Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride

Vlad was slightly surprised: "You know me?"

"Please sit down, Your Highness." The middle-aged witch nodded.

Looking at the crystal ball in front of the witch, Vlad couldn't help but sigh that there are really hidden talents in this small village.

"Your Highness's name is well-known in the current supernatural world." The witch smiled and said:

"Your Highness, you can call me Witch Christie. I am an astrologer."

Vlad looked at the witch for a moment and nodded slowly: "I can see it."

"Since you know the news of my arrival, then you must know why I came."

Valerie's grandmother, Witch Christie, gently rubbed the astronomy ball in front of her with her palm, chanting obscure and tongue-twisting spells.

With a faint light shining, a picture appeared in the crystal ball.

"This is Yura, who has the blood of the giant bear of the Sevik Earth, a first-level blood warlock, and is rumored to be the most loyal subordinate of the witch king Malkin." Witch Christie said.

"It's Malkin's subordinate." Vlad's face was slightly gloomy.

Vlad has been hearing so much about Malkin, the witch king, that he has become tired of hearing her.

I remember that Famke once proposed to him to recruit her and give her the title of Honorary Speaker of the Wizard Council.

As a modern memory, Vlad naturally knows that Malkin, the witch king, is an extremely rare dragon vein warlock.

Dragon vein warlock, as the name suggests, has all the characteristics of all the dragon bloodlines.

Wizards are not good at close combat, but blood warlocks are a special case.

Although they have all the characteristics of wizards and their bloodline abilities, they are not without shortcomings.

The laws of the astral world are conserved.

If you gain something, you will lose something.

There is no perfect thing, and this is also true for Vlad.

Similarly, as a blood warlock, he will also be affected by the habits of the blood creatures he has.

It is simply impossible to have a strong rational thinking like other wizards.

"The blood moon night that happens once a century on the continent is coming. Eugene, the giant bear warlock of Sevik, should be going to Panduo Mountain to find his witch king Malkin." Witch Christie's slightly hoarse voice came.

Looking at the image slowly disappearing in the crystal ball, Vlad stood up and looked at Valerie's grandmother and said:

"I will take Valerie and Vilia away. What are your plans, Witch Christie?"

"If you don't mind, the Wizard Academy just lacks a vice president. I wonder if I can have the honor to invite Witch Christie to work at the Wizard Academy."

Vlad's eyes were fixed on the witch in front of him. A first-level astrologer, it was really rare.

"It's my honor, Your Highness." Witch Christie stood up and saluted respectfully.

Stepping on the spaceship traveling at an altitude of 10,000 meters, Valerie and Vilia looked at each other with surprise and admiration.

They looked like curious babies.

The airship is divided into three floors, plus the bottom cabin and the power room, a total of five floors, 20 meters high.

Standing on the platform deck, watching the clouds roll and the mountains and rivers flashing by under her feet, Valerie couldn't help shouting, her eyes full of excitement.

As the airship moved forward quickly, two days later, at night.

Waves of roars and violent roars came faintly from a church.

Looking at the soldiers in front of the church, each of them was ready to face the enemy, holding weapons and shields, and ready for battle, Vlad couldn't help but look at a carriage that had just arrived.

The style of the carriage was very strange. If you don't look closely, it looks like a thick coffin.

But Vlad, who is familiar with the plot, knows that it is not a coffin, but a arsenal that stores the weapons used by the demon hunters in fighting and exorcism.

As the carriage stopped beside Vlad, a young man about 20 years old jumped off the carriage.

He had brown hair, a well-proportioned figure, and was no more than 1.8 meters tall. He had a fine beard. When he saw Vlad, he greeted him in a familiar manner.     "Hi, man, I'm Master Gregory's apprentice. You can call me Tom." The young man was very proud and seemed a little frivolous and proud.

Obviously, the young man was very proud of being the apprentice of the legendary demon hunter Gregory, and he boasted to everyone he met.

Vlad naturally knew that the person in front of him was Tom Ward, the fate protagonist with certain predictive abilities in [The Seventh Son: The Battle of Demons].

Faced with Tom's ignorant performance, Vlad just smiled slightly, and then looked at another elderly demon hunter who got off the carriage.

Gray hair, unkempt facial features, and a black flying eagle mark on the base of his right hand.

That was the mark of a prestigious demon hunting group decades ago.

It goes without saying that this unkempt old man is the legendary demon hunter Gregory.

"Hey, Mr. Ward, what are you still doing there? Are you showing off how long your bottom is?"

A slightly dissatisfied voice came.

Tom Ward smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and hurried to help pack up the weapons used for demon hunting.

Demon hunter Gregory looked at Vlad, just casually looked up and down, and found that he was just an ordinary young man, so he stopped paying attention and turned around to pack up his weapons.

Looking at the two people walking towards the church to hunt demons, Vlad felt something and turned his head to look at a shadow in the dark.

I saw a girl with long brown hair, wearing a white silk shirt, a brown skirt, and a tight leather armor.

Her slender figure was perfectly set off. She was a petite girl with a pretty face, no older than 20 years old.

At this time, she was standing in the shadows, secretly observing the situation in the church.

"Oh, it's really lively tonight." Vlad raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of understanding.

Looking at the opened church door, Vlad walked in as if no one was around.

But what was strange was that the soldiers guarding in front of the church turned a blind eye to him and chose to ignore him.

These soldiers certainly would not ignore him, but in their visual perception, Vlad did not exist at all.

I saw a layer of invisible fluctuations, which enveloped Vlad at this time, shielding and distorting the perception and vision of the soldiers guarding in front of the church.

This is not magic, but a small skill of using mental power, which can distort perception, produce hallucinations, shield breath, etc.

It is much more effective than simple invisibility.

When he walked into the church, he saw the bloodshot eyes of the Sevik giant bear warlock Yura in the center of the hall. He was locked in an iron cage and kept roaring.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Vlad couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.

It should be clear that as a first-level blood warlock, Yura would never be locked up in a mere iron cage.

Unless he did it on purpose!

Sure enough, under the order of the demon hunter Gregory, the soldiers slowly retreated and closed the church door.

"Anghou~!!"

A roar like thunder, accompanied by a strong airflow, suddenly came out of the giant bear's mouth.

The huge sound constantly vibrated the eardrums of everyone in the church.

Gregory and Tom Ward, under the harassment of this strong sound wave, couldn't help but reveal a trace of pain.

Fortunately, with the rise of a transparent energy shield, Gregory got rid of this embarrassing situation.

But Tom Ward, an apprentice, was not so lucky. He could only stretch out his hands and cover his ears with a painful look.

As the whistling sound stopped, the Sevik Bear Warlock Yura slowly stood up.

A huge shadow slowly rose and continued to cover the direction of everyone.

Under the gaze of everyone, including Vlad who was hiding in the dark, the Sevik Bear Warlock showed his terrifying side.