I Became the King of Villains In the Game Chapter 262

  Chapter 262 The Vengeful Madman (Ask for a monthly pass!)

  Huang Tie City.

  A group of luxurious villas in the city center.

  Under the night, one of the villas was brightly lit, and figures were swarming in the courtyard, as if some kind of party was going on, and it was very lively.

  The owner of this villa is a famous iron ore businessman in Huangtie City, named Yaerlin. He has a lot of friends and has a good relationship with many members of the city council.

  Mr. Yarlin held a celebration banquet today because he had done a big business and reached an agreement with the imperial military. The two sides used iron ore as the main commodity to conduct trade activities for three years.

  Although the main reason is that the two countries are at war and the military needs a lot of iron ore smelting equipment, but for Yarlin, the reason is not important at all, as long as it can make money.

  For this reason, the owner of the villa, Yarlin, invited many aristocratic celebrities and important business and political officials to have a barbecue party in the courtyard.

  A young and beautiful woman wanders among the big men, her charming smile accompanies the conversation of the men, presenting a scene of luxury and luxury.

  At this time, Yarlin used the bathroom as an excuse to temporarily escape from everyone's sight and enter the basement.

  The iron ore merchant is only his superficial identity, but behind the scenes, he is also a fanatic of the Chrysalis of the End.

  Today's party is just a disguise to deceive people, the purpose is to help the senior officials of the secret religion and the monks of the Red Apple Church to provide a chance to meet.

  The well-designed basement is a temporary stronghold for the chrysalis of the end. It is spacious and bright inside, even larger than the living room of the villa on the surface.

  The thick walls are nailed full of special wood, which has excellent sound insulation.

  The basement is full of bookshelves, all of which are books related to occultism, as well as special collections of secret religion.

   In the center surrounded by bookshelves, there are four huge sofas and a high-end round table.

  At the moment, there are three high-ranking members of the Esoteric Church and the two leaders of the Red Apple Church.

  The two sides sat facing each other, behind the sofa, and their respective subordinates.

   "Master Priest, everything above is normal."

  Yarlin came behind the three middle-aged men and women, bowed and said.

   "Well, we don't worry about your work, but don't stay here for too long, so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicion."

   A one-eyed man said calmly.

"yes, I got it."

  Yarlin replied.

  The leader of the Red Apple Church is named Gallup. He is wearing an ordinary crimson monk robe, and his fair face looks more like a scholar.

   At this point Gallup said:

   "Mr. Hogan, can we speed up the progress of the plan between us? Oh, I'm sorry, it's not that we are impatient... but now the church has been targeted by the authorities, and the forces in various regions have been suppressed."

   He paused and shrugged.

   "And there is also a lunatic from the Murder Club, who has been hunting around the church's clergy recently, and even smelled the traces of our team..."

   "I know, of course we do."

  The one-eyed man named Hogan grinned.

  He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The red and viscous wine inside was more like some kind of drink mixed with blood.

   "Recently, there has been too much movement in your church. I am afraid that no one in the entire empire is unaware...Of course, I don't know if it is famous, but it must not be a good reputation."

   Hogan sneered.

   A senior female esoteric religion sitting next to him said coldly:

   "The amount of mysterious substance and sunset chrysanthemum dew is too small, and it is not enough to arrange prayer ceremonies continuously for the time being, so the plan can only be postponed later."

  Red Apple Church monk Gallup pondered for a moment.

   "We are very sincere. This time we not only brought the high-sequence flesh and blood substances that your esoteric religion desires, but also the lost knowledge of sanctification rituals...

   Could it be that the chrysalis of the end has been reduced to a situation where even the basic prayer ritual materials cannot be assembled? "

  The complexions of the three high-ranking Secret Cultists became ugly.

  Although they and the Red Apple Church took the same path, they didn't deal with it.

  Recently, the Red Apple Church has been sentenced by the Sun Royal Family and officially deprived of the title of the Orthodox Church, but as the former Seven Great Orthodox Churches, its background is indeed several grades higher than that of the Chrysalis of the End.

   Now being ridiculed secretly by the other party and telling their pain points, they feel a little depressed.

   At this moment, a member of the secret sect of the Chrysalis of the End quietly came to the basement, strode towards the three high-level people, and whispered a few words.

   As a mid-sequence transcendent, Gallup overheard what the other party said word by word.

  He chuckled lightly, looked at the senior esoteric sect with increasingly ugly faces, and said:

   "It seems that your esoteric sect is not feeling well recently... In one day, five members died one after another, and a small stronghold was directly taken away."

   "It's very rude to eavesdrop on someone's conversation, Mr. Gallup."

  One-eyed Hogan said lightly.

   "And maybe it was the lunatic that your church provoked..."

  His last words were a little gnashing of teeth.

   Gallup and another companion looked at each other and smiled when they saw this.

  People are always like this, they will feel depressed when they are unlucky, but as long as someone is as unlucky as themselves, they will be comforted.

   "Mr. Hogan, let me just say it bluntly, as an expression of deeper sincerity..."

   Gallup put away his smile and became serious.

