I Became the King of Villains In the Game

Yellow Iron City.

A group of luxurious villas in the city center.

Under the night, one of the villas was brightly lit, and people 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 well-known 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.

Today, Mr. Yarlin held a celebration banquet because he had completed 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, Ya'erlin, invited many nobles, celebrities and important business officials to have a barbecue party in the courtyard.

The young and beautiful women walk among the big men, and their charming smiles accompany the conversations of the men, presenting a picture 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 still a fanatic of the Chrysalis of the End.

Today's party is just a disguise to conceal the eyes and ears, and the purpose is to help the high-level Secret Cult 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 effect.

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 senior officials 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.

"My lord priest, everything above is normal."

Arlin 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."

Alyn 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 recently hunted down the clergy of the church, 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 liquid in it was more like some kind of drink mixed with blood.

"Recently there has been a lot of movement in your church. I'm afraid there is no one in the entire empire who doesn't know...Of course, I don't know if it is famous, but it must not be a good reputation."

Hogan sneered.

A senior female secret sect sitting beside 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, so the plan can only be postponed."

Gallup, a monk of the Red Apple Church, 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 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 name 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 revealing 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 for word.

With a chuckle, he looked at the high-ranking secret sect with an increasingly ugly face, 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."

"Eavesdropping on someone's conversation is not polite, Mr. Gallup."

One-eyed Hogan said lightly.

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

There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his last words.

Seeing this, Gallup looked at another companion and smiled.

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 are here on behalf of Archbishop Rafa to cooperate with the Noble Esoteric Cult, and what we do is nothing more than Lord Rafa, who wants to have a conversation with Ms. Dim in person."

Gallup said, unbuttoning the robe on his chest, exposing his chest.

The faces of Hogan and others changed slightly.

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

The facial features are deep, 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 to make a little sacrifice for Lord Rafa...as long as my body can provide him with enough convenience."

Whether the incarnation of a high-sequence transcendent has an exact container or not, the amount of power it can carry is completely different.

Just 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... 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.

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Yellow Iron City.

Under a dark stone bridge.

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

Drinking a dagger, he lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the wall under the bridge hole, and smoked.

The 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, and all peace was shattered.

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

The man brutally killed 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 took a toll on him psychologically.

The young Drinker vowed to take revenge on the Extraordinary.

Later, 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 the family property and wealth were just incidental additions.

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

Whenever he sees that guy, Drinker 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 but 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 nearly ten years, he finally completed his revenge, but his enemy laughed at him before he died, saying that what happened to his family was only caused by the order of the high-level church, and he was an inconspicuous member of countless victims.

Drinker ran away in embarrassment.

He didn't feel the pleasure after revenge at all, only deep coldness and anger.

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

After fleeing for several years, perhaps the god 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 an 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 targets of everyone's shouting and beating.

Although the empire was dragged by 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.

Drink voluntarily participated in this hunting operation against the Red Apple Church.

However, he was alone.

The companion only has the dagger 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."

Drinking 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, cover the whole body.

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

Disappeared under the moonlight.