It was none other than Locke's superior, the Vatican deacon Lauren, who had instigated Locke to rebel.

at the same time.

Looking at the information coming from the communication crystal in his hand, Vlad smiled with satisfaction and said, "It seems that your father has done a pretty good job."

"Woo woo~uh"

PS: I'm going home today. I'll see if I have time in the evening to add another chapter.

(End of this chapter)