  The three high-ranking members of the secret sect headed by Hogan frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party was going to say.

   "This time, we came to cooperate with the Noble Esoteric Cult on behalf of Archbishop Rafa, and what we did was nothing more than Lord Rafa, who wanted to have a conversation with Ms. Dim in person."

   As Gallup said, he unbuttoned the robe on his chest, exposing his chest.

  Hogan and the others changed their faces slightly.

   On the chest of the other party, there was a face with closed eyes.

  The facial features are profound, flirtatious and handsome, and it is the face of Archbishop Rafah of the Red Apple Church.

   "You are...willing to act as a descending container for the church's high-level?!"

  The corners of Hogan's eyes twitched slightly. He didn't expect the monks of the Red Apple Church to be so crazy.

   Gallup closed his robe, with a calm expression on his fair face.

   "It's nothing at all to make a little sacrifice for Lord Rafa...as long as my body can provide enough convenience for him."

  The incarnation of a high-sequence transcendent has a very different container, and the amount of power it can carry is completely different.

  It's like the current Gallup. He donated his body and used it as an avatar container for Rafa, which is several grades stronger than the avatar directly created by Rafa.

   "So in order not to disappoint Lord Rafa, we will kill the Murder Club killers who follow, and remove the intruders for you by the way... I just hope that you can prepare the required ceremony as soon as possible..."

   Gallup said.

   Hogan and the others took a deep breath, and finally nodded.

  Huang Tie City.

  Under a dark stone bridge.

   With a puff, the sharp blade pulled out of his body, spattering a handful of blood.

  Drink played with the dagger, lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the wall under the bridge hole, and smoked.

  Smoky room.

  He looked at the three corpses on the ground and sneered.

   "The chrysalis of the end...I didn't expect to get together with the Red Apple Church."

   Drinking a cigarette, through the smoke, he suddenly recalled his life.

  After he was a nobleman, although his family was in decline, his father's baronship and the wealth accumulated by his ancestors were enough for him to live a prosperous life.

  But a disaster happened when he was young, which shattered all peace.

  Drink's family was unfortunately involved in a conspiracy, and a strange Sequence 8 transcendent robbed the family property.

  The man brutally murdered his parents.

   He even insulted, killed, and devoured his brothers and sisters one by one in front of him.

  If the investigators from the asylum hadn't arrived in time and scared away the murderer, he might not have escaped from hiding in the cabinet.

   But it also caused serious psychological trauma to him.

  The young Drinker vowed to take revenge on that extraordinary man.

  Afterwards, through his father's contacts and friends, he learned about the mystery and came into contact with the extraordinary. After several years of exploration and research, he finally got an opportunity to become a superhuman.

  As for the traces of that enemy, he also touched a little bit during these years.

   That person was actually a monk from the local Red Apple Church!

  What the other party did was just for a promotion ceremony, and family property and wealth were just incidental additions.

  After committing evil, not only was that person not punished, but he was promoted all the way in the church and became the most powerful priest in the local church.

   Whenever he sees that guy, Drink seems to be able to hear the wailing of his parents, brothers and sisters.

  At that moment, he deeply understood that in his eyes, ordinary people were nothing more than food for promotion, delicious fruits picked at will.

  The connivance of the empire and the incompetence of the shelter made Drinker furious.

  He hid, worked hard to trek along the sequence path, and finally killed his enemy when he was twenty-five years old.

  After a lapse of nearly ten years, he finally completed his revenge, but his enemies laughed at him before he died, saying that what happened to their family was only caused by the orders of the high-level church, and they were an inconspicuous member of countless victims.

  Drink fled in embarrassment.

  He has absolutely no pleasure after revenge, only deep coldness and anger.

  Because he murdered the priest of the Red Apple Church, he was also wanted by the Red Apple Church.

  After fleeing for several years, perhaps the **** of fate fiddled with his veins secretly, allowing him to successfully join the murder club and obtain asylum.

  The flames of vengeance have not stopped, and Drink has been waiting for the opportunity to take revenge on the Red Apple Church. This church, which is glamorous on the surface but cruel and evil behind the scenes, is the real culprit!

   Now, Drinker has finally waited for this day.

  The Red Apple Church set off a turmoil that spread to the entire empire, and they became the target of everyone shouting and beating them.

  Although the empire was drawn into the energy of the United Kingdom of Anlong in the west, the remaining six Orthodox Churches also dispatched extraordinary forces to encircle and suppress the Red Apple Church.

  Drinke spontaneously participated in this hunting operation against the Red Apple Church.

   But, he was alone.

  The companion only has the short knife in his hand and the Balague necklace on his chest.

   "Dude, although I don't like you, but this time, only you will fight with me... Even if my body is falling apart, please support me to continue fighting."

  Drinke played with the hideous necklace hanging under his neck, and said quietly.

  The Balague necklace began to squirm on its own, and the "wire ball" full of spikes began to spread along his neck and chest, towards the limbs and head.

  Finally, covered the whole body.

  Drink turned into a rusty knight, dragging his hideous barbed armor, and walked slowly forward.

   disappeared under the moonlight.

  (end of this chapter)

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